Discovering a 'Tist

Chapter 1

"Oh you love that don't you" Michael smiled. "I had a feeling you'd prefer getting fucked, though I knew you just wanted to be domed more than anything else."

Ash's eyes were starting to water up in the edges, as his ass took more and more pounding. The falsely innocent picture of the two of them just sitting together holding one hand shattered in Ash's mind as he continued to get railed. Michael left him like that for longer and longer, just peacefully smiling at him as the cock pressed further and further against Ash's g-spot. He couldn't believe how real the sensation felt to him, having taken cocks before Ash knew exactly what it felt like to be fucked, and now Michael could make that happen with a single word.

"Okay, now one just for me" Michael said breaking the silence, "Double Time". Ash felt a second cock plunge down his throat to join in fucking him with the first. His neck angled up slightly as he felt his throat opened and stuffed with the same cock pounding his ass. They spit roasted him as he sat there, and his eyes began to water in earnest, pleasure welling up inside him as he sat immobilized and penetrated from both ends. His cock throbbed in time with the fucking, and his breathing started to come in ragged gasps.

The mounting feelings rising inside Ash had nowhere to go, he couldn't writhe or moan as he was taken from both ends, he couldn't even ask to stop to catch his breath. His mouth felt so full of cock plunging in and out he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to speak without the command gagging him. His ass started to feel sore and stretched as the cock inside him kept pumping rhythmically, never stopping or adjusting, just fucking and fucking and fucking.

Michael looked at him with an adoring smile. "You are in absolute heaven right now, aren't you?" he asked, and all Ash could do was glance at him with bleary eyes as pleasure overwrote the functioning in his brain.

"You know I could make you orgasm from this don't you?" he asked him. "I'm guessing you haven't been able to touch yourself over the last few days? That was the effect of the first file in that list I gave you, keeping you frustrated and on edge so that you'd be even more sensitive, even more receptive to everything I was planning to do to you."

Ash understood, and not only were his suspicion confirmed, but a deeper realization clicked into place. Michael was taking control. Seemingly he had complete control right now, as the cocks alternated pistoning up and down into him at the same time, and he was powerless to do anything but accept them. That was right... Ash just needed to accept the pleasure being given to him. He needed to be a good boy and take whatever Mister Mesmer gave to him. He watched Michael bring his other hand up to his ear and ready into a snap.

"That's such a good boy Ash, I can see it in your eyes... that submission... that acceptance... why don't you be such a good boy for me and Drop into that pleasure."

Ash's world went dark and his mind went blank, only the gentle feelings of being fucked senseless in the background kept him company as he drifted through the inky pleasurable feelings he'd grown so accustomed to. Eventually the feelings of his holes being used faded away like everything else, and he just floated through space, resonating with pleasure.

When Ash next came to he felt himself rising, the blank expression slowly dropping from his face as he regained his awareness. He was still with Michael, and they were in an elevator rising up quite a few stories.

"Good boy" Michael said, sending a shiver down Ash's spine, "You know you're wonderfully adept at going into trance?"

"I do... actually," Ash answered with a groggy awareness, "apparently I'm 'highly suggestible'? I don't know I looked into it and it feels weird, like I'm especially prone to being manipulated or something, I kinda hate it..." he trailed off.

"No, don't hate it at all. It doesn't mean you're prone to anything necessarily, it just means you have a wonderful imagination, and it means you can experience any of the things you'd want to experience far more easily than most. I'll admit after dropping you back at the park, you have been one of the best hypnotic subjects I've had the pleasure of working with in some time."

Ash's cock throbbed involuntarily when Michael said that word, and he must have reacted enough to notice because Michael immediately started toying with him.

"Why did you just shudder there? Was there something pleasurable? Did something I say fill you body and mind with pleasure?"
Every time the word left Michaels lips Ash felt tingles dancing over his cock and warmth seep out from his core.

"Does it really bring you so much pleasure? Just hearing me say the word? Just hearing me reference pleasure, even if I'm just saying the word in passing?"

Ash felt his body racked with heat and arousal, building and building as the elevator finished climbing. It dinged at floor 23 and an even stronger rush of pleasure passed through him like a tidal wave, cascading down from the top of his head and setting every nerve along his torso alight as it rushed down to his crotch. He almost stumbled out of the elevator before Michael caught him, and helped him back to his feet, unable to stop himself from moaning quietly, but audibly.

"Sorry I forgot to mention that I gave you some triggers on the way here, it was a very productive walk from the park, and we even stopped to grab you a change of clothes." Ash looked up at him with aroused befuddlement, and Michael gestured to a bag that had been sitting in Ash's hand the whole time. They stepped out of the elevator, and he looked inside it, finding a pair of 5' shorts and a colorful tank-top, along with a new set of Calvin Kleins.

Ash looked back to Michael, still flustered, but now feeling more puzzled than anything else. "When did this happen? And why get me these? There's got to be almost $100 of clothes in this bag?"

Michael smiled back at him pleasantly, "Don't worry, you were in trance the whole time, but you were really enjoying trying on this outfit, so I decided to repay you for being such a pleasurable hypnotic subject by getting you something you'd look cute in."

There was the word again, thrusting pleasure into Ash like it was being injected with a needle.

"Oh and I bought you some extra underwear because you're going to cum your pants the moment we enter the hotel room."

Ash's face went pale, and he felt blood rushing down to his cock with new ferocity.

"What do you mean?" He asked shakily, as they stood just outside the elevator doors.

"Exactly what I said, we're in room 2343, and every step we take towards it from here will pump your cock so full of pleasure you'll be practically edging the whole walk there, then the moment you step inside you'll explode into those cute tight jeans you're wearing and ruin your poor underwear. I told you it was a very productive walk. Now let's go."

Ash barely had time to register what he had heard before Michael began pushing him along, and in moments he felt what Michael had been describing. The feelings he was getting from the p-word were a sensual, gradual experience, drifting out across his whole person. But here instead it was like every step he took was an injection of pure arousal directly into the shaft of his cock.

In 10 steps he was doubled over and whimpering, the feelings so intense flowing up and down the length of his penis that he thought it was going to burst. In 20 steps he fell to his knees moaning out loud, Michael still just smiling at him for a moment, then reaching down to grab him by his elbow and pull him along towards the room. Every step sent shockwaves of heat as Ash was pulled along, until he felt so close to cumming he was certain he wouldn't make it to the door.

Step after step he was forced to take, and every one left Ash shaking and holding his crotch, so much intense pleasure stabbing at him it was almost painful. Until the room number 2343 appeared in front of him, and he was pushed through the door.

His cock erupted in pleasure, gushing out load after load as his vision went hot white. He felt himself collapse to the floor, his body convulsing as he came in his pants, his balls tightening and unloading a torrent of cum, soaking the fabric over his crotch. He wasn't sure if he could even hear his own moaning over the ringing in his ears as his body emptied itself on the floor, and Michael followed him into the room, the door closing shut behind him.