We met in one of those writer's groups conventions for gay adult writers i.e. gay porn. We both shared an interest in mind control and submission. We had done some e-mail talks about our work and made sure we'd both be at the convention that was ½ way between our cities. To be honest his stories on jocks going under and down were the hottest and when he said he liked my works I got this charge of attraction.

Well one thing led to another and I found myself telling him of a long held secret desire to be hypnotized. Now you got to understand I'm no kid. In my early 40's not bad looking and, to be frank, usually preferring top roles in sexual encounters with guys. I mean I like cock but sucking another guy off was never a big deal to me and as for ass-play on my butt ......not my scene.

He said he could 'do me up right hypnotically'. That should have been the clue but as I said the guy's stories were so hot it was like I was predisposed to like the guy. Call it seduction by writing but the stories and the man were kind of mixed up in my mind already.

We went to his place to talk in pvt.He asked me to get comfortable in a chair and then he began to speak in a quiet voice telling me to breathe in deep.

I was not feeling different but figured I'd give it a shot and hell I was drawn to him anyway. I began deep breathing and started holding it in for a two count as he directed. He just kept talking as I breathed deeply until I felt a bit woozy from the rapid oxygen intakes. I thought I'd stop but found I felt so relaxed that it was impossible to do so. The room got fuzzy but his soft firm voice just took over as he told me to relax. Soon I was feeling numb but great.

He told me I'd feel tingling in my toes and damn I did! Soon it slowly moved up to my feet and from there, as he instructed me, up my legs and to my abs. By the time it hit my chest I was experiencing......hell not sure but it was so calm. He was in front of me smiling and I just smiled back. He had a nice smile. It drew you in I swear!

He finally told me that my whole body would feel calm, relaxed, and good ......and I did man....I truly did. We then went on an elevator inside the room... yeah I know there could not be one in a room ... but hell man it was there and as we rose up I floated. We left the doorway of the elevator and we walked into a room. It would be the room that would open my world to a new life of sheer rapture. But how a room got into another room...hell who cares now.

I never felt so free and even though I was calm and drifting I could feel my cock straining to get out of my pants. He must have known cause he told me to strip to my cottons and I did till I was in front of him in my briefs. Then he gently placed a hand on my forehead and told me that he was sucking all resistance and willpower out of me and putting it in my briefs. I had this pulling feeling in my mind, like a rushing stream. It made a mental noise as it flowed from me.... I swear I heard my will leave me and flood my briefs. It was like my cotton brief was full of my alpha manhood. He told me to strip them off and give them to him forever. I did and in that second I was his! AND I LOVED IT MAN!

There I was buck-naked and feeling like I longed to do whatever he wanted. He was never sexier than at that moment and when he told me to undress him I wanted to shout my surrender to him. I undressed my man so carefully reveling in that the unveiling of his sexy powerful body. Funny, when we first met I had not realized how hot he was. What an idiot I was.

He told me to get on my knees and kiss his manhood. I was aroused like never before. When I kissed that head I nearly shot. I had never realized how hot sucking cock was. No, how hot sucking my master's cock was. As he faced fucked me I experienced powerful urges that must have been long dormant. He tasted fantastic. I just didn't want my master's cock. I needed it!!!

As I worshiped my master's throbbing manhood he whispered how he knew how badly I needed it, wanted it, desired it. He knew! I was crazy for its taste, it's feel. I wanted to suck him forever. As I worked its every inch reveling in its texture he reminded me how much of a boy I was and how he also knew how bad I needed to get butt-fucked by him. And, as he spoke it, I knew it was true. My hole muscles throbbed to feel him in me.

He suddenly pulled me up and led me to the bed. My mouth dripped with his taste as he lowered me on my back and had me spread my legs and await his pleasure. I was so turned on by it all. There I lay legs pulled to my shoulders waiting his entrance and feeling the cool air on my cherry chute. He asked me if I was sure I wanted it and the room filled with my pleas of desperation. Getting fucked by him was the only thing I wanted. To submit. To serve him. To be his docile bitch was my only desire now. How could I not have liked getting fucked? As he entered me with a grin I felt my alpha image drown in a sea of pleasure. He wanted me. He was going to seed me. I was his bitch boy. As he fucked me into eternal submission my mind blew all its circuits. When I felt his hot cum gush in my chute I knew I was where I longed to be.... Plowed open, riding his cock. As he withdrew I blasted my boy juices over myself. I cleaned myself and then my master's cum covered dick. The taste of it was powerfully erotic.As a gift my master let me rim him. I slurped away in a dreamy bliss of rapture. I was eating out my man's hole! I found myselfinwardly thanking him for my transformation. My master's slave. I was home!