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"So, where's the rest of the team?" I whispered to Doc when Chris excused himself to hit the
bathroom. "That part's easy, Kyle," Doc said. "Since we have the most work to do with Chris taking
orders from you, I thought we should work with him privately first." "Good thinking, Doc," I said,
grinning. The plan had been that Doc was going to do some preparation during the week and then we'd
get together on Saturday so I could watch him program Chris and the others to let me be in charge.
That's why I was sort of surprised when Doc called me Thursday and told me to meet him at Chris'
apartment that evening after I got off duty. The official reason I was to give Chris for wanting to
come over was, I wanted another try at learning those visualization techniques. But who cared about
that shit? I was getting what I wanted, and I was going to get it early. Woo-hoo! The rest of the
day, I was flying high. Chris busted my ass all over the place, riding me like his own personal
mule. He had me running so late I even had to go directly over to his place after work--didn't have
a chance to stop by my place to change out of my uniform. I put up with his shit the whole day,
grinning to myself and thinking, Just you wait, Chris, ol' buddy--you're about to get yours. I
probably should have begged off because, the way Chris had run me ragged all day, I was exhausted
and irritable when I got to his place. Hell, I was two steps away from a headache. I just wanted to
relax, have a beer, and veg out in front of the tube; and if it weren't for the fact that I
deserved to be in charge of the team as soon as possible, I would have postponed it until Saturday
like Doc and I originally planned. So when we were all sitting in Chris' living room again, Doc
offered to help Chris demonstrate how learning the techniques would work. Doc said, "Kyle, are you
ready to begin?" Just sitting there with half a beer in me, tired as I was, was making me sleepy. I
was still fighting off that headache, but I said, "Sure, Doc," barely managing to suppress my grin.
"Chris, how about you?" "Uh, you're the boss, Doc." Not exactly, I thought, not for long. "So,
Chris, can you remember a time when you were really motivated to do something?" "Sure. Lots of
times." "Pick one particular time. Was there ever a situation in which you were exceptionally
motivated?" "Yeah." "What about you, Kyle? Do you remember a time when you were exceptionally
motivated?" I guess I looked a little surprised for a second, because I hadn't expected him to get
me involved in it, but I said, "Yeah." Doc turned back to Chris. "What did that feel like, Chris?
Can you tell me about one time when you felt particularly motivated? What did it feel like to be
totally motivated?" "It felt--" "Being motivated makes you feel good, right?" "Yeah." "Remember how
good it felt? Just like those times when I hypnotized you. Being motivated helps you focus, relax,
and let go. Remember?" "Yeah ..." "What happens to you as you begin to feel motivated?" "I relax
and let go ..." "That's right. Just like you're doing now. Right, Chris?" "... right ..." Already
Chris' voice was getting quieter, softer, more distant. "You're such a good subject. It's so easy
for you to feel motivated. You're already feeling that way again. So pleasant, so relaxed, so
focused. The same way you feel when you let me hypnotize you. Yes. You're letting me hypnotize you
again now, aren't you, Chris?" "... yeah, I am ..." "Because it helps you feel so good. You like
this relaxed feeling, don't you? Just let your thoughts drift, Chris." I listened to Doc hypnotize
Chris, and I couldn't help wondering how it felt. Did it really feel that good, or was Doc just
saying that? I did some of the breathing exercises along with Chris--on the sly, without letting
Doc see me doing it--and it helped me relax a little, helped keep that headache at bay. No harm in
that, huh? I watched the Doc talk Chris down. The more he worked him, the more fixated I became on
the process. I wanted to remember it all. As I listened, running his words over in my head so I
wouldn't forget them, I could practically feel the power the Doc had over Chris. The room was full
of this strong presence, Doc's presence. Sometimes Doc screwed up and called Chris "Kyle," like he
was talking to me too or something, but when he'd do that I'd just grunt or say yeah, and he'd move
on. Mostly, though he seemed pretty focused on Chris, and vice versa, like they'd forgotten I was
there. All the better--that way I could concentrate on learning the "talk" so I could use it later
on. "Just listening to my voice helps you feel so pleasantly relaxed, doesn't it, Chris?" Doc was
saying. "Listening to my voice helps you bring back that feeling you get whenever you're
hypnotized. The feeling you're getting again now. So relaxed. Body so relaxed and so heavy. Getting
so very hard to think clearly. Drifting back into that pleasant state of hypnosis. Like you're
drifting off to sleep. Sleep now, Chris. Close your eyes and sleep." When Chris' eyes closed and
his head dropped forward, I leaned in more, almost not believing my eyes. Actually seeing it happen
in front of me reinforced my interest in learning the "talk." I had to make sure I had it all down
exactly. "Is this where you tell him I'm in charge?" I whispered. "Not yet," Doc said. "First, I
need to work on reinforcing some of his previous suggestions, including some of the--er--escort
suggestions. Then I'll give him the new suggestions. Be patient, Kyle. He'll soon be all yours. It
might go faster if you'd be willing to help out, though." "Huh? How?" "Part of his escort training
is in massage and that always works best if he's giving one when I feed him the suggestions. Sort
of like a visual aid. You see my point, don't you?" It kinda made sense to me, and I wanted Chris
under my control. So I agreed, hiding my impatience. "I guess so." "Why don't you take off your
shirt and stretch out on the carpet there so he can massage you. You probably need it, after the
way you said he was running you this afternoon." "I dunno ..." "Come on--it'll make you feel great.
Think of it as the first of a lot of perks to come." "Well ... okay. Sure." So I pulled off my
uniform shirt and tee-shirt and stretched out on Chris' nice, thick carpeting, on my stomach. Yeah,
a massage would feel good. I was in charge now, so I deserved some perks. Chris straddled my hips,
and his hands began to knead my shoulder muscles. Felt pretty good, and I've always loved getting
my back rubbed. I sighed and felt myself settle down into the thick carpet. "Feel good, Kyle?" Doc
asked. "Mmm-hmm," I said. "That's it, Chris. It makes you feel good to make someone else feel
good." Doc started talking Chris through the process of massaging my back, always telling him how
much massaging each muscle group helped him relax and sink deeper into hypnosis. Every now and
then, Doc would ask me if it felt good, if it was helping me relax, and I'd always mumble something
to let him know that, yeah, it sure did. "Have you noticed what he's doing, Kyle?" Doc asked as
Chris worked down my lats. "His hands are slowing down, aren't they? Like your breathing. Relaxing.
Slowing down. He's making deep, long strokes. Just like you're taking deep, long breaths. So
relaxing." "I guess so--" Doc cut me off. "Shhh ... Don't say anything. Just listen. Concentrate on
Chris' hands and how good they feel. Each stroke confirming your power over him, each stroke
allowing you to relax in the security of being his superior." Like I said, I was dog-tired, with a
beer on my empty stomach, and Chris was pretty good at what he was doing. Doc was yammering, sure,
but I just shut him out. I guess I started to doze off. Chris rolled me over, which made me wake
back up a little. Chris started massaging my shoulders and pecs--nobody had ever done that to me
before, but it felt really nice. He was straddling me, and his ass resting lightly over my crotch
made me start getting hard. Maybe that should have embarrassed the shit out of me, but it didn't,
exactly--I mean, I still had my pants on. What was Doc talking about? Something about numbers. I'm
pretty good with numbers, and I could practically see them in my head when he said them: 84, 83, 82
... He was telling me how the countdown would lead to the SEAL's final fall, his total loss of
power. Giving it all away. He was slowing down a little with each one, saying things between the
count about how hard it was getting to remember the number that came next. I tried to raise my head
up and look at him. Why was it so hard to move? Why were my eyelids so heavy and hard to open? I
managed, "Y'r trying ... t' hyp'tize ... me ..." "That's right, Kyle," Doc said. "You're already in
a light state of hypnosis, and it's so easy to just let go and relax and go even deeper. Let's
resume the count, okay? 81, feel yourself relaxing back ... 80, eyelids so heavy, starting to shut
again ... 79 ...so tired and enjoying that feeling as you sink deeper ..." I was exhausted. I could
see the numbers in my head as he counted them down, and my eyes closed, and my head sank back down
on the carpet. Doc kept counting. I kept getting hung up--losing track of what number came next,
like he said I would, and that was all right. It didn't bother me. It was that dreamy feeling you
get when you're dozing off, nearly asleep. I felt Chris' hands move down my stomach. Doc kept
counting, giving me these easy instructions, giving some to Chris too, and I just let it all
happen. It felt like my mind was tilting back and sliding down, down into some dark hole in the
back of my head. Chris' hands worked at my belt, then the crotch of my uniform pants, opening them.
Opening my boxers too. Something warm and moist and smooth on the head of my erection, when the
flaps of my boxers were folded away. An even better feeling washed over me, and I sank the rest of
the way down into sleep. I sat up. At first I didn't remember where I was. Oh, yeah--Chris'
apartment. Doc was sitting over there still, reading a magazine. My pants were still fastened--had
I just dreamed that part? "Well," Doc said, not even looking up as I reached for and struggled into
my tee-shirt. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Enjoy your nap?" "Hypnotizing me wasn't part
of our deal," I snapped as I pulled on my uniform shirt too. "Where's Chris?" "He went out on a
call," Doc said, smiling. "Got to keep the business running, you know. Don't worry--he never
remembers much about these ... business dealings." When he said that, I thought about having all
that power over Chris and the team. The minute the word "Power" crossed my mind, I began to see
these numbers flash by--84, 83, 82 ...--and I started feeling a little dizzy. Doc looked up,
smiled, and returned to his magazine. "Relax, Kyle," he said as my eyes began to close and my world
faded to darkness. "Sleep now, and don't worry about a thing. You're going to get exactly what
you've wanted all along." Entertainers I was a little worried about Kyle. I mean, he was out like a
light when the Doc woke me up. Kyle lay sprawled out on the floor, his uniform pants down around
his ankles, boxers ripped to shreds around his waist. It looked like he had cum gallons--there was
cum all over his abs and pecs. "Chris, you have an appointment with the team soon. Remember, the
team has volunteered to help out that kid's soccer team?" Doc reminded me. "Oh, shit! I nearly
forgot, Doc. I'll grab my stuff and get the team out there." I don't know how I could have
forgotten about the soccer team. Seems the Doc had signed me and the rest of the team up to do his
nephew's victory party. They had won the Regionals and were having a party downtown. Still, I was
worried about Kyle. "Is he going to be okay?" I asked the Doc, pointing at Kyle. Sure, he was a
shit and all, but he was still my teammate and that made him my concern. Doc just smiled at me.
"Don't worry, Chris. Kyle needs my help, and I need some time alone with him to make sure we have a
breakthrough. Just like you did when I helped you back in college." With that, I let go of all my
concern. Doc would take care of everything. I started thinking instead about the soccer team party.
Doc said that the kids, especially his nephew Danny, were SEAL-wannabes and would be psyched if we
showed up. Just to hang for a while and act like good role models. Josh, Cole, and Justin were all
waiting for me downstairs. They were in the Explorer all dressed up in SEAL gear, which I had put
on before leaving my apartment. When I left Doc was talking to Kyle as he slept on my floor. I felt
much better that the Doc was gonna take care of Kyle. He was just what Kyle needed. Doc was so good
with guys who had problems; he had helped me when I needed it, and now he was going to help Kyle
get better too! "Okay, guys, lets bolt. We don't want to be late and be bad role models," I said,
half-jokingly. If we were gonna do this big bro/li'l bro routine, we had better show up on time at
least. I reached into my pocket and got out the cassette Doc had given me. He had taped the
directions to the party for us so I could drive and follow his instructions.

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 At first, the tape
just got me on the highway, out of town. Doc said that once I got on the highway, it would be about
ten minutes. Nothing but road ahead, so my mind wandered. I could hear Doc's voice on the tape. He
wasn't giving me directions to the house but talking about the party. Pretty soon he mentioned my
special word and I started to become very focused on the road. As I drove by the road signs, Doc
was talking about performances, and how much I--we--loved them. He was telling me about my "act"
and how I could visualize it before I had to do it in person. Driving was a perfect time to
visualize such things, so monotonous and easy to let the mind wander while the other part of the
brain kept the car on the road. I just drifted along in my thoughts about performing. The tape was
perfect. I found my way in no time. In fact, time seemed to fly by while I drove. The guys must
have been beat from the last workout I had given them, 'cause they were all racked out when I
pulled up to the house. The place was impressive--not too big, not too small. It had a long
driveway behind a gate, and then went up to the house ending in a circle drive. The house was a
pretty good size. If I had to guess, I would say Doc's uncle was clearing a good chunk of money to
afford this nice place. It wasn't a mansion, but it was pretty damn nice. The door opened almost
before I rang the bell. At the door stood a kid about 19 years old, brown hair, dark eyes, and from
what I could tell definitely an athlete. He had that lean, muscle bod most good soccer players
have. He started grinning the minute he saw us. It was a funny grin, not the innocent smile of a
kid, but more the same leer I used to see on the SEAL instructors out at Coronado. Like we were
pieces of meat or something. "Dudes! You finally made it. The guys have been here for about an
hour, bugging the shit out of me about when the entertainment would arrive." He turning around and
led us into the house. "Oh, I'm Danny, by the way," he said, tossing his words as an afterthought
over his shoulder. Something seemed weird here. My senses were tingling; something just didn't fit.
"Did he say, the 'entertainment'?" Josh asked from behind me. "Ummm, yeh, he sure did." Justin
said. "What did he mean by that, Chris?" I could tell that the guys had also sensed something
strange. "So," I said to Danny, "are you Doc's nephew?" "I don't know anybody named 'Doc,'" he said
without turning around. We walked to the back of the house. There were a bunch of college guys
sitting around what looked like a game room. Not an ordinary game room, though. It was loaded: pool
table, wide screen TV, full-up stereo system, every grown-up toy imaginable. The stereo was playing
some dance music, and some of the guys were showing off their moves to each other. All the couches
and chairs were sorta placed in a square, leaving a large open area in the middle of them. What was
that for? "Guys, our SEAL friends have arrived. We can start as soon as everyone is ready." Danny
broadcast the news of our arrival like he was just announcing dinner was served. It was strange.
Turning toward us, Danny smiled and asked if we liked the Backstreet Boys. I was surprised by the
question, so I just shrugged. The Backstreet Boys? What did that matter? "Well, um, sure," I
stammered. "If you guys want to listen to that, it's cool with us." Instantly, the Backstreet boys
came on over the speakers--up-tempo and loud, too-- and the Danny's friends started clapping to the
beat. Danny never took his eyes off us. He walked up to me and waived the rest of the guys over to
him. With one simple word--the word "Perform"--he explained the deal with us. The moment he said
that, the whole world became crystal clear in my head. It let me just take a mental step back and
concentrate on the job I was there to do. Like my body was on auto-pilot or something. Damn, I just
love this job. I love performing. I guess it's the exhibitionist in me. Ever since I can remember,
I've gotten off on showing off my body and letting dudes see all of me, and these dudes were more
than ready for a show. They were hootin' and hollerin' as me and my boys started to strut our stuff
on their makeshift dance floor. We have some real athletic moves. It was my idea to do the military
role thing. See, I knew dudes loved military guys, and four mil studs stripping and dancing in
front of horny dudes was exactly the scene Danny was paying for. When you drop the kind of serious
dough for a strip show he was paying us, you expect to get your money's worth. I was going to make
sure Danny never regretted spending the money. Who knows--maybe he and his friends would become
regular customers. It felt so right. The more we danced, the more I wanted to take my clothes off.
Like I said, I have an exhibitionist streak, and times like this when the world gets all clear and
focused like this, it just naturally comes out. Josh seemed to be feeling the same way; he wasted
no time finding Danny in the crowd and dancing in his lap, began to pull off his desert camo top.
Under his top, he had a ripped brown tee-shirt which showed off parts of his pecs, hard nipples,
and of course that six-pack he was so proud of. Danny seemed to be having a ball! "Fuck, yah,
SEAL-boy! Strip for me," Danny screamed out. "Show me that hard body you gonna be giving up to me.
This one is mine, bros!" Danny declared. His friends all seemed to be cool with that 'cause they
all just laughed and applauded. While Danny was announcing his choice, the rest of us moved in on
some of his friends and started to do lap dances for them as well. I went over to the cute blond
who had been eyeing me up since we started. His hands flew to my crotch without a moment's
hesitation. That was fine by me. That was the second thing I loved, having a dude's hands all over
me. I've always known my place, and I love letting dudes have my body for their enjoyment. It just
feels so right, you know? The blond boy's eyes bulged as I ripped my tee-shirt to shreds above him.
He took in my ripped pecs and my abs glistening with sweat. His hand ran over my pecs and abs, and
he let out this primal moan that would put anyone in the mood for some hard fucking. This boy was
starved for man-sex. I could tell. I reached down to my camo button fly and released my cock for
him. Blondy grabbed this cute, innocent-looking guy next to him who was also staring at my cock and
pushed his face into my eight inches of stiff meat. The kid looked scared, but Blondy wasn't taking
no for an answer. "Suck it, Bobby," Blondy yelped with a giggle. "It's your first cock, but ya
gotta start sometime." "Bobby" was getting into it and started to suck me off--doing pretty good
for a first-timer. Blondy moved in behind me and finished the job by pulling my camo pants off my
body. All I had to do was lift my legs one at a time for him. To be honest, I was so into watching
Bobby suck his first cock, I almost didn't notice until I was totally naked and Blondy was rubbin'
his hard cock up my crack. When I looked over my shoulder to see if Blondy wanted to shove his hot
tongue down my throat, I saw Justin and Cole were up on the pool table, tossing the remains of
their "uniforms" out into the crowd of half-naked, horny guys. Justin reached down to his field
bag, opened it up, and dumped it on the pool table at his feet. Hundreds of condoms came flying
out. Every kind of condom known to man was in there--jumbo, ribbed, lubricated, multicolor--hell,
there were even camouflage condoms! There were also small plastic vials of lube. There was enough
lube and latex there to handle an orgy of three hundred! Once Justin and Cole were naked, the boys
couldn't keep their hands off them. Pulling on their ankles and calves brought Justin and Cole down
to their hands and knees, face to face. They wasted no time taking advantage of the situation by
sucking on each other's tongues. A couple of Danny's friends climbed on the table and started to
prep Justin's and Cole's assholes with lube. That was when my blond boy yanked my head further
around so he could look into my eyes as his tongue stretched down my throat. I was in heaven. "You
got a hot body, SEAL-boy," Blondy hissed in my ear. "I'm gonna fuck your hard body. A boy like you
must love getting his ass fucked--don't you, SEAL-boy?" My answer came out like it was
preprogrammed--I didn't even think about it. "Fuck, yes sir!" I shouted over the music as Bobby
sucked me off and Blondy fingered my ass. "I love getting my ass plowed, Sir!" I was totally lost
in the moment. Everything felt so right, with Bobby sucking my cock and Blondy getting ready to
fuck me. Hell, even the thought of Cole and Justin getting gang-banged by the ten boys around the
pool table seemed right. Any time I had any hint of worry or concern for my boys, that word would
pop into my head: "Perform." Just as Blondy was getting my ass ready, that kid Danny came over.
"Hold it," Danny said. "I told you that one is mine. You and Bobby can suck him and stuff, but you
don't get his hole--that's mine!" The look on Blondy's face said it all. He was disappointed, but
he wasn't going to cross Danny. Danny was obviously the leader of this team. Danny moved me over to
the couch set up by the entertainment center. He bent me down over the back of the couch so that I
was facing the TV. Something on the screen caught my eye. Some amateur porn movie? No--somewhere
there was a video camera recording Danny bending me over the couch. As I looked into the TV, I was
looking almost directly into the camera as well. "That's right, SEAL-boy. Danny plans on having a
keepsake of this fuck. If you think I'm gonna pay this kind of money for a piece of ass, even four
of them, and not have anything to remember it by, you're crazy." Danny had a bit of malice in his
voice. He was not someone to fuck with. As I looked into the TV, I started to fade out of reality
for a bit. When I came back Danny had his thick cock halfway up my fuck hole. Damn, he fit so well
inside me. Given a choice, I would never let him take it out. He was perfect. Damn, if he didn't
know how to use it too. He fucked like a pro! "That's it, SEAL-boy. Take my cock like a champ, you
whore!" Danny seemed to really enjoy my ass. He was pounding on me like no one else ever had. Every
time he slammed into me, he forced my cock deeper into Bobby's mouth, making Bobby moan because of
the way my cock jumped down his throat. Still, I gotta give the boy credit--he never stopped
sucking me. Go, Bobby, go! After fucking me for about ten minutes, Danny wanted to see the rest of
the show. Without pulling out of me, he guided me over to the pool table and bent me over it,
driving my face in the middle of Justin and Cole's. All three of us were getting fucked, and I
never felt better! Danny's cock pounding away inside my ass. Justin and Cole were all glassy-eyed
from getting fucked so many times. It was funny too; they never said a word except for the
occasional "Fuck me harder, Sir!" Sometimes I could have sworn I heard Cole whispering over and
over again: "perform, perform, perform." It was intense. I could tell Danny was getting close. He
was moaning louder as he assaulted my ass faster. Soon, he was pulling out of my ass, and I felt
his hot juice spray all over my ass and back. I never felt more complete in my whole life. I loved
this job--almost as much as I loved being a SEAL. "Now you get to fuck him, Bobby," Danny said. And
sure enough, it wasn't twenty seconds before I had a new cock inside me and that completed feeling
was returning to me again. Cole and Justin were trading out fuck-partners as well. I could see the
cum from their last fucks running down their backs and ass-cheeks. Both of them had smiles on their
faces. Eventually, we were all in a mound of flesh on the pool table. Somebody produced a video
camera--or maybe he had had it going all along--and videotaped Cole, Justin, and me sucking each
other in a daisy chain, all twenty guys rooting us on. Finally, Danny came over and gave us the
release we needed when he said, "You can cum now, SEAL-boys!" With just those words, we all blew
our loads into each others' mouths, letting only small amounts dribble over our lips. That's when
the soccer team gave us this huge standing ovation. "Thanks, guys," Danny said as he saw us to the
door. "The whole team really appreciated you coming over. Maybe you can come by again after we win
the Nationals." He gave me a wicked grin and a wink. I shook my head clear as I came out of my
daze. "Sure thing, Danny. We'd be happy to help out any way we can. Good luck at the Nationals."
Damn, what a lame thing to say, but I'd been daydreaming when the kid was talking to me, thinking
that all that fucking I remembered couldn't have really happened, could it? With that, Danny smiled
and closed the door. I turned toward the guys. "Let's get out of here. I'm beat, and I could sure
use a nap." The only responses I got were tired moans of agreement. When I got back home, the place
was empty, and I crawled into bed. Boy, was I tired! I guess talking with kids and playing their
games can take a lot out of you. 

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