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7/10/2022 12:38 pm

My Hypnotic Bully

[For my next Bobbi DeJohn short story collection. (Rough draft)
My Hypnotic Bully
The cock was big and hard and it was right in front of him. Looking up he could see the grinning face of his friend, Steve. He looked at the cock again and saw it looked wet. It started to deflate. He was down on his knees in grass with the trunk of a large tree next to him.
His friend put his cock into his jeans and pulled up the zipper. “You’re really good at sucking cock. Like you were born to do it. Better get up though.” He reached a hand down to help Bobbi get up from the ground.
Bobbi felt dazed and confused. He had just sucked his friend’s cock. Steve took a step and Bobbi followed not knowing what else to do. His mouth felt funny. That taste in his mouth must be cock. Or worse. Maybe he’d cum in his mouth. It was like he had no memory of the past fifteen minutes. He saw a couple of coeds jogging on paved pathway not thirty or so yards away There was a man pushing a carriage. Another man was trying to keep up with his excited dog. Had he been sucking his friend’s cock in the middle of the park in broad daylight. He looked back at the tree and felt grateful that they used enough discretion to get behind the big tree.
“You looked confused,” Steve said.
“I…I…” Bobbi tried to reply.
“Come on. There’s a bench. We’ll sit for a bit. I just hope you can keep your mouth off my cock.” Steve laughed, “Thank god there was a big tree close by.”
Bobbi saw the bench and followed Steve. He remembered being at Steve’s apartment. Maybe he drank something or smoked some weed and had a bad reaction.
Steve sat down on the bench. Bobbi sat on the bench but tried to put as much distance from Steve as he could.
“What do you remember? Steve asked.
Wait, Steve had invited him over. “We were at your apartment,” Bobbi said tentatively. “And then you said, let’s go for a walk.”
That’s right, Bobbi remembered. A phone call and Steve had invited him over. He hadn’t seen Steve since high school.
“Yeah, such a nice day. I try to take advantage of it when I can. Having an apartment at the edge of the park is great.”
Everything was becoming clearer to Bobbi. Steve had called him out of the blue and suggested they meet and discuss the past. Steve had been a bully in high school and he had terrorized Bobbi. At first, Bobbi, had no desire to talk to Steve but he had insisted. From his tone and his words, Bobbi had assumed he had wanted to apologize. He had even mentioned amends. Maybe he was in a 12 step program and he was doing it to stay clean. He had felt almost compelled to help if he could.
“Remember. You came over and I offered you a beer,” Steve offered and appeared almost giddy about the whole deal.
Right, the beer. He must have put something in it. Bobbi felt confused again. There was no beer taste in his mouth. Maybe just having had a cock in it would have overcome any beer taste.
“You finished the beer you were drinking and offered me one so we could sit and talk.” Bobbi didn’t remember drinking the beer. He just remembered being given the beer.
“And…” Steve prompted.
“You said, it’s a nice day. Let’s take a walk instead.” After that he was in the park on his knees with Steve’s recently sucked cock inches from his mouth. Wait. Steve had said something else.
Steve spread his legs out in front of him. Bobbi glanced in his direction and caught sight of the bulge in his jeans. He looked away but thought that Steve was getting hard again. Like this discussion was giving him an erection.
“I said, let’s go for a walk. I want to see if your as big a sissy faggot as you were in high school.”
Bobbi started to get up. Steve hadn’t been apologizing. He was a bully and got Bobbi over to bully him again.
“Hold on. Sit back down.”
Bobbi got to his feet.
Steve almost barked. “Sit back down I said. Or the next time you come to, you’ll be kneeling in front of me with my cock in your mouth right here in front of whoever’s out and about. Maybe they’ll call the cops. I’ll tell them I was trying to get away, but you were begging and next thing my fly was open and you were sucking. Like you assaulted me as I sat on the this bench. Just out enjoying my day.”
Bobbi hesitated and then sat back down. “Shit. I’d never do that.”
“Hell, you did it a few minutes ago behind that tree.”
Bobbi started to say something but closed his mouth. What was there to say? He had been kneeling in front of Steve and Steve’s wet dick.
“How are things going with Leslie?” Steve asked.
“Leslie,” Bobbi repeated.
“Leslie, your therapist, Leslie.”
“Okay, I guess.” How did he know he was seeing a therapist?
“Leslie’s my girlfriend. She told me she was seeing you. We’ve been talking quite a bit about you.”
“But, but, that’s all confidential. Private.” Bobbi felt betrayed and violated. He was still confused about what his<b> therapist </font></b>had to do with any of this.
“I told her all about you in high school. She told me about all the stuff you talked about in therapy. Stuff about me. We had a lot of laughs.”
“That’s confidential. She can get in trouble…”
“Don’t give me that confidential bullshit. Listen faggot. Give her any trouble. Any at all and the least of your trouble will be waking up here in the park with my dick in your mouth will be the least of your trouble.”
Steve had gotten angry but quickly recovered his good mood. “Say, remember in high school. That time when you came out of the shower and I’d taken all your clothes out of your locker and replaced them with my girlfriends panties.” He laughed. “Made you wear them.”
Bobbi felt a flush as he remembered the excruciating incident.
“Then, I wouldn’t give your clothes back until you went up to every guy and asked them if they looked good on you.”
Steve laughed and closed his eyes as he remember the scene. “And your little dick got so hard. Your panties with that little tent you made in them.”
“Leslie said you went home that day and beat off thinking about it.”
Bobbi wanted to say something. Tell Steve off. But, it was all true. He couldn’t even look at Steve. He just sat and stared at the grass near his feet.
“Leslie said you beat your meat all the time back then. I bet you still do. You tried beating off to naked women, but you always ended up cumming to thoughts of me. Me and my big dick.” He continued, “You must be feeling good. I just made your dream come true. I know you made me cum.”
“More I teased you, the more you beat your little meat thinking about it.”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Bobbi could see Steve running hand quickly over his big bulge.
“Leslie told me all about you. Humiliation gets you off. Confusion about you sexuality. I told her there’s no confusion. You’re just a sissy faggot trying to pretend that you’re a man. A real man. You just couldn’t admit what you wanted. A real man fucking your sissy ass holding their dicks in front of you so you suck them.”
“I told her maybe I should have the degree. I mean I could cure you. Put you on your knees and make you accept my dick in your mouth.”
Bobbi continued to stare at the ground. He took a breath. He did not want to hear anymore but his dick, his little dick he had called it, was now very hard.
“She laughed when I said, ‘he pays you by the hour, but he can pay me by the inch.”
“That’s when I got the idea. She told me about the time you’d tried to have a girlfriend, but swiped some of her clothes to make yourself into a girl. And the card was right there on the coffee table.”
“Card?” Bobbi’s voice had become a quiet whisper.
“Leslie had bugged me into getting some help around the house. We both work so much, it’s just too much to do it all on the weekend. She’d gotten a card from a maid service. I mentioned that we should get you to be our sissy maid. You could dress like a girl all the time. You should probably be paying us and she could make it part of your therapy.”
“We were kidding of course. But, Leslie suddenly got this serious look and told me that she could suggest it to you during one of your hypnosis sessions. She told me the suggestions were more like commands. They get past your will or something and you’d have to do whatever was suggested.”
“Tell you what. This is making me hard as hell. When we finish we’ll go back to my place and I’ll give you another load. We can talk more about how exactly your going to serve your Mistress and me.”
“Okay,” Bobbi said.
“I’m going to expect to hear you call me Sir, from now on.”
“Yes Sir,” Bobbi said a little more audibly.
“Good,” Steve said with a smile. “Leslie’s been giving you all these suggestions. Me too. Sometimes after your under, I’m there giving you commands and she and I know all these trigger words.”
“Like today. Right words and you’ll be on your knees and forgetting about anything but getting my cock in your mouth.”
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Bobbi looked at him. At first he eyes settled on the big bulge in Steve’s jeans and then he looked up into the eyes of his bully and suddenly wanted to cry even as his little dick was as hard as it could get.
“You are going to tell everyone that you are a sissy faggot and you serve us willingly. If you ever even think about reporting Leslie or me to anyone, we have this special command we can trigger. That truck stop on the interstate just before you get to town. You’ll be out there sucking cock and selling your ass. You’ll wake up in some trucker’s cab with him hauling you off God knows where or you’ll be in the men’s room covered in cum with the Highway Patrol arresting you and cuffing your hands behind your back. Maybe they’ll even make use of your slut mouth.”
Bobbi wiped a tear from his cheek. “Yes Sir. I serve you willingly.”
Steve got up and Bobbi got up as well and followed him.
He thought of how it would be sucking Steve’s cock when he knew he was doing it. Maybe if he did a good job, Steve would let him “beat his little meat.” He hoped so.


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