[M/M, MC, hypno]
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Friday, I had to try it. Yeah, like I said, Doc told me it wasn't supposed to really kick in until Monday, but after last night, I wanted to see if it was working. I figured Doc was shitting me, and I wanted to know for sure. Hell, it couldn't hurt if I helped push things along too.
I figured if Doc could do it, so could I. I mean, I'd been there and listened to every word he said when he put Chris under. Seemed like it was pretty damn easy, know what I'm saying?
So at lunchtime, when Chris went off to the head, I followed him. Made it look casual, like I had to take a piss too.
No one there but the two of us, which was perfect. He nodded to me when I walked up to the urinal next to his. When we both finished and zipped up, I said, "Hey, Chris, thanks for introducing me to Doc. He's really helped me with my motivation."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I can tell the difference already." I was laying it on thick, all right. "Feels real good out there, being motivated, right?"
"Sure does--"
"Yeah, I know you know what I'm talkin' about there. You're pretty motivated out there yourself. It's like second nature to you--I can tell. Am I right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Don't be so shy, Chris. You know you're motivated out there. It feels pretty good, don't it?"
"Uh huh--"
"Remember how it feels? When you get motivated, you just focus and relax and let go of all those distractions. Just like Doc showed ya, right?"
"Right--"
"Just like all those times with Doc. In fact, you're starting to feel it now. Just like it always happens with Doc. Right? I know how much you like it when that real motivated feeling comes on. Right?"
"Right ..."
Was he starting to get a little glassy-eyed? Cool! This was going to be easier than I thought. Who needed Doc?
"Chris, what happens when you start feeling all motivated like this? Like you're starting to feel now?"
He said it just like he did last night when Doc asked him. "I relax and let go ..."
"Yeah, you sure do. You're doing it now, aren't you? Relaxing and letting go. Right?"
"... right ..."
Man, was that ever a rush! I started thinking of the possibilities of having that kind of power over Chris and the team, and the word "Power" flashed across my thoughts. I caught myself feeling kind of ... funny, kind of dizzy, sort of, with these numbers counting down in the back of my head--100, 99, 98 ...--and I had to really shake my head to snap out of it. That Doc must've done something to me. That's okay--he'd get his soon enough.
But right now, I had Chris right where I wanted him. "You're so motivated, Chris. It's so easy for you. So easy to let yourself just relax and focus. Feels good, doesn't it, Chris?"
"... yeah ..."
"Just keep letting yourself relax, just like you've been trained to. Just let your thoughts drift off, Chris. Getting so hard to think. Just let yourself drift back into that relaxed feeling--"
That's when the restroom door flew open and Josh walked in. Fuck! That was all it took--Chris blinked and shook his head a little, and I knew I'd lost him. Chris smacked my shoulder and said, "Well, I gotta get back out there, Kyle," and he reached for the door and walked right on out of there.
Fuck! I nearly had him! I would've had him if it wasn't for this little bastard Josh, who's always puppy-dogging the LT. Fucking bastard made me blow my shot at being large and in charge!
Wait a minute, I thought to myself. Kyle, old son, maybe you got the next best thing right in front of you. ‘Cause I knew Chris had introduced Josh to that Doc guy too--and if I got as far as I did with Chris, I'd surely get a lot farther with Josh. Maybe, just maybe, I could find some way to use Josh to get at Chris.
Josh was at the urinal taking a leak. I pretended to wash my hands while he shook it off, tucked it, and zipped.
"How's it going," I said when he walked over to the sinks. I was acting all nonchalant.
"Pretty good," he said, rinsing his hands.
"Say, you been working with that guy Doc a while now, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Josh said as he reached for a paper towel.
"Sure seems to be working for you. I started meeting with him for the first time last night."
Josh perked up a little when I said that. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. So what's it like for you? What d you think about to get all motivated out there? Like Viz Kid?"
"I dunno. Nothing special, I guess. I just keep repeating these motivational key words Doc taught me, and it just sorta happens, I guess."
"Key words? What are they?"
"They're--well, they're kind of private."
"Hey, Josh, it's me--Kyle--your teammate. I just want to see if they're the same as what the ones Doc and me use. It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone."
"Well ... okay, I guess. They're ‘team, motivation, and LT.'"
I thought, LT?--what the fuck is that about? But what I said was, "Really? Those are the same as mine."
Josh gave me a big grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," I said, but I was thinking, Ain't this just a fuckin' Kodak moment. Innocent little Joshy didn't have a clue I was looking for a way to play him like a guitar. "Same as mine. Team, motivation, and LT."
Josh kept grinning that shit-eating grin of his. "Team, motivation, LT," he said. Almost like a chant or something.
"Oh, yeah," I said, copying his cadence. "Team, motivation, LT."
"Team, motivation, LT," he said again.
"Team, motivation, LT," we said together.
Josh's eyes were getting a little unfocused.
"Team, motivation, LT," we said together again.
His voice was getting softer. Whatever these key words did, they were sure doing it to him quick.
"Team, motivation, LT," he said again.
"That's it, Josh." I said. "Just relax. Focus. Say the words again."
"Team, motivation, LT."
"Feel it? Feel yourself getting all motivated? Just like when Doc's helping you get all relaxed and motivated."
"Team, motivation, LT," he said again, slower.
"What happens when you're all motivated like this, Josh? What happens when you keep saying the key words to yourself like that?"
"Team ... motivation ... LT," he mumbled, looking kind of dazed.
"Let it happen, Josh. Just relax and let yourself drift back into that relaxed, motivated place where Doc takes you."
"Team ... motivation ... LT..." His eyelids were fluttering and he looked practically half-asleep already. Doc sure made it easy for me.
"That's right, Josh--you're doing great. Say the words again. Let yourself go back into that real relaxed, motivated place inside."
"Team ... motivation ... LT ..." Josh whispered.
"Get yourself all motivated, Josh. That's right."
That's when he did the freakiest thing I ever seen. He looked down. I'm thinking, What's he looking at? Then he gets down on his knees in front of me. What the fuck, right? He keeps chanting, "... team ... motivation ... LT...," like it really means something. He's kneeling in front of me, staring right at my crotch, and I'm thinking, Just what the holy fuck is goin' on here?
That's when Josh reaches out. Reaches for my crotch. I'm like, No fuckin' way!, and I take a step back, but he sidles up in front of me. He's reaching up, tugging at my belt. I'm thinking this is totally fucked up--someone could walk in on us any second!
Josh is pawing at my uniform pants, at the fasten and the zipper. I'm backed up against the wall. I want to make him stop, but I'm also fascinated somehow by the power I suddenly seem to have over him. He's tugging my pants down a little, my boxers too, and my cock is already hard. He's reaching for my rod, and somehow I can't seem to make a move stop him.
Josh's mouth was zeroing in on my wood, his tongue reaching out for the tip like a heat-seeker. Yeah, somehow I'd stumbled on a way to get a lot of power over Josh. I was thinking I could use this to my advantage. That's when the word "Power" seemed to flash in front of my eyes. What the ..., I thought, and these numbers seemed to start ticking off in the back of my head: 100, 99, 98, and so on. Josh was swallowing my rock-hard cock and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Something about those numbers marching along--90, 89, 88 ...--something about them kept me distracted and I couldn't concentrate. This dizzy feeling was spreading through me, and I couldn't seem to think of anything except the numbers marching on. 81, 80, 79 ...
I felt great. Just standing there grooving on the feeling of how relaxed I felt, letting myself drift as those numbers kept counting down. I was barely aware of Josh blowing me--my whole body felt so great, that was just one more feeling to me.
I guess it didn't take long, but it sure seemed like time kind of stood still while I got lost underneath everything. Josh was really working on my dick. I felt all relaxed and nice, inside and out. Kind of distant from everything like it was all a dream or something.
In and among everything else I was feeling, I felt Josh tug at my balls. He kept burying his face in my pubes, sucking my cock all the way down into his throat, like he really wanted to suck something out of me. My balls buzzed and I felt this ... warmth spread out through me. Like the most peaceful kind of orgasm you can imagine. When I came, my load just seemed to flow into Josh's mouth, and I felt his mouth massage my meat as he swallowed it all.
Josh didn't really pull off of me--it was more like my cock went soft and finally dropped out of his mouth. I felt myself starting to snap out of it. I blinked and shook my head to clear away the foggy feeling, and I felt like I was waking up from a nap.
That's when it hit me. What the hell had just happened here? Doc musta done something to me last night--I was straight and there was no way in hell I'd let some dude blow me if I was in my right mind, even if it was one of my SEAL teammates. Especially if it was one of my teammates. I skirted out from between Josh and the wall and pulled up my pants. Josh, still kneeling, had his pants open, his cock still quietly in his hand, blobs of cum on the restroom tile in front of him. He still had that dazed look on his face. Doc must have really done a number on his head.
Man, that fag shit makes me sick! Maybe I did get some kind of power over Josh, but I didn't want it if it meant me doing fag shit too. That shit was okay for the other guys--I knew all about Doc's little "escort" business--but I didn't want to be part of it myself. I just wanted to be in charge of the team, which I deserved.
I felt my mouth curl up in this disgusted expression as I stared at Josh. He seemed to be starting to snap out of it too, but slower than me. Guess I had the stronger will.
Someone could have walked in at any moment. I figured the teamwork thing to do would be to block the door shut while Josh snapped the rest of the way out of it--but y'wanna know what I did? I couldn't stand to be in that restroom another second. I just pulled open the door and walked out. Let Josh fend for himself.
I had no clue what I was going to do about this shit, but I knew it wouldn't take me long to come up with a plan. Doc was gonna regret the day he pulled that shit on me--and my team too.