Insurrection - N.C.U. - Part 1

Insurrection - N.C.U. - Part 1

Key: FD, MC, 

Description: Rayne convinces a skeptical Klaire to go to a meeting of the S.L.E.E.P. Sorority, and while she is there Rayne makes a rather poignant decision. 

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Rayne made her way down the corridor to her dorm room. She had about an hour before she had to leave for the next meeting of S.L.E.E.P., the sorority that she had joined some weeks ago and had been recruiting for. Her recruitment had been very successful so far, their membership had more than doubled from the four founding members to a much more pleasant nine. And Rayne, much to her satisfaction, had hypnotized them all. She took a moment to smile as she thought about how nice it felt to watch another young woman slip under the spell of her words, simply becoming helpless and compliant to her. It was a power she wouldn’t have dreamed of having just a few short months ago. But now it was intoxicating. There was still more to be done, though. She had one more girl that she wanted to have under her power. 

She composed herself as she opened the door to her room and smiled. “Hey.” she said warmly to her roommate Klaire as she closed the door behind her. 

Klaire was where she always was, sitting in her chair and reading by the light of her desk lamp. “Oh…” she said, looking up from her book and smiling softly, almost timidly. “How’s it going?” she asked as she glanced back at her book. 

Rayne hid her pride at just how much more accommodating Klaire had become lately. When she first moved in she had been quite the bitch, to be quite honest. But through her studies in hypnosis, and a little investigation of Klaire’s reading preferences, she had been slowly altering her attitude and approach towards her roommate. She was using Klaire’s love of romance and vampire novels against her. She had begun using a more assertive, dominant tone, a more commanding approach that melted Klaire’s normally abrasive, borderline abusive, demeanor into something much more intimate and sexual. She knew Klaire was confused out of her mind as to why she no longer felt disgusted by the mere existence of Rayne, and that just made it even sweeter for Rayne to enjoy. 

Rayne sat down on her bed. “So, what are your plans for this weekend?” She asked innocently, hiding her ulterior motive.

Klaire shrugged as she flipped the page of her book. “Not much…” she began, “I have a lunch date with Josh on Sunday. Until then I just plan to get through my backlog.” She said, nodding to four neatly stacked piles of books at the foot of her bed. 

“Josh?” Rayne asked in surprise. “Who’s Josh?” 

Klaire couldn’t help but give her roommate a devious smirk and lowered her book to stare at Rayne. “Josh was the charming young man that brought you home from your bender last weekend, when you managed to pass out in the cafeteria.” She teased, looking back down at the book with a satisfied smile. 

“Oh. I still don’t remember anything from that night. One minute we were on a ghost hunt with Trisha and then the next I was waking up here, feeling like someone had gone through my clothes while I was still wear….” She stopped and looked at Klaire, shock forming on her face.

“It wasn’t me.” She said flatly. “Although Josh did have to look for your ID to find the room so he could carry you, over the shoulder I might add, here from the cafeteria.” She finished with a slight smirk.

Rayne blushed at the idea that Klaire’s date might have enjoyed looking for her student ID a bit more than was needed. She would have to bring it up to him at some point. “I don’t think I even know that guy!” she said, betraying her frustration.

Klaire gave her a wicked smile. “He was quite charming, and very cute,” she said playfully but still with an air of superiority, “not to mention a total gentleman.” She turned back to her book, pleased with herself. 

Rayne rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about that.” she said, subconsciously adjusting her bra. “So…” she began again, moving the actual reason for their conversation to the forefront. “I have my sorority meeting tonight, would you like to come with?”

Klaire turned the page without looking up from the book. “Isn’t that the hypnosis thing you were kind of mentioning the other day?” She asked boredly. 

“Yeah, Sigma Lambda Epsilon Echo Pi. It’s a kind of psychology sorority where we get together and discuss different techniques about things like hypnosis and stuff like that.” Rayne lied, giving her a very sanitized version of the organization, which really only existed so a few horny hypnofetishists could find some sexy subjects to practice on. 

“That’s what I thought.” Klaire said, still not looking up from the book. “No thank you.” she said flatly. 

Rayne felt a little deflated for a moment, she didn’t really expect Klaire to agree but she had still been hopeful. Fortunately for her she had a backup plan already in place. Rayne stood up from her bed and adjusted her shirt, taking on the most confident and dominant attitude she could muster as she walked over to Klaire. She leaned in closer to Klaire’s face, but still high enough so she would have to look up, and placed a single finger on Klaire’s book, slowly lowering it. 

“Hey don’t do…” Klaire started angrily, looking up to find Rayne almost at eye level, staring down at her. ”Th…that…” she finished with a quiver of nervousness in her voice, having lost all of her anger almost instantly. 

“Klaire…” Rayne said, holding her roommate's gaze, “I am going to the sorority meeting, Klaire.” she continued confidently, hoping that her voice wouldn’t betray just how nervous she was. “I would like it, Klaire, if you would…decide to come with me now.” She finished,  emphasizing the last part to make it a command instead of a question. “You can do that for me, Klaire…can’t you?” Rayne finished, hoping she had done everything right. 

Klaire was visibly shaken and confused, she felt completely backed into a corner, completely helpless in the moment. There was something about Rayne’s eyes, something about her posture, her stance, her confidence, that went right to the core of her being and made her shake inside, in a very sexual way. “I… I…” she began nervously as the thought seemed to fade away, her lips twitched like she wanted to say something but nothing would come out. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself, but as she exhaled she heard herself say in a soft, uncharacteristically meek voice “...Yes…I can.” 

Rayne gave her roommate a pleased smile and removed her finger from Klaire’s book. “That’s a good girl.” she said in a somewhat condescending tone as she stood back up, still staring down at Klaire. “Don’t forget to put your bookmark in.” She said with a wink, turning towards the door to leave. 

Klaire blinked in confusion as Rayne turned around, looking back down at her book. “What the hell just happened?” she thought to herself as she put her bookmark in and slowly stood up to follow Rayne, who was visibly pleased with herself. And that only made Klaire even more confused. 

The sorority girls were all gathered in one of the mostly unused lounges on the fifth floor of their building. It was furnished with several couches and comfy arm chairs and could easily hold ten to fifteen people without much effort. Klaire was seated in the far corner of the room, sitting not on one of the comfortable chairs, but on one of the folding chairs she had found in the back. It was a way to pull herself away from the rest of the group, to isolate herself just a bit by being slightly further away from everyone else. It wasn’t working. 

“Hi! I’m Laura!” The bubbly blonde beamed excitedly. “Welcome to the sorority!”

“I’m not in the sorority.” Klaire said flatly as she kept her arms folded across her chest and slumped down in her chair a bit more. “I’m only here to observe, and then leave.”

“That’s ok!” Laura said, not skipping a beat “That necklace is so pretty!” she said, commenting on the antique style necklace that Klaire was wearing in an effort to make small talk. 

Klaire rolled her eyes and was about to make a rather rude comment to Laura before Trisha spoke up. “Hello everyone!” she said excitedly, “Thank you all for attending today! It’s really good to see you all!” She continued happily as the room of girls all greeted her. “Today is Rayne’s turn!” She said, turning to look at Rayne. “Are you ready?” she asked. 

Rayne smiled and stood up, hiding her nervousness. ”Of course.” she responded with a smile. Rayne was easily one of the shortest girls in the sorority, standing only five feet tall and usually wearing shoes without heels. At first glance she wouldn’t be very intimidating, especially with her mousy voice, but with all the girls sitting down she couldn’t help but feel as if she was towering over everyone else, and that gave her a rush of adrenaline. 

Trisha smiled and sat down in a comfy chair at the head of the circle. “Did you want to pick a name at random?” she asked, holding up her phone with a wheel-of-names app loaded up on it. Every girl who was in the room had her name on the wheel, everyone except Klaire, who had refused to give her name. 

“That won’t be necessary.” she said with a smile as she surveyed the room, glancing over at Klaire who instantly seemed to turn white as a ghost. Rayne slowly began to move in her direction, not looking at her, but hiding a devious grin. 

Laura turned to look at Klaire with a smile “This is where things get fun!” She said, cackling. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself, it's always….” She was cut off as Rayne puta hand on her shoulder. Laura turned, startled, to stare eye to eye with Rayne. 

“Look into my eyes…” Rayne began confidently as she stared down into Laura’s eyes. “Just feel yourself, being pulled in. Just feel how your mind seems to instantly go blank, as you focus, deeply, and easily on my eyes now. Just feel them, staring deeply into your eyes. You can’t look away, you can’t resist, they just seem to dig, deeper and deeper down, into your mind, into your soul. The longer you look, the more deeply you find yourself sinking, the more you feel the power, the energy in my gaze, unable to think, unable to look away, you can’t help but simply give in now. And just feel your mind, slipping away…little…by…little. Isn’t that right?”

Klaire turned beet red as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. The previously bubbly and excited young woman was now staring up at Rayne, completely transfixed. The smile that had turned to a look of shock upon seeing Rayne, had faded away. Laura’s mouth had fallen open ever so slightly and her shoulders had slumped. The young woman looked completely…helpless. It was like something out of one of her vampire novels. She watched intently as the young blonde woman slowly closed her mouth and swallowed, then whispered a very faint, soft, “...Y-yes…” Klaire felt a wet spot forming between her legs. And then she heard something even more unexpected. 

“...Yesss…” came a slightly deeper, but equally relaxed reply from the tall woman with long brown hair sitting beside her. She hadn’t caught her name, although she thought it might have been Eve. But she had no reason to pay attention, or care, until now. She couldn’t help but glance over at the woman whose face was just as slack as the blonde’s was, and her shoulders were slumped just as far. But unlike Laura, Eve’s eyes were rapidly fluttering as if she was struggling to keep them open. As if some force was pulling at her consciousness and working its way into her mind, ready to simply make her surrender to some kind of magical sleep. The wet spot was growing. 

Rayne watched Klaire out of the corner of her eye, but kept her attention on Laura. She was completely unaware that she also had Eve hypnotized at this point, but it didn’t really matter to her all that much. Her main target was Klaire. And even though she didn’t think she would get her hypnotized today, she was damn sure she was affecting her very prissy, very repressed roommate, and that was enough for now. She gave Laura a bit of a devious smile as she returned to her induction. “Very good, you're doing so very well, so easy to just focus, so easy to watch and observe, to just feel the transfer of power, the energy, the dynamic of control, shifting before your eyes. You can’t look away, you can’t resist. You have to take it all in now. Take it in and feel it, deeply in your soul, completely and totally deeply down in your most personal… most private of spaces. Feel that desire, that desire to simply sink…to simply drop…to simply…surrender, you can feel that can’t you?” Rayne said, having skillfully worded the induction to be aimed at Klaire more than Laura.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as she heard Laura whisper another soft “yes,” but what really made her smile was that Klaire was completely transfixed on what was happening in front of her. She was staring not at Laura, but at Rayne, and she could see the flush in her chest, the relaxing of her jaw as she continued to stare helplessly. But what made Rayne’s heart skip a beat was that she saw Klaire silently nod her head in a very slow, almost unnoticeable subconscious affirmation. She had her, she was sure of it. 

“Yes…” Rayne continued “you can feel that, deep inside of you, you want this, you may not realize why, you may not have felt it before, but you want this, you need this. You need to give in, to explore this feeling, this desire deep inside of you, you need to simply…Sleep!” she said in a commanding tone as she snapped her fingers, more in Klaire’s direction than in front of Laura. One final little push to get her down. 

Rayne watched as Laura let out a soft sigh and her head fell to her chest, her curly blonde ponytail bouncing as she did. She was completely gone. Rayne slowly turned her attention to Klaire, watching as her roommate stared at her, mouth wide open. Her eyes looked so glazed, so empty, her pupils were dilated, and she couldn’t have looked away even if she wanted to. She had her, she could see it. She had her! Klaire let out a soft sigh as her eyes slowly rolled up into her head. She was sinking…she was surrendering. 

Klaire’s mind was a rush of emotion and confusion, thoughts and fantasies as she watched Rayne hypnotizing Laura. She could feel the words herself, though she didn’t know why. She didn’t understand what was going on. All she knew was that her heart was racing, her breathing was quick and rushed like she had just walked up a flight of stairs, and her eyes were focused completely on Rayne. And then she heard it. A loud, sharp snap right in front of her face. Her mind jolted in surprise and went into panic mode, dumping all of her conscious thoughts out of mind to bring in as much information as she could. And of course, the information that came in first was a single word spoken by Rayne. “Sleep!” It slipped right into her mind, and she was ready to obey it.

She watched as the young blonde next to her closed her eyes while her head fell helplessly to her chest. She was asleep. On some level Klaire knew she was asleep, and she could feel that same feeling rolling into her mind, her vision started to blur and her mind was becoming thick and foggy. A sigh slipped through her lips, and the world seemed to fade away. 

And then she jolted awake with a start as Eve’s head landed in her lap. Her body jerked as she looked down at Eve, who was completely oblivious to the fact that she had landed in a total stranger’s lap. Klaire couldn’t help but notice how helpless the woman looked, beautiful and peaceful, completely open, and felt the wet spot between her legs grow as a deep shiver rolled through her body. She wasn’t sure, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but feel as if she might have just orgasmed. “What…the fuck…is happening!?” She asked herself, as she looked down at Eve, terrified to look up at Rayne. 

Rayne’s heart sank as she watched Klaire jolt out of her trance as Eve landed in her lap. She hadn’t even noticed Eve slipping under, if she had she could have stopped her, or at least caught her. Now her chance was gone. “Damn it!” she swore under her breath as the rest of the girls in the room started to applaud. She stepped back and glanced at Klaire, seeing just how aroused and flushed she was. “I was THIS close!” she screamed in her mind as the applause began to die down.

“Thank you everyone, '' Rayne said with a nervous smile. “I have been working on that induction for a while.”  she admitted, nervousness creeping back into her voice.

“It’s a good thing those two read so many vampire novels!” Christine joked from behind Rayne. “Otherwise that might not have worked so well.” The older student teased. 

Klaire blushed as she realized that Christine was right, that was like something she’d read out of a vampire novel. Was that why it made her feel this way? She wondered, looking up to see a very familiar expression on Rayne, one she’d seen before.

Rayne was pissed. She had not only missed her chance to put Klaire under, but now she was being mocked. She had had enough. She spun around on her heels and glared at Christine, making eye contact with her instantly. “And how would you know what's in a vampire novel?” she asked. “How would you recognize it, so easily, so quickly?” She started to slowly move closer to Christine. “You’d have to know what it was they were feeling, what they were thinking. You’d have to have…dreamed…fantasized…about what it might be like, to be stuck in a vampire's gaze, to find that your thoughts are just simply drifting and fading away as you are stuck helpless in their eyes. Unable to think…” Rayne snapped her fingers. “Unable to struggle.” Another snap. “Unable to look away.” Another snap. 

Christine was like a deer in headlights. Her heart was racing, her eyes were locked on Rayne’s as the younger, clearly angry, freshman stalked closer and closer to her. In her mind she couldn’t help thinking that she looked just like a vampire stalking its prey, staring into their eyes as they slowly submit, slowly surrender. But then the realization came to her, if Rayne was the vampire in this scenario, then she…was the prey. That realization came just as Rayne started to snap her fingers. Every snap made her body visibly jerk, causing wave after wave of feelings to roll through her. The first snap caused her mind to fog over, the next made her simply relax, and the third kept her eyes glued to Rayne’s. In the back of her mind she heard the defiant part of her soul simply whisper “...shit…” and then she heard another snap.

“Sleep!” Rayne commanded in an annoyed tone as the source of her frustration jerked before her. Her shoulders slumped as she sagged into her couch, her eyes rolled into her head and her head lolled to one side as she sighed deeply and sank even deeper into the couch, chest bouncing as she landed. “Serves you right!” Rayne screamed in her mind as the rest of the girls applauded her once again. 

Klaire felt another familiar shiver of pleasure wash through her body. 

Later that evening, Klaire and Rayne were walking back down the corridor towards their dorm room. “So…” Rayne said shyly, surprisingly nervous about the conversation. “What did you think?” 

Klaire visibly blushed but otherwise kept her composure. “It was different, I’ll give you that.” she responded without ever looking at Rayne. 

“Do you think you’d like to join the sorority?” she asked hopefully. 

“No.” Klaire said flatly. “Sororities aren’t my thing.” 

Rayne felt herself deflate again, even more pissed that she might have missed her chance. But she composed herself and, thinking quickly, asked “What did you think of the hypnosis induction I did?”

Klaire nearly tripped on nothing but quickly composed herself as well. “It was…it was fine. You did a good job, got three of your…friends. It was fine.” she said, visibly flushing with a slight tremor in her voice.

Rayne hid a smile. “It was very exciting wasn’t it? Watching three women, all older than we are, simply fall under the spell of my words.” she said playfully. 

Klaire stopped in front of the room, unable to hide another creeping blush as she turned to Rayne. “I’ll admit, that was really kind of…exciting. I wasn’t expecting that.” she said, clearly embarrassed, as she pushed the door open and headed straight for her bed. “I’m going to sleep. Good night!” She said, almost in a rush, as she closed the door behind her and locked it, leaving Rayne alone in the hallway. She had a key, of course, but figured that Klaire needed some time to herself.

Rayne stayed in the hallway. Something about their conversation had struck a nerve, one she didn’t expect. It wasn’t so much Klaire’s response to the trance, but the idea that it was really very exciting to put the girls in the sorority under her spell. They were older, more confident, more experienced, and yet, every single one of them had been under her spell. Every one had been hypnotized, even Klaire, if only for a moment. She couldn’t help but wonder “Why shouldn’t I be in charge? Why should Trisha be the one to lead the sorority? I recruited almost everyone. I should be the one to run it!” She thought to herself as she glanced at the door and slowly slid her hand along it, almost like she was caressing Klaire.  “Thank you.” she whispered as a devious grin formed on her face. “It’s time for a little insurrection!” she said as she turned and headed back the way she came. 

To be continued. 

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Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me.  

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Featuring: Klaire, Rayne, Laura, Eve, Christine, Trisha

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Hypnocock - Part 5

Hypnocock - Part 5

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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There was a strange mixture of relief and enjoyment that came from watching a highly trained espionage agent, and someone who was not only capable of killing me but probably would have enjoyed it, suddenly become blank and compliant. Granted, the fact that my member was sitting on the cold hard edge of a tactical knife was way less enjoyable…but you should always take the good with the bad.

“Put the knife down Ivana.” I said, more nervously than I really want to admit. “Put it down and just stare, please?” 

Ivana slowly lowered the knife, but as she did the hypnotic focal point disappeared from her view. She shook her head and looked at me, confused. “What…what was I doing?” she asked as she tried to remember. Since what she was doing before involved stabbing me, I wasn’t going to readily tell her that. Instead I pushed the knife out of the way and leaned in so that my manly hypnotic bits touched her leg. 

Hypnocock - Part 4

 Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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In this job timing, preparation, and planning determine the difference between success and failure, between life and death. Or so the spy movies have taught me. I, on the other hand, had a different idea. On the way to D.D. Limited I got lost, stopped for a snack, read a comic book that caught my eye, and then finally took an Uber to get to the building because I really do hate driving in the city. 

The building didn’t really stand out from any other corporate city building. It was tall and square, and the inside was mostly just empty space with all the offices around the outside of the building. I walked into the building as casually as possible, wearing a tuxedo that was mostly straight, and sweating bullets given that this was my first mission. Which reminds me, they sent me into the building, on my first spy mission, alone, without a weapon. Just me and my manhood to save the world. Isn’t that reassuring?

I walked up to the front desk and leaned over it to look at the receptionist. She was a very attractive woman, dressed in a business suit with long blonde hair pulled up in a nice tight bun. “Ex…excuse umm. Miss?” Yeah I’m smooth as silk. 

Hypnocock - Part 3

Hypnocock - Part 3

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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Training to be a spy sucks! In the movies you get a nice montage of a person wearing all black, running through an obstacle course or zip lining between buildings while a catchy theme song plays. You know what I’m talking about, “dun dun dun dundun dun dun dun dundun dunnundunna, dunna daaaa!” And they look great, right? Well, maybe other spies get better training, but mine sucked. Allow me to explain. 

First I found out that although I would be trained in an NSA facility that was under the city near my college, I was actually going to be an independent contractor. After a very long legal brief I learned that basically meant if I died, they wouldn’t have to bury me. Awesome.

Second, I was escorted into a large very white room. And when I say white, I mean everything was white. The walls, the floors, the ceiling and furniture, which was really just a coat rack. All white. The only thing that wasn’t white was the mirror, which I now knew was two-way, but was still reflecting the white from the rest of the room. “Hello?” I asked as I walked in, having no idea if anyone was really there. 

Hypnocock - Part 2

Hypnocock - Part 2

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

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So where was I? Oh yeah, it had been about two weeks since the party where I discovered that I had a rather…magical member? I was trying to come up with a catchy name for it but I’m not really good at that sort of thing. I had done a lot of research online, and despite getting a head full of images I’ll never unsee and a new appreciation for the intricacies of the porn community, I was no closer to finding anything that would help me understand what had happened that night. A part of me wondered if it wasn’t just a gag planned by the girls to see how I would react. But if that was the case, and knowing them, they would have teased me about it by now, and so far they had been completely silent. Even Ruby, who I’d kind of, shall we say, spent more time with that evening. Which made me think that it was why they weren’t bringing anything up, because Ruby was afraid it would hurt her reputation. I’ll be honest, I was confused, frustrated, strangely angry, and, admittedly, a little depressed.  

And then things got better…just before they got worse. Allow me to explain. 

Hypnocock - Part 1

Hypnocock - Part 1

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

I backed myself up against the wall. I was as far from her as I could get and it still didn’t feel far enough. The look of malicious control in her eye told me she knew she had the upper hand, and she was enjoying the precarious situation she had put me in. As I leaned back against the wall, she placed a hand next to my head and leaned in. I could feel the tip of her knife pressing into the side of my neck. 

"So, Mr Sterling…” She began in a thick, Eastern Bloc accent. “Did the evening go as you planned?” She smiled sadistically as she slowly slid the knife down my neck and along the buttons of my shirt, popping several of them off on the way down. Another man might find this situation exciting…but I’ve never really been one for excitement. Or the sight of blood. Least of all my own. 

I did my best to keep my composure and avoid eye contact, but it’s hard to avoid looking at someone who is less than six inches from your face and sliding a combat grade, stainless steel blade down your stomach. “I have to admit…” I started, failing to hide the tremor in my voice, “some things seem to have gone slightly off course.” 

"Funny.” she said, leaning back as the tip of the knife scraped along my belt buckle, leaving a scratch in the finish and creating a rather unpleasant sound. “This evening has gone exactly how I planned. Right…down…” she paused as she hooked the tip of her blade into the hole of my zipper, “to the tiniest…”  Pausing again, she expertly used the blade to unzip my pants. “of details.” She gazed into my eyes with an icy stare and a satisfied smile as I felt the cold steel slide into my pants, skillfully twist around, and remove my manhood from my pants. “Even this…tiny detail.” she said smugly as she looked down. She assumed this would be her moment of leverage, her trump card. Instead she discovered that I had my own form of…leverage. 

Of course for any of that to make sense I should really start at the beginning. My name is Sterling. Maximilian Sterling. Code name…Hypnocock. But I wasn’t always a spy. My real name is Jeremy Pritchard, and it all started one night about five years ago in college, at a party that a friend of mine, Ruby, was throwing. Being the helpful and socially awkward guy that I was, I agreed to go pick up some pizza as a way to get out of the party and have some time to myself. And to be helpful, of course. For a small party of less than ten people, we had ordered eight pizzas for some reason. Ah, the metabolism of a college student, those were the days. Anyway, I had managed to stack all eight pizzas in one pile and carried them in without an issue, until I got to the apartment door and realized I didn’t have a key. After kicking the door a few times it finally opened and I was greeted with great fanfare from my friends, who seemed just as happy to see me as they were to see the food arrive.

As soon as the door closed however, I found myself, almost instantly de-pantsed, And not just my jeans, because that would have been embarrassing enough. No, my dear best friend had managed to grab my pants and boxers in one swift motion and yank them both down to my ankles. Exposing…well everything. Given my shyness the situation was already less than ideal, but now I had to decide if I wanted to drop nearly one hundred dollars worth of pizza or remain unwillingly on display for my friends’ entertainment. Since I was hungry, I chose the latter. 

In my embarrassment I failed to notice that, although the five males in the group were all hysterically laughing at me, the three females in the group, Ruby, Lauraine, and Michele, were all just…staring. Not gawking or admiring, not even laughing, just…staring blank faced down at my…umm…my manly bits. 

Now I know what you're probably thinking, I must be hung like a horse right? Well that's the thing, I’m not. According to the medical staff at the agency I’m…well, average. When most people hear a story like this they think of a gigantic, porn-star sized log that, if you really think about the anatomy of the average human, would make you stop and wonder “how exactly does that fit?” But no, that’s not me. I’m average in just about every way. I’m not particularly good looking, not muscular or athletic or even particularly tall, just…average. Maybe even a little nerdy, if we’re being honest. But here I was, being stared at by three beautiful women, and no one, not even me, seemed to notice at the time. 

Fortunately for my therapist's sake, my friend was kind enough to take the pizza boxes from me and let me pull my pants back up. He even apologized while the rest of the guys all thanked me for being a good sport and even refunded my portion of the pizza bill. After all, free food is always a nice perk. But the girls…the girls just seemed to be kind of dazed. Zoned out. Once my pants were back up they were able to snap out of it, somewhat, but the rest of the night they seemed to be in a kind of daydream. Thinking back on it, they were all sneaking glances or just outright staring not at me, but at my groin. It was a little unsettling and embarrassing, to be honest. 

And it didn’t go unnoticed by the others either. Michele had a boyfriend who was getting more than a little annoyed that she kept just staring off into space. Fortunately he wasn’t the brightest and never bothered to follow her eye line to see where exactly she was staring. The others made a few comments that Ruby and Loraine also seemed to be off in their own world, but once the game came on the guys were oblivious to anything but the score and the cheerleaders. 

After the game was over and the pizza was gone, the guys decided they all wanted to go to the bar and get plastered. Something about needing to wash that horrible game from their minds. I wasn’t really paying attention, can’t imagine why. I was going to go with them but before I could agree, Ruby grabbed my arm and whispered “Stay” into my ear. So I told the guys I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to use the bathroom, then head home. Michele and Lauraine also declined, and the guys went on their way.  

The door had barely closed behind them when I turned around and noticed all three girls just standing in front of me with the same dazed expressions on their faces. “Can we see it…?” Michele asked with an almost zombie-like tone to her voice. At that point I wasn’t sure what she wanted to see and just stared back at them in confusion. 

Finally, Ruby made the first move and took a step forward, moving her hand along my groin and starting to unzip my jeans. “I think I speak for everyone.” she started, somehow managing to sound both completely relaxed but still sexy. “We need to see it.” she whispered as I felt her hand slide into my jeans.  

Remember when I said I was socially awkward and a nerd? This was the first time a girl had ever been in my pants, and…I was shaking. Violently. I stepped back and, well, as her hand came out of my jeans…uh…so did I. 

I was about to zip back up when I really looked at all three girls for the first time and noticed that they were just… staring. They weren’t giggling, they weren’t smiling, they were completely slack jawed as they stared at…my member. While I was standing there, equal parts confused and embarrassed, I noticed that their bodies almost looked like they were relaxing. Their arms were hanging limp at their sides, their shoulders were slumped, and they still had the same blank expressions on their faces. You really don’t understand how unusual that was for them, they always had to be moving, laughing, or posing in some way. They were the kind of girls that looked like they could be models and strutted around even on their way to the bathroom. I also couldn’t help but notice that if I moved, they would follow, and their eyes never left my groin. It was still unsettling, but also weirdly fascinating. 

When I asked if they were ok they replied, in unison, with a very quiet “yes.” But when I asked what they were doing they didn’t answer, almost like they didn’t understand either. As an experiment, I covered my manhood with my hand and noticed that some life returned to their eyes as they blinked and looked around. At first they seemed confused, like they couldn’t remember what they were doing. Hell, for a few seconds it looked like they couldn’t even remember where they were.

“Are you ladies ok?” I asked, genuinely curious. 

“Fine.” Ruby said with her typical flirty smile. 

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Michele asked, equally as flirtatious

“Why are you covering your fly?” Lorraine asked curiously, pointing at my groin.

Out of near embarrassment I moved my hand, completely forgetting that I was still sticking out of my jeans. The effect was almost instantaneous as three sets of eyes locked onto my member, while their faces went completely blank. It really was interesting, I swear! 

So, again, remember how I said I was a nerd? I admittedly experimented with this for quite some time. I noticed that if they just got a glimpse of it, they were only lightly dazed and really wanted a longer look. But if they stared at it long enough to really relax and get all slumpy and zombie-like, usually within a minute, when they woke up it was almost like they’d forgotten seeing it. They were relaxed and rather compliant at that point, but they wouldn’t remember anything that had happened!

The nearest I could figure was that this was something like hypnosis. After a few more, um, experiments with the girls that night I also determined that if I touched them, with my um…member, that the touch would make them very…I don’t know if aroused is the right word. Maybe more like smitten? Like they just had to be close to me. They seemed a bit more open to suggestions at that point, too, but I couldn’t really make them do anything too complex. At least not like I could after they had woken up from staring. I might have also suggested they take their shirts off and not notice. Just to see if it would work! Which it did. 

I learned a lot about myself that night, and even more about the three of them. Intimate things, deep things. While they were in their trance they would tell me anything and everything I wanted to know. Fantasies, fears, hopes, dreams, you name it! I also learned that Ruby, especially, had a bit of a crush on me. Unfortunately I also learned that she had absolutely zero intention of acting on that crush because, although It was perfectly fine to have a dorky, shy friend, dating a dorky shy friend was out of the question. It would destroy her social status on campus. This kind of…crushed my ego. So I pulled out my newly discovered secret weapon and stood there for several minutes, thinking, while they slowly blanked out. I wanted to make sure that they were all deep enough to forget, after all, I didn't want anyone remembering I had this power. When I was sure they were completely blank, and wouldn’t remember, I gave Michele and Loraine a suggestion to go back to their own apartments and sleep, then to wake up the next morning having completely forgotten everything after the boys left for the bar. To my great relief, they simply stood up and left. They didn’t even seem to wake up.

This, of course, left me alone with Ruby. And there was something I had to know. I asked her, if she could do…something with me…and no one ever found out…would she. And then I waited an excruciatingly long thirty seconds until she said “yes” in that same far away voice. 

So I stepped up to her and kissed her. Of course this blocked her view, but it didn’t matter, since she was close enough to already be under its spell. The crush she had on me made it very easy for her to forget about her social standing…for one night at least.

You’d think that finding this kind of power would make you more confident and outgoing…and you would be wrong. Although I did find myself wanting to test my powers. You know, accidentally brushing my groin against a girl in the library as I try to squeeze past her, only to see her switch from shy and reserved to warm and flirty. Or to stop by a female friend's dorm or apartment and simply drop my pants once I got inside, then watch her zone out. You would think I’d do that, and maybe even you would do that. But holy shit am I a coward! 

So I did what anyone in my position with severe social anxiety would do: I googled it! 

For the love of god, never ever google “hypnotic penis!” The things I saw I will never, EVER leave my brain. No amount of drugs, alcohol or head trauma is ever going to wipe those images away. Needless to say my search was a bit fruitless. But, I did manage to attract the attention of some very bored nerds at the NSA. For those of you who are not in the know, the NSA stands for National Security Agency or, more specifically, for Never Say Anything. You would think that the government wouldn’t give any credence to a person trying to figure out if it was normal to have a male member with hypnotic powers, but you should never underestimate what the government will waste time and your tax dollars looking into. And, apparently, I was interesting enough for them to want to conduct a little experiment of their own.  

To be continued…

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Hypnocock - Part 1
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Hypnocock - Part 3
Hypnocock - Part 4
Hypnocock - Part 5
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Pamper Party - SHR

Sleepygirl and her friends attend a little Pamper Party with some rather hypnotic items, but is there a more nefarious plan at play here?

[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

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To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date: 2-15-20XX
Subject: Pamper Party gone wild!

So I don't know if it's because I've had the last few days off and slightly more energy, or...well, I don't know what another reason would be, actually. But I had a dream last night that was super vivid and also fairly xxx rated as far as my dreams go. Also, I almost just typed zzz rated and I find that really entertaining given the context of my dream. 

Anyway, as much as I'm not a fan of Valentine's day this one seemed to fit the theme. I was in a hotel room with a handful of friends at one of those parties. You know the type, catered to women with a variety of…accessories available. Of course this was themed around Valentine’s Day and toys for couples, etc. The hotel room was larger than I expected,  with two beds and an attached seating area with a few chairs,a couch and a coffee table. There were chocolates to sample and roses scattered throughout the room, with various toys on display, as well as lingerie, perfume and champagne. We were all sitting around and talking, pointing out things we'd like to try or were too embarrassed to even think about trying like a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. 

While we were talking, Jill stood up and made her way over to a small table that had a variety of chocolates setting on it. She picked a few up, still continuing to talk with everyone else as she popped one in her mouth. As she did, though, she stopped in mid sentence while her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a sensual moan. We all giggled at first, thinking she was just exaggerating how good the chocolate was, but as we kept watching her hands slowly started to slide down her chest. She stopped at her breasts and began squeezing them for a few moments before she started to unbutton her shirt, dropping it to the floor and leaving her in her bra, which her nipples were pressed against by that point. She kept eating the chocolates that were left in her hand and it seemed as though the more she ate, the more aroused she became. With every piece she ate her moans became louder and deeper as it sounded like she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Once I was able to look closer at her, though, I realized there was an almost glazed look in her eyes as she continued eating the chocolate. The rest of us only watched in confusion as she, basically, became a horny bimbo before our eyes. Once we all realized what kind of effects the chocolate was having on her, we decided to let her be the guinea pig. For now. 

The rest of us shook our heads as we tried to process what we’d just seen. Meanwhile,  Cheyenne stood up and walked over to a table where some of the accessories and toys were laid on. She stopped in front of what looked like several plastic cupid arrows and I looked over just in time to see her pick up one of the bows and arrows and fire it at Erikka, completely without warning. But as I watched the arrow I couldn't help but notice it shift and change into a laser. It hit Erikka in the shoulder and a trickle of energy moved across her body, creating pink sparks and crackles as it did. Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second before she was able to let out a gasp, but as soon as the energy trickled over her she began swaying on her feet until her eyes fluttered closed. I thought she was asleep on her feet until they opened again with the same glazed look, the only difference was that her irises had turned completely pink. Erikka locked eyes with Cheyenne and looked as though she’d instantly fallen for her. Meanwhile, Cheyenne looked like a deer in the headlights as Erikka seductively walked up to her while the rest of us watched and giggled. In one swift movement, Erikka pinned Cheyenne to the wall and gave her a flirty smile before leaning in to kiss her deeply and passionately. As Cheyenne stood there, stunned and not really responding to the kiss, Erikka's hands began sliding over her body next, trying to strip off her clothes piece by piece. Finally, Samantha stood up and made her way over to the table where several different colored arrows still sat. She picked up a green one and aimed it at Erikka, firing and watching as, again, it changed from an arrow to a laser. As the beam hit her, her body trickled with green energy as she jolted in surprise but didn't break her kiss with Cheyenne. Of course since she didn't do that, some of the energy transferred to Cheyenne in the process, and as I looked a little more closely I saw some of the energy trickling over Cheyenne's body. As the energy began affecting Erikka, her eyes started fluttering as the kiss between the two of them weakened, until finally she broke it only because her body was getting too weak to stay upright. Cheyenne looked at her, dumbfounded, as her eyes crossed and rolled into her head and the two of them sank to the floor, collapsing on top of one another. Erikka had landed first, falling against Cheyenne’s legs before toppling over to her side on the floor. Next to her, Cheyenne sank down the wall to her knees and fell forward on top of Erikka. The two of them made…quite the scene. 

With the two of them unconscious, the rest of us turned to one another, trying to make sense of what we'd just seen. In the meantime, Jill had wandered over to a bouquet of roses and gathered them up, and was making her way over to us. With a ditzy smile and a giggle, she stopped in front of Laura and Samantha and offered both of them a rose. They seemed hesitant to take them at first and so she pulled one out and waved it under both of their noses, making a comment about how good they smelled. As it passed under their noses, though, a light mist was released from the center and as they inhaled, its effects hit them almost instantaneously. The two girls wobbled on their feet for a moment as their eyes fluttered and glazed over, both of their bodies going rigid as they both stood at attention and stared ahead at Jill. She just giggled at them and asked what was going on with them. Of course, neither one responded and continued staring at her with blank, empty eyes. When she saw they weren't going to answer, she got an almost disappointed look on her face as she pouted and said that she was hoping the two of them would get naked. On cue, both girls began slowly removing their clothes. Jill giggled again and grinned at the two of us, making her way over and pulling another rose from the bouquet. Klaire reached out and tried to take the flowers from her, only to be hit with the mist from the one that Jill had pulled out. She was in the middle of reaching for it when all of a sudden her body kind of jerked for a second, a look of surprise crossing her face before she just…relaxed. Her arms slid down to her sides and she stood up straight, jaw slack and eyes vacant as she stared ahead with an empty look on her face. Jill waved it in front of her again for good measure and told her that was a naughty thing to do as the effects took hold of Klaire. She swayed on her feet as she inhaled more of the mist, eyes rolling up into her head for a moment as she stood there and stared at Jill, just as dazed and compliant as the others. Before I could make any movements toward Jill, the rose was near me next and I felt everything in my mind slowly turning off as I began swaying on my feet. My arms hung limp at my sides as I stared ahead at Jill, eyes glazed, with the same empty expression and not a thought in my mind.

The door to the hotel opened as Jill put the roses down on the table with a giggle, two men walked inside and instructed her to follow them as they took us to a larger hotel room down the hall. In the room was a party full of men, and as Erikka and Cheyenne were laid on a couch the rest of us were taken to a separate group of men and paired off. Jill made her way to a corner of the room with a man and began making out with him as he stripped off her clothes, while Klaire and I were ordered to strip. Once we were naked, a man moved in front of me and began sliding his hands over my body with a smile, as several others did the same to Klaire, Laura and Samantha. He pulled me over to an oversized chair where he instructed me to give him a lap dance as he groped my body. I slid onto his lap and began kissing him as he squeezed my breasts and I began to undo his pants before kneeling down in front of him while he slid his cock between my breasts. Of course it wasn't long before I was giving him a blow job, next. Before he climaxed, he pulled me up into another passionate kiss and pushed me down onto a nearby bed where he slid between my legs, then turned me over so I was riding him deep and hard until we both orgasmed. Nearby I saw Klaire giving another man a blow job from her seat on the couch while Jill and Samantha were being fingered by several other men off in another corner. Once the man was done...enjoying me, I felt another man slide up behind me and begin kissing my neck. He pulled me up and turned me around to face him and began kissing me, pulling me up and bending me over the bed as he took me from behind, while the man i'd just finished fucking knelt in front of me and began teasing me with his cock. Soon I was giving him another blow job while the other man rocked into me until they both came at once. Before I even had a chance to register what was happening next, I felt a laser from one of the green arrows hit me as my body began trickling with energy. Around me, everyone else was being hit at the same time and were falling to the ground, one by one, until we were all completely unconscious. Everything around me was fading into nothing as my vision blurred and I swayed gently, my head tipping forward and hitting the cock of the man who I had just been in the middle of giving a blow job. Finally, my eyes fluttered shut and my body fell forward against him as the men all picked us up and carried us to empty beds or couches, not bothering to redress us of course, and let us sleep off the effects of the arrows. 

Like I said, this was a little kinky and more on the side of naughtiness than I'm used to in my dreams. Not that I'm complaining, of course...sometimes you need kinky, sexy dreams in your life. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it, which somehow I'm sure you did, but now it's time for me to forget. 

Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me. [and in the case of this story, writing it]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Featuring: Jill, Erikka, Samantha, Cheyenne, Laura, Klaire, Sleepygirl