Dickmatized (THE MYSTIC) - fantasy fiction

Munman always said hypnosis would come in handy.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was only fifteen at the time, and we were in her bedroom. She was training me in the art of hypnotic conversations. I listened, as I always do to every word, partly because I knew what not listening would get me... malé. But also, because I wanted so viciously to harness this power. She showed me how to use the tone of my voice to usher a person into the trance. She taught me how the depth of a conversation would lead me to produce WHATEVER I wanted from any individual.

She told me how to use mundane questions, simple breathing techniques, and an everyday word to quickly guide them to where I wanted them to go. It happens at a moment’s notice, she warned. And eventually, they’ll do whatever I desire.

When I was 17, during my Rheto year at secondary, I decided to see if it would work. My prey? My very attractive math teacher fresh out of university. He wanted to see me after school for tutoring one day, but I didn’t mind because that would make a perfect opportunity to test my skills. I was nervous as hell! I actually wasn’t expecting it to work, but I proceeded anyway.

I started talking to him about my Munman and how I loved how she cooked my favorite foods on Sunday. I babbled on and on about my favorite TV shows, books, podcasts, cars, and anything else I could think to throw him off his guard. After a while, I sat at my desk, and he sat at his. I decided it was now or never.

My breathing slowed, subconsciously guiding his attention to me. I needed to draw his attention inward. I started asking him questions disguised as study cues. Then I playfully started asking if he could picture simple objects, telling him the game would be like a mnemonic device to help me concentrate on the lesson. Each object allowing me to deepen his compliance without alarming him to my true objective. Watching his posture soften and his focus narrow, I knew it was time for me to drop my anchor. My voice steadied, and I blurted out “apple.” He instantly stared blankly back at me. I saw the unmistakable flicker of recognition pass behind his eyes.  Out of pure confusion, I stared back at him with the same blankness. I could tell his will yielded and was completely in my hands. It was time to accelerate the transformation.

“Take off your pants.” In a low voice, I instructed him. Still looking blankly, I could tell his thoughts were aligned with my intent. In this suspended clarity, he did as he was told. I continued. “Take those off too,” I whispered a little louder, pointing to his tight, white briefs. He followed my instructions effortlessly, pulling his briefs down past his thighs, bending down and over to remove them fully. I gasped at the sight of his cock. Thick. Grand. And slightly stiff. I began to have second thoughts, but I coaxed myself to take a deep breath and walk over to where he was. His eyes stared at me. I pushed him back in his chair and kneeled in front of him. I looked at his blank face as I inhaled his now fully erect cock into my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and opened my mouth wider. When I felt his body relax, I started forcing his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft as I bobbed my head back and forth.

After a while, I saw him squirm, and I knew he was READY. “You will cum when I say,” I warned. “I will count backwards from ten,” I continued. When I get to zero, you will be allowed to cum. I continued suckling.

“Ten,” I began. I continued sucking. Taking a break to whisper, “Nine.” I was taking longer than the second count. I allowed about 20 seconds to go by before I stopped to whisper “Eight.” “Seven, Six, Five,” I said in a rush. I began sucking him again before I slowed down to whisper, “Four.” He began squirming. I could tell he wanted to beg me to let him release.

“When I say,” I reminded him.

“Three.” I continued sucking him for about a minute longer.

“Two,” He was squirming a bit at the knees. His face held a look of exasperation. As if he’d been holding his breath the entire time I was counting down, hoping I would get to zero sooner than later.

“One,” I slowly rolled off my tongue, in a sing-songy way. I sucked him faster and faster. I waited for a full two minutes to tick by before I sat up to say “Zero.”

Before I could lower my head to catch his creamy goodness, he’d already made his way to cum. It splashed on my chest.

I quickly cleaned it with my palm, tasting a little before he could come to and realize what had transpired.

That was the day I found my new hobby. I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT! I loved how his grand cock felt in my mouth. I love the salty taste of the cum. I LOVED to put people under my spell and suck them senseless. Since then, I’ve had the power to suck the shit out of every cock that I want... big.. small… thin… long… girthy… it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. I loved to suck hypnotized cock!

This week alone, I’ve sucked off the corner store cashier on his lunch break on Monday. He almost got fired for having his pants still unzipped when he returned to his register. On Tuesday, it was this stranger in the metro rail bathroom. He and his wife had a huge argument when he returned to his seat. Wednesday... it was Jean-Charles, the waiter at my favorite restaurant. The storage room smelled of sweat and ass by the time we left it. And Thursday?? Thursday was motha fucking Allen Baptist. He is one of the best-looking men I have ever seen in my entire life. And the best part?? He has no clue what I did to him in his law firm office.

I would always wonder how they felt once they came out from under my trance. But, in order to keep my little secret, I knew I could never, ever really know.