Hypno-trouble - 4. Section 4

HYPNO-TROUBLE.

From Section 3.

Todd's eagerness for the music shop got him his way of course and they headed back towards the city centre.

"Hey, Tim! Check out that shop."

"Oh yeah!"

 

Section 4.

Trust them to be drawn to it. They crossed the road and stood looking at the display of an adult erotica shop. The window on one side had ladies' stuff and the other side was for guys. Tim and Todd were talking about everything while Jerry kept checking nervously to see if the passers-by were noticing them.

"Hey, I know that guy. I've seen him with Justin."

The attendant behind the counter was writing something in a book when Tim brought them all in.

"Hi guys, just having look?"

"Um yeah. Where's the gay section?"

Tim wasn't looking quite so game now that they were inside and Jerry could see his eyes flicking here and there.

"Well it's in the restricted area, but you're a bit young aren't you?"

"It's not for me. It's for Jerry, but were all eighteen."

The guy laughed, and right then took in Tim's T-shirt. His eyes lit up in appreciation, moved to check out the rest, then widened when he looked at Jerry's.

"Wow! Where'd you get those? At the market?"

Jerry's own nerves relaxed slightly at the tone of his question. He sounded friendly. Jerry never would have come into one of these places without having to and this was a definite first. They talked about the t-shirts and Tim quickly bounced right back to his normal self.

"Your name's Bradley isn't it?"

"How d'you know that?"

"You know my brother Justin."

"Hey wow, small world. Is he going back to Uni this year?"

"Yeah, in about a month. We are old enough though. We just don't look it. Show Bradley your license, Jerry."

Bradley had a look.

"Well, Jerry's nineteen. He can go in."

"We didn't bring our licences with us, because it was his turn to drive."

"Right, make sure you bring them next time won't you."

They were grinning now, both understanding each other completely.

"He only wants one of those g-string jocks you've got in the window."

"No probs then. There's stacks of different kinds though. Do you know what style you want Jerry?"

"Um. No, not really."

I don't want a g-string. I don't want a g-string. Jerry's mind was yelling again. Fat lot of good that did.

"He's going in a wet-jocks competition and we're helping him."

A wet-jocks competition? Jerry hoped this was just a made up excuse.

"Bright red's a good colour then. It catches everyone's eye. But why don't you use a thong, Jerry? It would be even more effective and you look like you're in good enough shape."

"Jerry's in terrific shape. He was showing us some poses last night. Show Bradley your six-pack, Jerry."

Jerry pulled his shirt up and tightened his muscles.

"Take it right off and do it properly. He acts shy but he's not really."

This made Bradley laugh.

"He can't be too shy if he wears a shirt like that."

Jerry took off the monstrosity and Sam held it for him.

"Wow, That's a great bod. Definitely go for the thong."

"Can he try one on?"

"Well, not really. We haven't got changing rooms and they're non-returnable for health reasons."

"How will we know the right size?"

Bradley hesitated.

"I'll tell you what. You're not joshing me about this are you? Because if the packaging has been opened we have to sell for half price."

"No way, we're really dinkum aren't we, Jerry?"

Jerry's nod seemed to help Bradley decide.

"Okay. Look, I'll let you use the store-room. Do you want the red ones?"

Jerry nodded again. Anything to get this over with.

"Now, there's normal ones, like a pouch, or you can get high risers which hold you vertical all the time."

"Normal ones."

"Hang on, Jerry. The others might help you win."

Bradley pulled out a catalogue.

"He's right, Jerry. Have a look at this. You can see how sexy they are."

Oh hell. They would look like he had a permanent boner.

"Is it a real wet jocks competition where they put water on to check your shape?"

"Yeah, that's right."

This imaginary competition was getting more and more involved.

"Get a light colour then. Light colors really show you off the best of all. White's the most effective but it's not a very interesting color. I reckon light blue would match your skin."

Bradley opened a little packet, took out a tiny piece of material, handed it over then left them to it. Jerry gaped at the thong. It looked small enough to put in his wallet.

"It'll fit, Jerry. It's meant to stretch."

A couple of minutes later Jerry was the center of attention with Tim, Todd and Sam staring at him.

"God! It couldn't be any smaller could it?" You wouldn't have to wet it either. You can already see through."

"I reckon it's too tight. Is it comfortable, Jerry?"

"The pouch part is but the string's not."

"Todd, get Bradley so he can tell us if this is right."

When Bradley arrived and let out a whistle, Jerry went bright red.

"Jerry, that's perfect. They're sure going to be able to judge your equipment in those. What's the problem?"

"I think they're a size too small and the string part is very uncomfortable."

"They stretch like that on purpose so your shape stands out, and the string's always like that at first. Keep wearing them and you soon won't even notice it."

"We want a red g-string pair as well. Just ordinary ones."

Bradley fetched those and this time he stayed while Jerry swapped to the g-string.

"Jerry, you look sensational in this gear. You did say you were posing your body last night didn't you?"

Everyone's head turned away from Jerry's midsection to see what was coming next.

"It's just that you would be perfect to help the store out with a promotion we've got coming up. I could really make it worth your while if you did some posing for us."

"Hey, that sounds interesting doesn't it, Jerry? What's the deal?"

"Well, it's a fun night for a group of our regular customers where we have models showing off our special clothing. The deal is that if a customer buys the garment you're modelling then he's allowed to take photos of you in it. They're all gay guys but that won't worry you, and all the models we've had have been happy with the set-up. The last model wasn't much of a success though and he was totally hopeless at putting on an interesting pose, so we've been on the lookout for someone new."

"Go on, Jerry. You know you'd be good at it."

Clenching his jaws and trying to shake his head negatively came out as a nod.

"Yes, I'd love do it."

Bradley looked almost startled.

"You would? Fantastic. ...I'll tell you what."

The last time Bradley said I tell you what, Jerry found himself in this room with a tiny piece of stretchy material wrapped around his dick. What would it lead to this time?

"You can have your gear for free and I'll advance you $100 right now for being such a good sport. There'll be a commission on the night of course, but I don't want to pressure you and if you change your mind that's no problem is either, as long as you let me know by next Monday. Not tomorrow, the one after."

He went out to the counter and Jerry could finally speak.

"Tim, I can't do this. You know I can't."

"Yes you can. It's gonna be so neat getting you ready."

Bradley arrived and handed over $100.

"It doesn't really matter Jerry, but if you can get a more even tan, that goes over well. You don't happen to know any other guys who are into posing do you? We find it's a better night when we have more than one model."

Tim and Todd's heads jerked away from the money.

"Really? Sam poses all the time with Jerry. What about him?"

Bradley was looking slightly puzzled at Todd's comment.

"If he's as fit looking as Jerry he'd be great. "

Poor Sam. Todd had him out of his clothes and into the blue thong in seconds.

"He's perfect for it Todd. But it's his decision."

"Oh, yeah. Of course. It's just that we know he likes doing things with Jerry. You'd think it was great wouldn't you, Sam?"

When Todd said it directly like that Sam had no choice.

"Yes, It would be great."

"Wow! Two good looking models at once. This is unbelievable. Hang on, Jerry, and I'll get you something."

He was back in a few seconds holding a kind of thick rubber ring.

"Here, use this and you'll really impress them at the competition."

The competition? Oh. The non-existent wet jocks competition.

"What is it?"

From their blank looks none of the others knew either.

"It's like a cock ring except not as obvious. If you get caught with a cock ring you'd get laughed off. Slip this on. It makes the most of what you've got without being easy to notice."

Slip it on? He didn't mean now surely?"

"Yeah, slip it on, Jerry, so you can see how it works."

Ha! So Tim could see how it worked was what he really meant. Oh my God! Now he had a rubber band round his dick and balls while Bradley pointed out how it made him stand out.

"It's not too tight is it?"

After more embarrassment while four sets of eyes watched him fiddle with his balls under Bradley's guidance, it was decided to be just the right size. Jerry dressed, and more stuff went into Tim's day-pack. On the slow move to the front door Bradley handed over a business card and explained more details. Thirty people, maybe more, and all strangers. It was freaky enough having just Tim and Todd look at him. Jerry felt funny in his stomach and Sam looked shell-shocked.

No sooner were they on the street than Jerry's mind was back to the great orgasm showing on the front of his shirt. He rested a hand casually over the pink coloring poking out of his cargos, but Tim's sharp eyes soon put a stop to that. They had to rush now because the movie started in twenty minutes and Todd wasn't going to miss out on the music shop. He went straight to the section he wanted and shot his fist in the air.

"Yes, it's here. I heard it'd come in."

He took the CD cover to the counter and asked to listen to one of the tracks, which had him grinning, grooving like a dork, and looking excited all at the same time.

The previews and ads were on by the time they got inside the theater, but they managed to find four seats together about half way to the front. As soon as they sat down Jerry rested his hand in Sam's lap. Sam jumped in surprise then did the same to Jerry. Now what? It did feel good, but he couldn't take his hand away and he felt a panic.

"Tim, what if the lights go on and someone sees?"

The worried whisper in Tim's ear brought a dig in the ribs, and a small degree of relief at the returned whisper.

"Hold hands till it gets started again."

There was movement under Jerry's hand, as Sam quickly turned hard. Jerry followed suit and they both had to move and squirm to adjust themselves. This brought a snort and another dig in the ribs from Tim's side.

"Have you both got boners, Jerry?"

All this whispering would get suspicious too. To Jerry's astonishment Tim's hand pushed Sam's aside, pressed for a quick check, then disappeared again. Sam's hand went back into place and one of his fingers started moving back and forth right where the top of Jerry's dick pressed against his shorts. Jerry made a soft gasp as tingles of sexiness rushed through him. Oh wow. If Sam kept going Jerry knew he'd have a great mess in his jocks. Was he doing it because he wanted to? Or was it a zap from Todd? Sam stopped, to Jerry's mixed relief and frustration, and Jerry made a return movement for Sam. Sam's leg pressed briefly in a friendly message, which Jerry returned. For the next ten minutes they continued this friendly game of tickling and body pressure till the lights came up and they slid their hands together. Tim and Todd reached across in front of them for a low high five.

"Okay, Jerry, you're free now. Movie's on."

The lights went down and a quick experiment showed that they really were free but Jerry sneaked his hand back into Sam's anyway. For a little while they played touchy games but the movie, Blade Five, had so much action it took all their attention. Todd had chosen this movie but they all wanted to see it anyhow, and two hours later they were blinking their eyes against the sunlight, after seeing gallons of blood, countless unbelievable fights, enough bullets and weapons to supply an army and the Council of twelve evil vampire lords crumble to dust in the rays of the morning sun. It was very satisfying and recalling the speco bits went on for ages.

The car had nearly reached home, and freedom from constant stares, when Tim directed a detour to the local shopping centre. Jerry cringed at the thought of meeting someone he knew while he was wearing this shirt, but it turned out the Tim was just being thoughtful.

"We've used up so much of your food, Jerry, that we need to stock up again. Sam, you go with Todd and collect some cereal, milk, and bread and eggs while we get meat and vegetables."

Jerry was surprised at how much food Tim loaded into the trolley and surprised that he already knew exactly what he wanted. One minute after they reached the flat the sound system was blasting out the new CD, with Todd singing along in seventh heaven. Sam was banished from the kitchen and ended up learning the words to a couple of Todd's favourite tracks so they could sing them together. Tim became chief cook, except he didn't know how to, and directed Jerry with what he wanted to happen, which caused a rush to peel a whole stack of spuds and get them roasting in the oven. The four-litre tub of ice cream that Todd had insisted on buying, needed to be transferred to smaller containers so it would fit in the freezing compartment of the fridge. There was half an hour wait before cooking the rest of the food and everyone had a quick shower to freshen up and relax and listen to the new CD. Well maybe not relax because Jerry had to learn the same words and then the whole four them ended up singing along.

Tea was fun when it was finally served up. Jerry had wondered why Tim wanted saveloys in the same meal as sausages but didn't find out till they were all sitting down.

"I'm serving tonight and we've got two main courses. Don't start eating till we've all got our plates. Jerry, here's yours."

Todd had hysterics and Jerry couldn't help laughing.

"Tim, you're an idiot."

There was nothing on his plate except one long red saveloy with two big fried tomatoes carefully arranged at one end. Sam's plate was identical and Tim's followed with the biggest saveloy so far. Todd was having the time of his life and stirred Tim about getting the size wrong.

"Yo, Todd! Are you ready for yours, man?"

"My sav should be bigger than yours. Did you get it right?"

"For sure."

Todd's mouth fell open and it was Jerry who nearly fell on the floor with laughter. In the middle of the plate was a tiny cocktail frankfurt, about half as long as a finger and too little cherry tomatoes.

"You dick-head, Tim."

His face coloured but there was so much laughing going on he caught it too. He jumped up, went to look at the food, and when there were no more savs, stuck a fork into a sausage and carried that back to his plate. His look of triumph dissolved when there was more laughter. The tiny little tomatoes with the big long sausage looked even more ridiculous.

"Hey, Todd, how come it's so wrinkled and brown? Whatcha been doin' with it?"

He didn't answer but had a you wait kind of look.

"Who wants sauce?"

Without thinking, Jerry said yes. And watched as a big white glob of mayonnaise was squirted on the end of his saveloy. Todd was back to full laughter now and Tim was looking very pleased with himself.

"Hey, Tim, it looks like Jerry at the beach."

"No, not yet. It needs more for that."

Jerry expected half a bottle, but a few more squirts satisfied them.

"Sam's a stud. He needs some too."

After Sam, Tim squirted mayonnaise on his own sav, then asked Todd if he wanted some.

"Yeah! Hey, give it to me and I'll put on for myself."

"What's the worry? Let me do it then I'll put the bottle away."

"Oh yeah! You're gonna put a tiny little squirt. You can't trick me all the time."

Thwarted, Tim handed the plastic bottle over and Todd squeezed till he was satisfied, then looked around at everyone with a grin.

"Hey, Sam, you can eat Jerry's sav and he can eat yours. Hold them in your fingers and feed them to each other."

"Hang on. I want to get a photo of this."

 

So Jerry had to pose for Tim to get photos of him taking a bite from Sam's big red saveloy. Then Sam had to take his turn, and see how much he could bite in one go, much to Todd's merriment. The rest of the meal was sausages, eggs and bacon, with the great pile of roast spuds.

"What are all these spuds for? We'll never eat that many."

"They're the best. My mum never makes enough at home. Anyhow what're you talking about, Todd? We'll never eat four litres of ice-cream either."

After the tea-stuff was tidied up they spent half an hour at the computer when Tim downloaded all the photos on his camera. The biggest laughs came from the nudies they'd taken at the beach. Jerry's 'pole' somehow became the term of the moment and they blithely discussed how much it grew and showed Sam the photo with all his juice.

"Hey, Tim, you should have got a photo when we were using the feathers."

"I know. But don't worry 'cause we'll do that tomorrow."

There were more laughs when the poses in the Batman and Robin costumes came on, but then everyone got impressed with how well they'd worked. Sam's positioning was terrific and despite the dorky jocks on their heads, the super-hero kind of atmosphere really came through.

"Wow, Tim! Let's get them to do it again without the jocks on their heads. We got the masks today."

Tim agreed and Jerry and Sam were soon parading as the Masked Crusaders again.

"Holy Cow, Tim. Batman and Robin are back to save us. Let's see one of their adventures."

"Adventures?"

"Yeah, the one they didn't get round to last night."

Tim's face lit up at the idea but then he hesitated.

"We better do the posing first, Todd, in case we run out of time."

Time? Jerry wondered why time was important this early in the night, then lost the thought as he listened to Tim telling them to work out something for Batman and Robin to do. Tim rummaged through his day-pack and held up the two little pieces of material.

"Hey, Todd, which one do you want Sam to wear?"

"The thong. Let's see him with the thong."

The hero costumes disappeared and quickly Jerry and Sam were standing in front of Tim and Todd.

"Man! Look at that thong. You can see everything. It's so rude the way it holds him up."

"Why don't you try it on? I'll take your photo."

"Idiot, Tim. I'm not going to wear that."

"Chickee-boy."

"Ha, you're always saying that."

"Cause you never do anything. That's why."

"Where's that ring thing? I want to see Sam wearing it."

"Hey yeah, good idea. It's in the front pocket of the pack."

Todd fished it out, started stretching it, then handed it to Jerry.

"I thought you said it was for Sam?"

"It is! Ding-aling! They'll have more fun if Jerry puts it on."

"Hey yeah, good one. Go on, Jerry."

Jerry had to take the thong down, get the ring over Sam's dick, carefully stretching over and then under his balls, then lift the thong back into place. The soft, stretchy material hugged firmly against the now even more prominent sack at the base of Sam's dick.

"Jeez, it sure works."

"Hey, Todd, you should get one."

"Oh yeah? You're just jealous."

"Jealous? Of cherry-tomatoes. Sure too."

Jerry and Sam stood, on show, listening to all this. Jerry didn't mind. The more they talked the less other things could happen.

"Show us your first pose Jerry."

"First one? Do you mean that pose I was doing last night?"

"Yeah, try that one. And you copy him, Sam."

Tim took their photo then wanted another pose.

"Um. How will I do it this time?"

"I don't know. Just do anything."

"Fold your arms and look to one side, Jerry. Put your feet a little bit further apart too."

Jerry followed Sam directions and when they were both in position the camera clicked.

"Now stand half side on, with your hands on your hips."

"Hey, you're good at this, Sam. How d'ya know what to do?"

"I don't, Tim. I just remember ads on the TV or people in magazines. That's all I did for the Batman poses, remember the comic pictures."

 

This impressed everyone, and it instantly meant Sam was in charge of this posing stuff. After ten minutes they transferred the pictures to the computer to see how they were working. Jerry thought they looked great but Tim wasn't satisfied.

"Hey, they're good poses. But they're not the right kind. Bradley said he wanted them to be interesting, and I bet that means sexy. What d'ya reckon?"

He was right and everyone knew it. Sam had ideas and went ahead with a couple of them, then totally surprised everyone.

"Tim, I can't see what I look like and pose at the same time. Will you take my place and when it's right we'll swap for the photo?"

"Um. Sure. What do I do?"

"Thanks. Jerry, you face the front and Tim can rest his back against your leg this time."

Tim moved into place... Then kind of froze at Sam's next words.

"No, not like that. It doesn't look right. Just in your jocks."

Todd had a grin a mile wide, but it didn't phase Tim and a moment later he was resting against Jerry's leg.

"Bend your back leg about half way up, Tim. That's it. A bit more. Press your hip against Jerry's and hold his shoulder. Try with your arms round each other's waist and your free hand on your hip."

Tim got curious about what he looked like and soon Todd was doing the camera work and taking two shots of each pose.

"Hey, wow, Sam. You're clever. Some of these shots are so good. Jerry, you put the thong and ring on now, so it changes the look. What do you think, Sam?"

"That's good thinking. Tim, put your speedos on, because the blue matches Jerry's thong, and then we can swap again for the next round."

 

Jerry was really impressed with Sam, the way he was making all this happen. It took a lot of fiddling and adjusting sometimes to get the poses right. The amazing thing was how much Tim was getting into it. He hardly blinked when Sam told him to wear the thong.

"Hey, does it suit me?"

"It looks rude on you too, Tim."

"It's meant to look rude. That's the design. What do you think, Jerry?"

"It looks really sexy, Tim."

An hour flew by before they stopped for a snack of the remaining ice cream.

"Hey, Sam. We need another session don't you think? We were only really getting into it at the end. You ought to be a director or photographer or something. I know, we'll burn some of the best poses onto a CD and show Bradley. He can tell us if it's what he's looking for."

Tim was still wearing the thong, Jerry had a suspicion that he liked it, and he didn't take it off till Todd stirred him.

"You're not even game to wear it, chickee-boy."

"Never had a chance did I? Sam didn't ask me."

"I wanted to, Todd, but I thought you'd just say no."

"Fair dinkum? You reckon I'd look okay?"

"Wear it next time. You'd be terrific."

Todd looked very pleased and turned back to Tim.

"He means it too, Tim, because he can't tell me fibs."

"You still wouldn't be game to wear it though."

"Give it to me then, and I'll wear it longer than you have."

Tim went off and changed into his shorts and shirt then handed the thong over. Todd clicked that he'd been tricked into it but he didn't back out.

"Hey, Todd, you look rude. How come you're pointing up like that? Look, Jerry. He's got two little tomatoes in there. Give him the ring thing."

"Dork-brain."

Tim looked at his watch and decided it was time for Batman and Robin to return. Jerry hadn't really thought of any ideas because his full attention had been taken by the posing but once again Sam saved the day.

"Holy Cow, Batman! Get changed quick. There's an emergency."

The three of them stared at this sudden outburst then smiled as he took over with the ideas he seemed to get out of nowhere.

Tim had to wear one of the masks because he was the villain and Todd was delighted to hear that he was the good guy who'd be rescued from Tim's evil clutches. There was lots of leaping over chairs and racing round the room like maniacs but very soon they were all laughing. Sam started the fighting and made sure everyone was giving the right sound effects and overacting every time they were hit.

Pow! Bam! Whack! Everyone had to say 'Holy' in front of everything, which got quite a few laughs, but Jerry enjoyed it most when Todd, as the victim, was tied helpless in a chair, only to find out that the name of the evil villain was 'The Tickler'. The look on his face was priceless. Of course Tim made the most of this opportunity and the screeching only stopped when Todd struggled so much his chair tipped over and two heroes, rather reluctantly, came to rescue him. Jerry hadn't done anything as dorky as this for years but at the end he agreed with every one that Sam came up with great ideas.

Jerry and Sam went off to the toilet then came back to the living room where Todd had the CD on again and was happily grooving away to it.

"Okay, guys. What's the time?"

"Ten to nine."

"Come and sing the songs with me."

One of the songs had really grown on Jerry and it turned out to be everyone's favourite. Click. Click. The camera flashed a few times. Tim was making sure he had a record of Todd who'd been in the thong all the time.

"Tim, what's the time?"

Why was there a grin attack?

"Look, Jerry, its right on nine o'clock."

"Hey, Sam, hear that? It's nine o'clock."

Jerry yanked his bat-costume off. Sam did the same, and like magnets their bodies locked tight together. Embarrassment and pleasure mingled as the heat from Sam's groin set Jerry senses on fire. Boners quickly grew then tangled, tingled and tightened, freeing the compulsion to hold each other close, but neither made a move to separate. It was nice standing like this, and easier than having Tim and Todd staring and stirring about their boners. At least that's what Jerry thought.

"Hey, they don't need to keep hugging. I reckon they've got their boners already."

"I think they like hugging. Or they could be shy. Come on. Let's see what's happening."

Jerry and Sam separated and stood awkwardly in front of their fascinated controllers.

"Jeez, Todd, I can't get over how much Jerry stretches."

"Hey, we can call him rubber-dick."

"Yeah, good one. Except he doesn't look like he'd bend very much."

"Try it and see."

"Dork."

"Well if you're not game, get Sam to try for you."

Todd thought this was funny.

"If Sam tries he'll just bone up even more. Go on, Sam. Show us if it will bend."

The simple experiment of bending Jerry's dick stretched into embarrassing minutes as Todd and Tim kept coming up with different ideas for Sam to try, and of course the gentle fingers poking and prodding had exactly the effect Todd had said.

"What'll we call, Sam?"

"How about thick-dick?"

"That sounds dumb."

"Dumb? It's fatter than Jerry's."

"Hey, Todd! Which would you rather be, thick or long?"

Todd nearly said something, then changed it.

"I already am. Hey! Aren't we gonna get them to do stuff?"

"Not tonight."

"How come? I want to see the hard contest."

Hard contest? What did they mean by that?

"Another time, Todd. We said this was their night. When they're more used to each other we'll follow that plan."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

 

So? What were these plans going to be? With a sinking feeling Jerry thought that he and Sam would be showing Tim and Todd what they'd done last night, then listened with relief and a strong dash of excitement while Tim set out the rules.

"It's the same as last night, except your go to sleep at twelve and wake up at nine."

"Yeah, and you have to keep busy all the time or you won't have any choice."

That was it? It was exactly what Jerry had been dreaming of all day.

"Um. Is that it? What are you guys doing? Don't I have to take you home?"

"How's that, Todd? We're letting them have fun for the rest of the night and Jerry wants more. Forget about us. We'll look after ourselves. Todd's sleeping on the floor and I'll have the sofa."

 

End of Section Four.