Keeping our secrets

by EdIam   

James isn’t entirely sure he wants to accompany his little brother, Andy, on a trip to a stranger’s house for a round of recreational hypnosis. He knows his brother as a fetish for hypnosis, strangely…so the old guy likely does too, which is definitely awkward for the straight older brother. Luckily, James is sure hypnosis isn’t real…right?

“Seriously?” I asked, placing my fingers to my temple, not even trying to contain my annoyance.

“Please, James! I just want to feel what it’s like. You know I’ve always had an interest and you’re the only guy I’d trust to make sure it’s safe!”

I stared at Andy, not really sure how to respond. He was asking me, his literal brother, to watch an old guy hypnotize him. It wasn’t as if I didn’t understand why he wanted me to be there, considering he’d be putting a lot of trust into a complete stranger. But did I really want to spend my Saturday night watching two guys do hypnotic fetish bullshit? I mean, hypnosis wasn’t even real, for one thing. But even more importantly, “Dude, I don’t want to see you and some old pervert having sex. I know you’ve been open and honest about your interests, bro. But I’m not about to watch you get fucked by some predator taking over your damn mind…so to speak.”

Andy looked a little hurt. “Seriously, James, it’d just be for the first session…maybe two. And we’ll put down hard rules. No sex stuff at all. Especially while you’re there. I just want to try this out and this seems like the safest way to do it. I mean, look at me! I can’t protect myself!”

Andy wasn’t wrong. He was what he referred to as a ‘twink’. I didn’t really know or care for all the weird gay lingo, but he was a scrawny, pale, blonde 19-year-old with next to no muscles. He wasn’t unfit, per se, but compared to me, he was basically a twig.

I, on the other hand, was a 22-year-old jock. Dark brown hair, beard, muscular, and, well, a bit of a lady killer. I mean, I’m young, hot, and in college. I wasn’t looking for anything serious. Most chicks didn’t mind a one-night stand, and I never minded adding an extra notch on my bedpost.

He continued looking at me, pleading with me to help, and I couldn’t resist feeling at least a little bad for him. Andy had always had more of a rough go of everything than I did. He was a gay guy in the Midwest. He’d always been a little effeminate, alienated, and bullied. Granted, I always stood up for my little bro. Anyone messed with him and I’d instantly kick their ass. I’d always been a bit over-protective of my bro; this, however, seemed to be a hair too far…

…but his puppy dog eyes pleaded even harder.

I sighed. “Fine. But you owe me. And if there’s even a hint of a fucking boner on you, I’m peacing out. You know, I’ll have to cancel a date with Stacy Matthews for this.”

Andy smiled wide, pulling me in for a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! And Stacy is obsessed with you, bro. She’ll let you hit her any time.”

We laughed as I returned his hug. “Seriously though, what’s with this hypnosis stuff? I mean…I don’t even think it’s real but you honestly think it’s, like, sexy and stuff? What gives, bro?”

Andy blushed, leaning back onto our parents’ couch next to me. “I don’t know. I’ve just always found it exciting. Maybe because I didn’t have any options as I came to terms with my sexuality like you did. Mind control was, well, appealing to make up for it. I mean, I never did anything with any guys…still haven’t. So I guess I just gravitated towards a way in which guys could get me or I could get guys…I don’t know. I just like the idea of mind control in a, uh, sexy way.”

I scoffed. “Bro, mind control is fake. You deserve a dude who will like you for you. I’ll never know what it’s like to be gay and, well, don’t understand it any more than your weird fetish. But I’ll support you. Seriously, though, no lie. If this predator does anything outta line, I’m kicking his ass and taking you home.”

“Agreed.”

After that, Andy went off, likely to tell the creep that would be ‘hypnotizing’ him that it was on for Saturday. Being Thursday night, I only had a couple days to prepare for the weird arrangement. I instantly texted Stacy that we’d need to move our date—well, hook-up—to Sunday. She was a bit disappointed, as were my blue balls, but she understood and agreed.

Being Christmas break in the Chicago suburbs, there wasn’t much for me to do the next couple days. Most of my high school friends were either with family or hadn’t come home for break, so I just lounged around after my morning workout both Friday and Saturday.

Andy, however, couldn’t stop talking about how eager he was to get to this Patrick guys house and experience his fake hypno stuff for the first time. I felt for the kid, not really having ever had a boyfriend or, well, sexual experience (to my knowledge), it was almost like his possible first steps to losing his virginity. It was wild that I’d be a part of that story, and kind of disgusting. But I cared for the kid, so I’d make sure this older guy was on the level.

Then, the time came to head over to his place. Andy and I told our parents we were just gonna go out to eat together, not really wanting them to know I was basically helping my brother go do some sexual deviant shit. I mean, I felt weird doing it…I could only imagine my parents’ reaction.

“You sure you don’t want the, uh, five-star level bowl of cereal your mom was gonna make us all for dinner?” our father asked, sticking his tongue out at Mom.

“Well, I would have prepared lamb’s leg but being surrounded by male neanderthals means I have no other refined palates, like mine, to impress. So you, mister, can just enjoy your Corn Pops while our boys eat out and I order in some wonderful Chinese,” Mom teased back.

Saying our ‘love you’s and goodbyes as we laughed at the easy nature we all always got along, we made our way to my car, feeling only a little weird about lying to our parents. I drove, obviously, as I wasn’t going to trust Andy after basically going into a freaking guided meditation to be focused enough to handle getting us home afterwards.

I parked in front of a standard-looking suburban house with blue walls and white trim. Who knew a creepy gay pervert lived there, I joked to myself, unwilling to call the guy what I was pretty sure he was to my excited brother.

“Fuck…I don’t know if I can do this now…fuck, I’m nervous!” Andy stated, starting to lose his cool.

I shook my head. “Bro, seriously? I drove you out here, putting myself in an awkward position as your literal brother, canceled on the sexy fucking pussy that is Stacy fucking Matthews…and you’re gonna chicken out now? I mean, like, I’d be happy to drive you home so I can go get the snatch I’ve been craving, but, like…dude…”

Andy sighed, shaking his head as well. “Fine. Fuck. I’m nervous, though. What if…what if it doesn’t work?”

I laughed. “It fucking won’t. Hypnosis is fucking bullshit. But whatever. Maybe it’ll give you some jerk off material, you loser pervert.”

He laughed as I scuffled up his short, blonde hair, knowing I was kidding.

“Welp, let’s do this bullshit,” I said, reaching for the doorknob and launching myself out of the car, watching Andy do the same.

As we walked up to the door, Andy put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in. “Thanks again, bro. I know this is weird for you. But, well, I really do…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

He smiled, reaching out for the doorbell as we reached the front door. With a loud ‘ding dong‘, we waited, hearing movement inside.

Then, answering the door, a pudgy, balding man stood before us. Much older than I’d anticipated, likely in his 50s. When Andy had said he had this ‘tist’, as he called him, that was willing to try to ‘put him under’, I thought he’d be old, yes…but like, late 30s, early 40s old. Not…this.

Part of me wanted to just end it here. Another part wanted to call the guy a fucking creep for preying on a 19-year-old.

Then Andy said, “Hey, Patrick! This is my brother, James. I told you about him. He’s, uh, gonna watch to just make sure everything is, well…”

“On the level,” he stated, smiling. “Of course! Happy to have you here, James.”

The ugly guy held out his hand and, not wanting to be rude, I smiled and shook it. “Good to meet you to, uh, Patrick.”

“Well, come in, come in! I’m glad we could make this work out! Not many men into hypnosis living near here. What a surprise when I saw you on the H4G forums!”

I looked at Andy as we entered the rather well-kept home, ‘H4G?’ I mouthed to him in confusion.

“Hypnosis 4 Guys. Lots of gay hypnosis people there. I met Patrick there. He sent me a message after I joined a Chicago-based group!”

“Oh, sorry. James, you must not be very privy to the realm of gay hypnosis. Please, feel free to make yourselves comfortable. We can chat just to make sure everyone is comfortable before we do anything at all.”

I smiled, feeling a bit skeeved out at the sugary sweet way he was behaving. I was thoroughly weirded out by it all…but Andy just seemed awestruck. I didn’t want to be the wet blanket for my little bro, who had literally next to zero excitement in his life.

“So, just so we’re clear,” I cut in. “No funny stuff. No sexual stuff…at least unless Andy is all good and it’s, like, fifty-five sessions from now.”

I kept my face serious as Patrick jovially responded, “Of course! Honestly, it’s really rare to even have someone be able to go deep enough to do anything they wouldn’t wholeheartedly want to do outside of hypnosis on their first session anyway. He expressed an interest during out chats and I told him I’d be able to help him out. With you here, especially, we’ll keep it completely clean. Just a session.”

I nodded, playing the role of serious and protective older brother and making sure Patrick knew I wouldn’t hesitate to kick his ass if necessary. I flexed my arms and chest, really bulking myself up while trying to do so casually. Looking at Andy, I lightened up and asked, “You cool with all this then?”

Andy smiled broadly and nodded.

“Fabulous!” Patrick stated. “Just to recap: nothing sexual. No clothes come off. Nothing remotely gay, especially with your straight brother present. Just simple, clean, fun hypnosis. Perfect! So, Andy, why don’t you just sit right there, and James, feel free to sit over in the armchair in the corner of the room. You can watch while I work on getting Andy under. Please, feel free to interrupt if anything at all strikes you as too far. I want us all, including you, James, to be okay with what happens tonight.”

I nodded, squeezing Andy’s knee supportively as I stood up, taking a seat in a light blue chair at the corner of the room. From here, I knew I’d get a look at everything…and easy access to the fat fuck if he did so much as blink at Andy incorrectly.

“All right, everyone ready?” Patrick asked, looking between Andy and me. I nodded stoically, still showing Patrick I’d beat him to hell and back if necessary, and Andy enthusiastically. I was sitting at an angle behind him, so I couldn’t see his front, just Patrick sitting across from him and the back of his blonde head.

Patrick then turned to the table next to him, starting a little machine that began clicking every second or so. It went for a few seconds before Patrick began speaking.

“All right, now, I want you to sit with your feet flat on the floor and start taking in slow even breaths to allow yourself to relax. Really focus on that breathing. Just allow your mind to relax and listen to the binaural beat. As I speak to you.”

The beating was now accompanied by an admittedly soothing wave of sounds flowing in and out behind it. I could see Andy taking nice deep breaths in and out. I stayed focused on Patrick.

“Now, you’re going to continue to focus on your breathing even as you feel your body begin to relax. Your breathing is soothing you, calming you, slowing you down. It’s easy to let it happen because it’s natural. As you sit here and let the soothing sounds into your mind and my voice guide you, you find yourself easily able to focus on me and the growing calmness, that soothing calmness, in your body. There’s really nothing else to focus on than what is here in this room. My voice. The beat. The flowing wave sounds. The soothing space you’re in. You may even feel a bit bored and tired because it’s so relaxing and easy to let your mind wander. My voice. The beat. The flowing wave sounds. The soothing space you’re in. You can feel it all boring you, relaxing you, soothing you, making your mind wander. So boring yet soothing. Your body and mind feeling the relaxation and soothing boredom. My voice…”

On and on the man went, over and over again until I thought Andy had to be getting bored. I mean, I certainly was. Patrick’s voice was slow and steady and, mixed with the sounds from his machine, the beat and the waves, and my own wandering mind. It felt like Patrick was going on and on for over thirty minutes and I couldn’t stay as focused as I’d been in the beginning.

I felt my mind wander, unable to avoid it. It was just so boring, just as Patrick kept reiterating. His voice with that beat and the soothing waves and nothing else to focus on, that even as Patrick started changing it up slightly by talking about a soothing sensation “starting in your toes. You can feel it. It’s soothing. Nothing else matters…it’s a tingle that you can focus on now. Everything else is so boring, so monotonous, so unimportant. Now you have something to focus on. Something that feels good. That soothing feeling in your toes is spreading through your foot. It feels amazing to let it take over your nerves and just allow your foot to relax completely. Now your ankles…my voice, the beat, the waves, the soothing space and soothing feeling in your ankles. Nothing else matters. Now your calves…”

And he carried on, talking more about that soothing feeling which, despite myself, I felt. It was finally something to focus on that wasn’t the silly hypnosis or boring monotony of his voice…the beat…the waves…the soothing space leading towards my calves and now my groin and abdomen and chest and arms and the voice…the beat…the waves…

My eyes felt heavier and heavier, even as a small voice told me I should be paying attention. But that was all so boring, just like Patrick had been saying. There was nothing else exciting beyond the soothing feeling creeping down my arms into my elbows and wrists and hands and fingers…like instant muscle relaxants keeping me focused and eager to hear even more from the voice…the beat…the waves…my shoulders…my neck…my mouth…my nose…my eyes slammed shut as I felt the tingle in the last space…

My brain.

It shut off. There was nothing left but the voice, the beat, the waves, the soothing feeling in the room that overwhelmed me and guided me to this amazingly calm space. I didn’t even really care what the voice was saying…I just focused on how gloriously relaxed I was. How exciting it was to have this voice and beat and waves and soothing space to just relax in.

I forgot what I was here for…I forgot if I came with anyone…I forgot who I was as the voice simply kept me calm and attentive despite nothing really soaking into my consciousness. It was a fantastic feeling. Truly.

I lost track of time. I lost track of my body. I lost track of everything around me aside from the soothing relaxation.

The voice.

The beat.

The waves.

The soothing space…until…

“Wake…” whispered right in my ear. I sat, alert, and surprised at where I was. I’d forgotten I was here, at Mr. Crawford’s house. My brother was still sitting on the couch, facing away from me. But his blonde head was now resting to the side, clearly in a deep sleep-like state.

Mr. Crawford stood just in front of me and asked, calmly, “How do you feel, James?”

I smiled. “Fantastic, thank you, Mr. Crawford.”

The name tumbled out of my mouth. I didn’t even really know how I suddenly knew that Mr. Crawford’s last name was Crawford. But I didn’t care…this truly had become a relaxing, amazing night and I couldn’t even really put my finger on why.

“Fabulous to hear, James. How do you feel the hypnosis is going? Still think it’s not real?”

I nodded, and responded, staying quiet so as not to disturb Andy. “Honestly, hypnosis is still not real…as much as I suddenly wish it was. Maybe, at some point, you can try to put me under, too? I’m not gay, nor do I have the weird fetish that you or Andy do, but I suddenly really really want to try hypnosis. Please don’t tell Andy, though, Mr. Crawford…”

I wasn’t even sure why I shouldn’t tell Andy, if I’m being honest. It wasn’t harmful to tell my brother that I may have a shared interest in something I hadn’t believed in or cared for earlier that evening. But, for some reason, I just knew Andy shouldn’t know about my sudden appreciation for mind control.

Mr. Crawford, leaning down over me, placed his hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t unwelcome in the least, given he may be the hypnotist to actually make me believe in hypnosis. With kind eyes he said, “Of course I won’t tell him. As long as you promise to keep my little secrets too.”

I smiled, not really sure what he may mean by ‘our secret’ but agreed.

“Good, good. Now, just sit back and watch, James. You know you don’t want to disturb Andy’s fun.”

I nodded excitedly once again, happy to see I was making Mr. Crawford happy. “Of course, Mr. Crawford.”

Then, Mr. Crawford made his way over to my brother and stood in front of him. I could see that he was rubbing a bulge in his jeans while he looked down at him, asleep on the couch. It looked to be a sizable erection…even though that wasn’t something I really cared to think about.

Looking lecherous, Mr. Crawford unzipped his pants and plopped out his cock. It was the first erect cock I’d ever seen beyond my own in real life and it looked to be a good six inches and thick. It had a large mushroom head that was glistening in the living room light, a small amount of wetness leaking from the tip as he stroked it.

Mr. Crawford took a moment to look at me. He smirked and brought his finger to his lips. “Shhhh.”

It clicked in my brain instantly that this would be one of his secrets he’d hinted at previously. I’d absolutely be keeping this from Andy. The image of him with his finger up to his lips reverberated through me as if it had some level of control over me. I smiled, showing him I understood completely. His secret would be safe with me.

Then, satisfied with my response, Mr. Crawford said, “Andy, you’re going to open your mouth and suck my cock like it’s the tastiest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth. You’re going to be a pro because you want to get me off more than you’ve ever wanted anything else.”

I watched as my brother sat up, looked up at Patrick, and, even from the angle I was at, I could tell he had his mouth wide open with his tongue hanging out. With no hesitation, Mr. Crawford leaned forward, stuffing his cock in my virginal brother’s mouth.

There was a strange little voice in the back of my head that I instantly shushed, telling me something strange was going on. But I easily ignored it…Mr. Crawford had sworn me to secrecy with his ‘shushing’ and I would respect the man completely that may try to hypnotize me one day…even if this newfound interest in hypnosis felt a little strange settling into my mind.

I watched as Mr. Crawford began skull-fucking my little bro, his fine blonde hair bouncing at the forceful way he was taking his mouth. I sat by, watching inventively, still ensuring Mr. Crawford didn’t necessarily break any of the very clear boundaries we’d set at the start…other than the ones I’d be keeping secret, obviously.

“Stand up and take your pants and underwear off, Andy. You want to show me your cock and ass,” Patrick stated demandingly. As Andy did so, Mr. Crawford looked at me once more, bringing that finger to his mouth and shushing me once again. I nodded, happy to know I’d be keeping this a secret from my little bro as well.

I didn’t necessarily want to see my little bro without anything covering his lower half, but I’d promised to keep an eye on everything for him, so I felt obligated to do so. As he stood facing Mr. Crawford, I couldn’t make out his penis or balls, but I was surprised to see quite the bubble butt. The baggy clothes he usually wore definitely hid that thing well. In the soft light, I could make out a fine lining of blonde hairs all down his cheeks.

Mr. Crawford grabbed the left cheek with his fatty hand, squeezing it and groaning. “Ya got a nice ass, Andy. You’re proud of it. You want me to play with it and show it off for me going forward. Not a bad size cock, either.”

With that compliment, he took his right hand and clearly grabbed hold of the genitals out of my line of sight. I was definitely fine not seeing my little brother’s cock, honestly, so it was fine with me that Patrick started stroking the thing while he faced away from me.

“You’re not as long or thick as me, but, honestly, you’re clearly a twinky good boy. Hot, for sure. But, well, I find certain other kinds of men far more alluring.”

Then, still stroking Andy, Mr. Crawford gazed at me. I shifted slightly uncomfortably, knowing the implication he was making. I was definitely more his type than his brother, which didn’t bode well for him, frankly. I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.

Then, once more, the finger to the lips and “Shhhh…”

And like that, it was a secret between Mr. Crawford and myself that he found me more attractive than Andy. I knew I wouldn’t tell a soul about it, other than Mr. Crawford, obviously. I was still quite uncomfortable, naturally, as a straight guy being flirted on by a gay man. A fat, ugly, old gay man at that. But, well, that gay man was a hypnotist and, maybe, if I played my cards right, he’d hypnotize me!

I sat there watching for close to an hour as Mr. Crawford stripped himself and my little brother, periodically shushing me with that oddly powerful finger up to his lips. His fat, hairy body looked so much bigger next to my small, young brother, but that wasn’t of much concern to me. I sat, stone faced and attentive, making sure Andy was safe the entire time Mr. Crawford forced him to jerk him off, give him another blowjob, and even deepened the supposed hypnotic control he had over him.

It was after Mr. Crawford had blown his load on Andy’s chest, made Andy scoop it up and eat it, then shushed me once more that he finally started getting dressed again and told Andy to do the same.

Once they were both fully clothed again, Mr. Crawford looked at me as he sat in his chair, waiting for Andy to get into the same position he’d started in, and said something I couldn’t quite place.

He spoke to me for a while then, me not really registering what was being said, just feeling like an amazingly good big brother for coming and monitoring this for my little bro. I felt myself responding to some of his questions…distantly, I knew it was about my sexuality, my fetishes, the girls I enjoyed fucking…but none of those thoughts lingered longer than it took for me to answer him. None of what he or I said mattered, really, because I knew I’d done an amazing job protecting my brother from anything that may have gone too far. Sure, Patrick had bent some of the pre-planned rules, but that would be a well-kept secret between him and me.

Then, suddenly, I began hearing numbers counting up from ten break through everything else. Once the countdown hit one, I sat up, alert once more, acting instinctively as though I hadn’t spaced out at all, just in case Andy suspected Mr. Crawford and I may have a couple secrets we’d be keeping from him.

Andy, too, seemed to be waking up, wiping sleep from his eyes.

He turned to look at me and I gave him a supportive smile and thumbs up. His eyes lit up as he asked, “Did I go under?! Was I hypnotized?! Did it work, Mr. Crawford?”

“I mean, I still think hypnosis is bullshit, but you did seem pretty relaxed,” I responded.

Mr. Crawford laughed in a very comforting way. “Still the skeptic. I mean, I’d say you went under, yes, Andy. But, I mean, I was the hypnotist. Maybe your brother would be the better person to get more details from later. Obviously, I’m gonna say it was a smashing success, and I certainly hope I didn’t scare you away from trying it again?”

“Not at all! I feel so rejuvenated. I’ll def ask James about details because I literally don’t remember a thing!”

I scoffed, gaining his attention.

“Seriously, big bro! I honestly think Mr. Crawford hypnotized me!”

“Looked a bit like you slept for a while is all,” I stated, truly believing there was no way all that had happened had been mind control…and leaving out all the sexual details I knew would stay between Mr. Crawford and myself. In a way, it was like none of the sexual things even happened because they were locked away as secrets between us. I found it hard to even consider the fact that Andy had done anything sexual at all with Mr. Crawford because the power of that shush made it all seem so distant…so unreal. I couldn’t let on at all to Andy that I’d witnessed anything sexual in the slightest.

That stayed between Mr. Crawford and me.

“Well, look. If you want to give it another go next Saturday, I suppose I could make some time to see if you wanted to try going even deeper. And if you want your brother to keep watch yet again, especially if you’re not ready to go any farther, I’ll certainly respect that.”

Mr. Crawford looked over at me and smirked, causing me to give him a similar mischievous smile.

“Yeah, I’d love to! And it would be up to James. I’m not sure I’m ready to take it much farther yet, but, yeah, I’d love to do this again! James, would you join me next week?”

I pretended to huff, knowing full well I wanted to be here no matter what. “I mean…maybe. I’ll have to chat with…”

“Stacy Matthews?” Mr. Crawford asked as he interrupted, triggering the thought in my mind that I didn’t recall telling him her name quickly, but dismissing it as I recalled the plan he and I had devised, also in secret, to get me the opportunity to talk about hypnosis without the prying ears of Andy. I couldn’t recall when we chatted about what I’d do when he said her name…but I knew I had to do it to get alone with him as quickly as possible.

I jumped, acting as though my phone was vibrating, and said to the pair, making sure to look at Andy, “Ope, yeah…speaking of Stacy. Looks like she’s texting me.”

I looked down at the screen of my phone, pretending to open a new text message and reading it. A lecherous smile spread on my face, knowing I had to convince Andy of what I was about to say.

“Fuck, bro. We gotta go. Stacy sent some nudes. She’s still up to hang out tonight and I already feel bad canceling on her. It cool if we head out?” I put my phone away, not a shred of guilt felt knowing I was bold-faced lying about getting any kind of text from Stacy.

“Oh, of course! You were only here cuz of me,” Andy said, standing up quickly, adjusting a bit of an erection meekly, obviously hoping I hadn’t noticed.

He shook Patrick’s hand, who also stood up, and said, “Thanks so much, Mr. Crawford. I’ll message on the website this week to finalize plans. Next Saturday is the 23rd, Christmas Eve Eve, but I’m sure James and I can sneak away from family. Right bro?”

I stood up, feeling eager to leave and drop Andy off. “Yeah, sure, whatever. See you next week, Mr. Crawford.” I smiled at him as I followed my brother.

He nodded, bringing that finger to his lips sneakily as Andy walked away from him. I smirked at him and winked, walking by and leaving the house with Andy.

“That was amazing. Oh my God. I honestly think I was hypnotized, James! Thank you so much for coming! What was it like for you? What did I look like?!”

I smiled, speeding my way home, focused on getting him out of my hair. Not necessarily wanting him to know that was the case, however, I responded, “Honestly, just looked like you were sleeping. Mr. Crawford talked at you a lot, I sat there, bored, and then, eventually, he woke you up. Didn’t seem that exciting, really.”

The lie felt good, honestly. Like I was honoring Mr. Crawford, the man who could be my hypnotist, by keeping Andy in the dark. It was crazy how excited it was making me, honestly, knowing I had secrets with this man that I had literally just met a couple hours prior, but I couldn’t deny there was a tingle in my nether regions lying to my little brother.

“Yeah? So, he was respectful? I got the impression on the hypnosis website that he was kinda really good at hypno and, well, if I’m being honest…one of the other guys on the site saw that we became friends and warned me that he could be a bit…unethical.”

“Wait, unethical?” I asked. “You…you still wanted a potentially unethical hypnotist to put you under? What do you mean he’s unethical?!”

Andy, not paying attention to my speeding, looked a bit deflated when I glanced at him. “Well, I mean, I’m not sure how accurate it was. It was another guy on the site that had heard rumors he kind of went farther with subjects…the guys he puts under…than what they generally agreed to. Warned me that he’s really good so I should just be careful. I, uh, didn’t even really tell him that I’d planned on meeting up Mr. Crawford and thanked him for the warning.”

“Dude,” I sighed. “You put yourself at risk! I mean…Jesus. I don’t know a thing about hypnosis. I know it’s not real and whatever, but, like, bro. You can’t put yourself at risk like that with a guy that might be messing with your mind! Fuck, man. What were you thinking?”

“I know, but, like you said! He didn’t do anything! He was respectful of the boundaries we put down. We’ll just keep building trust and, well, if he keeps his promises to avoid the sexual stuff the next one or two times you come keep an eye on things, then maybe I can trust him to go farther without you there.”

I shifted in my seat, happy to hear that Andy clearly believed my lies, but concerned that he’d potentially put himself at risk of being manipulated by a hypnotist other people in that community had warned him about. Luckily, I agreed with Andy that Mr. Crawford seemed pretty harmless. I actually really liked the dude and hoped he’d share his interest of hypno with me too. But my brother had truly made a stupid decision.

“All right, I get it. I really do. But promise me, no other hypnotists that come with a warning. No matter how much you want to be hypnotized, if literally anyone warns you about a hypnotist in the future, you believe them and avoid them. Thank goodness we met Mr. Crawford. Honestly, he seems like a nice guy. So I don’t know what that other person may have heard about him.”

“Right? Mr. Crawford seems fantastic! I’m excited for next week! Thanks again, bro. I really do appreciate you looking out for me.”

I smiled, loving the fact that my brother had zero clue about what he and Mr. Crawford had been up to. Even as we drove home, the idea that Mr. Crawford had done anything sexual with him seemed to feel more like a dream than anything else. The secrets Mr. Crawford and I shared were like a separate reality…they didn’t really even happen. So Andy’s innocence was absolutely still intact.

Getting home, Andy hopped out of the car with one final thanks as I sped off, not wanting to waste a moment. I turned right at the intersection down the street knowing that would be the direction to Stacy’s house, so I wanted to ensure Andy thought I was heading that way. Once I was a few blocks away, I backtracked, stirring clear of our house, and drove all the way back to Mr. Crawford’s.

Getting there, I practically dove out of the driver’s seat the instant I parked a few houses down the street—I felt like it was important it didn’t look like some random guy was parking outside of Mr. Crawford’s place.

I jogged my way over to his house, and, before I could even knock or ring the doorbell, Mr. Crawford opened the door and ushered me inside.

“Well, you hustled on back, didn’t you, James?”

I smiled. “Yeah, well, I was hoping you’d try to hypnotize me. I know you probably can’t and I’m still not sure if hypnosis is even real…I bet Andy was faking it all because of his fetish…but, man, I did want to see if you could.”

Mr. Crawford placed his hand on my lower back, a slight chill going down my spine at the contact, and guided me back into his living room. “Well, why the sudden change of heart? You seemed so confident before, and even now, that hypnosis wouldn’t work?”

I sat where Mr. Crawford guided me: right where Andy had been sitting while I’d watched them work together. I responded, “No clue, dude. I just, like, think it might be fun. So, how about it? Would you try to hypnotize me too?”

Mr. Crawford smiled. Then he said something I didn’t quite catch.

And my focus faded away, sitting there, listening calmly and attentively to the man talk at me for an unknown amount of time.

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