The Power of Marketing

The Power of Marketing (by Mafisto)

[Comments welcome and appreciated. Fantasy casting: Next Door Studios’s model Phoenix as Karl, Sean Cody’s model Allen as Kevin. If you enjoy the sampling of pictures for this story, do visit Next Door Studios and Sean Cody to see more and express your gratitude. I must also credit wickydkewl’s channel on YouTube for this video of Allen]

In the course of the Marketing class I taught at ATG University, I gave a lecture one morning on how easily the media could influence, even control, our actions. I then assigned a small project to the class. Two of the students who had teamed together, Karl Filborn and Kevin Grant, booked some time with me at my office to discuss the assignment. Since I was pretty busy and they had insisted on meeting me quickly, I offered for them to come later at night, at 9 PM. It was not their preferred time, but they reluctantly agreed.

That same afternoon, I received a package from Marvin Darby, a friend of mine working at B____ Inc, in charge of a top secret project. I didn’t have time to open it until after dinner. It was the most recent prototype of the high-tech device they were working on. It was a royal blue box that fit inside the palm of my hand, with USB and HDMI wires, as well as an HDMI out port. The large external monitor in my office had an HDMI wire which I plugged in the device, and I plugged the device’s wires in my desktop computer. It automatically installed an app on the computer which would let me type in messages that the device would then transform into subliminals and superimpose over the monitor signal.

Marvin had asked me to test its efficiency as a marketing tool. I was skeptical, as I had never found any conclusive evidence that subliminals had any impact on the human mind. I could scarcely imagine that just hiding text in the video signal would affect someone’s brain, but Marvin had explained that the words would appear in hypnotic patterns at frequencies that would reach the subconscious directly. In any case, I planned to set up a rigorous testing procedure the next day to see if there was a significant effect, if any.

That evening, I scanned through ads on YouTube to select one for testing purposes. I had just found a 30-second ad about Vibrance Shower Gel that would be perfect to test the device when a knock on my door made me check my watch. 9 PM. Karl and Kevin were right on time. I let them in and asked them to sit down. The shampoo ad was playing on the large monitor on a loop, and they glanced at it.

As I sat down, Karl said, with a cocky smile: “Cool, an HD monitor in your office. You’re watching TV?” He had been in the army the previous year, and was quite the sturdy sol­dier with square features and a fit body. He kept his black hair in a buzz cut, and wore a black T-shirt with a white pattern that was tightly stretched over his square shoulders.

“Makes sense I guess,” said Kevin, “you’re teaching marketing after all.” Kevin had stretched his tall frame over the chair in a leisurely posture. He had once told me he was considering a career as a model. He certainly had the looks for it. Tall, with strong but compact shoulders and a narrow waist, he had the face of a blasé angel. Rust highlights tinted the dark brown hair he wore in a messy but styled fashion. His gray T-shirt was just tight enough to hint at a taut chest.

“Quite right,” I said. “This is for my research. Now, how can I help you two?”

We discussed the assignment and from their questions I realized that they had trouble believing that the media could influence people like them.

“I can see how it would work on weak-minded, naive people,” said Kevin, with a certain arrogance. “But on trained intellectuals like us, with strong minds, I don’t know… We’re aware of all the tricks…”

Karl scoffed. “We just don’t see how it would be possible for an ad to have an effect on our decisions or our actions.”

“So…” continued Kevin, “we wanted to provide a counter-argument for the assignment. Like write about the limitations of marketing on better educated people with strong personalities.”

I cleared my throat. “I see… People like you two, I assume?” I asked. They both nodded. I was not against a counter-argument, but there was something about their attitude that just irritated me. It was snobbish, and they were much too sure of themselves. I felt an urge to bring them down a notch.

“It’s an interesting viewpoint for sure,” I said. “But I like arguments that are backed by some objective data.” They looked at me quizzically. “It turns out I received today the tools that would allow us to do a little experiment. You can use the results in your paper.” They considered the idea, then nodded in approval. “Let me just set something up here.”

To be frank, I was just eager to test the device. I took a moment to think of a relevant subliminal message. They would never see the actual words, so why not have a little fun? I settled with: “When I hear Vibrance Shower Gel, I just want to show my vibrant abs”. Using the app, I entered the message, which would be superimposed in hypnotic patterns over the video signal of the ad.

I pointed at the monitor, which was now blank. “OK guys, I will now play on this monitor that ad you saw when you came in. I want you both to watch it carefully. Try to identify all the ways that it tries to influence your behavior.”

They agreed and moved their chairs to allow them to look straight at the monitor. They seemed to enjoy the challenge, and stared attentively as the commercial played. I did not watch myself, however, so as not to be exposed to the subliminals.

After the commercial was done playing, I barely listened to their amateurish analysis they tried to impress me with. I waited for them to be done, then asked them: “Now, each of you in turns, I want you to stand up and say the name of the product and the first thing that comes to your mind afterwards. Let’s start with Karl.” If he mentioned anything at all related to his chest, it would mean that somehow the subliminals had reached him.

“Ok,” Karl said, standing up. “Vibrance Shower Gel.” He then grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it up as he said: “Let me show you my fantastic abs.”

He held the T-shirt just at the height of his pecs, exposing the smooth and tight curves of his tanned stomach. For a second, he looked really proud, then he quickly covered his stomach and sat down again, his face flushed with embarrassment. Kevin was giggling.

“What the hell was that?” the future model asked. “Did you just flash your chest to the teacher?”

“I don’t know,” Karl said, confused. “It’s the first thing that came to my mind, that’s all… I work out a lot…” he mumbled. “It’s a shower gel, I wash my abs with that.”

Kevin stood up, still giggling. He took a moment to calm down. “Ok, let’s do this. Vibrance Show Gel,” he said, looking very sure of himself. He then crossed his arms and grabbed each side of his T-shirt, pulling it up as if to remove it . “Look at my phenomenal abdominals!” he said. He glared at me with defiance. His abs truly were phenomenal. The slim and narrow stretch of skin had a sharply defined six-pack and obliques. Below it and over his faded jeans, the full height of the wide waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear was exposed.

Kevin paused, looking as if he was about to take his shirt off, then abruptly let his shirt drop down. Avoiding our gazes, he sat back down, pulling down on his T-shirt to make sure it covered his entire lower chest. His face had lost all defiance.

It was Karl’s turn to laugh, and he was laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair. “You just flashed your chest to the teacher too,” he said. “You were even more happy to do so than I was. Phenomenal abdominals? Where did that come from?”

I was in shock. Not just because of their totally unexpected behavior — the brief sight of their bare and fit chests had left me in awe. I was starting to get a hard-on. I had never heard of any subliminal technique that was this powerful. It had been strong enough to make these two self-defined strong-willed students, these two arrogant students, do something they’d never have done without subliminals.

“If you understand marketing techniques correctly, you’ll know how the ad influenced you. You probably just missed it. Let’s watch it again and see if you can find out.”

This time, I entered a subliminal message outrageous enough that I expected it to only have a partial impact. The degree to which they would be influenced by it would help me determine the range of what was possible. The two students watched with rapt attention, determined to find out the trick and not to be ensnared by it again.

Their faces lit up when it ended. They embarked on a contrived argument about how the movements the actor did to wash his chest encouraged a form of exhibitionism, especially in men who were working out and knew they had a great body.

“Now that I understand how it works though,” said Karl, “when I think about the ad, I don’t really think about showing off my chest anymore.”

“Me neither,” said Kevin. “My abs will stay covered, even if they are phenomenal,” he said, with a nervous laugh. “I don’t even understand it could have worked the first time. Nice experiment, Professor. Useful for the assignment.”

I smiled. “Fantastic. I knew you were both too clever to be fooled for long. You don’t feel the urge to show even an inch of skin if I say ‘Vibrance Shower Gel’?”

I could not believe my eyes! Karl and Kevin immediately started to remove their shirts. Not only that, but they did so in a completely casual manner, as if they were in a locker room. They discarded the shirts on the floor.

What really astounded me were their answers to my question. “Not an inch,” said Karl. He wore a silver chain, and had small tattoos on both his shoulders. “Not the slightest urge to give you a peek,” said Kevin proudly. They were completely unaware that they were currently bare-chested.

Being able to see the finely sculpted upper bodies of these hot young men was one thing, but realizing that they were unaware of how exposed they were gave me such a hard-on I was worried my pants would rip. How could simple subliminals have such power? The power to have them not only remove their shirts in the presence of their teacher but remain clueless of their shirtless state?

“So, do you agree to let us write a counter-argument?” asked Kevin, with some impatience.

I did not answer right away. I was lost staring at his wide muscular shoulders, his chiseled pecs and small erect nipples.

“I think so,” I finally said. Karl sighed with relief. I stared at the firm curves of his tanned athletic body with its sharply cleft obliques. “But if you want to make sure to get an A+, I think it would improve your paper if you had a discussion of the exact techniques an ad can use on you and how you specifically can counter them.”

“An A+?” asked Kevin, as his eyes widened for a moment. “I’m liking the sound of that.”

“Let’s watch the video once more, but this time with an eye as to how you are countering its effects. How you so successfully resisted exposing your torsos,” I said, smiling as I once more checked out the two hot bare-chested students.

I was a bit nervous to pursue in that direction. What I had done so far was already completely unethical and could get me fired. Karl and Kevin were likely to become aware of their actions today and would certainly not be happy about it. But I was starting to be so turned on that I didn’t seem to care about all that. My life had been boring and was likely to keep being boring. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass despite the possible, or even likely, consequences.

The next set of subliminals I introduced in the ad really pushed past ethical boundaries. I was curious about how their lack of awareness was achieved — it seemed similar to what people experience in a hypnotic trance. And if so, could other hypnotic trance effects be achieved through subliminals?

Karl and Kevin, baited by the hope of an A+, took their task very seriously. They took out notepads from their backpacks, and watched intently the ad, taking notes. When the video ended, they studied the notes they had taken during it, and started to give me a competent analysis of the techniques used in the video.

I could barely listen to them, eager to know if the subliminals had succeeded. They even asked to watch it a second time, which pleased me as it would deepen their exposure.

“You know what I think?” said Karl suddenly, not realizing I knew because I’m the one who made him think it. “The paper is one thing, but in this era of YouTube, I was thinking we could make a video as well, something we could show the class.”

Kevin gave a sharp clap with his hands and continued eagerly. “Yes, yes, that’s so cool. Let’s show them exactly how the ad did it. In fact, let’s make a similar ad ourselves, and we then explain how it was done.”

“I’m impressed,” I said, not about their idea but about how mine had worked so well. “There’s a webcam on the computer here, I can use it to film you.”

They looked at each other, confused. “You mean right now?” asked Karl. Then I saw a change in his eyes, the subliminals kicking in. He stood up and said: “No time like the present,” lazily popping his sneakers off.

“Let’s do this,” said Kevin, jumping up from his seat and trying to catch up with Karl in the removal of their shoes and socks.

Now barefoot, they paused for a moment, their hands hovering over their waist. Then, once again, I saw in their eyes the subliminals convincing them that they were in a locker room situation. They detached their jeans and removed them completely, in a casual way, then dropped them to the floor and pushed them away with their feet.

Watching my two students casually stripping down to their underwear in my office almost made me cream my boxers. They stood before me wearing only their boxer-briefs, Karl in simple black 2xist and Kevin in white silky fashionable Calvin Klein’s. I could not take my eyes off their muscular bare legs and the tempting bulges in their underwear. They started brainstorming a possible script, completely clueless that they had turned into my personal strippers. I installed the webcam to point at an empty wall.

“We just want to focus on the moves of the actor in the commercial,” said Karl, absent-mindedly scratching his balls through his boxers. “So we don’t need an actual shower or even soap, we’ll just mime the actions.”

“Ok, we’ll start with our backs to the camera as in the commercial, and slowly turn around as we wash ourselves. Are you ready to film, Professor?”

I was so ready… I started recording the video as they stood with their backs to me. Their underwear was tight enough to hug the shape of their butts perfectly. I still could not believe I had managed to get so much control over them that they’d do something like that not only willingly, but with such enthusiasm.

“Ok, we’re ready to start,” said Karl. “Oh wait, our boxers!” He proceeded to slide his boxers down his legs and throw them on the small black couch. Kevin did the same with his boxers. My heart was racing, they were both butt naked and letting me record it on video!

I cleared my throat and said: “You both realize that you are not wearing any clothes right now? Are you comfortable with that?”

“Sure, why would we mind?” asked Karl.

“We don’t wear clothes in the locker room,” said Kevin. “We’re ok with that, don’t worry!”

By then I was so horny I just had to touch myself. What was happening was a miracle, especially considering that those two students were total hunks.

“Ok, let me frame the shot properly,” I said, trembling. “Don’t move.” I made sure the frame was perfect and that I was recording. Then I took advantage that they could not see me, detached my pants and started to jerk off slowly as I scanned the curves of their smooth naked backsides. Karl’s ass was muscular and tight, while Kevin’s was compact and bubble-like.

When I saw some signs of impatience in them, I took my hand out of my pants and said: “Allright, rolling!”

They started to mime washing themselves in the shower, then pivoted to face me in full frontal nudity.

I grabbed the side of my desk and used all of my willpower not to come right there and then. I let them drone on but observed as they rubbed their hands all over their nude bodies. Karl had shaved his pubes completely, his cut penis hung nicely over two plump balls. Kevin’s dark pubes were intact. His dick was uncut, long and slender.

“Professor?” asked Karl.

I could not stop staring at the curves and ridges of their nude bodies.

“Professor?” asked Karl again, worried.

“Did you get all that?” asked Kevin, playing with his left nipple distractedly.

“Yeah, yeah sure, I did,” I said, snapping back to reality. “All recorded.”

I was getting dizzy by the enormity of what I had done. I had two naked students in my office, and I had them on video exposing every inch of their bodies. And yet, despite knowing I had already done enough to get me to jail, I could not bring myself to care. I had become addicted to the power this device gave me. I was just thinking about the next step.

“Can we see it on the HD screen?” asked Karl.

I hurriedly typed some new subliminals in the app. “Sure, just give a me a minute. Sit on the sofa, you’ll be more cozy.”

Still comfortable in their nudity, the two students sat their bare butts on the black sofa, ready to watch the ad and analysis they had made. They were captivated by their performance, laughing at themselves as if it had been a funny home video. Meanwhile, my latest set of diabolical subliminals were making their way into their subconscious.

When it was finished playing, they gave themselves a little bit of applause. “Wow, this is gonna be good,” said Karl. “We just need to edit it. We’ll reframe it, I’m not really comfortable with the whole class seeing my dick, you know…”

“Same,” said Kevin. “We should also discuss the gel in the original ad, and how by emphasizing the texture and color of it they trigger a sensual, almost sexual response…”

“GEL SLAVES,” I suddenly said.

Kevin frowned but continued. “… as if the gel was some kind of aphrodisiac, promising… arousal… an addiction… enslaving…”

Karl and Kevin closed their eyes for a few seconds. When they opened them, they were in a deep trance.

“I’m a gel slave,” said Kevin, mechanically.

“I’m a gel slave,” said Karl in the same monotonous voice.

Then, as I had instructed in the subliminals, they came back to their senses temporarily. After a few seconds of confusion, they became angry and agitated. “What the fuck?” said Karl, looking at himself and realizing he was naked.

“Why the hell did we take our clothes off for a fucking video?” said Kevin, glaring at me.

They both instinctively tried to hide their crotch with their hands, but my instructions prevented them to do so. “How could you let us do that? Are you some kind of pervert?” yelled Karl.

“How did you manage to convince us to take our clothes off?” asked Kevin. “A drug? What?”

“No, not a drug. It was the ad you watched. Do you still believe your minds too strong to be influenced by marketing?”

To be fair, the marketing powers of the ad had been enhanced just a little bit. But they didn’t have to know.

“Doesn’t make any sense,” said Karl. “How could…?”

I stood up and slowly walked close to sofa where my two hot naked students sat. When he saw me come close, Karl cringed away from me. Kevin warned: “Don’t you dare touch me!” Yet, when I placed my hand on his warm and hard skin and started to rub his pecs and abs, he didn’t do anything to stop me.

“Why can’t I stop you?” he said. He started to fidget, aroused by my touch. “Why does it feel good?”

I moved so that I could also caress Karl’s bare chest. He started to breathe deeply and slowly, groaning occasionally. “I’m getting so horny,” he said. “Why is this happening?”

“You both know why. Just say it, and you’ll feel better.”

They both said, at the same time, “Because sex sells. Because we are gel slaves. We obey our Master, and his touch is ecstasy.”

“Good boys,” I said, enjoying the role playing. “Now Kevin, I’ve been dreaming to see your naked butt since I first saw you. Stand up and turn around so I can take a long look at it.”

“No fucking… Yes, Master, right away.” He did as instructed, and I feasted my eyes on his inviting bubble butt.

“Karl, get yourself hard and masturbate for me.”

“You want me to jerk off while you watch?” he said, stunned but with his hand already playing with his dick. “Yes, Master. I’ll get hard for you…” He sat back, his impressive cock starting to point straight up. “…and stroke myself for you,” he continued, getting a solid grip on his cock. He stroked himself slowly and thoroughly.

I moved my hands all over Kevin’s backside, squeezing his firm yet malleable butt cheeks. I opened them up and fingered his puckered anus, delighting in the moan of pleasure that came from the arrogant student. I turned to look at Karl whose dick had turned into a 9-inch flagpole and who was stroking himself with faster and shorter motions, his eyes closed.

“So guys, just checking. Before you watched this ad in my office, how would you have reacted if I told you that I had sexual feelings for you and wanted you to satisfy them?”

Karl opened his eyes and sneered. “I would have been furious and punched you I think, Master.”

“I would have denounced you — oooh your finger in my butt feels so good — to the dean, Master,” said Kevin, bending over and pushing his butt towards me.

“But Karl, I’d really like you to undress me and suck my cock. It would satisfy me very much.”

Karl looked at me with hungry eyes. “Of course Master. Satisfying my Master makes me super horny.” He fumbled with my pants button and zipper and managed to detach them and let them drop. He looked surprised at the sight of the tent in my boxers at eye level, but it made him even more ravenous. He pulled them down so fast he almost tore them. Meanwhile I had unbuttoned and removed my shirt and tie.

I sat back on the sofa, next to the bent Kevin. Karl kneeled next to me and removed the rest of my clothes. Then there was a flash of lust in his eyes as he opened his mouth and started to suck on my cock diligently and hungrily.

While he was doing so, I started to rim Kevin’s ass, while squeezing his balls. “Turn around,” I eventually told him. “Yes, Master,” he said, and he pivoted, almost striking my face with the full 11 inches of his cock. It was lean, and hard as steel. I engulfed it with glee, enjoying how Kevin twisted around in pleasure.

“Karl, stand up next to Kevin,” I said after a little while.

“Sure, Master,” mumbled Karl, as he removed my cock from his mouth.

I had my two students, naked, hard and willing standing before me. I alternated sucking their cocks while they kissed as I had ordered them. It felt fantastic to have such great sex with two young men with phenomenal (to use Kevin’s word) bodies.

Finally, I stood up and said: “Bend over the couch and open up your ass cheeks so I can see your anuses.” They bent over the couch, offering their butts to me. Karl’s butt was slightly hairy, more muscular than Kevin’s. I had a full view of their pink anuses. I slid a wet finger in each of their butts, rubbing their most intimate part to make them ready. They both gasped as I did so, but they let me invade them that way without any protest.

I fucked them both in turn with abandon until I came all over Karl’s back. “Kevin, lick my cum off Karl’s back,” I said.

“Yes Master,” he said. I watched as the proud intellectual took out his tongue to lap up my sperm off his friend’s back.

Then I watched as the two of them sat back on the couch and brought themselves to orgasm, exploding all over their torsos. I used their own underwear to clean them up.

As they lay haphazardly on the sofa, spent, I asked: “So Karl and Kevin, did you expect this when you came in my office today?”

“No Master,” said Kevin. “I didn’t expect my teacher to become my sexual master, Master.”

“I didn’t either, Master,” said Karl. “I had no idea I’d become your playtoy, Master.”

“Master, are we on our way to an A+? What do you say?” said Kevin, almost innocently.

I smiled but didn’t answer. With a finger, I collected a drop of fresh pre-cum from each of their dicks, then licked it. “This tastes like you enjoyed yourselves, boys. I will release you for now, but when you get dressed, you won’t put your underwear back on. Instead, before leaving my office, you’ll offer it to me as a gift. RINSE GEL.”

I sat back at my desk while I watched the two boys put their clothes back on. The moment they had done so, they forgot everything that took place after watching the ad the first time, and returned to their former selves.

“So you have my permission to develop a counter-argument for your assignment,” I said.

Their confused looks soon changed into smiles. “Great!” said Kevin, as he picked up his cum-soaked underwear from the floor.

“I’m glad we finally managed to convince you,” said Karl. “Here,” he said, putting his black boxer briefs on my desk. “My underwear. Just a little gift. They’re a bit wet and sticky.”

“Thank you Karl, I appreciate it.”

“Here’s mine,” said Kevin. “They’re my favorite too.”

“It’s an honor, Kevin,” I said, as I sniffed both pair of underwear in turn. For a moment, they looked puzzled by my actions, then they just left my office. I stopped the recording of all that steamy action and prepared myself for a good wank watching it all over again.

The Lexington B&B – Ch. 1

The Lexington Bed & Breakfast (by Mafisto)

Chapter 1

[Comments welcome and appreciated. Fantasy Casting: Caspar Oechsler as Casey Cooper, Simon Nessman as Simon Stewart, Trevor Mahon as Travis Murphy, Yoav Reuveni as Seth Rivera, Alex Lago as Andrew Lewis, iStock model as Justin Parker.]

The two young men with backpacks sauntered to the front desk, wheeling their compact suitcases beside them. “Welcome to the Lexington,” said Howard. “What name is your reservation under?”

The high-cheekboned hottie with unkempt umber hair smirked. “It’s under mine, Simon Stewart.”

Howard scanned the brief list of names on the computer. “Gotcha right here, Mr. Stewart, for a double with two twins. You’ll be with us for a week, I see. I need your signature here and your credit card for the deposit.”

While Howard waited for the card to be authorized, he studied his new guests. Simon was rocking back and forth on his heels, while his friend hummed quietly.

“Can I have your name as well, sir?” Howard asked the hummer.

“Absolutely,” he said, his forest green eyes sparkling with eagerness. “I’m Casey Cooper.”

Casey wore a royal blue polo. His face was gently freckled and his gelled reddish-brown hair was neatly parted on the side.

“Here you go: two keys for room 4, down the hall, up the stairs, then on your left. Have a nice stay!”

“Thanks,” said Casey. Simon kept silent. The two guests headed towards the stairs.

Howard figured they were college students, here for the beach like most of his guests, this being the high season in Cape Cod. He loved this time of the year, when the Lexington filled up with good-looking guys in beach attire. Lots of options for his wanking fantasies. No harm if it was only in his head, no?

The Lexington Bed & Breakfast had been housing guests for almost a hundred and fifty years. When Howard and his older sister Mary had bought the place, ten years before, they had invested considerably in its restoration. Located on Sea Street, two blocks from the beach, the Lexington was a homely house with blue-gray clapboard siding, burgundy shutters, a high gabled roof and a hospitable porch. White bricks covered the wide parking area beside the house. Tall bushy trees isolated its grounds, which were generously overlayed with vibrant flowerbeds tended by Mary, including the modest in-ground swimming pool.

“You two have fun in Bermuda,” said Howard to Mary and her boyfriend. On that early evening, a Friday in May, they stood on the porch with their luggage, waiting for a cab.

“You really should hire someone to help you this week,” said Mary. All the rooms are rented this weekend.“ She briefly turned her attention to a handsome man with a two-day beard who was walking out of the house. “Have a nice evening, Mr. Rivera,” she said.

“I will, and you have a nice trip.” Seth Rivera, a travel writer who stayed in room 5, was wearing jeans and a thin white shirt with stripes.

Howard stared at Mr. Rivera’s butt until it was out of sight. “I’ll be fine,” he then said. “I don’t mind being more busy than usual.”

Mary sighed. They were silent for a few minutes, then the Murphys, a couple with their teenage son and daughter, came out on the porch. They were staying in room 2, a full suite with two bedrooms.

“Hey, Ms. Lexington,” said Travis, the son. He had just finished high school, and his sister was two years younger. Howard had discovered these last few days that he was turned on by the cute boy next door’s naïveté.

“All set for Bermuda?” Travis asked.

“Oh God yes,” said Mary. “So the whole family’s going out for dinner.”

“Yeah, at La Scala,” said Emily, Travis’s sister.

As the Murphys headed onto the street, Mary’s cab pulled in. Howard helped the driver with the luggage and waved his sister goodbye. They had rarely been apart, but he looked forward to spending time on his own.

As he came back inside, he saw Justin Parker, a dark blond law student with glasses who was staying in room 3. He rarely went out, as he was studying for a crucial exam at BSU three days from then.

“Hey,” he said. “Would you mind ordering me a pizza from the Royal? A large cheese and pepperoni would be great.”

“No problem,” said Howard. “I’ll bring it to your room when it gets here.” Howard enjoyed entering the rooms of his attractive guests, whether they were in or not. He wouldn’t bring himself to snoop, but whenever he saw anything private laying around, like discarded boxers, it gave him some voyeuristic pleasure.

After calling the restaurant, Howard went down to the basement, where they had recently decided to add two extra rooms before the end of the year. However, a succession of previous owners had hoarded an impressive quantity of junk in there over the years. Everything had to go — Howard had been packing for weeks. A large part of the clutter was discarded furniture that Howard tried to all move to one corner.

He emptied an antique writing desk of its mostly useless content, which he put into boxes. He then lifted the desk to put one side of it on a small dolly, then grabbed the other side to roll the desk to the corner where he stowed the furniture. The desk was quite heavy: he ended up dropping it abruptly with a loud bang. Although nothing appeared to be broken, he noticed that the crash had opened a secret compartment on the side.

From the cavity, Howard grabbed a square wooden box, each side about 6 inches. Intrigued, he opened the box. It contained a black satin bag, itself containing in turn a sphere of aquamarine glass. Judging by the weight, it was hollow, with a short neck sealed by a stopper. Inside the colorful sphere, mirror-like strands caught the light and shone with mesmerizing swirls. Howard could not stop staring at it.

The front desk bell impatiently rang a few times, and Howard snapped out of his reverie. He hurried upstairs. Room 1’s occupants, Andrew Lewis and his blond girlfriend, were at the desk. As Howard approached, Andrew, a tall lean sexy twenty-something, peered at him with piercing cobalt eyes. He had soft spikes of black hair, with sideburns and a two-day beard.

Howard gave them the extra towels they asked for, then noticed how dark it was outside. Checking his watch, he realized he must have been staring at that glass ball for over an hour. Confused, he went back to the basement. He put the ball back in its bag, careful not to look at it. He discovered a small journal at the bottom of the box. Nothing in the box or journal identified the writer. Howard brought the box and its contents to his bedroom, where he started to read the anonymous writings.

According to the journal, the captivating ball was a witch ball, believed to ward off evil spirits. Its bright blue swirls were meant to entice evil spirits and capture them inside. A few pages later, it was mentioned that a powerful charming spirit had been captured in that very ball. The journal’s author had discovered that anyone gazing at the ball became entranced by the spirit inside. The entranced’s conscious self would be completely overwhelmed in the fight to look away, leaving their subconscious completely vulnerable, as if in a deep state of hypnosis. However, a loud noise or the removal of the ball from their sight would awaken them from that state. The journal went on about how its author used it to “convince” people to give him money and a woman he loved to marry him, then the entries stopped abruptly.

Was that what had happened to him earlier? Had he been entranced by the spirit in the ball, fighting it to free his mind for over an hour, until the sound of the bell woke him?

Howard was not gullible, but he did believe in the possibility of the supernatural. He remembered the whole experience, the intensity of the pull he had felt from that ball, how swiftly it had totally engrossed him, as eerily unnatural. He reread the journal attentively, determined to fully explore the witch ball’s alleged powers.

The next morning, as Howard swept the corridor on the first floor, he looked out the window and saw Travis, the Murphys’ son, alone in the backyard. None of the guests were up by then, as the first breakfasts to serve were only scheduled for more than an hour later.

Howard continued with his sweeping, but would often pause to look at Travis. He suddenly realized he had a partial erection. A strong urge to entice the high school graduate grew in him, an urge which felt out of character for him. He found himself heading to his room to fetch the witch ball.

When Howard entered the backyard, he stared at the cute Travis, at his longish brown hair, thick eyebrows, naive eyes. The student slumped against a tree, arms folded. Mornings were still a bit chilly. Travis wore a royal blue T-shirt with white print.

“Hi!” the student said. “I woke up an hour ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. Quiet morning.”

“Yes, it is quiet,” said Howard. “So your family’s still asleep?”

“Oh yeah. My dad was snoring when I snuck out. I checked the pool, the water is too cold. Maybe this afternoon… Although we’ll probably be at the beach.”

“It’ll be okay this afternoon.” Howard waited a moment, then took out the satin bag. “Let me show you what I found in the basement last night.”

He took the witch ball out and lay it on one of the round patio tables, careful not to look directly at it.

“Cool!” said Travis. “Is it some sort of Christmas ball? It’s bigger than… There’s light swirling in it… I…”

The young man stopped moving, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes vacant vaguely looking at the ball.

“Travis?” asked Howard, “can you hear me?”

Travis’s mouth slowly opened. “Yesss…” he said quietly, almost in a whisper.

At the sight of the helpless student, Howard felt an unexpected and intense satisfaction. For a moment, he could not tell if the feeling was his own.

“Listen to me carefully,” he said. He had been curious about hypnosis a few years ago, and had read a few books, enough to know how to formulate suggestions. He gave Travis a few deepening inductions, but they hardly seemed necessary — the trance was already surprisingly deep.

Howard felt a rush of lust inside. It frightened him.

“When you wake up,” Howard commanded, “you will feel very hot. The sun will be burning. There will be only one thing on your mind: cooling down. You will realize that you are wearing your swim trunks under your jeans. You won’t be able to resist stripping down to your swim trunks and jump in the pool. You’ll find the water warm and nice.”

Howard made the youth repeat everything twice. He was astonished as to how well Travis responded to the suggestions. He then proceeded to put the ball back in the bag. A few seconds later, Travis snapped out of his trance.

“Whoa,” he said. “I think I dozed off for a second. Anyway, that thing was beautiful, what was it?”

“A witch ball, they call it,” Howard said, noticing how uncomfortable Travis started to look. “It was used to ward evil spirits.”

“Oh.. OK. Gee, it’s really hot all of a sudden.” The boy was starting to glisten with sweat. “I can’t believe how hot it is!”

Howard could not believe his suggestions were working. Despite the morning chill, Travis felt intense heat and started to pull his T-shirt off. His smooth and tight torso sparkled with sweat beads. He then took off his sneakers and ankle socks, standing barefoot in the grass.

“So hot!” he said, completely focused on the imagined heat, almost oblivious to Howard’s presence. “I have to cool down. I think I’ll take a quick dip in the pool, if you don’t mind.”

Howard was too fascinated to answer, but Travis didn’t expect one. He proceeded to detach his belt, unzip his jeans, let them drop and then step out of them. A pair of white boxerbriefs with a gray waistband hugged his hips.

“Nice swim trunks,” said Howard, smiling.

“Thanks,” Travis said, reflexively. “OK, I’m jumping in…”

He ran to the edge of the pool and dove in the cold water. Howard walked to the pool’s edge and watched the boy do a few laps in his white boxers.

“The water’s just right!” said Travis, excited.

He climbed out of the pool, his wet underwear now translucent and clinging to his skin, showing the contours of a soft six-inch cut dick, and, as the young man turned around to turn back in, the shape of a firm bubble butt.

Howard got an instant hard-on. He realized he relished the power he had over the young man, he could make him do anything he wanted. What was going on? Why did he feel that way? He had felt some attraction toward the student, but this was pure and intense lust, mixed in with a desire to dominate.

Howard panicked. He took out the witch ball again. As Travis climbed out of the pool a second time, his eyes fell on it.

The young man stood still, his hands on his waist, elbows out. His boxers had slid a bit down his waist, exposing his pubes, the root of his dick, and a good inch of his ass crack in the back. He stood motionless, completely unaware of his state.

“Travis, when you wake up, you will get dressed and return to your room. You’ll forget everything about the heat and about taking a swim.”

A few seconds after Howard slipped the ball back in the bag, Travis used a towel on a rack beside the pool to dry himself, then put his jeans back on. He put on the rest of his clothes, then quietly headed back inside the Lexington.

Howard sat down, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. Overwhelmed by how powerful the witch ball was, allowing him to make Travis do things the high school senior would never have done willingly. But also overwhelmed by his own actions and reactions to the whole situation. He did not recognize himself in them and it scared him.

At 10 AM, he delivered room 3’s breakfast. All the other guests had already eaten and left the B&B by then. Travis hadn’t acted out of the ordinary, even giving him a small nod as he’d passed by the front desk with his sister. Howard was relieved.

“Come in!” said Justin.

The law student was seated in the armchair, in khaki shorts and a blue-gray sweater, a book on his lap. He was reading his book attentively, holding the tip of a pen on his temple. It gave Howard a chance to check him out. His mop of dark blond hair had obviously not been combed or brushed since he got out of bed, and Howard found this insouciance about his looks arousing.

As Howard placed the breakfast tray on the desk, he was startled to see the witch ball on the tray in its satin bag. He didn’t remember having put it there. Why had he done this? Looking back at the law student, he found himself staring at his exposed lower legs, lean and sparsely covered in blond hair. Howard had once jerked off to Justin earlier in the week, but now this casual attraction was growing rapidly into full blown desire. He took out the witch ball from its bag and placed it next to the tray.

“Thank you,” said Justin, closing his book. He stood up and approached the desk. “What’s this?” The moment his eyes fell on the swirls of the witch ball, they stayed fixed on it. “Some kind of globe,” he mumbled. “It’s fascinating, all those bright shades of blue, green, what…”

He stopped talking and stood, immobile, gently rocking back and forth, his eyes locked onto the ball.

“Mr. Parker… Justin… Can you hear me?”

Justin took a long breath, then whispered, with some effort: “Yesss…”

“While you are in this deep trance, you will listen to everything I tell you. You will follow my instructions once you are awake, without knowing why you do so or finding it strange. Repeat what I just said.”

“Listen to everything… Follow instructions… Won’t know why… Won’t find it strange…”

Looking at him standing there, so vulnerable, ready to obey him, gave Howard a rush of confidence. He realized the law student made him feel inferior, because of his better looks and his better education. But now he was completely under his spell and Howard wanted his turn at feeling superior.

“Listen carefully to me, Justin,” said Howard in a clear authoritative voice. “When you wake up, every time you hear me say the words THE LAW, you will immediately take off an article of clothing, and will not try to put it back on. You will react normally to your state of undress, but you won’t be able to stop stripping. You will not find it strange that you are doing this, and you will not ask me to look away or get out of the room.”

Howard made sure all these suggestions were deeply understood by Justin, then put the ball back in the bag. After a few seconds of confusion, Justin blinked a few times and said: “Sorry, I can’t remember what I was talking about. Brain fart. Anyway, thanks for the breakfast, it looks delicious. However, I did ask for my eggs yolk to be over well, but that’s ok.”

He sat down in front of the desk, ready to eat.

“Mr. Parker, when did you start being interested in THE LAW?”

Justin put down the fork he had just grabbed and lifted his sweater up, flashing his defined abs. “I guess it was when I was in high school, when my parents sued our insurance company.” He pulled the sweater above his head and let it drop next to the chair. “We won the case, and I became fascinated by how powerful lawyers are.”

He seemed to realize he was shirtless, and looked uncomfortable. “I have no idea why I just took off my sweater,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I feel a bit exposed here.” Yet, he did nothing to remedy the situation, grabbed his fork again and took a bite of pancakes. Howard stared at the firm, almost hairless chest with its dark nipples the size of quarters.

Howard pointed to his chest and said: “You must do some kind of sport to have such a nice chest.” Justin seemed embarrassed that his bare chest was the subject of conversation, but he said: “Yeah, I’m part of the rowing team.”

“You manage to do that while studying THE LAW,” said Howard. “That’s impressive.”

Justin once again put down his fork and proceeded to remove his socks. “I guess, it’s not always easy,” he said, “but keeping in shape makes my mind sharper.”

Howard looked at Justin’s tanned, well-formed feet. “Your feet are warm?” he said. Justin raised his eyebrows. “I guess!” he said, before returning to his breakfast.

Howard waited for Justin to finish his breakfast, then said: “But isn’t THE LAW very complex to learn?”

Justin immediately stood up and detached the top of his khaki shorts. “Yeah, it’s really complex, for sure.” He unzipped his shorts and let them drop on the floor. “But I have a great memory,” he said, stepping out of the shorts.

He was now wearing only a pair of tighty whities, with a pretty obvious bulge at the front. “By the way, breakfast was good. But I’m still hungry, I could’t eat the eggs, I hate runny yolk.”

In any other circumstances, Howard would have brought him another plate of eggs cooked as he wanted, but he couldn’t care less at this moment.

Justin suddenly noticed his state of undress. He immediately blushed and tried to hide his crotch with his hands.

“Sorry…” he said, awkwardly.

“For what?” asked Howard, as if he didn’t know.

“Euh… For just being in my underwear. I can’t seem to keep my clothes on this morning, I don’t know why.” He gave another nervous laugh. “I’m a bit prude about my body, I find it embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” said Howard, which was the truth.

“Anyway,” Justin said emphatically, “I think I must go back to my studying.”

He was obviously trying to communicate to Howard that he wanted him to leave, but could not say so directly because of the suggestions. He turned around to face the armchair, giving Howard a good look of the shape of his toned rower butt.

Howard’s lust was growing like a fever. He had never felt so aggressively horny in his life. He didn’t care about Justin’s feelings, or about the risk of harassing a guest, he just wanted to dominate the smug law student.

“What part of THE LAW are you studying now?” he said, anxiously awaiting the uncovering that was to come.

Justin started to shake a bit, as if he was trying to resist. But despite himself, his hands went to his waist and his thumbs slid under his white briefs waistband.

“Civil law,” he said, sliding the white fabric down his firm legs. “Civil law in general,” he said, kicking the underwear away.

He had now exposed his entire backside to Howard, who could only stare ravenously at the student’s luscious bare butt.

“What the fuck!” said Justin. “I have no idea why I just did that! Taking my boxers off… I’m completely naked!”

“Don’t be shy,” said Howard. “You’re really attractive.” He took out the witch ball from its bag and placed it next to the check on the table. “Now you just have to sign the receipt and I’ll be on my way.”

“What?” said Justin in a panic. He hesitated, then grabbed his law book. He turned around, holding the book over his crotch. He walked to the table, completely discomfited, blushing and avoiding Howard’s gaze. As he bent to sign the check, his eyes caught the witch ball and locked on it.

“Hey, I remember seeing that before… Those colors… Can’t look away…”

Justin, silent and motionless once more, lost all tension in his body. His law book fell at his feet with a loud thud, revealing his trimmed pubes and his soft uncut dick the length of the pen he had been holding earlier, but about an inch in girth.

Howard started to take his own clothes off, relishing the sight of the naked future lawyer completely at his mercy. “So, tell me Justin, you are still hungry, aren’t you?”

The naked college student, eyes still fixated on the witch ball, struggled to whisper: “Yessss.”

Now just wearing boxers barely covering his erection, Howard said, mischievously, “I’ll certainly help you with that. When you awake, you will still react normally, except you won’t be able to get dressed again or cover yourself. You won’t want me to leave the room or stop looking at you even though it embarrasses you. Nothing I do will seem strange to you. You will be convinced I have nothing to do with what is happening to you, that it is all your own doing. Now, listen carefully, when I mention that something is DELICIOUS, you will feel a ravenous hunger to lick and suck and swallow that thing, and that hunger will be uncontrollable. That hunger will be sexual and extremely arousing. You’ll never bite though.”

After making sure that Justin remembered all those suggestions, Howard put the witch ball back in its bag, which immediately woke Justin up.

“Whoa!” the lawyer said. “I’m still naked. Why the hell did I strip naked?” He looked at Howard, erect in his boxers. “And you have a hard-on… Because you can see my cock, makes sense, I knew you were gay… It’s still humiliating to know you’re hard from looking at me naked.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Howard. “This is the least humiliating thing that is about to happen to you.”

Justin gave a frightened look to Howard. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Howard pointed at the breakfast plate with the eggs untouched and cold. “These eggs are DELICIOUS, aren’t they Justin?”

“What? No, I hate runny yolks, it’s all slimy and…” Howard could see Justin’s cock slowly stiffening and rising. “Slimy and the texture is so sensual, I just have to eat them.”

He fell to his knees and started to lick the surface of the eggs, then sucked them into his mouth without using his teeth. He was moaning and jerking off with one hand. The yellow yolk started to drool down his mouth, and he wiped it with his fingers and licked every drop. He then licked the plate clean.

Howard was playing with his hard dick in his boxers watching the law student debase himself. Once there were no trace of the eggs anywhere, Howard said: “I think you’ll find my fingers delicious, Justin.”

He held his fingers in the air and Justin jumped back to his feet and immediately grabbed them and started licking them with alacrity. He was moaning and rubbing his chest with his left hand. He mumbled: “I’m so horny,” never taking his tongue off of Howard’s fingers.

Howard maneuvered behind Justin the tongue-machine, and managed to lower his boxers with his remaining hand. He grabbed the law student’s butt with that hand, squeezing and spreading his cheeks, then he hugged his body from behind, his erection cradling the length of Justin crack. He rubbed it up and down rhythmically. The warmth of Justin’s butt on his cock felt magnificent.

“By the way, Justin,” said Howard. “My mouth is DELICIOUS.”

Justin immediately whirled around in Howard’s arms, his hard cock rubbing against Howard’s. He entered Howard’s mouth with his moist tongue, and kissed Howard with an intense need. He was so aroused by now that he welcomed Howard’s naked body around his. Howard’s hands now both free, he used them to feel every curve of the law student’s body. He palmed his ball sack and gave a few strokes to his impressive hard-on.

After two or three minutes of intense kissing and fondling, Howard forced Justin’s head away from his mouth long enough to breathe: “My chest is DELICIOUS” is Justin’s ear.

Justin, continuing to jerk off frantically with one hand, started to brush his tongue across Howard’s upper chest. Howard was also jerking off, enjoying the attention. The moist spongy beast then circled around Howard’s nipples, teasing them erect. He seductively licked down Howard’s stomach, stopping to poke inside his belly button.

Grabbing Justin’s head firmly with both hands, Howard said: “my hard cock is DELICIOUS Justin. What do you want to do to it?”

Justin shook his head wildly, trying to break free of Howard’s hold. He shouted: “I want to lick it, I want to suck it, I want to swallow it.” Howard released the ravenous student’s head and Justin immediately dropped to his knees and started licking Howard’s cock up and down, before wrapping his mouth around it and suckling on it slowly.

Howard guided Justin’s rhythm with his hand on his head, while Justin’s hands were all over Howard’s ass, clenching tight.

When he was close to threshold, Howard said: “Justin, you won’t believe how much my butthole is DELICIOUS.”

Justin let Howard’s cock fall out of his mouth and almost begged: “please, I’d be so ashamed of eating a man’s butt, please I don’t want it to be delicious…”

“But my butthole is DELICIOUS Justin,” said Howard, surprised at his own callousness. “But I won’t allow you to eat it unless you beg for it.”

Justin acted like a complete addict. He was writhing in pain, “Sir, I just have to lick your butthole, it’s like torture, I beg you to let me eat your delicious anus, please!”

Howard turned around and bent over. Justin was immediately all over him, spreading his butt cheeks apart and burying his face in. His slippery serpentine tongue prodded, scraped and assaulted Howard’s butthole. The B&B owner did enjoy the sensations, but having reduced the smug sexy law student to service his hole gave him ten times as much pleasure. After five minutes of wet warm anal probing, Howard came, spurting a puddle of fresh cum on Justin’s law book.

“Justin, both my cum and your cum are the most DELICIOUS substances you’ll ever put in your mouth.”

Justin immediately crawled like a dog towards his law book and lapped all of Howard’s cum from it. Then he used his finger to wipe the pre-cum on his dick and lick it. He then said: “I want more cum, I have to cum,” and he lay down on his back. One jerk and thick strings of thick white cum streamed all over his cock and abs. He used his fingers to bring all of it to his hungry mouth like it was the most precious liquid in the world.

When he finally looked up, Howard was waiting for him with the witch ball in hand. Five minutes later, Howard came out of room 3 while Justin was in the shower, not remembering anything of Howard’s visit except that his breakfast had been fucking DELICIOUS.