The Coffee Shop V: Happiness Is A Handsome Hypnotized Hunk
Chapter 13. Looking For A Few Good Men
“So what’s behind door number one?” I asked as I looked over at Mary. She was standing nearby looking as serene and unflappable as ever.
“You’ll have to open the door, to find out,” she answered. “All I can tell you is that your life will not be put at risk. Your task after entering the room, and the door closes behind you, is to exit from the room. You will have one hour to complete your task.”
“What’s the catch?” I asked. I knew there had to be a catch. From the way Mary had just described it, this task was far too simple to require an hour to complete it. I also knew that this was a test of some kind arranged by the Council of Coins. I had agreed to undertake this test, because of the help Mary had given me several months ago. So, putting two and two together, I knew that there had to be a catch of some type.
“You have to put on this blindfold first,” Mary answered as she tied a thick black band of soft cloth about my head and over my eyes. “You must go into the room without knowing the contents of the room beforehand.”
The blindfold was effective. I could not see anything except the black cloth of the blindfold. I couldn’t even tell if the lights in the hallway that we were standing in, were still on. I felt helpless.
“I know, Paul. You feel helpless, exposed and vulnerable. That too is required,” she said as she gently turned me about.
I heard a soft whooshing sound.
“The door is now open, Paul. Please walk forward seven steps and remove the blindfold when instructed.” Mary’s voice was soft yet firm.
What choice did I have? I had already agreed to this test, and since I keep my word when I give it, I had to proceed. I slowly walked forward. I had to fight the urge to hold my arms up in front of me, to be sure I wouldn’t bump into something. Either I trusted Mary and her instructions, or I didn’t. Something told me this small decision of mine was part of the test too. I counted the steps as I walked, wondering what I had gotten myself into this time. It seemed that I had turned into some type of two legged self propelled trouble magnet, what with all the problems I’d had to deal with over the past several months. I stopped walking and waited. I heard the same soft whoosh sound, though it was fainter.
“You may remove your blindfold, sir,” said an unfamiliar male voice that seemed to come from directly in front of me.
I took off the blindfold slowly. Other than knowing that a strange man was in the room with me, I didn’t have anything but wild guesses as to what I would encounter. Maybe another well dressed gifted person to battle? This was a test, after all. I raised my mental shields, just in case. The sight that met my eyes, froze me in my tracks for a second or two. Not out of fear, but out of sheer surprise.
Sanding about three feet before me was U.S. Marine wearing his Blue Dress class C dress uniform. He was standing at ease, looking very calm, cool, collected and totally in control of the situation. He knew a heck of a lot more about what was going on here than I did, and that alone gave him the advantage.
I ignored the Marine for a few seconds as I looked about the room, trying to get my bearings. (Let me say here dear reader, that ignoring that Marine wasn’t easy. My stud alert was going off, and my cuteness meter was already at ten and desperately trying to move higher. No, that is NOT what I meant, slut puppy. My cock was not rock hard. My cock had stirred at the sight of the Marine, which is to be expected as young Marines are always attractive. I had far more important things to deal with than focusing on the hotness of the Marine. Sure I wanted to do that, but I didn’t have time to indulge myself.) I turned around very quickly taking in as much of the details of the room as I could. I did not want to turn my back on the Marine any longer than absolutely necessary. Mary might have said that my life was not at risk, but that didn’t mean that the Marine could not assault me and hurt me. I’d had enough beatings in my life already. I had no desire to experience more.
The room was about ten feet long and six feet wide. The walls were an off white colour. There wasn’t anything on any of the walls. There were no mirrors or windows in the room. There was only one door, the one that I had come in through. There was a keypad next to the right side of the sliding door. At the back of the room, well behind the Marine, was a small gray table that appeared to made of some sturdy metal. Just in front of the table were two folding metal chairs with padding on the seats and on the backs of the chairs. Oddly the chairs were facing towards me, and not the table.
Keeping an eye on the Marine, I walked over to the closed door and examined it more closely. There was no handle or knob or anything that one could grab to open the door. To the right was a standard numeric keypad that you might see on an ATM machine or a calculator. It seemed clear to me that to open the door, all I had to do was type in the correct code. The problem was that I did not know what the code was. I turned my attention back to the Marine.
“Do you know the code that opens that door, Marine?” I asked him. I figured it was worth a shot trying the simple straightforward approach.
“Yes, sir. I do,” The Marine answered in a calm voice that reeked of control and self confidence.
“Would you be kind enough to tell me what that cod is, Marine?” I asked.
“I am not authorized to provide that information to you, sir,” the Marine answered, the tone of his voice not changing one iota.
“So how am I supposed to open the door then?” I asked the Marine.
“That is your problem, sir. I cannot help you. I have been ordered to refrain from assisting you in any manner, sir,” the Marine answered.
I couldn’t help but wonder what his orders were. There was only one way to find out, which was to ask him. I needed information and the Marine was the only possible source. I know, I could have just walked up and read his mind in a matter of seconds and gotten everything I needed. I would have been out of the room in a flash. I did not want to do that unless I had no other choice. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the Marine, rather I had a genuine respect for all the men who serve in uniform. Part of that respect entails leaving them the privacy of their minds. Besides, I had an hour to get the code, so it wasn’t like I was rushed for time.
“Can you tell me what exactly your orders are regarding me and this room?” I asked.
“Yes, sir, I can do that,” the Marine replied.
I looked at him for a second when he did not continue speaking. “Well?” I prompted him, letting some of the irritation I felt creep into my voice. The Marine didn’t react to my tone of voice. He was most definitely in control of himself.
“I have been ordered not to assist you in any way. I am not to hamper you or hinder you in any way. I may defend myself as required, should it become necessary. I am permitted to answer your questions as long as they do not conflict with my mission, sir,” the Marine answered.
“Okay. So what exactly is your mission, Marine?” I asked him. Maybe a blunt question would give me some idea as to what was going on here.
“When that counter reaches zero, I am to open the door, sir,” the Marine said as he snapped smartly about, raised his left arm and pointed to the table that was now in front of him.
I walked over to the table, passing the Marine, who had lowered his left arm and was standing there at ease. I had not noticed the small gray box that was sitting on the table. It was a countdown timer of some kind. The LCD display showed 60, and as I watched it changed to 59.
“You have the code, but you won’t give it to me, is that the idea, Marine?” I asked him. I wanted confirmation of the situation.
“You could put it that way, sir,” the Marine answered. I turned back and faced the Marine. Damn he was handsome. I blinked my eyes a couple of times as I struggled to remain focused on the task at hand. I am a gay man, and when I see a handsome man, especially in uniform, it tends to distract me somewhat. Suddenly I realized that this Marine was an intentional distraction as well as an obstacle. The Council of Coins had done their homework all right. They knew me well. Maybe just a little bit too well. That was not at all a comforting thought. I tuned my attention back to the Marine.
“So unless I beat it out of you, I’m not getting out of here until that timer counts down,” I said with a slight grin on my face. I wasn’t going to beat it out of the Marine. I was going to take it, and the Marine would never know it. It would be a simple matter to use my super hypnosis on this hunk and have him take a nap for about an hour. Oh, how I would have like to have stayed and watched him as he sat there sleeping in one of the chairs. We were probably being observed by some hidden camera somewhere. I hadn’t seen anything that suggested a hidden camera. For me to think that the Marine and I were in fact alone during one of the Council of Coins’ tests would be to greatly underestimate the Council. I wasn’t that stupid.
“No offence sir, but you lack the power, skill and experience to accomplish such a mission,” the Marine commented. There was just the slighted hint of amusement in his light blue eyes.
“Don’t I know it. Well then, I’m screwed unless I can charm the code out of you, Marine. Something tells me that even if you were gay, which I am sure you’re not, you’d never let yourself be charmed, because then you would fail in your mission. From what little I know about Marines the mission is everything,” I responded with a slight smirk on my face.
“I would have to agree with that assessment of the situation, sir. And yes, you are correct regarding how a Marine views his mission. Dolly Parton has two of the biggest hits in country music, and even she couldn’t charm the code out of me, sir”, said the Marine with a grin.
At least he was starting to warm up to me, and seeing me as less of a threat. He also had a sense of humour. It made him seem more human. His guard was far from being down, but now I had a bit of wiggle room. (Damn, but he was good looking in that Blue Dress Class C uniform. Wiggle room. Oh those words caused some very naughty thoughts to blossom in my mind. I got my hormones firmly under control and kept my mind on the business at hand. It wasn’t easy, believe me.) I’d be able to make eye contact or better yet skin contact with him and lift the information from his mind. He was suggesting that he was heterosexual. Well, nobody’s perfect. Not even a Marine.
“If it is not against your orders, Marine I would like to shake your hand and thank you for your service,” I said to him.
“Sir?” The Marine said in a puzzled voice.
“Nothing else is going to happen here. I know when I’m beat. I have always respected Marines, and now that I have the rare opportunity to show you the respect you and all other Marines deserve, I would like to do so,” I said earnestly. I didn’t look at him with sad puppy dog eyes, because I knew if I did that he’d probably knock my block off.
“I suppose it would be okay, sir,” the Marine said reluctantly. He walked over to the table and placed his uniform hat on the table top. I gulped as I caught a brief glimpse of the back of his uniform, and especially those uniform pants. Damn they were snug fitting on his ass. I didn’t have more than a half a second to look though. I would correct that situation soon enough. He turned about to face me, cutting of my view of his assets. He walked over to me and held out his right hand and arm towards me in the classic handshake pose.
With a genuine smile on my face, I clasped his right hand with my right hand and shook hands with him. I looked him right in the eyes as I sent a mental probe into his mind. ‘Think of the code’, I silently commanded him. This would take only a second, if that.
I waited for a heartbeat or two but nothing appeared in my mind. I didn’t see the code. I didn’t see anything of his mind. A few seconds passed but nothing happened. I took a few calming breaths and increased the power level of my thought projection. I sent the same command again and waited. A few more seconds passed and again nothing happened. Apparently this Marine was of something out of the ordinary and resistant to my super hypnotic abilities. That wasn’t a problem. People were different. Some people are more susceptible to my abilities and some people are less. This Marine fell into the second category. Since I was under a time constraint, I decided to use my full power and establish the control I needed. While these thoughts had been shifting through my mind I had never stopped looking into the Marines eyes and shaking his hand. I started sending the same command again. I started out with low power and repeated the command increasing the power level step-by-step. I didn’t want to hurt the Marine, just get some information from him. After about thirty seconds I was projecting the command at my full power. I hammered at the command into his mind with all the power of my disposal. Nothing. No reaction. Not even a twitch. His body did not even twitch. The Marine was immune to my powers, just like Andy. This was not good. I was in trouble now.
“Thank you, Marine,” I said as I released his hand and smiled at him. It was unlikely that he had any idea of what had just failed to happen, since it only took about thirty five seconds. I decided I would have to sit down and think my way out here.
“You’re welcome, sir,” the Marine said, still slightly puzzled at my wanting to shake his hand. “What are you doing, sir?” He asked me as I turned away from him and walked towards the chairs.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to sit down and make myself as comfortable as possible while I wait. As I said before, I know when I am beat,” I said calmly. I followed actions to words as I sat down. I had come here right after work. I was a bit tired from work and it felt good to sit down again. I closed my eyes and took a few deep relaxing breaths. Maybe an idea would come to me. if all else failed I could think about Andy to pass the time.
I had come to The Coffee Shop right from work, so I was still dressed for work. My light gray single breasted two button two piece business suit wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It was right off the rack from one of the local men’s stores. With a few minor alterations, such as getting the pant legs hemmed, it fit me well enough. I was wearing a black long sleeved dress shirt and a white silk tie with a subtle striped pattern on it. Black cowboy boots and a plain black leather dress belt with a simple silver D buckle complete my outfit. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but I did look good in it, and the outfit was comfortable. In case you are wondering, I try to wear my black cowboy boots to work as often as I can. I find them more comfortable than dress shoes, and very few people notice that I’m wearing cowboy boots. It’s not like I go around pulling up my pant legs to show off the shafts of my cowboy boots, or anything.
The room was quiet. The Marine was not trying to engage me in conversation. Sitting here with my eyes closed trying to think wasn’t getting me anywhere. The thought popped into my mind that if those floor slave boys of mine who worked for the Council of Coins knew about this test, they would be over here in a flash to try and rescue me. I knew how much they cared about me and the thought of me coming to any harm was very upsetting to them to say the least. I was fairly certain they knew nothing about this though. Consequently I couldn’t expect the cavalry to come riding to the rescue. I was on my own. What to do? Maybe if I had some new superpower I could get out of here. All I had to do was stun or paralyze the Marine and I could slip out the door. Problem was I didn’t have any abilities like that. Now one thing was for certain as I was sitting here silently thinking, if I wanted to pass this test I was going to have to take some type of action.
I opened my eyes and looked about the room. Within seconds my eyes were drawn to the Marine who was standing a few feet away from me. There wasn’t anything else in the room to look at, aside from the countdown timer which now read 56. Given a choice between the two, which would you spend your time looking at? (Don’t lie to me, Dear Reader! I know you’d be ogling the Marine! The drool would be flowing out of your mouth, like water over Niagara Falls, as you thought about what you’d like to do with such a handsome man in such a well fitting uniform! So why wasn’t I drooling? Partly due to self control, and partly due to the fact that I had a serious problem to deal with.)
I studied the Marine standing in front of me since I really didn’t have anything else to do, and it would help to pass the time. It might not help me come up with a plan to get out of this situation but studying him would be entertaining.. The man standing in front of me was gloriously good looking. I couldn’t help but notice how good looking he was, since he was standing only a few feet in front of me. He was wearing a U.S. Marine Blue Dress class C uniform. For those of you not familiar with Marine uniforms, the US Marine Blue Dress class C uniform starts with a pair of black, polished to a blindingly brilliant shine, shoes, followed by a pair of medium blue uniform pants that have plane fronts with side angle pockets and two button flap pockets in the back. I would add at this point, that on this Marine those uniform pants were close fitting, to the point of boarding on snug fitting. If the Marine is an Officer, Staff Non-commissioned Officer, or Non-commissioned Officer, then there is a scarlet “blood stripe” on the outside seam of each pant leg that goes all the way from the waist to the cuff. Encircling the trim waist is a khaki belt with a highly polished plain gold belt buckle. Tucked into those snug fitting uniform pants is a long sleeved sharply pressed khaki dress shirt with two chest pockets that have button flap closures. A Khaki dress tie, knotted expertly, and held close to the khaki shirt with a gold tie clip is another element of the US Marine Blue Dress class C uniform. The final piece is the hat (called a ‘cover’), which is white with a midnight blue visor and a gold band on the base of the hat just above the visor. The US Marine crest sits squarely in the front of the hat. Basically, if you’ve ever seen a US Marine recruitment poster, you’ve probably seen this Blue Dress class C uniform. The uniform hat was resting on the table beside the Marine. I guessed that Marines did not wear their uniform hats indoors.
The Marine wearing this uniform was young, slightly muscular, trim, fit, handsome and sexy as hell. He was also as intimidating as hell. I suppose the fact that I couldn’t not use my super hypnosis powers on him, and turn him into a playful puppy is part of what made this Marine so scary. I already mentioned his blue eyes. Unnerving thought they might be, they were still attractive. Those eyes were in a youngish, handsome, rugged and well proportioned clean shaven face, with a strong chin, firm nose, and slightly taunt cheeks. This was a face that meant business, and was unlikely to take no for an answer regardless of the question. In other circumstances as I would’ve gone ga-ga over this Marine but when that person is giving off strong body language that says ‘if you know what is good for you, you will not challenge me’, it kind of lets the air out of your tires if you know what I mean.
His black hair was cropped in a buzz cut hair style that added to the toughness that the Marine projected. His body, well I’ve already described that suffice to say that if you’ve seen one Marine in uniform you’ve seen them all. I would’ve loved to have gotten my hands on that uniformed body and explored just how well that uniform fit him. Now was not the time. I had other less desirable things to deal with, like the clearly hostile attitude he was projecting at me.
I stood up and slowly walk about and around the Marine so I could get a good look at him from the left side and then from the back.
“What are you doing, sir?” The Marine challenged me as he turned about so that he was keeping me squarely in front of him.
“I am trying to get a look at your uniform, Marine, from all sides,” I answered honesty as I stopped moving and looked him in the eyes.
“Why, sir?” The Marine asked cautiously, eyeing me with distrust.
He was starting to get curious, and that just might work to my advantage if I played my cards right. “I’ve heard that Marines take a lot of pride in their appearance. I’ve never seen a Marine in uniform close up and I’d like to see just how well a Marine does wear his uniform,” I answered.
“You may do so, sir, but only if you keep your distance, sir. Approach any closer than you are now and I will consider it an assault and respond accordingly,” the Marine warned me.
“You’re afraid of little old me?” I taunted the Marine, and flashed him a grin.
“Don’t insult my intelligence, sir. You could have some concealed device that you might use to drug me, while my back was turned. The Marine Corps does not train idiots, sir,” the Marine snarled at me.
I gulped at the intense look of hostility on his face. I’d gone too far, and broken the rapport that had started to develop between us. It was a boneheaded manoeuvre on my part. I’d have to do some hasty repair work if I wanted to attempt what was now a dangerous and daring plan. If what I suspected was true though, the plan was a lot less dangerous and daring, that I had originally thought.
“I apologize, Marine. Such a possibility never occurred to me,” I admitted. “If I talk while I walk about and look at the fit of your uniform, you should be able to determine my location relative to you, and that I am not approaching you. Is that satisfactory to you, Marine?” I asked him as I tried to come up with an action to appease him.
“As long as you keep the tone of your voice even and calm, as well as keeping the volume the same as it is now, then yes sir, it is acceptable to me,” the Marine answered. He took a few steps to his right, moving sideways and away from the table. “That should be enough room for you to walk around me, and get a good look at me sir,” the Marine said coolly. The hostility in his voice had dropped a few notches, but it was still there.
“Thank you for granting me this honour, Marine,” I said as I stood in front of the Marine and looked him over. His uniform was as I had described earlier, but I noticed that he had some service ribbons above the left pocket of his khaki shirt. I have no idea what those ribbons represented, but there were a lot of them, which suggested that this Marine had seen a lot of active duty. The Marine was watching me as intently as I was looking at him. He wasn’t saying anything. He didn’t need to. The stern set look on his face was all the warning I needed to watch my step, as it were.
I slowly started to walk around the Marine so that I could see his left profile. I caught my breath as I got an eye full of him standing there at ease. His flat stomach and trim body were emphasized by the snug fit of his shirt and those sexy uniform pants. The button flap pocket on his left back pocket lay flat against the sexy curve of his left buttock. While there wasn’t any nice wallet bulge for my eyes to feast upon, there was a blood red stripe running down the seam of those uniform pants. Now that only added to the handsomeness and sexiness factor of the Marine. If he was in a gay bar, guys would be literally falling at his feet. With some difficulty I quickly jumped off that track of thought and back to the matter at hand. Damn, but this Marine was a powerful distraction.
“Impressive. Most impressive indeed,” I said. I knew I needed to keep talking so that the Marine would not feel threatened. The last thing in the world I wanted was to have that Marine throw his body at me and attack me. Okay, so that’s not exactly true. I would not have minded having the Marine throw his body at me. Catching his body would have been a delightful experience. I knew full well though that the only way this Marine was going to throw his body at me, was if he was in the process of attacking me. At least that is how things were for the moment. I continued my slow walk around the Marine.
I was now directly behind the Marine looking at a full rear profile. It was all I could do not to moan out loud. I knew that if I did that, it would give away the fact that I was gay, which was very likely to upset the Marine. That stupid “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy of the United States Government’s Department of Defence was a real pain right now. If the Marine even suspected I was gay, or that I was interested in him sexually, I was sure to have even more problems. I gulped a few times as my eyes drank in the sight of those two full hard killer buns wrapped up in those butt hugging dark Navy blue dress pants. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this Marine must have had those uniform pants of his tailored to show off his assets, especially from the rear. Both of the back button flapped pockets were buttoned down, and the flaps look like they had just been ironed smooth. In fact, as I flicked my eyes about the entire back of the Marine’s dress pants the creases looked razor sharp. Clearly this was a Marine who took a lot of pride in his appearance.
Oh how my hands and fingers ached to reach out and squeeze those two perfect hemispheres that were mere inches (or centimetres for any Canadians reading this story) from me. This was torture, plain and simple. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if this temptation was part of the Council of Coin’s test. If so, then they were meaner than I’d given them credit for.
Reluctantly, I dragged my hot eyes from that sexy set of killer buns and look up past the khaki belt in those dark Navy dress pants, and examine the back of the Marine’s long sleeved khaki uniform shirt. As I expected, it was sharply pressed, lint free and fit the Marine’s back and torso snugly. That shirt subtly emphasised the Marine’s narrow waist and broad muscular shoulders. The Marine took a deep breath as I stared at his back. That simple movement was bewitching. This Marine would have had to be deaf, blind, and have the IQ of a houseplant, not to realize how sexy, attractive, alluring, and manly he was. Dare I say it? Women would probably have found him even more of a sex magnet than gay men. And here I stand, inches away from him, and I can’t even dare to brush my fingers innocently along the seam of his uniform pants in between his buttocks. Oh the agony of it all. Okay, so there is NO way to do something like that innocently. I admit that. I also admit that I had to keep my hands off the Marine, if I wanted to avoid trouble. That didn’t mean that I had to like the reality of the situation.
What seemed like hours of gazing on the Marine’s backside, was but a second or two. I had not stopped my walk around the Marine. I was able to make note of a lot of details in a very short time. When something really captures my interest I can be very observant. I was now standing next to the Marine on his right side and I had a wonderful view of his right profile. As expected it was the mirror image of his left profile. The pants had one button flap pocket on the back, which was buttoned closed, and a side angle pocket on the right side. The blood stripe ran down the seam of those dark Navy blue dress pants from the waist to the bottom seam of the pant leg. Sharply pressed and lint free, this side of the Marine matched the other three sides. To summarize this was a hunky, sexy Marine decked out in his Dress Blue class C uniform. The only way he could have looked more impressive is if he had been wearing his full Dress Blue class A uniform. You know the one that you see those Marines wearing in the recruitment advertisements on television. I completed my walk around the Marine, turned about to look directly at him, and then walked backward a few paces as I looked him over.
I moved my eyes down and looked at his black shoes. They were polished mirror bright and even the tied laces looked like they were exactly the same length on each shoe. I suspected that if I had measured them that would have been the case. I let my gaze walk up the front of the Marine up his legs and past his knees, stopping at mid thigh. The legs of his uniform pants had that razor sharp crease in the front and the pant legs hung down smoothly just brushing the tops of those black shoes. I could not see the Marine’s socks, but I guessed that they would most likely be black.
I continued my inspection as I moved my gaze up to the front area, and yes the crotch area, of the Marine’s dress pants. The front of those pants were smooth, without even a hint of a wrinkle. I think any wrinkle would have been scared to show its face, if you know what I mean. The side angle pockets lay flat against the sides of those pants, although that was a bit hard to confirm since the Marines hands were resting by his sides. He wasn’t standing ‘at ease’, but he was standing in a relaxed pose with his arms hanging by his sides and his legs slightly apart. There were no bulges of any kind evident in those front pockets or in the crotch area either. So much for any forlorn hope I might have had that the Marine was gay and found me sexy.
My gaze continued to move up the waist area where I saw the khaki belt with its plain gold square buckle done up, snaking through the belt loops of those uniform pants. The tip of the khaki tie was hovering just above the middle of the belt buckle and of course the tie was hanging straight down. A smooth, wrinkle free, long sleeved khaki dress shirt encased the muscular torso and arms of that Marine. The tie was expertly knotted at the neck. The tie lay flat against the Marine’s chest and torso, held in place by a plain gold tie clip fastened midway down the torso. The two chest pockets with button flaps were securely fasten. Only some ribbons resting above the left chest pocket added any colour to the Marine’s uniform. I did not know what the ribbons represented, but I did know that their presence, indicated that the Marine had seen at least one tour of duty.
“Thank you Marine,” I said as I looked him in the eyes. “Your appearance is outstanding.” I smiled my best smile at him. I wanted to tell the Marine something along the line of ‘he looked good enough to eat,’ but you can probably guess the consequences of such a rash statement on my part.
“You’re welcome, sir” the Marine said, in a slightly puzzled tone. He didn’t appear upset about my visual inspection of him, but he did think it somewhat odd, to judge by the puzzled look on his face.
“Have you ever been stationed at that military base near Las Vegas, Marine? By the way, what is your rank, Marine? It seems disrespectful of me not to address you by your rank,” I asked him as I stood there in front of this handsome powerful dam sexy man in a damn sexy uniform.
“I’m a Sergeant, and yes I was posted at the military base near Las Vegas. It is an Air Force base, but there is a contingent of Marines stationed there as well. Why do you ask, sir?” The Marine answered.
“I was hoping that you might be able to tell me if a story that I heard, is true or not,” I answered still smiling. I already knew the story was true, but that was beside the point.
“A story? You’re just full of surprises, sir,” the Marine commented, with a hint of a smile on his face. “Ask away, sir.”
He was warming up to me a bit, which was a good sign. “There was this stage hypnotist performing for various years in Las Vegas. Marines would sometime attend the show and nearly every time the hypnotist would manage to get many of them to participate in the stage show. This got back to the Air force base commander, who talked with the ranking Marine commander on the base. They both agreed that Marines participating in a stage hypnosis show was unbecoming behaviour on the part of the Marines, and was bad for the reputation of the Corps. It made it look like Marines were easy to hypnotize. These two officers then banned any Marine from participating in the show on or off duty. Marines have not gone to the show since.”
“Have you heard this story, Sergeant?” I asked.
“Yes, I’ve heard the story, sir,” the Marine answered. I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw his lips twitched into the beginning of a smile, for just a half a second.
“Well, is it true?” I prompted him.
“Yes, it’s true, more or less,” the Marine answered.
“More or less? What does that mean? Care to explain?” I fired the questions at the Marine.
“I was stationed at the base when the events in that story happened. I never went to see the hypnotist and his stage show. Several of the men under my command did, though. They claimed to have had a good time but they couldn’t recall what it was that they had done when on stage. I don’t put much faith in that hypnosis stuff, though,” the Marine said.
“So you think all hypnosis is bunk?” I asked.
“Yeah. In fact, I was all set to go to that show myself, just to prove to my men that all Marines are not easy to hypnotize,” the Marine answered, a hint of a smirk touching his lips.
“Would you mind if I hypnotized you, Sergeant?” I asked him innocently. (Okay, so it wasn’t at all innocent. I had a plan. A sneaky plan. A sneaky and slightly evil plan. A sneaky and slightly evil and delicious plan. If I was right, I would shortly be turning the tables on this hunk and have him eating out of my hand, so to speak. If I was right. But first I had to set the stage.)
“What?” The Marine replied looking a bit dumbfounded.
“Well, since I’ve got just under an hour to kill until that door opens, and you’re here anyway, I want to know if you would mind if I hypnotized you,” I answered with a smile.
“You’re not serious, sir,” the Marine scoffed at me.
“I’m completely serious. So is that a yes or a no?” I responded.
“Well, yes, I guess, but I don’t think it’s going to work, sir,” the Marine said with a smirk. “If you want to waste your time and make a fool of yourself, it’s no skin off my nose, sir”
“Great! Well, you know that I cannot overpower you physically, so you’re safe, Marine,” I said calmly.
“Yeah, that’s a safe bet. So what do I have to do?” The Marine asked. He was becoming curious about the hypnosis, and that was the door that I needed him to open, even just a tiny little crack. Just the little bit of cooperation he had shown was all I needed. Does that make me evil, dear reader? After all, I had not warned the Marine about what I wanted to do with him once I had him hypnotized. Usually I warn the guys ahead of time, and this time I didn’t. Or have you forgotten, dear reader, that this was regular hypnosis, not super hypnosis? I would not, much as it pains me to admit it, be able to do whatever I wanted to with the Marine. He would not do anything that he really did not want to do.
(Attention readers. Do not attempt this on your own. If you do, you are most likely to wind up getting your butt kicked by a handsome Marine. While some guys might enjoy such an experience, I suspect that the majority of you would not enjoy getting pummelled by a Marine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
“Stand comfortably with your feet a bit farther apart,” I directed him,. The Marine shifted his weight from one leg to the other several times as he moved his legs a bit further apart until they were about shoulder width apart. I couldn’t help but notice how that simple action caught my attention. It was fun to watch.
“That’s fine. Oh before I forget, I’d like to thank you for doing this with me,” I said as I held out my hand to him.
“What? You want to shake my hand again, sir?” The Marine asked clearly surprised by my action.
“Sure. Why not? You’re not afraid to shake my hand are you? Do you think I have civilian cooties or something?” I asked with a grin.
“Fine, sir,” the Marine said with a small grin, as he took my hand and shook it with a firm hard grip.“You’re a strange one, though, sir.” I ignored his comment. I did not want him or myself distracted at this stage of the induction. To be honest though, this Marine was a distraction nonetheless. I had to keep my mind focused on the hypnotic induction and not become sidetracked by this handsome hunky young Marine stud.
“Now close your eyes as you continue to grip my hand firmly.” The Marine raised his right eyebrow at me, silently questioning that request. “Go on, close your eyes, Sergeant. A bit strong guy like you, shouldn’t have anything to fear about closing your eyes.” I said with a soft chuckle. The Marine closed his eyes after shooting an ‘I do not believe I am doing this’ look at me, and smiled.
“Now imagine in your mind that there is a sunroof on the top of your head. Roll your eyes up in your sockets and try to look out the sunroof at the clear calm blue sky that is above your head. When you can imagine this, and when your eyes have rolled up in your sockets just nod your head,” I instructed him. I struggled to keep the tremor of excitement out of my voice. I knew what was about to happen, if I was lucky. I’d find out in the next few seconds. If this didn’t work, the worst thing that could happen is that I’d be disappointed, which was a lot better than getting beaten up by a Marine.
I waited for a few seconds and watched the Marine’s face closely as he rolled his eyes up in his sockets. Just as he nodded his head, I yanked his arm towards me and in a strong downward motion as I yelled out “Sleep now!” in a loud commanding clear voice.
The Marine dropped like a sack of potatoes. (I knew it! I knew this would happen! It was all I could do not to jump up and down yelling ‘YES’ at the top of my lungs. If I did that, though, he’d most likely snap right out of the hypnotic state he had just dropped into. We would not want that to happen, would we, dear reader?) He toppled forward following the motion of the yank of his right arm, and then his knees buckled and he fell forward as he crumpled in front of me. Instinctively I reached out and caught him and did my best to carefully lower him to the floor of the room. He was a big man at least 6 feet tall and probably just over 220 pounds, all of that being firm hard muscle. He was much like Andy only not as cute. (Yes, dear reader, no one is as cute as Andy. Of course I’m not exactly objective about that.) A few heartbeats later the Marine was lying on the floor on his right side, his head pillowed on his right arm, and his left arm draped down the front of his body. His legs were lying slightly bent at the knee and the hip as if he were half way rising out of a chair. His left leg was slightly behind his right leg. All in all the Marine looked kind of cute and more than a bit sexy lying on the floor like that. I didn’t have time for more than a quick look at the Marine’s limp collapsed and sexy body. I had other things to do.
I squatted down beside the Marine and softly spoke to him. “Going deeper and deeper, Sergeant. Feels so good to just go deeper and to let go more and more. Feels so wonderful. You’re surprised, delighted and happy at how good you feel, and all you want to do is be a good Marine and go deeper and deeper for me. You’re a good Marine and you deserve to go deeper and deeper with each word that I utter and each breath that you take.” I was building upon his military experience to quickly deepen his trance. He was under and now the key was to deepen him as quickly as possible before he could think clearly and realize exactly what had just happened to him. I took a couple of breaths as I worked out what to say next.
“Marines are very special men, who have very special abilities, and you have proven that to me. Not just any man could follow orders and go so deep as you have. Your pride as a Marine is shining within you and building within you as you continue to follow your orders and go deeper and deeper, because the deeper you go the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go,” I said to the hypnotized Marine Sergeant lying relaxed on the floor at my feet. (If that’s not a sight that would get you hard, dear reader, or at least get a rise out of you, then you need to see your doctor.)
The Marine smiled and sighed a few times. I smiled to myself. I had landed this fish. I wasn’t quite finished yet though. “If you want to go even deeper, Sergeant, just nod your head for me,” I told him. The Marine nodded his head almost immediately. “Very good, Sergeant. When you hear me snap my fingers, this one time, you will start to count backward from twenty to zero, by ones, slowly and easily. With each and every descending number you will feel yourself moving slowly into a safe area of your mind where you can let yourself continue to go deeper and let go more and more and empty your mind of every thought except the desire, want and need to go deeper. When you are ready to do this, just say ‘yes’. You’ll find it so easy to respond the deeper you go.” The stage was set for the final few acts needed to take this Marine very deep into ordinary hypnosis. I was pleased with myself, in that my regular hypnosis skilled had not atrophied over the years.
“Yes ,sir,” the Marine said a few seconds later. I smiled and then snapped my fingers close to the Marine’s left ear.
“Twenty, sir.” The Marine said in a soft but clear voice.
I carefully started to examine the Marine as I listened to him count. (You expected me NOT to do that, dear reader? Get real!) He was lying on his right side as I’d mentioned earlier.
“Nineteen, sir”, said the Marine.
Yes, the curl of his legs pulled those sexy uniform pants tight across his buttocks, at least his left buttock. Oh, what a site that was.
“Eighteen, sir,” counted the Marine.
For a few seconds I contemplated what I could do with this hunky deliciously sexy hypnotized Marine. I had naughty thoughts. Oh yes I had very naughty thoughts.
“Seventeen, sir.” The count continued.
I also didn’t have the time to do more than think naughty thoughts. (All together now, dear readers. DAMN IT!) His left arm and hand were draped across his chest.
“Sixteen, sir.”
His hat was still on the table somewhere. leaving his head exposed and showing his crew cut medium brown hair. His face was calm and serene. “You’re doing very well, Sergeant. Continue the count and follow the numbers down deeper and deeper. Even the soothing steady sound of my voice helps you to let go, and to go deeper and more relaxed and comfortable, Sergeant,” I said. It was important to keep the Marine aware that I was still in the room and directing his trance. If this had been super hypnosis I would not have needed to monitor the Marine so closely.
“Fifteen, sir.”
I studied that magnificent chest for a few seconds at least long enough to determine his breathing was deep and rhythmic. In short he was deeply hypnotized. Or he was asleep for real. Right now either was fine with me.
“Fourteen, sir.”
I smiled to myself. I had definitely not lost my touch by any means. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come, shortly. (Not WHO was to cum, dear reader. Yes, that nasty mind of yours thinks along the same thoughts as mine, doesn’t it?) My evil plan had worked exactly as I’d hoped. I had hypnotized this slightly arrogant Marine and I was taking him deeper by the second.
“Thirteen, sir.”
“Deeper and deeper, Sergeant. You’re following your orders, just as you should,” I said encouraging him.
“Twelve, sir.” The Marine nodded his head in silent agreement with my words. At least I hoped he was agreeing with them. There was no way to be 100% sure since I couldn’t scan his mind. I forced that unsettling thought out of my mind and returned my concentration on what was happening in front of me.
“Eleven, sir.”
I had forgotten how attractive it can be to watch a handsome man count himself deeper into hypnosis. I decided to just watch him do his count and drop in a few encouraging comments when it seemed necessary. He had such a strangely boyish face for a Sergeant. He looked old enough to shave, but just barely. I found it difficult to believe that he was in fact a Sergeant.
“Ten, sir.”
His body seems to be even more relaxed and comfortable, which was fine with me. “The deeper you go, Sergeant, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better.” I said.
“Yes, going deeper, feeling better,” the Marine said clearly. He let out a soft sigh. His lips curved into a small smile and he sighed a second time. For a moment or two I thought he wasn’t going to continue with the count.
“Nine, sir.”
When hypnosis works with a willing subject, it can be more thrilling that you can possibly imagine. I’m not talking about the erotic aspects, dear reader. I am referring to the profound joy I feel when a man has willingly surrendered, or seemed to surrender, himself to me. To know that this powerful man was going to do nearly anything I asked of him, caused a shudder of anticipation to run up and down my spine. It was like old times. Like the first time I’d ever done hypnosis with Steven Stokes. The thrill was back, and I had forgotten what it had felt like.
“Eight, sir.”
The Sergeant’s voice snapped me back out of my recollections. I looked at the Sergeant’s face. There was a boyish almost innocent quality to it, as he started to grin. Again I wondered how such a young looking man could be a Sergeant.
“Seven, sir.”
Lying on the floor was a most undignified position for a Marine. (Yes, dear reader, I am sure you can come up with a lot more undignified positions for a Marine, but let’s not go there, okay?) At least the floor appeared to be clean, and the Marine would not get that nice class C uniform of his dirty.
“Six, sir.”
I was so looking forward to the Marine finishing his count. I swallowed a few times, as nervousness suddenly hit me. I could understand feeling excited, since it is not every day that I hypnotize a Marine. But nervous? That did not make sense. I had done ordinary hypnosis many times with many different kinds of guys in the past. I knew what I was doing.
“Five, sir.”
“Deeper and deeper, Sergeant. The deeper you go, the better you feel. Always going deeper, always feeling better,” I said. I did my best to shrug off the nervousness I was feeling. I didn’t have time for it right now.
“Four, sir.”
‘You are getting so close, boy,’ I thought to myself. The last of my nervousness melted away in the anticipation that I started to savour. Each new guy I hypnotized was like a special treat, but this guy was different. He was a Marine after all.
“Three, sir.”
“Going so deep. You are such a good Marine, Sergeant. You know how to follow orders and carry out your mission. Your mission now is to go as deep as you can, and to let yourself go to that special place in your mind where you can be relaxed, carefree and happy,” I said. It flashed through my mind that I might have been pushing the Sergeant a bit too quickly. I had to keep reminding myself that despite how well the Sergeant was responding, this was still only ordinary hypnosis I was doing. If I pushed too quickly or piled on too many suggestions it could boomerang back at me and he could snap out of his trance.
“Two, sir.”
“You’re doing an excellent job, Sergeant. Deeper and deeper,” I told him. I was delighted to see that smile on his face get slightly bigger.
“One, sir.”
“Nice and deep. So very relaxed and comfortable, aren’t you Sergeant?” I asked him.
“Yes, sir,” the Sergeant answered.
“I think you’d be more comfortable sitting in the chair, Sergeant. So when you hear me snap my fingers, your eyes will open and you will feel yourself go down just a bit deeper into this state. You’ll find it easy to stand up. You will look about and when you see one of the chairs you will walk over to it and sit down in it. A few moments after your butt comes in contact with the chair seat, every muscle in your body will suddenly feel like loose rubber bands and your body will sag as you sink down in the chair going ten times deeper into hypnosis as you just let go completely. You’ll know that no matter how relaxed and limp you feel though, there is no way you can slip, slide or tumble out of the chair. All that you can do is to sink deeper into hypnosis the longer you sit in it. Nod your head when you understand your orders, Sergeant.” I spoke the last few words in a firm commanding tone of voice.
The Marine nodded his head almost immediately. SNAP.
The Marine’s eyes popped open as his body jerked once. He slowly climbed up off the floor, as if he was not sure exactly what he was doing or why he was doing it. The confusion on his face was not at all unexpected, and in truth, it was exactly what I had been hoping to have happen to him. I had given him a lot of instructions and his mind was having to deal with them while his body was carrying them out. He was being overloaded mentally, and that is exactly what I needed to have happen.
He looked about the room and spotted the chair next to me. A look of determination crossed his face as he walked over to the chair. He could see the objective of his mission, which is important to any good Marine. He stood in front of the chair, and then turned about and sat down, with his feet planted firmly on the floor and his hands resting in his lap. He looked right at me, but he didn’t say anything. A second or two later his head dropped to his chest and his body toppled forward until he was bending forward at the waist as far as he could go. His head was hanging between his knees, which were spread wide apart. His arms were hanging down limply at his sides. His khaki tie was hanging down from his chest, with only the bottom half of it dangling below the level of his head. That sight puzzled me for a moment until I remembered that the Sergeant’s tie was fasten half way up his khaki shirt by a clip.
I quickly walked over to him. I knew I could not leave him like that, as all the blood would rush to his head and give him a headache. “Sitting up in the chair now Sergeant,” I told him as I placed my hands on his shoulders and start to push his body back up and up. My efforts were superfluous, as the Sergeant lifted his torso with ease and sat up normally in the chair. He raised his head up into a normal position. An expression of utter relaxation was plastered on his handsome face. His eyes were closed and only the slightest hint of a smile brushed his lips.
“About ten seconds after you feel my fingers touch your forehead, Sergeant, your will slouch down into your chair, letting your body go as loose and limp as you can imagine, while at the same time knowing that you can’t slid out of the chair. All you can do is continue to go down deeper and deeper into hypnosis, because the deeper your go the better you feel and the better you feel the deeper you go,” I told him. I didn’t need to take him deeper or make him collapse into the chair. I just wanted to see him do that. He was such a handsome man, and I do so love to hypnotize handsome men and control them. Hey, I wasn’t going to be able to have my usual super hypnotic fun with the Sergeant, so I’d settle for what I could arrange.
The Sergeant nodded his head in silent agreement before I could ask him if he understood and agreed with my instructions. I had hoped this would be the case. Military men are such good subjects, or so a few hypnotherapist contacts of mine have informed me. Turned out they were correct. Back to business.
I walked over to the now docile Sergeant and firmly placed the fingers of my right hand on his forehead, pressing down firmly so that I was sure he could feel my fingers on his forehead. An automatic scan of his mind using my mental powers confirmed that the Sergeant’s mind was still shielded from my powers. ‘I wish I could just reach into your mind and make you my willing slave Sergeant’, I thought to myself. It was a foolish wish, I knew, and maybe a bit mean too, but that didn’t stop me from wanting it to come true. As I stood there waiting, hoping actually, for the Sergeant to respond to his instructions to go deeper, I examined his mind shield. It felt like many of the menial shields that I’d encountered amongst the gifted, and yet there was something slightly different about it. As I started to consider that thought, I began to feel vaguely uneasy.
My attention was diverted in an inarguably delightful manner, as the Sergeant slumped down into his chair, his body going completely limp, and breaking the contact between my fingers and his forehead in the process. I took a couple of steps back to get a good eyeful of the Sergeant.
A youngish handsome, physically fit, muscular, trim and slim Marine Sergeant sits before me in a chair, slumped down, which his head nodded forward, his chin resting easily on his massively muscular chest. His hips, bum and torso are thrust forward on the chair so that he is sitting halfway out of the chair. His big strong legs are spread wide apart at the knees giving a clear view of his crotch and the front of his pelvic area. the snug fit of his navy blue uniform dress pants shows that he has more than a passing sexual interest in hypnosis. I think the military term would be that his flagpole is at half mast, if you get my meaning. (I hope you do not expect me to draw you a picture to explain that last sentence, dear reader, ‘cause I’m a terrible artist.) I would have guessed that his legs were open at a sixty or seventy degree angle, although his feet were only a few inches apart. His arms were hanging down at his sides.
Carefully I walked over to the Sergeant, and grabbed hold of his left wrist with my right hand. I lifted his left arm up slowly. It was very loose, and moved easily. I raised his left arm up until it was halfway up his chest and let go. As I expected, his left arm dropped back into place, swinging back and forth a few times before it came to rest. There was no question. The Sergeant was very deeply hypnotized and very comfortable. Step one of my mission was accomplished.
“Nice and deep, Sergeant, aren’t you?” I asked him.
“Yes, sir. Very nice. Very deep. Thank you, sir,” the Sergeant answered softly.
“Good boy. Now you just stay there like a good little Marine and enjoy yourself until it is time for me to wake you up. I’m sure you’ll have no objection to enjoying the peace, relaxation and calm of your hypnosis trance,” I told him, in a firm strong voice. I knew that Marines, even hypnotized Marines, would respect and tend to comply with instructions if they were given in a way that suggested authority or command.
“Sir, yes sir! I’m your good little Marine, sir!” Barked the Sergeant.
I wasn’t expecting exactly that response, but it was okay. The important thing is that for the next few minutes the Sergeant’s mind would be occupied with how good he was feeling. Now I could get back to the Sergeant’s mind shield. I had no intention of trying to remove it or to drain it. Not only would such a course of action been unethical, but I doubted that I’d able to do so without the Sergeant noticing, which was sure to disrupt his hypnotic trance. I was curious about the mind shield. It didn’t feel the same as previous mental shields generated by other gifted persons that I’d encountered in the past. While I knew that all mental shield were functionally the same, and that each was unique to the person who generated it, this shield just didn’t feel right. All I had was that vague uneasy feeling, but over the years I’d learned to trust my feelings and my instincts.
I pushed the Sergeant’s head back up until it was in a normal position. He sighed as I moved his head, but otherwise he did not react. He was content to hold his head in the new position. I placed the fingertips of my right hand on the Sergeant’s forehead. Slowly I released a mental probe down through my fingertips and began a surface scan of the Sergeant’s mental shield, centimetre by centimetre. I took my time, making note of how the shield felt and any variations in texture. As expected the shield was a sphere enclosing the Sergeant’s brain. The sphere was smooth and flawless, like a highly polished cue ball. Nothing out of the ordinary. My examination had lasted only a minute or so, but that was enough time to determine that I could not drain or break through that shield without setting some type of mental alarm. It would be like trying to poke a fully charged electric cattle prod into a sleeping grizzly bear. Not the brightest of ideas, if you catch my drift.
Then I felt it. A very faint energy pulse moving along the shield, just below its surface. If I had not been examining the shield surface at that precise moment, I would have missed the pulse. As the pulse move from the front to the back I felt the shield become just a bit firmer. That should not have happened. Shields were generated from within the brain. A firming pulse should have moved outward from the center of the brain to contact the entire shield surface simultaneously. Even when reinforcing one section of a mental shield, the initial pulse is first applied to the entire shield. Something was definitely not as it should be. I glanced at the clock on the table. It read 42. I had plenty of time to dig a bit deeper into this mystery.
I increased my concentration and began my examination of this mental shield again. I took nothing for granted this time. I flicked my eyes at the clock as I progressed. This might take a lot of time, five even ten minutes. I know that doesn’t sound like much to ungifted people, but it is a very long time in terms of the mental effort required. since the pulse seemed to appear at the front of the shield I started my examination there. In less than ten seconds I found it. A hair thin thread of mental energy that was fasten half way down the bottom front of the shield. The thread did not seem to be anchored to the shield though. When I delicately tried to nudge it, the end of the thread moved around the shield surface while never losing contact with it, like an ice skater moving about the surface of a frozen pond in the middle of winter, gliding effortlessly.
Stranger, and stranger. I had never seen anything like this before. No wait. I had. There was something vaguely familiar about this mental thread. After a few moments of intense effort I recalled the memory to my mind. The thread was like the mental tracer that Mary had planted in my mind a year or so ago, when I was doing my training with her. She had been surprised that I’d been able to detect it, much less remove it. This mental thread was much like that one, only it seemed to be a conduit as well that carried the mental energy that reinforced the mental shield about the Sergeant’s mind.
The question was if this external mental energy was sublimating the Sergeant’s mental shield or if the mental energy was providing the mental shield around the Sergeant’s mind. There was a simple way to find out. I snipped the thread. I watched as the Sergeant’s mental shield slowly faded way over the next few minutes. It appeared to be gone completely now, which suggested that the Sergeant didn’t have any mental capabilities like a gifted person, which in turn suggested that the Sergeant’s mind had been protected from my probing by some other person. Three guesses who that could have been, and the first two guesses don’t count. Since this entire event was a test by the Council of Coins, it was logical that the shielding of the Sergeant’s mind would have been arranged by the Council. I was surprised to say the least. Until now, I had no idea that a gifted person could shield a normal person’s mind, which only proved that I still had much to learn about my super hypnotic and mental abilities.
Unless I was wrong about the shield. I could be wrong. It might be that the Sergeant was a very weak gifted person. We all had different strengths of mind. I knew of only one way to be sure, and I was reluctant to undertake it. I would be violating the privacy of the Sergeant’s mind, and I wasn’t at all happy doing that. Presuming that this man was in fact a Marine Sergeant, he had served his country, and in the process probably risked his life many times, and so at the very least, he deserved my respect. Need I remind you, dear reader, that this Marine Sergeant was a seriously handsome hunk? That was part of what fuelled my reluctance to probe his mind. I was not completely sure that it wasn’t my lust for the Sergeant that was tempting me to probe and take control of his mind. A part of me wanted the major league stud muffin slumped in the chair in front of me, to be under my control. It was perfectly understandable, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.
Sometimes, though, a person has to do things that he really would rather not do. I mentally gritted my teeth and turned my full attention to the hypnotized hunk before me. Gingerly I sent a probe into the Sergeant’s mind.
It seemed this was my day for surprises. The surprise of having to drop by The Coffee Shop for a test by the Council of Coins was one surprise. Having the test involve me being alone (supposedly, but I strongly doubted that was the case) with a major league stud muffin of a man in a Marine Sergeant’s uniform was the second surprise. The third surprise was the result of my mental probe. The Sergeant was not gifted! He had no mental abilities associated with ‘the gifted’. His mind was like an open book to me. All I had to do was turn the pages to find any information that I might want. In a few seconds I knew the access code to the door, and the Sergeant’s recent history for the past two years or so. Mental communication is much faster than the spoken word, so information can be exchanged literally at the speed of thought. My wish had been granted. I could easily make the Sergeant mine, if I so wanted.
I thought carefully for a few heartbeats, composing my thoughts. ‘You are enjoying being hypnotized by me Sergeant. You are amazed at how powerful a hypnotist I am. It both surprises and delights you to find a powerful man who can dominate your mind like this. You follow all my suggestions easily. It seems normal and natural that I am able to take you very deep into hypnosis. It does not concern you at all. Everything is as it should be, Sergeant,’. I could see my projected thoughts enter into the Sergeants mind. They were easily understood and accepted. If I didn’t know better, the Sergeant seemed eager to accept my mental commands. I put that done to his military training. (As I mentioned earlier to you, dear reader, guys in the military are used to following orders from an authority figure. My mental commands had nudged the Sergeant’s perception of me so that he saw me as an authority figure.)
I could have woken the Sergeant up, walked over and opened the locked door, and then left. I would have passed the Council of Coin’s test. The Sergeant would not have cared much, though technically he would have failed in his mission. He would also have wondered how I figured out the access code. It would have been a loose thread left hanging, and while it was probably a minor loose thread, it could still lead to questions to which I did not have any answers.
I lifted my fingers from his forehead and moved my chair back a couple of feet. I wanted a little physical distance between us while I gave the situation some careful thought. The last thing I wanted was my thoughts to leak into the Sergeant’s mind and be interpreted by him as new commands to follow.
“Just sit there so comfortable and continue to relax and go deeper Sergeant,” I said to him as I started to mull this minor problem over in my mind.
“Sir, yes, sir,” the Sergeant responded. “This feels great, sir. If there’s anything else you want me to do sir, just ask.”
“You could give me the access code for the door, Sergeant,” I said. I already had that information, but I was curious as to how the Sergeant would respond to a direct question.
“I am sorry, sir, but I cannot do that, as it goes against my orders and my mission,” the Sergeant replied in a stern voice. “I’m a Marine first, sir.”
“But Sergeant, I have hypnotized you. I have taken a big strong Marine like you, and put you so very deep into hypnosis that there is nothing you wouldn’t do for me. Isn’t that right, Sergeant?” I was pushing the issue, but I wanted to know how the Sergeant was going to resolve all of this.
“uhm...err....I guess so, sir,” the Sergeant said hesitantly. The silly goofy grin on his face had melted into confusion. He was trying his best to resolve two powerful and conflicting directives, his Marine training which drove him to follow and obey his orders, and my super hypnotic control of his mind which drove him to obey me.
“So tell me the code, Sergeant,” I said sternly. I was putting pressure on him. It was unnecessary. It was a bit mean, too.
The Sergeant didn’t say anything. He fidgeted in the chair, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. I waited for another thirty seconds before I spoke again.
“Sergeant.....I’m waiting. The code, if you please. Be a good Marine. Be my good Marine and tell me the code, Sergeant,” I said in a disapproving tone.
The Sergeant’s head snapped up and his eyes flow open. He looked about for a second before he launched himself up and off of the chair and on to his feet. I felt a sudden icicle of fear stab me in the gut, as he walked over to where I was sitting. It looked like I had pushed him too hard and he had slipped out of my hypnotic control! This had never happened before! I was in for a beating that would make what the gay bashers had done to me, look like two people bumping into each other on the street. My legs tensed as I got ready to make a dash to the door.
The Sergeant fell to his knees in front of me, his hands and arms assuming a prayer position. “Please don’t make me tell, sir! I’m begging you! Please don’t make me tell! I’ll fail in my mission if I tell! I’ll let down my Captain and the entire Corps, if I tell! I don’t want to be a bad Marine!” The Sergeant sobbed, tears streaming down his anguished face. In an instant I had reduced this powerful confident impressive man, into a sobbing cowering little boy. I was on the verge of breaking his spirit, if not crushing it. I had not intended this to happen. I had to fix this and fast. But how?
“Please, sir! Please don’t make me tell!” The Sergeant repeated as he continued to sob and cry while on his knees before me.
I reached over and touched his forehead with my fingers. A brief but deep mental scan of his mind showed that the Sergeant’s thoughts were in turmoil, and that he was also telling me the truth. I had not told him that he could not lie to me, so I felt it necessary to confirm that he was not dissembling. With that possibility eliminated, I had to come up with some other course of action. It was time to hit the reverse thrust, and back out of this mess, if I could.
‘You are now calm and at peace, Sergeant.’ As I inserted those commands into his mind, the Sergeant stopped sobbing and the tears stopped flowing down his cheeks. The Sergeant’s arms dropped limply to his sides as he relaxed his body. His face lost all expression as my mental commands took hold of his mind. I quickly adjusted the Sergeant’s memory of the past few minutes completely removing his memories of me asking him to tell me the access code. Now what he remembered was being in trance, and being made to kneel down in front of me, and crying for joy at how good it felt to be able to let go so much that he could assume a submissive position in front of me, and still be a good Marine and loyal to the Corps. (Okay. Listen up all you slut puppies out there. I was NOT going to get him to stick that beefy beautiful butt of his up in the air for me. Yes that would be a truly submissive position. Yes, that would have been delightful sight to see, I had enough problems to deal with right now. Besides, I could not be sure that we were not being observed, and there was no reason to humiliate the Sergeant.)
“Return to your chair, Sergeant. Sit back down in it and go deeper in to hypnosis and enjoy yourself. Go to that special place in your mind where you are safe, secure and nothing with disturb you,” I told him.
The Sergeant climbed to his feet and looked down at me for a second or two before he turned about and headed for his chair. He sat down and made himself comfortable. A heartbeat later his head dropped down to his chest as he slumped down into the chair, his arms hanging loose and limply by his side, his legs spread wide open at the knees. His face once again had that silly sappy grin. So things were back to normal, or what passed for normal in this instance.
A glance at the clock on the table showed 23 minutes left. Another idea popped into my head. If I convinced the Sergeant that the clock read zero, he would open the door and allow me to leave the room. I would pass the Council of Coins’ test. He would at first not realize that he had been tricked into failing in his mission. He would undoubtedly be upset when he discovered the truth, which was bound to happen. He’d never trust me to hypnotize him again, after that though. He would go into hypnosis, since with super hypnosis he really did not have a choice, but there would be a basic distrust of me that would cause him to resist any commands I gave him, at least at some level. Unless I altered his memory of those events as well. This was turning into a lot of work, no matter what path I chose to take. It wasn’t worth it. I didn’t care about passing the Council of Coins’ test THAT badly. Having a Marine Sergeant that I could potentially hypnotize, and play with, in the foreseeable future was a lot more appealing to me than passing this arbitrary test. I decided to wait out the clock.
The Sergeant didn’t just sit there doing nothing, though. I had him stand up and walk around a bit. I had him come to attention and I had him stand at ease. I even had him salute me a few times, which I found thrilling and sexually exciting. Boy was THAT an understatement! Let’s just say it was a good thing I was not wearing snug pants or I might have experienced a major degree of discomfort. I was able to examine the Sergeant’s uniform very closely. I did not touch it though. As tempting as it was to grope that Marine butt, I kept my hands off. So while my eyes and my mind were happy, for my hands it was a somewhat sadder story. As far as I knew the Sergeant was straight. I really did not have the time to dive into that subject, so I let it be. All too soon the clock was showing three. I had the Sergeant return and sit back down in his chair.
“I am going to count from zero to five, Sergeant, where zero is your current state of hypnosis or an even deeper state than this, and five is when your eyes are open and you have returned to a normal non-hypnotic state, remembering everything that happened when I hypnotized you,” I said. (So that was not exactly true, dear reader, but that was beside the point.)
The Sergeant nodded his head. He was so used to following my instructions now that he didn’t think about it, he just agreed and did it. Well those instructions that did not conflict with his orders or his mission, anyway.
“Coming out of hypnosis and returning to normal now Sergeant. Awaking feeling refreshed and relaxed and maybe even happy. Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake, Sergeant!!! Wide Awake!!!!” I called out to him.
“Where am I? What happened?” The Sergeant asked as he blinked his eyes and looked about. He saw me sitting there and a big happy grin came to his face, as his confusion faded away. He stood up, swayed for a second or two and then caught himself. I stood up a second or two after he did. I waited for him to say or do something.
“You’re good, sir. You’re really good,” he said with a touch of awe in his voice. “I would never have believed an experienced Marine like me could be hypnotized but you did it. I feel great, like I just had an eight hour sleep.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I enjoyed giving you those orders. It’s not every day I get to boss a Marine around, Sergeant,” I said with a smile. I was relieved that things had turned out so well. The Sergeant had no inkling of the traumatic experience that had been erased from his mind. I’d slipped up badly, but I had managed to correct the situation.
“Keep taking me deep like that, and you can march me around the room anytime you like, sir,” replied the Sergeant. “Why did you wake me up anyway?”
“We were nearly out of time,” I answered as I pointed to the clock which now read two.
“Yeah, I guess you kind of had to do that. My mission is nearly over,” the Sergeant said, after he glanced at the clock. If he was surprised at the passage of time, he concealed his reaction well. “It was kind of fun, and I did have a good time.” The Sergeant sat back down in his chair. I guessed he was more comfortable sitting. I sat back down in my seat as well.
“As did I, Sergeant. You are an excellent hypnosis subject. I am honoured that you trusted me enough to let me hypnotize you. It was a rare privilege for me,” I said earnestly. “Do you have any questions or concerned regarding what you experienced?”
“Yeah, I’ve got one,” he answered. “You didn’t give me any special word to go back into hypnosis, right?” He looked at me questioningly.
“Come to think of it, no, I didn’t,” I said with surprise. “I didn’t give you a post hypnotic suggestion, or what is referred to as a ‘trigger’, to re-enter hypnosis. We didn’t have time to discuss that subject.”
The Sergeant looked at me thoughtfully, nodding his head in silent agreement. I did not know what he was thinking, since I was not touching him and thus could not scan his mind. I sighed softly to myself as I realized that I regretted not giving the Sergeant a trigger for re-entering hypnosis. I wanted to ask the Sergeant if he would like to do some future sessions with me, but there wasn’t time to broach the subject now. The Sergeant’s mission was going to be over in a less than a minute, and it was extremely unlikely that our paths would ever cross again. I smiled at the Sergeant, as friendly as I could be. Inside though, I was smiling at the irony of the situation. I’d blown my opportunity to hypnotize this hunky handsome Marine Sergeant in his gorgeous Dress Blue class C uniform, sometime in the future, because I’d become distracted by how good he looked in that same uniform. If I’d spent less time eyeballing the Sergeant and having him pose for me, I’d have been able to take the few minutes needed to ask him if he wanted a future hypnosis session with me. Yes, I could have easily convinced the Sergeant that he really wanted to do hypnosis with me again. That would not have presented any problems. But I’d blown it now.
A soft gong sounded in the room. I glanced over at the clock on the table and noticed that it read zero. The motion of the Sergeant standing up snatched my attention from the clock and back to the Marine.
“It’s been interesting, sir,” the Sergeant said after he stood up. I stood up and watched as the Sergeant walked to the door. It was a nice view. (I’m an ass man, remember dear reader?) A few seconds later the door slide open, the Sergeant walked through the doorway, and the door slide shut, cutting off my view of the Sergeants retreating backside. I took one step towards the door, when I was stopped by a voice that seemed to come from the wall directly behind me.
“Please return to your seat, Mister Walton. We have much to discuss,” said a male voice that I did not recognize. I had expected to hear Mary’s voice since she was on the Council of Coins.
I sighed as I resigned myself to the fact that the test might be over, but the discussion about the results had just started. The fun, such as it had been, was over. Now the real work began.