Hypno-trouble - 1. Section 1.

HYPNO-TROUBLE.

Section 1.

 ***

"Hey coach, how're they hangin'?"

"Ready and randy, Tim."

Jerry's discomfort at hearing himself say these words was matched by the smiles and surprised looks from the guys in his squad, while Tim and Todd just laughed and beckoned him towards the exit door.

"Come with us tomorrow. We're spending a day at the beach."

"I can't, Tim. I'm hoping to catch up with some friends I haven't seen for quite a while."

"Oh, have you organised to meet them?"

"Um. Not quite. They're ringing tonight and we'll work it out from there."

"What a bummer for you. Tell them it'll have to be some other time. It's a long weekend and we've made our plans. How are we going to get to know you if you don't spend time with us? We're counting on you for the next three days."

Jerry cringed inside as he wondered exactly what Tim meant by getting to know him.

"Can we put it off till next weekend, Tim?"

"No, we need three days."

Jerry nodded. There was nothing else he could do.

"Great, pick us up here at nine in the morning. It's going to be fun."

Tim laughed, turned to Todd for a high five, and Jerry watched as they made their way to the centre exit. Both fit, Tim blond and Todd dark, looking at them you'd think they were the picture of innocence. Young, friendly and cooperative, full of fun and liked by everyone on the team, Jerry was discovering an extra side to their natures.

***

After a restless night, Jerry had a quick shower and a light breakfast, grabbed some beach gear and drove his little hatchback to the centre where there was no one. Tim and Todd wandered round the corner about ten minutes later, wearing excited smiles, summer clothes and a day-pack each.

"Yo, Jerry! How're they hanging this morning?"

Todd found this very amusing. He was always laughing at Tim's comments and jokes.

"Hi, Tim. Where're we going?"

"Hey, you didn't answer my question."

"All right."

"What? Loose or tight?"

"A bit loose I guess."

"You don't sound sure. Check and see."

Oh no! They were starting already. Thank goodness he was sitting in the car. Jerry fondled himself a couple of times while Tim and Todd watched through the window. Todd wasn't satisfied, so that meant slipping his hand inside his shorts. Tim went to the front seat next to Jerry, Todd sat behind him in the back and they set off for the surf beach at Anglesea.

"Anglesea? That'll use up all my petrol, Tim."

"No it won't. We've got $15 to put in for you."

At least they understood that Jerry was on a limited budget and relied on a part-time job for all his finances.

"Did you whack off last night?"

"No."

"When you woke up did you have a boner?"

"Yes."

"Do you have one every morning?"

"Nearly every morning."

"Did you play with it?"

"For a while."

"What about in the shower?"

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

This was from Todd in the back. Trust him to want details.

"Um, I lathered up the soap and rubbed till I was hard."

"And then what?"

"I just kept squeezing the top."

"Do you hold your balls at the same time?"

Jerry's facial temperature was creeping up with each question and a nod was all he managed for an answer this time, but at least Todd was satisfied.

"Oh man. That's unreal when you've got lots of soap and a good boner. It really sends me off. You didn't shoot did you?"

"No."

"Hear that, Todd? He must be randy as anything. Are you a good squirter?"

"Squirter?"

"You know. How far you go when you shoot. Todd's crash hot at it."

"I don't know. Fairly good I suppose."

"How many squirts do you do?"

"Um, I'm not sure. I think it's about four."

Tim swivelled triumphantly round and looked at Todd.

"I told you he'd be a four. You want to pay up now?"

"No way! We'll check it out properly first, and I get to tell him what to do because I reckon he'll be a six."

Hell! Were they going to watch him beat off? They didn't do that last Wednesday. How was he ever going to get out of doing this stuff? Tim and Todd started talking about their plans for the day, how they'd hire a boogie-board and what they were going to eat for lunch. They'd only change their minds, so Jerry tuned them out and thought of the nightmare that had hit him three days ago.

***

It started after the training session. Five lively sixteen year olds, six if you included Sam who was quiet, can be a real handful, but they were all keen and because Jerry was such a good swimmer they always listened even if he was only nineteen. Tim and Todd had been in a weird mood all through, laughing and talking between laps and giving him funny smiles, and when he went into the changing room to see what the hold-up was, they were still in their speedos.

"Hurry up you two. Everyone else has gone and I want to close the place up."

"Jerry? How's it hangin' today?"

"Like a donkey, Tim."

Jerry stared at their grinning faces while he wondered why he'd said that.

"Hey, Jerry, how'd you like to swim a lap in the nuddy?"

"What? Are you crazy? Get moving before I flick your butts with a towel."

........The next thing Jerry knew he was pulling himself out of the pool.

Hell, he had nothing on, and looked around in bewilderment. Tim and Todd were at the far end laughing their faces off and holding his up speedos. Jerry held his hands in front of him and walked quickly to the laughing pair, confused about what had just happened.

"Tim, don't be a pest. Give me my speedos."

Tim held them out of reach behind his back then threw them to Todd when Jerry grabbed at him. Why were they playing this kid's game with him?

"Pull your dick for us Jerry and then you can have them."

Jerry stared and wondered if he'd heard right. Todd broke up again.

"Good one Tim."

..........Jerry let himself go in total embarrassment at the movement of his hand.

"Wow, he really did it. Jerry, put your hands behind your back."

Slowly and nervously Jerry clasped his hands and waited for something weird to happen. Tim just nodded.

"See, you have to do what I tell you."

Jerry started to get mad and reached for Tim's arm.

...... and found himself on the end of the low diving board pissing into the pool. He clenched tight to shut off the flow and stared at the two hyenas.

"What are you doing to me?"

In fact Jerry was quite scared by now and it must have showed clearly on his face.

"We're just having fun, Jerry. We really wouldn't hurt you. You don't remember do you? Come and have a shower and then we'll tell you all about it."

He handed the speedos over and Jerry went to put them on, but stopped when Tim shook his head, then walked with them back to the changing room. His shower lasted for ages because Tim and Todd kept telling him to do silly things like poke his little finger up his nostril, suck his thumb and make muscle-man poses for them. He attempted resistance when they told him to hold his balls

.......And snapped out with his finger poked up his butt. Gross! He jerked it out in horror and gave a pleading look at Tim who then said he could turn the shower off and dry himself.

"Now hold them, and we'll let you remember."

"Tim, I'm not going to hold myself in front of you two. It's just too stupid."

Tim grinned at Todd, making Jerry feel as if they were enjoying his refusals.

"Are you sure you're not going to?"

His growing certainty that he had no real say didn't stop Jerry's answer.

"Yes."

 

...........And once again he snapped out, this time to a tight feeling.

In total disbelief he saw his speedos dangling between his knees with the cord tied on the end of his dick. Then it got worse when he tried to undo it and couldn't, because his hands just wouldn't do what he told them. Tim and Todd were watching with grins stretching across their faces.

"Hey, Todd, Jerry's got a string on his dick."

"Yeah, I wonder how long he'll leave it there?"

"He doesn't have to. You can take it off now if you want to Jerry."

His hands obeyed him now and after a few moments of embarrassing fumbling, his speedos were dropped on the bench. Tim looked at him expectantly and Jerry knew he was being dared to resist again. Feeling stupid, he cupped his hands lightly beneath his balls.

"Hold 'em better than that."

He did as he was told and listened to the comments about playing with himself.

"Jerry B. Williams. You will remember what happened at the party on Saturday night.

Okay."

Suddenly, images and thoughts tumbled through Jerry's mind as the events Tim was talking about flashed back to him.

Oh my God! The party.

He hadn't been keen to go but their training group had won a competition the night before and they loved having celebrations. Now he knew why Tim had persuaded so hard for him to drop in, with promises of good music, free drinks and a few people his own age. The drinks had led to a group dare, and with a great deal of laughter everyone had taken turns at being hypnotised by Tim's older brother Justin, who was a psychology major. It had actually been really funny, with guys thinking they were animals or movie stars, doing all sorts of stuff that was suggested when it was their turn.

His own clear memory, that Justin had said he couldn't put him under because he was such a poor subject, suddenly changed as he saw himself dancing for everyone, and pretending he was a drag queen when Todd had yelled out the idea. More images flooded in, of himself playing truth or dare while he was hypnotised and answering Tim's question of whether he was gay.

Oh no! That meant all his training group knew. Strange that none of them had made any comment since. And now he remembered Todd taking the drag queen idea further and getting him to give everyone a full on sexy hug.

"Hey, Todd. He looks worried doesn't he?

You don't have to worry Jerry. We'll look after you."

"But.... But how come you can do this?"

"Justin owed me a favour didn't he, Todd. A big one and he paid up good."

Todd was agreeing with a very knowing look.

"Tim, you can't do this. It's not right."

"Yes we can. It's only for fun and you won't have to do anything bad. It'll be a secret between us."

"Yeah, it's a great secret."

They did the look and high-five thing.

"Hey, Jerry. Have you ever done stuff with anyone?"

Jerry knew what he meant and definitely wasn't going to answer.

 

...... And saw their expressions.

"Wow. You're 19 and still a virgin. Is there anyone on the team you'd like to do it with?"

This was impossible. Jerry decided that he couldn't answer that question.

 

...... And found himself on the footpath by his car with Tim and Todd next to him and a little kid on a push-bike staring with big eyes. Jerry looked down, where the kid's eyes were focused, and felt his face turn fiery red. He fumbled frantically through the keys in his hand, dived through the door which took forever to open, then slammed it shut and looked through the windows to check if anyone else might have seen him.

Oh no. A group of five or six people standing at the bus stop about twenty metres away were looking in this direction and another thirty metres beyond them near the entrance to the centre it looked like the other three members of his training squad who often got a lift home together. The centre was fifty metres away and he'd walked all that distance wearing his jocks outside his jeans. His passenger door opened and Tim and Todd piled into the car.

"Man, that was funny. I think I like it when you don't do what we tell you. That was a cool idea, Todd."

Jerry worried about what he might have said because they didn't ask him the question again. As he drove to drop them off at Tim's place they told him some of their other ideas for when he didn't do what they wanted, and straight away he gave up all thoughts of resistance.

***

The little car zipped along the freeway and turned off at the big roundabout, following the road to the coast. The radio station was a junky one with the volume set a couple of clicks higher than Jerry liked. Tim and Todd sang along whenever they knew the tune and carried on like a couple of wackos. They were funny really. If only they weren't in charge he would be enjoying this.

"Whatcha smiling for, Jerry?"

"You've got a great voice Tim and I like your image with the sunnies and dark tips and gelled hair."

"Cheeky hey?"

"No, it's just that you've got blonde hair so you make it dark and Todd's got dark hair so he makes it light."

Tim looked in the glove-box and found Jerry's sunnies.

"Take your shirt off Jerry. We'll get you in the image too."

Jerry slowed down and had to get Tim to steer the car. He dragged his t-shirt over his head, donned the sunnies and took the wheel back, then glanced at Tim fossicking through his day-pack. A tube was passed to Todd who positioned himself directly behind Jerry and started spreading the gunk through his hair. They spent ages getting the effect they liked and Jerry felt like a total dork with his hair all gelled up. It was too long to be gelled really and made him look like he'd had a fright. Tim and Todd were pleased though, and started discussing whether Jerry's brown hair should have dark tips or blonde ones.

Oh no! They wanted blonde and they wanted to do it themselves as an experiment. His protests meant nothing and it was planned for that evening.

Anglesea was getting close and the first glimpse of the ocean grabbed everyone's attention. Jerry's dorkiness felt ten times as bad when they stopped at the shopping centre for a drink and a snack and he had to wander along with heads turning to check out his bare chest and weird hairdo.

Next stop was the lookout at the beach to see if there were any worthwhile waves. Oh boy. They looked great and there was a rush to the surf rental shop across the road from the car park for three boogie-boards.

The next few hours were pure excitement and fun. They all loved swimming, were all fit, and all knew how to get the most out of their boogie-boards. The only drawback was the crowd of other people also enjoying the sand and the surf. Lunch was a gigantic package of potato chips for five dollars from one of the old-fashioned fish and chip shops which wrapped everything up in butcher's paper and gave you so much you couldn't eat it all.

"Let's go out past Pt Roadknight where it's not so crowded. The waves are just as good there."

This was a great idea and Jerry totally agreed with it. There were still people, but not the great crowd of the patrolled beach, and they chose a spot where the waves looked right. They sat in the shade for a while but the waves soon beckoned for another big session. Jerry stayed in longest. He loved it so much, and was way fitter than the others. He was also wary of what might happen when he went back out with them, but one particularly good ride took him further in than usual and when he stood up Todd and Tim were waving to him. He nearly pretended he didn't see, but that would only backfire so he waved back and headed towards them.

"Come on, Jerry. We've found a really good spot."

They grabbed all their gear, walked about a hundred metres along the beach, climbed to a sheltered spot in the dunes, then spread their towels and sat on them. Jerry peeled his light wetsuit off and relaxed in the sun. Tim and Todd took off their cargoes and the three of them were lying in their light blue speedos with the red club emblem on the left hip. Jerry closed his eyes and felt his body drinking in the warm sun on his skin. He sensed movement and flicked his eyelids open.

"Hey, Jerry."

Here we go. Jerry heard the familiar phrase and understood the tone.

"Would you like to put some sunscreen on us?"

"Sure, where is it?"

He sat up quickly and reached for the plastic container in Todd's hand. He didn't get away with it though.

"No, I meant tell us if you'd like rubbing it onto us."

"Um, yes."

"Good, get going, then do yourself too."

When this was finished there was silence as the three weary bodies succumbed to the massage of warmth and ocean noise surrounding them. Jerry woke when he felt sand get stuffed in the top of his speedos. He jerked to an upright sitting position and saw Todd ready with another handful. Tim was holding his small digital camera.

"Let him fill 'em up, Jerry. We want photos."

For the next five minutes Jerry's speedos gradually stretched more and more while he listened to comments about elephant balls and horse dongs. Todd kept adding more and more sand and all the time Tim was taking photos and making Jerry pose and flaunt himself. Eventually the speedos were so full they sagged down and showed his pubic hair, which started Todd laughing.

"Okay, take 'em off and get rid of all the sand."

Luckily the sand was dry and the sunscreen wasn't one of the greasy types.

"Lie down again, Jerry."

This took a moment while he shook all the sand from his towel and settled himself, but soon Jerry was lying on his back with Todd at one side and Tim on the other watching him closely.

"Tense up your muscles and show us your six-pack. Boy, look at it. I wish I was built like that. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?"

"Everyone does, Tim."

"I mean in the nude."

"I think everyone does that too."

"Show us your boner."

Jerry couldn't believe his ears. Could they really expect him to do that? He'd have to play with himself in front of them to make it come up.

"Tim, that's too embarrassing."

"There's no one else around."

Jerry couldn't see how that had anything to do with his feelings at the moment.

"Please, Tim."

 

....... And halfway to the water Jerry realised where he was.

God! There was a guy and a girl about forty metres in one direction and family building sand-castles off in the other. Instinctively he raced back up the dune, thinking after he'd started that running like this would probably draw more attention than if he walked. No way was the going to stop though.

"That was quick. Now lie down and relax again."

Relax. That wasn't any description Jerry would use.

"Hold your dick, Jerry. Good, now, start doing whatever you do to give yourself a boner."

"I'm too nervous, Tim. You're both staring at me and I don't think it will work."

"I bet it does. What do you reckon, Todd? I'll bet you a Coke it does."

"No, I reckon it will too. Think how randy he must be getting. When was the last time you did it Jerry?"

"Um, the night before last."

"Where were you?"

"In bed."

"Don't you do it in the shower? That's what you said this morning."

"Only sometimes."

"How come? I reckon showers are the best."

"I don't last long enough in the shower."

"Hey, Todd, he's right. It happens so quickly in the shower it's all over before you've had time to think about it."

All the talk was getting to Jerry, and with the movement of his hand, tingles and tightening started happening despite the nervous feeling in his stomach, and despite the strange feeling of being watched while his hand moved steadily up and down.

"Move your hand away for a sec and let's have a look. Hey, you're already bigger. Look at that head, Todd. It's really swelling up."

"Jeez, you're right. Don't cover it up any more. Just use one finger so we can watch it grow."

One finger was plenty now that the feelings had started and the blood flow rapidly sent Jerry stiff.

"Look at it, Tim. It's much bigger than you'd think from when he's soft."

"Man, that's unreal. Let it go soft again. That is so speco. I can't believe it stretched so much. Let's see it happen again. Put your hands behind your head."

They were both leaning in really close now with their heads not far apart and watching expectantly. It took quite a while though, because Todd was right about Jerry's randiness. Tim jumped up to take another photo but then got impatient.

"It's still not normal size. Cold water would shrink it. Go and have a swim for a few minutes, Jerry."

"Hey, good one, Tim. We'll see it from biggest to smallest that way."

Jerry looked at them in panic, but he was allowed to wear his speedos, and the movement and cool water quickly had the effect they were looking for. It was a great joke when he took his speedos off and dried himself.

"Now he's smaller than you are, Tim."

"Funn-ee, Todd. I'm not that small. Except when I go in the cold water. Measure him with his speedo cord and we'll see how much it grows."

"No way, you don't expect me touch it do you?"

"All right chickee-boy. I'll do it and you get a pen out of my pack to make a mark."

He did measure it and Jerry jumped when the cord was held, very lightly, against him.

"Go on Jerry. Build it up again."

Jerry went through the whole embarrassing process again. It happened much quicker this time, which made quite an impression and started another discussion.

"Tim, we should've timed it."

"Hey yeah, neat idea. Let me measure it first though."

They really meant it and after another shock when Tim held the cord against him again Jerry was sent off for another swim, this time with his boner pushed to the side of his speedos. Dried off and lying on the towel, Jerry had to make himself hard for the third time. They were focused on how long it took, rather than seeing everything, and exhorted Jerry to faster and faster hand movements while Tim checked the time on his watch.

"That's it, hands off, Jerry, and keep them behind your head."

They discussed the time and decided it was pretty good. Todd wanted to try some ways where Jerry might get even faster, but Tim was more interested in the moment.

"Todd, keep him hard while I look around."

Tim walked towards the scrub leaving Jerry and Todd staring at each other. Jerry was going along with whatever happened, he wasn't game to do anything else, but having Todd touch his cock sure wasn't something he'd expected. Neither had Todd.

"You do it, Jerry."

"But Tim told me to keep my hands behind my head."

"Well I'm telling you you don't have to."

When Tim got back he just laughed and called Todd chickee-boy again, which got a bit of a look.

"Look what I found, Todd. We can use these."

He held up two long white feathers, and telling Jerry to keep his hands behind his head again, proceeded to rub the soft end along Jerry's cock. The sensations made Jerry jump for the third time, which totally delighted Tim.

"Man, this is perfect. Come on. Help me, Todd, and we'll see how long he lasts."

Todd took the other feather and started tickling Jerry's balls with it.

"Watch this, Tim. I can make them move around."

This led to all sorts of experiments to get any kind of reaction they could. They got plenty. It didn't take long for a glistening liquid bubble to appear then hang from a slowly stretching strand till it touched the fine hairs just below Jerry's belly button. Todd noticed it first.

"Tim, he's going to blow. Look."

"No, he might keep dribbling for ages."

They kept teasing and tickling till Jerry felt like he was going crazy. The first time he made a little sound two heads whipped round.

"What is it, Jerry?"

It's just. Um. Tickling too much."

Now the game became one of getting Jerry to make more of the groans or gasps, and as the pressure in his groin mounted, so did the volume and frequency of his responses.

"Jeez, Tim, he's definitely gonna blow. Look at his balls. They've gone all tight."

Todd was right this time, and they both stopped the tickling to watch when Jerry pushed his hips up and tried to press his cock against anything. The frantic urgency subsided, then they resumed the tickling and built it really close again. The urge to grab himself and finish was so powerful that Jerry had to lock his fingers behind his neck.

"Please, Tim. Don't stop. I have to finish."

They didn't stop, except for an instant when he startled them with a loud moaning kind of sound. Jerry closed his eyes and let fly.

One.Two..Three...Four....Five.

Great gobs of juice shot out, making a mess from the top of his chest down to his belly button. When he opened his eyes he saw Tim and Todd still and staring, but then they came to life.

"On my God, Tim. What a shooter. Look at it all."

"Man, what a fire hose."

"No, a sperm whale blowing off."

They laughed and did another of their high-fives.

"Hey, we did it. I told you we could. Don't move, Jerry. I have to get some pictures of this."

More embarrassment, but so many things had happened now that Jerry was getting resigned to it. He cleaned himself up but wasn't allowed to wear his speedos.

"Tim, what if someone comes along?"

"Too bad, stacks of people go nude round here and nobody worries."

"Well why don't you then?"

Jerry actually thought Tim was going to for a moment.

"Hey, you'd like that wouldn't you, Jerry?"

Whoops. This was going the wrong way.

"It feels weird being the only one. That's all."

"Ha, I bet you'd like to do stuff with, Todd."

"Shut up, Tim. He'd like to do it with you more."

"What you mean?"

"I saw your boner when Jerry was nearly finished."

"You had one too."

"Only a little bit."

There was quiet after that till Tim turned to Jerry.

"Which one of us would you like to do stuff with the most?"

Hell, what a question. Jerry's mind raced, trying to think what to say.

"You'll have to zap him, Tim, or we won't know what he really thinks."

 

....."See. He does think you're sexy, Todd."

Todd was laughing.

"And he thinks you're cute and he wants to see your boner."

"Why did you have to ask him that stupid question?"

"Well you got him to say he likes looking at me in the shower room."

Oh my God! Jerry wondered what other things they'd got him to tell them.

"Hey, let's use the boogie-boards again before we run out of time."

Excitement and exhilaration started again and they enjoyed the surf till they had to rush to get the boogie-boards back to the rental shop on time.

***

As Jerry's car approached the outskirts of Geelong, their thoughts turned to food.

"What will we get for tea? How about pizza?"

"They're great, Tim, but I made meatballs last night so why don't we have them with some pasta."

"You made them yourself?"

"Of course I did. I have to cook you know."

Tim and Todd both thought this was a great idea. They looked with interest round Jerry's little flat then they all had a shower to freshen up while the food was being prepared. Todd checked out the sound system, which impressed him, then complained because there were hardly any good CDs.

"How can you listen to this stuff, Jerry?"

He listened anyway, with the volume higher than Jerry was used to and left it going while they finished the food, which got great praise.

"Man, these meatballs are great, Jerry. You should open a restaurant with them."

"Todd, you can't have a meatball restaurant. You have to have other foods too."

"'Course you can. They have pasta restaurants."

"Then they have all kinds of pasta."

"Well, he could make all kinds of meatballs. I reckon that would work well. Everyone loves meatballs."

"How can you have different kinds of meatballs? Meatballs are meatballs."

"Big ones. Little ones. Spicy ones. Jerry would be good at it. He loves balls."

This cracked them both up while Jerry rolled his eyes.

" Hey, Todd, he's good at making ball-sauce too."

"Ball sauce! Oh yeah man."

This totally cracked them up again as they went on about it.

"Tim, Imagine if he served it fresh?"

"Gross."

"It comes in a long tube and he squeezes it out for you."

Tim laughed at the wrong time and when four or five pasta spirals shot out of his mouth Todd ended up on the floor in hysterics holding his stomach. The laughing was so contagious that Jerry was caught as well and it took a couple of minutes for everyone to recover.

"Oh my God, Todd. We'll never get over this. Imagine at home when you ask your mum what's for tea and she says meatballs and sauce."

What a pair of idiots. Jerry couldn't help laughing at them. Todd ended on the floor a second time when Tim scraped a big spoonful of sauce out of the dish, licked his lips dramatically, and ate it.

"Mmm. Jerry's special sauce. Isn't it delicious?"

Half an hour later there was a trip to the nearby shopping centre for the night's supplies of some munchie food, a video and a bottle of bleach.

"Bleach? You're not putting bleach in my hair, Tim."

"Yes I am. I know how to do it. It'll look great."

On the way back Todd got Jerry to make a detour.

"Where are we going?"

Two evil grins appeared.

"You'll see."

When they stopped Todd leaned forward and pressed the horn, and was about to do it again when a figure appeared at the door of the nearby house. It was Sam. How come? He was a kind of loner at training, and definitely not in with Tim and Todd. As soon as Sam was seated next to Todd they were on their way.

The End of Section 1.

Iarwain.