“All right. Let’s hear from someone new today. How about you?”

The counselor’s gaze settled on Brent. Oh, fuck. “Nah, I’m good,” he offered. “I, uh, prefer listening. For now.”

Frank, the counselor, made a face, miming concern. “Are you sure? Sharing is an integral part of the recovery process.” He paused a beat. “It’s up to you, of course.”

Brent cleared his throat. “Nah, nah. Let’s hear from someone else. Sorry,” he added lamely.

“Hm,” Frank said. Judging Brent and barely concealing it.

Sanctimonious prick.

“Very well. Trey, how about you? Do you want to share with us?”

“Happy to, Frank.” Trey sat up straight in his chair, clearly thrilled at becoming the center of attention for the next couple of minutes. “Hi, my name is Trey, and I’m an addict.”

A chorus of men’s voices piped up. “Hi, Trey.”

Brent shouldn’t be here, in this stuffy community center basement with these losers. He wasn’t an addict; he didn’t have a problem, as far as he was concerned.

Trey was yapping along happily. “… and with my new promotion at work, we’ll finally be able to move out of that neighborhood, and let me tell you, Vanessa is thrilled…” He caught the counselor’s glance and quickly changed tack. “But what I’m thrilled about is this: as of yesterday, I’ve been porn-free for exactly one hundred days.”

A polite round of applause. Trey smiled around the room. “Sorry for rambling on a bit about work! But, you know, it’s funny.” He got a sudden faraway look in his eyes. “I haven’t really thought about porn anymore in weeks, even. I don’t need to tell you this, those of you who have been here as long as I have, that it used to be a daily thing. Several times a day, really.”

A couple of men stirred uncomfortably in their seats.

“God,” Trey went on, oblivious. “Sometimes my dick was chafed so bad, like really looking like some raw piece of meat, and I still couldn’t help myself, I’d –”

The counselor cleared his throat loudly. “That’s wonderful, Trey. Thank you for sharing. As you know, we like to focus on the process of healing here, not on, uh, past behaviour.”

Trey seemed to snap out of it, blinking fast. “Of course. Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“That’s all right. Why don’t you tell us a bit more about how you came to this point.”

“I realised I was helpless in the face of my addiction,” Trey said, sounding like he had this memorised. “So I gave myself over to a higher power.”

Brent tuned out.

So he liked porn. What was the big deal? He just happened to be horny a lot, more often than his wife was in the mood for; instead of bothering her with it, he grabbed some lube, settled down with some porn, and got to work. Big deal.

And if the order were reversed sometimes, and he put on the porn first and only then got horny, so what? What did it matter?

He was a grown man. He had needs. He was allowed to get off whenever he wanted to.

Well. Jessica – his wife – didn’t agree.

He’d been stupid to let her find out. Should’ve been more careful. And of course, she’d made a big deal out of it. Said it was practically cheating. Brent had countered that maybe he should’ve just cheated, then.

Dumbass move.

And when she found out he’d been a daily porn enjoyer for years, since his teens, really, she had utterly lost her shit. Oh yeah, after that argument, Jessica had been very clear: either he’d get help with his ‘addiction’ on his own, or it was a one-way street to marriage counseling – and possibly divorce. The ‘Pornaholics Anonymous’ meetings seemed like the lesser of two evils, but sitting in a basement with these people one night a week was only marginally better than weekly sessions together with his wife and some flat-chested dyke who would tell him everything was his fault for being a part of the patriarchy, anyway.

But the people who came to these meetings! Losers and perverts and basement dwellers. The only guy here who seemed even remotely normal, besides Brent, was Trey, the one talking now about how this higher power saved him and made him pure and yadda-yadda. Still, Trey looked like just some regular Joe, and not someone who had ‘sex offender’ written all over his face.

There was another round of applause, startling Brent from his thoughts. When the applause had died down, Frank spoke up. “Let’s end on that high note for today. I’ll see you all next week. There’s coffee and sandwiches in the back, for those who want any.” He cleared his throat. “And, as always, financial donations are welcome.”

Trey cornered Brent as he was eyeing the sandwiches, trying to determine whether they would give him food poisoning or not. He should’ve just left – but if he had to come here every week, he might as well get a sandwich and a cup of coffee out of it.

“Hi there! I’ve seen you around a couple times now.” Trey grabbed Brent’s hand and started pumping it up and down. “I’m Trey!”

“Yes, I know,” Brent said, trying to get his hand back. “Brent.”

“How’s Pornaholics Anonymous working out for you, Brent?”

Brent glanced around, saw that Counselor Frank was out of earshot, and decided to be blunt. “It’s not. I don’t think it’s for me.”

Trey guffawed. “Yeah. I could tell, man.” His voice turned conspirational. “You’re more like me.”

“What does that mean?”

“Please. All these guys are addicted to porn because they’d shit their pants if they had to talk to an actual, real-life female. Don’t act like you haven’t noticed,” Trey said. “We’re different, you and I. That’s all I meant.”

Brent was taken aback. It was uncanny, the way Trey gave voice to what Brent had just been thinking. And it made him wonder… “So why do you keep coming to these meetings?”

An impish smile appeared on Trey’s face. “Honestly? I get a kick out of telling them how good I’m doing.” The smile faded, and for a brief moment, Trey got that faraway look again. Then it was gone. “And, I’m gonna be real with you: I’m here to look for guys like you.”

“What do you mean?” Brent asked, alarmed. “Listen, man, I’m not gay.”

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m not gay either,” Trey said quickly. “I have a girlfriend. Well, fiancee, actually.” He paused, seemed to collect his thoughts. “I just meant, I can help you. Guys like you, like us. These other guys…” He waved his hand. “They’re beyond help, to be honest.”

Brent braced himself. “Look, you seem like a nice enough dude, for sure, but I really don’t need to hear more about some higher power…”

Trey laughed. “Oh, no, man. That’s Frank’s whole deal, I just talk it up in the meetings to keep him off my back. I’m talking about something that actually works. I’m living proof. And it’s super easy.” He looked at Brent expectantly.

“All right. I’ll bite. What’s your big secret?”

“Hypnosis.”

It was Brent’s turn to laugh.

“No, I’m serious,” Trey said, a peeved look on his face. “It really works.”

“I’m sure it worked for you,” Brent granted. “But it’s not for me. I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.”

“You don’t have to believe in it for it to work. It’ll change your life, you’ll see.”

“I really don’t think –”

“Everything I said in there was true,” Trey went on, eyes suddenly alight with zeal. “Everything! The promotion, the big move. And the sex with Vanessa is so much better, now that I don’t watch porn every day anymore.”

Brent scoffed. “What, all that from hypnosis?”

“All that and more! I’ve quit smoking. I’ve quit coffee. Going to the gym used to be a chore, and now I’m there five days a week. I’m in the best god-damned shape of my life. Here.” Trey dug something out of his pocket, pressed it into Brent’s hand. “Take it. Scan the code when you’re ready to live your best life.”

Brent looked at the card. It was black and shiny, with a white square at its center containing a QR code. Nothing else was printed on it. “Thanks,” Brent said, sliding the card into his pocket. “I’ll check it out.”

Like hell he would.

Trey was grinning like a loon. He appeared to be experiencing real physical pleasure from the simple fact Brent had accepted the card. More than just pleasure; the man looked like he was about to cream his pants.

Fucking weirdo.

Brent needed to get out of here. No amount of free sandwiches was worth this, whatever this was. “Right,” he said, already starting to back away. “Look, I gotta run. Been nice talking to ya.”

“All right, man, of course,” Trey said, still grinning, wide eyes fixed on Brent. “Be sure to scan that code.”

“I will,” Brent lied.

“What’s this?” Jessica asked.

Brent looked up from his phone. His wife had been doing laundry; she stood in the door opening, holding a pair of his pants – and the card Trey had given him.

“You been going through my pockets?” Brent aimed for a jokey tone. Jessica’s frown told him he hadn’t succeeded.

“You always leave crap in there. It clogs up the machine,” she said. “Don’t deflect. What is this?”

“It’s just a card, babe.”

“I can see it’s a card, Brent.” Jessica already sounded exasperated. “What’s it for? Where’d you get it? What does this code do?”

“Babe! Chill! Some guy at the PA meeting gave it to me, said it,” – Brent mimicked air quotes – “changed his life.” He quickly recounted how Trey had cornered him, and what the man had said about his experience with hypnosis. He expected his wife to share his amusement.

“Hypnosis.” Jessica did not sound amused at all. “Right.” She suddenly flung Brent’s pants at him. “Do you think I’m an idiot, Brent?”

“What the hell, babe!”

“Hypnosis! You’re telling me if I scan this code, it’s not gonna open some weird pervert website? God, Brent, you couldn’t even come up with a better excuse than fucking hypnosis?”

“You’re being paranoid,” Brent said, struggling to keep his tone even. “I’ve done what you wanted. I go to the meetings, I don’t watch porn anymore. I’m not lying to you!”

“Prove it!” Jessica waved the card in his face. “Scan it right now and show me.”

Brent huffed. “Fine.” He didn’t have anything to hide – though he resented being forced. Still, it seemed wise to pick his battles, and he didn’t think he would win this particular one.

The website that popped up when Brent scanned the code looked normal enough – except for its address, a seemingly random string of numbers and letters.

Jessica snatched the phone from his hand and peered at its screen. “Dr Luca Montresor, hypnotherapist,” she read out loud. “Specialisations include help with insomnia, addiction, and relationship issues.”

“See?”

“All right, all right. You don’t have to sound so smug about it.” Her mouth was working silently before setting in a grim line. “I think you should do it.”

Brent threw up his hands. “Babe! You can’t be serious.”

“Why not? This guy at the meeting said it helped, right?”

“He was full of it! Just a minute ago you were saying you don’t believe in hypnosis!”

“I didn’t believe you,” Jessica said pointedly. “I have nothing against hypnosis, now that I know the site is legit.”

Brent was shaking his head, exasperated. Jessica handed him his phone. “Look,” she said. “Just make an appointment. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But at least you’ll have tried.”

“I just don’t see–”

“Do it for me, baby. Do it for us. This addiction of yours, this filthy habit… I’m still struggling to wrap my head around it. My friends say I should divorce you, you know.”

“Who said that? Was it Kayleigh?”

“Never mind who said it, Brent! I don’t want to divorce you, but I don’t want to live with a husband who’s addicted to porn either!” She composed herself. “It’s humiliating.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” And he really was – he hadn’t meant to hurt his wife.

But he also still didn’t see what the big deal was.

Maybe that was part of the problem.

Maybe Jessica had a point, after all.

Brent sighed. “Fine. Fine, I’ll make an appointment.”

“You will?”

“Yes. I’ll do it now.” He swiped his phone’s screen, revealing a simple form on the website.

Jessica gave him a chaste peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby.” She looked at her watch. “Oh! I’ve got some errands to run.”

“You want me to come with you?” Even as he said it, Brent knew his wife would interpret it as an attempt to weasel out from making the appointment.

If she did, she didn’t comment on it. “No, you just stay here and contact Dr Luca.” She took one of his hands, looked into his eyes. “I trust you, baby.”

I trust you not to watch porn while I’m gone, she didn’t need to say.

Alone, Brent turned his attention to the appointment form. It was short and sweet, only asking standard stuff; his full name and birthdate. His phone number and e-mail address. He quickly filled in everything and submitted the form.

The screen seemed to freeze; the form blurred, and a full-screen spinner appeared. It didn’t look like a standard spinner, though; it was styled to look like a hypnosis wheel, a black spiral on a white background.

“Cute,” Brent muttered. “I’m gonna barf.”

And yet… the spinner was strangely alluring. Brent couldn’t tear his eyes away from it; black edges appeared in his vision, so it was like he saw the spinner through a tunnel.

The spinner disappeared.

Brent blinked. That had been… weird. He shook his head, trying to shake the sense of lightheadedness that had suddenly come over him.

A new form had appeared on his phone’s screen. This one asked who had referred him; Brent simply typed in ‘Trey’, since he didn’t know the man’s last name, and scanned the rest of the form.

These questions were more personal, asking for his occupation, his height, his weight, his penis size.

Wait, what?

He checked the field again, certain he’d misread. But no, that’s what it said: penis size.

Brent hesitated. He wanted to close the website – this question seemed too weird, too intrusive – but found himself compelled to fill in the form, his fingers moving without his conscious mind instructing them to. When he got to the ‘penis size’ field, a message popped up.

Important, it read. Penis size should be the size (length AND circumference) when erect.

Brent filled out the field truthfully; seven inches for length, four point seven inches for girth. Before he could stop himself, or think about it too much, he pressed the big ‘next’ button. The hypnotic spinner popped up again.

It was the same sensation as before. Brent couldn’t look away; the spinner commanded his full attention. He could look at it for hours. It calmed him – any worries about his ‘addiction’ and his marriage seemed far away, almost of no consequence.

When the spinner disappeared again, Brent felt like he was coming up from underwater. He blinked at the screen – and saw himself blinking back. The website had somehow activated his phone’s camera. A prompt appeared on the screen.

Submit a face picture.

Brent took note of the vacant look in his eyes even as he pressed the button and took a picture. The spinner briefly appeared again, causing a pleasant buzz to reverberate through Brent’s skull.

Another prompt:

Submit a full-body picture.

Brent quickly looked around for a place where he could prop up his phone. When he pressed the button this time, a countdown timer appeared, giving him five seconds to pose for the picture.

A flash. Another brief spinner, followed by another prompt.

Submit a nude full-body picture.

Brent didn’t even hesitate. He stripped naked, all the while feeling like he was in some pleasant dream. Seeing his own naked body on the screen sent a tingle of excitement down his spine. And why shouldn’t it? He looked damn fine. Years of working in construction had given him a muscular body – not gym-toned, but a dad bod that unmistakeably signaled true strength. He took a moment to admire himself, his eyes trailing down to his dick hanging heavily from his thick bush of coarse pubic hair.

It felt good to admire himself like this. He should do it more often.

He pressed the button and posed for the picture, unable to stop himself from flexing a little. This time, when the spinner popped up, Brent felt a flush of pleasure – almost as if he was being rewarded.

Submit a close-up picture of your erection.

Brent was surprised to find his dick was already swelling and rising, getting bigger with his every heartbeat. In no time at all, he was fully hard – and then some. His dick looked and felt like it would burst. The only times it had been in this state before had been at the end of hours-long, porn-fueled edging sessions.

He hadn’t known his dick could get this hard this fast. And he still felt so good; he gave his cock and absentminded squeeze, which immediately caused his knees to buckle. He’d almost cum, even though he’d barely touched himself.

Brent picked up his phone. Barely thinking about what he was doing, he found an angle that he felt showed off his cock nicely, and took the picture.

The spinner reappeared, filling his vision until there was nothing else. Pleasure flooded his body – it felt like the best orgasm he’d ever had, but it just kept on going. Pretty soon, Brent was lost in the sensation.

“Brent? What are you doing there in the dark?”

He blinked. Tried to parse the question.

“Woah,” he heard himself say. “Must’ve dozed off.”

Yeah. That must be it. It sounded right. And he felt… good. Refreshed and well-rested.

Jessica turned on the lights, causing Brent to blink. A brief flash of panic – he was naked!

Except… he wasn’t. He wore the same clothes as when his wife had left. How long ago had that been? Must’ve been a while, for it to get dark in the meantime.

“Can you help me with this?” Jessica gestured at the shopping bags, loaded with fresh groceries. “And did you make the appointment?”

Brent got up from the couch, still a little confused. He tried to remember when he’d dozed off, and what had happened before he did.

Don’t worry about it.

He felt good. Like a million bucks. He walked across the room and kissed his wife on the lips before picking up two of the bags. Jessica looked at him, bemused. “What’s gotten into you?”

Brent grinned. “Just had a really good nap, I guess. Oh, here, let me get that for you.” He whistled as he started unloading the groceries.

“You should nap more often, then. I could get used to this.”

“You deserve it, babe,” Brent said earnestly. “Ah, and, yes, I did make the appointment.” He checked his phone, which now only showed a confirmation message with a date and an address. For the briefest instant, he furrowed his brow. Why couldn’t he remember?

That doesn’t matter.

It didn’t. He held the phone up to Jessica.

“That’s tomorrow,” she said. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

“Took a day off.” Had he? He didn’t remember calling Bryce, but he must have. He turned his attention back to the groceries. “This is more important. Working on my issues, being a good husband to you… that’s what’s important. I’m sorry it took me until now to see it.” Where was all this coming from?

Jessica didn’t say anything. Brent was about to turn to see, when her arms wrapped around him. She pressed her body against his back in a tight embrace. “I’m so happy to hear you say that, honey.”

A pleasant shiver ran down Brent’s spine. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good. He’d been too quick to judge Trey. “This is going to be good for us,” he murmured, more to himself than to his wife. “It might really change my life.”

The address led Brent to a regular townhouse in a sleepy residential area. He didn’t really know what he’d expected – an office maybe, or something in a more medical setting. This looked like just some dude’s house.

He almost hadn’t come. The elation he’d felt the night before had mostly worn off by the time he woke up this morning, and he was left with confusion. He still couldn’t remember much about making the appointment – there had been a form, and a wheel with a black spiral? Maybe? And then he’d felt like a different person, a person who did believe in porn addiction, and that it was something to fix.

And he’d lost time. That worried him more than anything else.

He’d tried to call Bryce this morning, to tell him he was coming into work anyway – but he’d been unable to actually make the call, his mind going blank each time he picked up his phone. When the time of his appointment came around, Brent had found himself in his car, driving, already nearly there – with no memory of how he got there.

And yet… he felt calm. Certain everything was going to work out. On an intellectual level, he knew he should be freaking out, should find these lapses in memory deeply disturbing, but…

It will be all right.

Brent realised he was already ringing the doorbell.

The door opened almost immediately, revealing a slim man with long dark hair. He was very young – in his early twenties, tops – and, at first glance, quite effeminate.

“You must be Brent,” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Luca.” He spoke with a slight lisp.

Brent shook the offered hand. Luca’s fingers were long and slender, and his hand was surprisingly soft and warm. The handshake went on for a little too long; Luca’s piercing green eyes were fixed on Brent, scrutinising him. At last, Luca broke eye contact and let go of Brent’s hand. “Come in, please.”

Brent followed him inside, vaguely uncomfortable.

“Let’s go upstairs.” There was definitely something suggestive in Luca’s tone, which did nothing to alleviate Brent’s discomfort. He didn’t have anything against gay people – in theory. He didn’t really know any, so it wasn’t something he thought about a lot. Live and let live, right? But he’d never been hit on by a guy before – and he couldn’t shake the sense that the hypnotherapist was flirting with him.

Or maybe it was nothing, and he should get over himself. A lingering handshake and intense eye contact did not mean the guy was flirting.

Luca led him into a smallish room. It contained two single sofa chairs, facing each other. “Please, have a seat.” Luca reached for an iPad. “I see here you got referred by… Trey, is that right?”

“That’s right.” The chair was surprisingly comfortable; Brent almost sank away in it.

Luca’s eyes scanned the screen. “Porn addiction, huh?” His eyes flickered back to Brent, looking him up and down. “I can see it,” Luca said, after a pause. “Big, strong man like you. I bet your libido is through the roof, huh?”

What the hell? Brent squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable. The other man was definitely ogling him.

“Did you stick to porn, Brent, or did you ever cheat on your wife?” Luca grinned as he spoke, green eyes fixed on Brent’s face.

“No!” Brent shot to his feet. “I’m leaving. This was a mistake.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” Luca’s grin only grew wider. “So be a good boy, and stay.”

Brent blinked, frozen in place. Something was deeply, terribly wrong here. He needed to get away from this man – who was now looking at him with undisguised lust on his face. Brent hadn’t been imagining things.

So why couldn’t he leave?

“I must say, Trey exceeded my expectations with you.” Luca turned the iPad to Brent, revealing a picture of a naked man’s body. It took Brent a moment to catch up and realise the picture was of him – and, yes, he had taken pictures, hadn’t he? “I have to admit,” Luca went on, “I got terribly excited when I saw your pictures. Why don’t you be a good boy and strip for me now?”

Heat flushed through Brent’s body; that good feeling was back again, and he struggled not to get lost in it. His heart was beating fast, pounding in his chest while he stripped off his shirt.

He didn’t want to strip off his shirt. He didn’t want anything to do with Luca, who was staring at him like he was a piece of candy. He wanted to get away, even as he started to unbuckle his pants.

“Don’t rush. Give me a little show.”

With rising terror, Brent found his body obeying Luca’s instructions, even as his mind struggled against them. He left his pants hanging open and started flexing his biceps for the young man.

“Fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. Be a good boy and come closer.”

Being closer to this man was the last thing Brent wanted. Something was very wrong here – and yet, a new rush of pleasure made it hard to focus on that. Brent closed the distance between himself and Luca, who was still sitting in his seat, leaning back and taking in the sight.

“Flex for me, Brent. Show off like you really want to impress me.”

Brent did as he was told, posing and flexing in front of Luca. The hypnotist was staring at him, transfixed. Luca’s breaths became heavier, and a flush appeared on his face. Despite the lingering sense that something was wrong – and Brent still couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly was wrong – he felt deeply flattered by Luca’s reaction to his body.

Brent wasn’t attracted to men – even though, looking at Luca from this angle, Brent might have easily mistaken him for a woman, a pretty attractive one even. Once the thought entered his mind, he couldn’t unsee it. His cock stirred and strained against his underwear. Good thing his pants were unbuckled already.

Luca had noticed Brent’s budding hard-on too. He reached for it, his long fingers carressing Brent’s shaft through his underwear. Brent almost pulled back, suddenly confused – no matter how feminine Luca might look, he was still a man. A man was touching Brent’s dick. He felt a sudden stab of revulsion…

Only for it to be drowned in a rush of pleasure when Luca gently squeezed his dick. Suddenly it seemed quite silly to feel revolted by anything that could make him feel this good.

Without really thinking about it, Brent leaned forward, looming over Luca – who gasped in surprise. Brent put a hand behind his neck, exposing his armpit; Luca went for it immediately, burying his face in Brent’s sweaty pit. Luca took a deep sniff that sent shivers down Brent’s spine, and moaned softly. His tongue darted out, leaving a wet trail on Brent’s skin.

What had come over him? He’d never even dare suggest to Jessica to lick his pits. She’d find it too demeaning. Why was he doing this – and with a guy?

Luca ran his hands over the rest of Brent’s body while he kepts sniffing and licking Brent’s armpit, occasionally squeezing Brent’s biceps or tweaking his nipple. His fingers were strong and felt hot on Brent’s skin.

Finally, Luca leaned back. “Damn. I love a musky man.” His voice was hoarse; he cleared his throat. “I want to see your dick. Be a good boy and take off your pants.”

As another wave of pleasure rushed over Brent, it suddenly became clear to him why he was going along with this. He wanted to be a good boy.

That’s right, the voice in his mind spoke up. Being a good boy will bring you great joy.

He took a step back and quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, eager to show off to Luca, to earn more praise. To show what a good boy he was.

Luca gasped. “Wow. That’s a really nice dick you got there, Brent. You’re a lucky man. I bet your wife must feel lucky too, huh?”

“Not really,” Brent heard himself say. His voice seemed to come from far away. “I don’t think she likes sex much.”

“What a shame.” Luca looked up at Brent, grinning wickedly. “I bet it tastes great.” And without waiting for a response, Luca leaned forward, taking Brent’s cock in his mouth.

Brent couldn’t hold in a surprised moan. It felt so good! Jessica never sucked his dick with this kind of enthusiasm; Luca’s head was bobbing up and down greedily. Occasionally Luca would lean forward, making the full length of Brent’s cock disappear down his throat and holding it there.

Luca did something with his tongue, making Brent gasp. Suddenly, he was very close.

Something in him still resisted; Brent was definitely not gay, and yet a man was sucking his dick. A man was sucking his dick, and Brent was about to cum from it. Brent clutched his forehead, where a sharp pain had flared up.

The voice in his mind spoke up again.

Shhh, it soothed. It’s okay. This feels nice, doesn’t it?

Brent had to admit that it did.

Then how can it be wrong?

Brent only now noticed how much the voice sounded like Luca’s.

Just enjoy it, like a good boy.

The renewed rush of pleasure that came over Brent almost sent him over the edge. He groaned, couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Oh, yeah, suck me like that, baby. Oh, baby, I’m getting so close, you suck me so good, baby…”

Luca pulled back.

Brent looked down at the hypnotist, unable to hide his disappointment, and was met with Luca’s piercing gaze. Not a bad view, with Brent’s glistening wet cock still close to Luca’s face.

“I’m not your baby, Brent,” Luca said. “You call me Master.”

There was only the tiniest resistance; Brent would say and do anything to be a good boy for his Master, anything to feel Master’s mouth around his cock again…

“Yes, Master.”

The hint of a smile appeared on Luca’s wet lips. “Good boy.”

Brent’s knees buckled as another wave of pleasure hit him. Luca started sucking again, increasing the pace even as he took Brent’s cock deeper and deeper down his throat. Brent reached out and buried his fingers in Luca’s hair – long and dark and soft like a woman’s.

Luca said – or hummed – something without breaking his rhythm. The vibration against Brent’s cock drove him over the edge; he gasped, clenched his fists on Luca’s hair.

“Oh! I’m cumming, Master, I’m–”

Holding Luca’s head in place by his hair, Brent thrust his hips forward, going as deep as he could. He could see Luca’s throat working, swallowing the ropes of Brent’s cum as soon as they came out. It felt amazing, cumming so deep in an eager throat. While Brent stood gasping and moaning, Luca’s hands moved up and ran over Brent’s body, worshipping his muscles.

Post-nut clarity hit, and with it came again the realisation that he’d been getting head from another man – even if it had been mindblowing. More than that: his cock was still inside the man’s mouth, spasming. Luca appeared to be sucking out every last drop of cum, while his hands still posessively roamed Brent’s body.

Brent wanted to stop him, to grab one of Luca’s wrists, but his body simply didn’t obey him. His mind recoiled, and that at least managed to get through to his body – Brent took half a step backward.

Luca made an annoyed sound and grabbed Brent’s ass, pulling him in closer again.

Don’t think about it. Just enjoy.

Even through the confusion and the need to obey, Brent had a moment of clarity. He’d been hypnotised already. How else to explain his behaviour? It must’ve happened when he filled out the form – the spinner!

Unfortunately, knowing this didn’t make it any easier to stay focused and resist. He still felt an overwhelming urge to please and obey Luca – his Master – even if it was the last thing he actually wanted.

Luca sat back again, appraising Brent’s dick. “All nice and wet,” he murmured. “I could get used to this view.”

Brent managed to clench his teeth. Luca noticed.

And laughed.

“It’s no use trying to resist me, Brent,” he sneered. “I control you, body and mind. And what a fine body it is! Step back, let me have a good look again.”

Not wanting to, Brent took a step back. “Yes, Master.” He started showing off again, flexing his muscles as Luca got up from the couch and started circling him, touching him now and then.

“Your dick’s still pretty hard.” Luca gave it a squeeze. “Big, strong man like you, I bet you could go again right now, huh?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You want to go again, don’t you?” Luca laughed again. “You’re just a dumb, horny man, aren’t you? Why else would you get addicted to porn.”

Brent stayed silent, inwardly fuming.

Luca snapped his fingers. “Good boys answer their Master when spoken to!”

Even though Brent had come to expect the rush of pleasure, its intensity still took him by surprise – yet again destroying any resistance in him. “I’m just a dumb, horny man, Master.”

“That’s what I thought!” Luca’s eyes were bright with glee. He considered for a moment. “Undress me.”

Brent couldn’t help but obey. He started unbuttoning Luca’s shirt, brusquely.

“Careful. Yes, like that. Take your time.” Luca leaned in, bringing his face close enough for Brent to feel Luca’s breath on his lips. “You want to punch me in the face, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Brent said through clenched teeth. “Master.”

“Trey was exactly the same!” Luca sounded delighted. “Hold on to that energy, Brent. We’ll turn it into something productive, soon enough.” He patted Brent lightly on the cheek, like Brent was no more than a dog. “Pants. Get down there, be a good boy.”

Brent dropped to his knees and unbuckled Luca’s pants. When he pulled them down, Luca’s own erection almost hit him in the face. His Master’s dick was thin and long, with an upward curve. When the musky smell hit Brent’s nose, he started to salivate. He couldn’t help himself.

“Give it a little kiss.”

Brent did; Luca’s cock was warm against his lips, and faintly salty. He wasn’t as repulsed by it as he thought he’d be – in fact, now that he had another man’s dick in his face, he felt very tempted to just open his mouth, and–

It’s the hypnosis, he told himself, desperate.

Oh, no, the other voice, his Master’s voice, spoke up in his mind. It sounded amused. This is all you. You like this.

No. No, that couldn’t be true.

Luca reached around Brent and picked up a tube of something; he squirted the contents on his fingers and reached behind him. “Now pay attention, Brent.”

“Yes, Master.”

“When I say ‘good boy’, you’re going to turn me over on this couch, and you’re going to fuck me. You’re going to put all that anger and horniness and sexual aggression to some good use.” He winked at Brent. “You’re going to fuck me like you’re the star of those porn videos you like to watch so much.”

“Yes, Master.” To his horror, Brent realised the idea of fucking Luca into oblivion turned him on beyond all reason. His cock was rock hard, ready to go.

Luca’s grin turned feral. “Good boy.”

With a grunt, Brent grabbed the younger man, spun him around and forced him down on the couch. Luca resisted, laughing all the while; he was surprisingly strong, but Brent was bigger and stronger.

Brent reached down to aim his cock at Luca’s lubed-up hole and shoved it in as deep as it would go. Luca cried out – an incredibly satisfying sound that only made Brent push deeper. Fuck, his Master was so tight…

Luca arched his back and Brent’s cock slipped in even further; a quick glance revealed that Brent was almost balls-deep in Luca’s ass.

“Come on, already,” Luca moaned, his voice hoarse. Even without Luca saying ‘good boy’, Brent felt something give way in him. He grabbed Luca by the scruff of his neck and started pounding.

“That’s… right…” Luca said between gasps and moans. “Give me… all… you… got!”

What followed was the best sex of Brent’s life, a fact that would forever haunt him. He fucked Luca relentlessly, at a brutal pace – and it felt amazing. Not so long after he began, Luca started struggling again; Brent pushed him down with a grunt and kept fucking. Luca was moaning and whimpering, high-pitched noises that sounded just like a woman’s.

Fuck, it was so hot.

Luca struggled again, trying to get up – trying to get away, Brent thought. But he wouldn’t let him; his Master had asked for this, his Master deserved this. Brent shifted, wrapping one strong arm around Luca and pinning his Master tight against his body. The slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh filled the tiny room, mixed with Luca’s high-pitched squeals. Brent was sweating freely, soaked even though he’d been at it for less than ten minutes. He didn’t know how long he could keep this up; he was getting close, but not fast enough.

“Oh… oh yeah… right there, y-yeah…” Luca was barely coherent. “H-harder… God, I… f-fucking destroy me…”

With a grunt that sounded like some animal noise, Brent unloaded his balls inside Luca for the second time this afternoon. The intensity of his orgasm surprised him; he hadn’t thought he had this much cum left.

“That’s right… fill me up…”

Brent thrusted slow and deep, breathing heavily, shaking a little from the physical exertion. Nevertheless, he took his time to shove his seed into Luca’s hungry ass. Anything for Master, he thought – while at the same time he struggled against the thought, tried to resist it even now.

“That’s enough,” Luca said after a while. “Get off me.” He flipped around and faced Brent. The young hypnotist was out of breath too, his face flushed and bright pink. “Don’t just stand there. Get down and lick my balls.”

Luca hadn’t said ‘good boy’, but even so, Brent fell to his knees immediately. As he started licking he wondered exactly how deep the hypnosis went, how much power Luca had over him.

He didn’t like the answer.

Luca started stroking his dick. “Mmh, yeah, that’s it… Really get in there, come on.”

Brent buried his face in Luca’s balls, taking one in his mouth and gently sucking it. It was a weird sensation – but his Master’s groans let him know he was doing a good job.

Luca slapped his dick against Brent’s face, bouncing it up and down. “Suck it. I’m getting close.”

Brent’s mind balked at the idea of sucking another man’s dick.

Really? the voice in his mind piped up. After all this, that’s where you draw the line?

It didn’t matter what Brent thought. He wasn’t in control of his body; Luca was. Brent started sucking – and immediately gagged from the unfamiliar sensation of another man’s cock hitting the back of his throat.

Luca laughed as he grabbed hold of Brent’s head. “Don’t worry. I’ll train you up to be a good cocksucker, in time.” He started bobbing Brent’s head up and down, fast. Brent tried to keep up – he didn’t have much choice in the matter – choking all the while.

“Oh!” Luca picked up the pace, spasming. “I’m cumming, don’t stop, I’m – oh, good… boy…” The rest turned into a loud groan.

Ropes of hot cum filled Brent’s throat and mouth. He tried to swallow, which proved too difficult with Luca’s throbbing dick down his throat. Cum dribbled down Brent’s chin.

It tasted… different than he’d expected.

You’ll get used to it.

He would. He didn’t know how he felt about that. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore; he was still hard as a rock, despite having came twice already. He couldn’t deny that tasting his Master’s cum turned him on.

That pleasing his Master made him feel good.

Even if he hated it, he could not change how it made him feel.

Fuck.

Luca had produced a towel from somewhere, handed it to Brent. “Clean yourself up.” While Brent put the towel to his face, Luca got dressed. The hypnotist took a few deep breaths, seemed to compose himself. “Put your clothes back on, Brent. And listen carefully.”

“Yes, Master,” Brent said.

“While you get dressed, you will start to forget everything that happened here. By the time you put your shirt on, you’ll feel relaxed. Happy. Fulfilled.”

Brent started sorting through his clothes on the floor. “Yes, Master.” He felt calmer already when he put his socks on.

“You won’t watch porn anymore. Ever. Whenever you feel the need, you will turn that need to wanting to please me, your Master, instead.” He paused for a moment. “Hell, maybe even put it to use to fuck your wife once in a while too, huh?”

“Yes, Master.” Brent pulled up his pants, feeling good – about himself, about the future, about everything. Already he was having a hard time recalling exactly what had happened during his first hypnotherapy session.

“We’ll see each other every week.” Luca looked Brent up and down. “Maybe more. Ah, and you’ll recruit for me, like Trey does. Keep going to the meetings if you want to, I don’t care. Just bring me more men like you.”

Brent paused before putting on his shirt. “Men like me, Master?”

The hypnotist waved a hand. “You know. Big, strong, manly. Not too bright.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Brent put on his shirt, feeling strong enough take on the world. He couldn’t wait to go home and kiss his wife, to tell her he was all better now.

The young hypnotherapist spoke up, shaking Brent from his reverie. “You did good today, Brent. I think you have a lot of potential.”

“Oh,” Brent said, surprised. He couldn’t really remember much of the session – had, in fact, forgotten there was someone in the room with him. But wow, the way he felt… whatever the young man had done, clearly it had worked. “Thank you. I feel… I feel very different.”

Luca leaned over, and Brent spotted a look of earnest compassion in the man’s bright green eyes. “You take it easy now, Brent. Be kind to yourself. We’ve worked through a lot of issues, even if you can’t remember. But,” he added, “we’ve only barely scratched the surface.”

That… sounded right. Brent nodded thoughtfully. They both got up, Luca escorting Brent to the front door. “You know,” Brent said, “I was skeptical at first. I mean, before today, I didn’t really believe in hypnosis.”

“I get that a lot,” Luca said, the picture of modesty. Brent felt a little bad for the unkind thoughts he had before – thinking the hypnotist was coming on to him. Clearly Luca was a stand-up guy.

“But I think I see it now,” Brent went on. “I see how this could change my life.”

Luca only smiled.