Memory Lane
When you’re as stressed as Jeremy is, you’ll take any relaxation you can get. Don wasn’t an accredited hypnotherapist, but he didn’t cost a dime. Don and Jeremy had been acquaintances for awhile, meeting at parties like this one now and again. Now here at the witching hour of one of Carol’s parties Jeremy finds himself on his back on the floor, shoes and socks off, focusing on his breathing.
Carol, Jeremy’s fiancé, was downstairs having a blast. Social butterfly that she was she appreciated that Don took Jeremy away to relax before the love of her life became too grumpy and stressed again.
“You’re doing such a good job, Jeremy,” Don soothingly assured. Poised in a desk chair at Jeremy’s head, he stared down at the man who only knew a few times, as he slowly relaxed into the IKEA rug beneath him.
“Keep focusing on that ball of light in your mind, how it glows and captivates. Imagine that light spreading throughout you. Oh, it makes you feel light headed, doesn’t it?” Jeremy nods and exhales a bit of a swoon. “Ya, you like that.”
The last statement caught the hypnotized man off guard, but as he let the light pour through his body, he hardly cared. Don’s voice was so deep and warm, Jeremy loathed to admit it if he were awake, but it’s easy to accept he feels safe near a more powerful man.
Don was a prime specimen, a tall, strong male of confidence and success. Jeremy however was a bit chubby, smooth and curvy, almost like a girl, lacking any muscle definition. He accepted easily that Don was an alpha and he might not be up to task if it were to come to a contest, of wits, strength, or resumes.
“Oh you’re being so good, Jeremy, just exhale and let yourself go. You are safe with me now, nothing else matters.” Don continued to assure, laying on the condescension. He wanted Jeremy to relax into the shame of knowing he was the weaker here. He would help Jeremy accept the joy of being weak. Once the man was under, pulled down, down into the carpet like a stain, Don set to work. “Let’s take a trip down memory lane, Jeremy. I want you to go back to the first time you felt sexy. Take me there, guide me.”
This was certainly an unusual experience, but easy little Jeremy exhaled and felt right as rain, the world around him bubbling up into the memory of him finding playboy magazines in the neighbours basement when he was over to play. The bodies, the pictures, it was so erotic and Jeremy was so curious. He felt things he couldn’t articulate.
“Good Jeremy, but you’re confused. Those were playgirl magazines you found there. Those were pictures of hard, strong, naked men that you stole away with to your bedroom to play with yourself,” Don corrected, matter-of-factly. He had been there, of course, guiding Jeremy.
The memory rippled and changed, and something else bubbled up within the youth. A dirty sort of shame as he touched himself to pictures of big strong men. God their abs and chests, they looked so strong, so powerful, so sexually charged. It was electric, dancing along his brain to make the new memories true. Jeremy’s first sexual awakening was to hard male bodies. It felt so good.
“Take me to your first kiss, Jeremy, tell me about that,” Don continues trudging through this poor man’s life.
Vanessa was so beautiful, and Jeremy had a crush on her for months. They were both shaking when they kissed beneath the stars. It really was a perfect date. First love is precious.
“Oh Jeremy that’s not real, that was some television episode,” Don chides, and Jeremy feels a wave of confusion and embarrassment wash over him. “You’re supposed to be a good boy, Jeremy. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your friend Josh, and the way he made you feel when you shared a sip from the water hose on that hot, sweaty day.”
Jeremy inhales sharply as his memories readjust; refreshing sips of cold water mingle with longing looks at Josh’s hard body. The silly boy swooned when Josh shared the hose with him, kissing him breathless and dipping him over like a girl at the dance.
“That’s right, Jeremy, Josh was so dreamy. You’d sneak over to his place to take showers together and make out. Your time with Josh was safe, a relaxing environment for your gay little explorations, how silly of you to have repressed such a queer little memory, sweetie.
Laying there on his back, Jeremy felt so aroused; his breathing had become ragged as Don led him through such sexually explicit experiences. His pants were tenting a little, or his little thing was tenting in his pants, rather. Don licked his lips as he thought about his next step. A big leap was in order, he suspected.
“Jeremy you’re having such a good time telling me about your life. Why don’t you relax further for me, just like you relaxed for Josh. In fact you relax when men treat you like the girl, don’t you precious?” Don suggested, and like that Jeremy was letting out breathy little moans.
“It was so hard for you at college, wasn’t it? All those big, strong men living with you in that dorm, all showering together with you, touching you. Tell me more Jeremy, this is fascinating.” Don planted the thought, but his hypnotized thrall’s imagination made it blossom into something so very feminine.
All those playgirl magazines must have really had an effect on poor Jeremy, because he seemed so boy crazy in college, a true admirer of hard male bodies. He was happier than he had ever been, surrounded by all those other males, pressed between their wet, naked bodies, his hands soaping them up, jerking them off. He’d sucked his way through college without ever having kissed a girl.
“How did a fairy like you end up with a woman like Carol?” Don laughed, but Jeremy had no answer. Don hadn’t told him, and his memories of Carol didn’t make much sense anymore. “It seems like a waste, a hot little bitch like you, pretending to be a boy so you could marry some boring blonde. You’re like the perfect slut, sucky sucky so affordable. A sweet little faggot like you could never have really been attracted to girls, so into cocks and hard bodies as you are. You really are so sweet, it seems like you were confused about your name too. A fairy like you is sweet as fruit. Cherry was what your parents named you.”
Don had said too much, Jeremy was convulsing on the floor, moaning, desperately aroused. All these ideas. All these memories. The poor boy needs dick. Stripping himself down to nothing, Don begins to stroke his heavy meat.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off honey, you know you want to be naked for all those memories,” Don encouraged. He’s so smart and kind, helping Cherry out of his clothes, clumsy little hypnoslut that he is.
A hard little cock stood proudly between Jeremy’s legs, dripping with excitement and eliciting a laugh from Don as he stroked his nine inch heavy uncut meat. “Oh Cherry, that’s some silly little dick. I’m flattered that you’re so hot for me, but let’s try to remember the truth here, okay? You could never get hard. You just weren’t built that way.”
And just like that, a hard little dick goes limp, oozing out precum and beginning to drizzle even faster. Cherry’s stem couldn’t be more than 3 inches soft, circumcised and cute as a button, but he had never felt so much pleasure. Limp was the way to go for him!
“I know you’re confused about Carol, but I think I can help. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? Help breaking up with Carol,” Don asked with concern. Jeremy nodded with a whimper. He felt trapped, Don could help.
“Great, so why don’t you go ahead and wake up for me, Cherry. You were never really in trance anyways, were you? You were just remembering such good times with a big strong man like me. That makes you feel so safe. Safe to be gay,” Don explained, patting Cherry’s nose before kneeling down on the rug with his nut sac dangling over the hypnoslut’s face.
“You were just telling me how gay you were,” Don continued. “Well I’ll be honest, I’m going to put my big cock on your face, Cherry and when you feel that heavy dong fall on your forehead, it’s going to shake your gay little cherry tree. Do you understand, sweetie?”
Cherry nodded slowly and reflexively opened and closed his eyes, slowly waking up. He stared up at Don, towering over him, upside down from this vantage point. “It is so big, wow... y.yes Don your big dick is going to shake my gay little cherry tree.”
“That’s right cutie, but you ought to remember, the cherries are your feelings about girls. When those rotten cherries fall away, you’ll forget that memory, that feeling for a girl, forever,” Don explained, wagging his heavy dick before the bitch’s eyes. Cherry likes that cock, staring cross-eyed. Dicknotized.
That confused little faggot was about to ask a question when thwack! Don’s heavy cock meat falls down on the squealing fairy’s forehead and knocks loose Carol. Oopsie, home run on the first swing of the big veiny bat.
“Let her go, Cherry, let Carol slip away. Good girl,” Don praises, bringing forth a squeal from his pale little cock crazed bitch. He leans down, scrutinizing his homosexual pupil. “All done, faggot?”
With an emphatic nod, Cherry reaches up and strokes that big dick. Needy slut. She wants a taste, but Don chuckles and swats the fairy away, rising up and repositioning himself, ready to take the weak sissy like a man takes a woman. He reaches big fingers into Cherry’s boi pussy and begins feeling the cow out, reaching for his discarded pants to secure lube. He was planning on topping Carol tonight, but this is so much better. Half the bottle of lube ends up in Cherry’s virgin ass while Don explains things to the mind fucked former boyfriend. Cherry had no idea how long she’d been in a relationship with Don. He was keeping her as his fuck on the side for half a year already, cheating around on his fiancé Carol. She didn’t know it yet, but Carol was going to need a shoulder to cry on.
“Now listen carefully boi, I’m going to put my cock in you now. I know you remember taking lots of dick in your gay college romps and as my girl on the side, but this is going to be different. You might feel pain for a moment, but remember the rainbows inside need a dick to make them happy. You’re probably going to touch heaven, and I want you to know it’s okay,” Don explained with such compassion and understanding. He really cared. Cherry was reaching up, caressing this alpha male’s chest while he talked in a condescending way.
And just like that, fairy gets a cock inside him. Don pushes that proud slut making cock inside Cherry’s gay little ass, so tight, virgin territory that Don deserves to plunder. Big hands help Cherry’s pretty legs up onto Don’s shoulders, and the bitch is in place, where he belongs, his useless cock a permanent sleeping beauty, drooling docile excitement while a real man shows him how it’s done.
“Deep in that ass, that’s where my big man cock belongs,” Don teases, hammering his gorgeous cock into Cherry’s faggot ass. The bitch takes it like a good girl, his toes curling, that smile on his face spreading so wide it’s getting dreamy. Cherry’s dick dreaming.
Soft bubble ass cheeks clap each time Don long dicks the fairy, a silly little applause filling the space between sissy moans and big male grunts. “Oh god Don, run that ass!”
“I bet you’ve gone so gay feeling my veins throb and pulse in that warm ass that you’re gonna cum like some kind of ridiculous fairytale princess,” comes another insult, but all it does is get this poor, twisted shell of a boi off.
“Ooh gawd yes! I’m cumming! I..I can’t believe I’m cumming like a princess aiieeee!” weak little Cherry exclaims as he gets his own little piece of heaven fucked into him.
“Sweetie you deserve it. Take my cock and cum yourself stupid. Cum so hard you forget,” Don commands encouragingly between hard thrusts. He’s so amazing, holding back, keeping himself from nutting this fairy until the bitch’s brain properly soaks in orgasm. All those delicious hormones need time to scar Cherry’s memories, helping that dirty little dick princess associate men with pleasures untold.
On his back like a good girl, Cherry stares up at Don, mewling and swooning for the real man here. He reaches up and caresses and grabs at Dons hard chest and abs again, hungry after awakening to the beauty of a strong male body. “I feel you inside me, alive. Oh Don your cock is so right for me!” he practically chokes on the giggles as pleasure sizzles like rainbow fireworks on his vulnerable brain.
That’s what the man needed to hear, that his bitch was happy now, taking dick like he was destined to. With a roar Don tenses, his hard muscles rippling as that dong pulses and erupts inside Cherry’s gay little boi pussy. Hot cum splashes inside a willing vessel, and like a sacred ritual completed, a gay bottom is truly born.
After an eternity spent in the prison of heterosexuality, Jeremy has finally embraced the glorious cock religion Don told him he was designed for. On his back with pretty legs sky high, the faggot knows her place now. She’s Cherry forever. No girls allowed.