Part 4 – Truth Be Told

So I stood there, with the opportunity before me to hypnotise this big handsome bull friend of Harry’s, wondering what my first move should be.

But it was obvious. First, I had to get Harry out of the way. With the kind of things I’d want to do with Baxter, I didn’t think an audience would be a good idea.

“Before we start,” I said, “could I just have a quick word with you in private Harry?”

We left Baxter alone for a moment and stepped into Harry’s bedroom and the big polar bear closed the door behind us.

“What’s up?” Asked Harry, concerned.

“Nothing.” I said. “I’m really glad you brought Baxter here.”

Harry brightened up. “Really?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “It’s just… Sleepy Bear…”

My large roommate slipped into a trance and his body went limp. I realized my mistake immediately as I instinctively tried to catch the collapsing bear. I should have told him to sit down first before using the trigger phrase.

While I’d always assumed Harry was heavy, what with him being all muscular, I had no idea exactly how heavy until that point, when I was trying to hold him up.

“Harry, stand up…” I groaned.

Harry did as he was told, which was lucky, as I don’t think I would have been able to hold him for more than another few seconds.

I looked up at Harry. His eyes were closed and his head was hanging limply from his shoulders. He was well and truly hypnotised.

“Harry,” I said, softly, “listen to the sound of my voice, it is all you can hear. Doing as I tell you will make you feel very good…”

“Very good…” Harry muttered.

“You will lie down on your bed and wait for me to return.” I told him.

“I will lie down and wait for your return…” Harry repeated automatically, accepting the command. He wandered over to his bed and half-collapsed onto it, lying down on his back.

I was about to leave, but I had a sudden idea. Of course, in retrospect, my life would have been a whole lot simpler if I’d just ignored the idea and went back to Baxter, but well, I didn’t.

“While you wait,” I whispered into Harry’s ear, leaning in close to the hunk of a polar bear, “You will have erotic daydreams, the sexiest daydreams your imagination can come up with. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Said Harry. A smile was spreading across his face. His daydreaming had already begun, as evidenced by the growing bulge in his shorts.

So I left Harry’s room at that point, happy with the suggestion I’d just given my roommate. After all, I was going to have some fun with Baxter, why shouldn’t Harry get some enjoyment as well? I wasn’t thinking of consequences, even though I would be later on…

I returned to Baxter to find the musclebound bull waiting patiently on the couch. “Harry’s going to be giving us some privacy.” I explained, as I sat down beside him.

“He is?” Baxter said, surprised. “Just before you got back, he was saying how he was looking forward to getting to see some hypnosis done.”

“He changed his mind.” I said quickly, hoping it would convince the bull. I wasn’t about to admit that I’d changed Harry’s mind for him.

Baxter simply shrugged, accepting my story. “Well? Are we going to do this?”

I smiled at him. “Of course. Just make yourself comfortable and relax…”

He did as I told him, settling himself into a comfortable position. “Now,” I added, “just close your eyes. Concentrate on my voice. Try and filter out everything else.”

“Whatever you say.” Said Baxter, as he shut his eyes. He seemed a little uncertain about all this.

“Don’t worry.” I assured him. “Everything will be fine.”

The bull took a deep breath, trying to relax. “So what do I do?”

“Just breathe deeply.” I instructed, soothingly. “In and out. In and out. Listen to my voice, focus all your attention on it. Relax your body, feel all the stress, all the tension, just slipping away…”

I was using the same basic technique and routine I’d used to put Harry under. Although sometimes I tried a different routine on a subject, I didn’t think this was the time for it. And this one was working. Baxter’s head was slumping forward slightly. His muscles were starting to relax. I just needed to keep going.

Keeping my voice soothing, I kept talking, guiding him through assorted relaxation techniques, including the basic one I’d used on Harry, wherein I had him focus on each part of his body in turn and relax it, started at his feet and gradually working his way up to the head.

It quickly became apparent that Baxter wasn’t going to go under easily like Harry and a few other subjects had done. That was just the way of things. Some were better subjects than others. I just had to keep at it. I was determined to get this beautiful bull under my control.

I did manage to get him breathing in a steady, repetitive pattern early on, and I kept my breathing in time with his, subliminally encouraging the rhythm.

Eventually, I did manage to relax Baxter to the point where he was almost there, but it took some patient work on my part. The bull was flopped out on the couch beside me

“You’re doing very well, Baxter.” I said. “Just keep relaxing, focusing on my voice. My voice is all you can hear. Relax and focus on my voice…”

His head was slumping down against his chest now. He was almost there, the hypnotic effect of my voice and the breathing and the relaxation was putting him under.

“Listen and relax…” I said, “Listen and relax… listen and relax…”

And that was it. Baxter was slumped there on the couch beside me, his eyelids flickering slightly as if he were dreaming, hypnotised and awaiting for instructions.

Of course the first thing to do now that I’d got this far was to establish a trigger phrase, so that I could put him straight back under at my leisure. I paused for a moment, trying to come up with something appropriate. It didn’t really have to be appropriate, I just preferred phrases that were. My eyes wandered across his fantastic physique as I pondered this, eventually coming to rest on his horns. Inspiration struck me and I smiled.

“Listen to my voice and relax, Baxter.” I said. “Just listen and relax. From this moment forward, whenever you hear me say the phrase ‘Horny Muscle’, you will immediately return to this state, and each time I speak the phrase you will feel more and more relaxed, slipping further and further into the trance, more and more willing to relax and obey. Repeat if you understand. As you repeat it, the instructions you will know it to be true, because everything you say while in this state will be the truth.”

“Whenever you say ‘Horny Muscle’,” Baxter murmured, his head still slumped against his chest, “I will return to this trance. Each time I hear it, I will be more and more relaxed, more and more willing to relax and obey.”

My cautious side told me to test the trigger phrase. That meant waking Baxter up for a moment.

“On the count of three,” I said, “you will awaken. You will feel refreshed and calm and comfortable. You will not remember anything that has been said while you were in this trance. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Baxter replied.

“Very good.” I said. “Now, 1… 2… 3… wake up!”

Baxter blinked, suddenly snapping awake, a grin plastered across his face. “Wow. That was amazing. I feel fantastic!”

I smiled pleasantly at him. “I thought you would. Horny Muscle.”

The bull blinked a few times, but he had soon slipped back into a hypnotic trance. The trigger phrase worked.

“That’s very good, Horny Muscle.” I told Baxter, soothingly. “I am pleased. And pleasing me makes you feel good. Repeat if you understand.”

“Pleasing you makes me feel good…” Baxter repeated, making me grin. It was going to be fun finding out how that particular suggestion worked out.

But now it was time to move on. I wanted to find out some more about this handsome bull Harry had brought home. And hypnotized as he was, I could be certain everything I found out was true.

“I’m going to ask you some questions, Horny Muscle.” I said. “You will answer with the complete truth. Answering my questions pleases me. You want to please, don’t you, Baxter?”

“Yes…” Baxter murmured. “Pleasing you makes me happy…”

“Very good.” I told him, considering what I should ask him first. I wanted to start off with some simple stuff before I tried any deeply personal questions. Ease him into the habit of answering whatever I asked.

“What is your full name?” I asked.

“Baxter Hollis.” The bull replied immediately.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I work at the gym as a personal trainer.”

I frowned at this. I didn’t remember him. But then, I hadn’t been to the gym recently.

“How long have you worked there?” I wanted to know.

“Two months.” Baxter answered.

That explained it. “What did you do before then?” I inquired.

“I used to be a competitive bodybuilder.” The bull replied. From his muscular frame, it was a believable answer.

This was going well. Baxter was getting used to answering me. Now it was time for some more personal stuff…

“Are you gay or straight?”

“Gay.”

That was just the answer I wanted to hear, and I was asking the next few questions before I even really thought about it.

“Are you single?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think of me?”

Baxter smiled in his trance. “I think you’re cute and attractive.”

My heart skipped a beat with this answer, imagining the possibilities. For a moment I thought of Harry and my crush on him. But realistically, I knew nothing was ever going to happen there beyond some hypnotic fun. Harry was straight. It would be best to put my crush behind me and Baxter would be a great candidate for a potential mate.

“Do you want to ask me out?” I said.

“Very much…” Baxter replied.

“Good.” I said. “After you wake up and before you leave, you will ask me out.”

“Before I leave…” Baxter repeated. “I will ask you out…”

“Asking me out will please me, Baxter.” I said. “So don’t forget.”

“Don’t forget…” Baxter mumbled, a smile on his face.

I was tempted to wake him up then and there, but there was still more I wanted to try. If he was gay, and thought I was attractive, then it was likely his sub-conscious would have no problem with being naked around me. And seeing an ex-bodybuilder naked was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Of course, just telling him to get naked wouldn’t work. But with the right scenario, it could. The fact he used to be a bodybuilder helped…

“Horny Muscle, I want you to relax.” I said. “Just feel yourself relaxing, slipping further into the trance, more and more relaxed. Focus on my voice, it is all you can hear. I want you to think back to your days as a bodybuilder. I want you to remember your favorite posing routine. Do you remember it?”

“Yes. I remember.” Baxter replied. He was still smiling.

“Horny Muscle, you have a competition to compete in.” I said. “You’re going to be onstage soon. You need to get changed. Stand up.”

The bull got to his feet at my command. His eyes were still closed and his head slumped against his chest. That would have to be rectified.

“Baxter, you may open your eyes and move about normally, but will still remain in this trance.” I instructed.

A moment later, Baxter was standing there, staring off into space. I stood up and held out my hand.

“Horny Muscle, here are a pair of posing trunks.” I said, nodding to my empty hand. “Take them and feel them, feel the smooth fabric in your fingers, they’re your size and your favorite colour.”

Baxter reached out as if to take something from my hand. Although there was nothing there, I had his mind believing there was. So he took the imaginary trunks. He rubbed his fingers together, as if feeling the fabric. I grinned. This was working.

“What colour are they, Horny Muscle?” I wondered.

“Blue.” Baxter told me. The thought of Baxter in tight blue posing trunks was a nice one. I’d have to try and find some pictures of competitions he’d been in sometime…

“You have to be onstage soon.” I commanded. “Get changed into your trunks.”

The bull’s sub-conscious seemed to be accepting the scenario I had set up. Baxter started undressing, stripping off his unbuttoned shirt and giving me a better look at his great muscular chest. This was followed by his trousers and underwear, leaving the bull completely naked. He then slipped on his imaginary posing trunks. Of course, they didn’t actually exist, so he remained naked, but he didn’t know that.

“You’re looking very good, Baxter.” I said, meaning every word. “I’m pleased.” I was certain the bull’s smile widened a little.

“But you’re on stage now.” I continued. “It’s time for you to give your posing routine. You can hear your music, can’t you? Apart from my voice, it’s all you can hear. You can hear it, can’t you?”

“Yes.” Said Baxter. One foot was already tapping the floor in time to whatever beat he alone was hearing.

“Then you should give your routine before the audience gets impatient. Begin.” I said, as I sat down to watch the show that I’d set up.

The naked bull put on quite a display for me, flexing and posing his impressive physique, all the time moving to a tune only he could hear. I got to see every inch of Baxter’s solid, bulging muscles as he worked, focused entirely on his routine. Hypnotised as he was, he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else until I said so. Now all I needed was to see him erect. So more instruction was called for.

“You’re doing great, Horny Muscle.” I said. “Each pose makes you feel great, each move makes you more and more excited, each flex makes you more and more aroused…”

As Baxter continued posing away, his big cock started stiffening. Within minutes, it was rock hard, standing out beautifully. I almost started drooling. He looked magnificent, to say the least.

Eventually, his routine came to an end with him striking a pose and staying there, both his huge biceps flexed.

“Very good, Baxter.” I said, appreciatively. “Very good. But now your performance is done, it’s time to get changed back into your clothes. Get to it.”

Baxter obeyed, slipping off the non-existent trunks and handing them back to me before getting dressed again. It was a shame to have all those beautiful muscles covered up, but I supposed, I could always see them again sometime.

I had Baxter sit again once he was dressed. Time was getting on and I was starting to think I should be waking him up soon. But there was one other thing I wanted to do before that. A suggestion that would guarantee that I would be the one in control of any relationship between me and the bull.

“Relax and obey, Horny Muscle.” I said, soothingly. “Listen to my voice and relax. From this moment on, whenever you hear me say the words ‘I think’, you will have an overwhelming urge to agree with whatever I say next and you will firmly believe that is your opinion. Repeat.”

“Whenever you say ‘I think’,” Baxter repeated, staring off into space, a glassy look in his eyes, “I will agree with whatever you say next and I will believe that is my opinion.”

“That’s a good bull, Baxter.” I said. “I’m pleased.”

Baxter just smiled, waiting for me to instruct him further.

“In a minute, I’m going to wake you up.” I explained. “When you awaken, you will not consciously remember anything that has happened while you were in this state, and you will always return to this trance when I say the phrase ‘Horny Muscle’.”

“I will not consciously remember anything that has happened.” Baxter repeated. “I will return to this trance when you say Horny Muscle.”

“On the count of three you will awaken.” I said. “And you will feel energized and refreshed. Everything will seem perfectly normal. 1… 2… 3…”

Baxter blinked a few times, waking up. He looked at me, grinning. “Wow, that felt great! Harry wasn’t kidding.”

“You enjoyed it then?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was amazing!” Baxter enthused. “I feel fantastic. But I don’t really remember any of it. But I suppose that’s normal, right?”

I nodded. “Perfectly normal.”

“Okay, you’re the expert.” Baxter shrugged.

I wanted to test the suggestion I’d planted in the bull’s mind. I wanted to see how easily he would agree with me.

“I think you should take your shirt off.” I said, watching Baxter carefully. “You’ll probably be more comfortable.”

The bull frowned for an instant, but then smiled. “You’re right.”  He pulled off his shirt, showing off his chest and stomach again. He noticed the grin that had spread across my face. “You like what you see?”

“Oh yes.” I told him. “It’s a very impressive sight. Very… pleasing.”

I could swear Baxter’s grin widened as I said it. “I’m glad you like it.” He said. “Maybe you could see more some time…”

He had no way of knowing I’d already seen everything, so it was best I indulged him. “I’d like that a lot.”

“I guess that settles that.” Baxter shrugged. “I had a feeling you were gay. So am I”

I tried to look pleasantly surprised at his admission. “That’s great!”

Baxter suddenly looked a little worried. “Does Harry know? About you?”

“Yeah, and he’s fine with it.” I replied.

“Then maybe he’ll be fine with finding out I am.” Said Baxter, sheepishly. “I haven’t told him yet.”

“Speaking as someone who knows him very well, I’m certain it’ll be fine.” I assured him. And of course, with the power I currently had over Harry, I could make sure he was fine with it.

“I hope so.” Baxter sighed. “I only moved to this town a few months ago, Harry’s been the first real friend I’ve made around here. I’d hate to ruin it.”

“Don’t worry about it so much.” I said. “At least you’d still have me as a friend.”

“Yeah, that’s something.” Baxter put on a weak smile. “Say, would you like to go out with me sometime? Get together and have some fun?”

I’d been waiting for that ever since I’d woken him up. “I’d love that. I think tomorrow night would be perfect.”

Baxter seemed about to say something but stopped, paused for a second and then agreed with me as my hypnotic suggestion kicked in. “Yeah, okay. I’ll look forward to it.” He glanced over his shoulder at the door to Harry’s room. “Maybe we should let him know we’re done.” He made to get up.

“No, that’s okay, I’ll do it.” I said, quickly.

“I don’t mind, I need to talk to him anyway…” Said Baxter, now on his feet and stepping toward Harry’s bedroom.

“I think you should sit down and wait while I fetch Harry.” I said, thinking fast.

The huge bull sat himself down again. “Okay, if you think that’s best.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, I got up and quickly went into Harry’s room. Before I entered, a thought struck me and glanced back. “Maybe you put your shirt back on.” I suggested.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Said Baxter, grabbing his shirt. “I’d forgotten I’d taken it off…”

I left him to it and slipped in Harry’s room. My handsome polar bear roommate was still lying on his bed, daydreaming in a hypnotic trance. He looked very happy.

“Sleepy Bear.” I said, stooping over him. “It’s time to stop daydreaming. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.” Harry replied. “A lot.”

I should have just left it at that. My life would have been much easier. I mean, I didn’t need to know what I asked next, and I’m still not sure exactly why I did.

“And what did you daydream about?” I asked, without thinking.

Harry’s replied was very simple. “You.”

To say this stunned me would be an understatement. “Me?” I stammered. “But… but aren’t you straight?”

“I… I think so...” Harry replied, his face grimacing in confusion. “But I still find you so sexy and attractive. But I don’t want to be gay, even if I’ve never really been satisfied with any female. I… I…” Harry was starting to get upset. This was obviously a very distressing line of conversation for him. It could shake him out of his trance. I acted fast.

“Calm down, Sleepy Bear.” I soothed. “Don’t think about right now. Just listen to my voice and relax. My voice is so calming and relaxing to listen to…”

“Calming and relaxing…” Harry repeated. He was calm now.

But I wasn’t. What the hell had I just found out?

To Be Continued…