(This story contains sexual acts between a teenager and an underage boy, and contains mind control/hypnosis. You have been warned.)
"I don't get this" Ethan says. Today is my weekly tutoring session with Ethan, a 12-year-old 7th grader who is a full year behind in math. Sitting next to me in just a tee shirt and shorts, his tanned legs cross and uncross in frustration as he fidgets in his seat. His lithe torso leans over the table and he peers at his illegible scratch work.
"What did I even write here?" he mutters to himself. A bare foot kicks the carpet as he turns to me.
"Isn't there something that'll make me learn this stuff faster?" he demands. His blond face turns towards me, a look of hate and anger on his face, "Why can't you do anything?"
"You're just not focused enough," I reply with a smile.
"Well, then make me more focused! Isn't that what my mom is paying you for?" he asks. It's true, Ethan has a lot of issues with focus. And his mom, a single parent who works all day, simply doesn't have time to help him. But I can help him, I think, as long as the app works.
I turn to him with a devilish smile.
"I think I have just the thing. There's this phone game that's supposed to help with focus, I think you'll really enjoy it." I say. His eyes light up, as the prospect of playing a video game in the middle of what's supposed to be his tutoring hour is a real treat.
"Okay, can I play?" he asks excitedly. I nod and open the app on my phone, giving it to him. He snatches it and moves to one of the comfy chairs in his living room, his legs curled up under him as he reads the rules on the screen. I sit across from him, watching and waiting for the signal.
The game is a simple Space-Invader type shooter, but one with apparent rendering issues that cause the screen to flicker. Of course, it's that flickering that's the real point of the app, as its intervals and frequencies attune to bring anyone watching the screen into a deep trance in only a few minutes, as well as impart a simple suggestion.
Ethan is quickly enthralled by the app, and his eyes grow wider as he progresses more and more into the game. He brings the phone closer and closer to his face as he nears the end, and then I hear it.
PING.
His arms fall loosely to his side, the phone dropping out of his hand and onto the living room carpet. A blank expression appears on his face.
"I obey your command" he intones. A surge of arousal flows through me. It worked. I get up off my chair and stand in front of him.
"Ethan, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken from this trance and remember nothing I've said to you while you're under. You will obey every command I give you if I precede it with the word `Now.' Everything I say will become true. Every time I say the word "math" you will become more and more aroused, but you cannot cum until I give you permission. When I say "return" and clap my hands, you will return to this state. Do you understand?" I ask, looking down at the hypnotized boy.
"Yes, master." He responds robotically.
"Good" I answer, and reach down to pick up the phone by my feet. As I do, I snap my fingers.
"Now, should we get back to the math lesson Ethan?" I ask, making eye contact to see if my suggestion would hold. His eyes widen in brief surprise at the feelings in his body before he finds his lips moving.
"Sure" he says, and moves automatically back to his seat, his eyes widening again in shock as his body seemed to move on its own.
"Math is very important Ethan, you know that. Math is one of the foundations of the world, because math can really explain the mysteries of the universe. With math, and only with math, you can discoverÉ" I lecture, but I'm not paying attention to what I'm saying, and after a few times of me saying "math," neither is he. He is fidgeting in his seat constantly, feet flexing as the unexplained feeling of arousal coursed through his body. His right hand clasped and unclasps as he fights the urge to bring it to his shorts. His eyes are fully unfocused now, and I doubt his brain is processing anything but his arousal and the word "math" being said over and over again.
His hand loses the battle, and moves under the table towards his shorts. By now, I'm saying "math" every other word, just watching his arousal skyrocket. He grasps his rock-hard penis through his shorts, and lets out a shaky breath. I gasp as well, watching his flushed face contort with poorly-hidden ecstasy. I could hold out no longer, massaging my hardened cock through my shorts as it dripped with pre-cum. The chair he was on squeaks in time with his rubbing, and his gasps soon turned into a moan. I smile. Phase two was about to begin.
"Ethan, are you okay? Do you need something to drink? Your face is all red." I say with mock concern. Ethan's eyes snap open and his chair quiets instantly.
"Yes please, I'll get it from the kitchen." He says, sweat dripping off his short blond hair from both his ordeal and the close call with his tutor. There's an awkward pause as he realizes that getting up would show me the hardness hiding under the table.
"Now, don't get up, I have just the thing. Now, only come when I call you. Look at the math while I'm gone." I reply. He bites his lip on the word "math," just barely holding back another moan.
I leave him at the dining room table, glancing over my shoulder as his hand goes right back to his dick. I hear the tell-tale squeaking of his chair begin again as I enter the living room and sit on the couch. I listen to his moans for a bit, stroking my cock, but I don't want to get too close. After all, my hour isn't anywhere near finished yet.
"Now, come into the living room Ethan and stand in front of me!" I call out. This time there is no hesitation as his legs move on their own. As he enters, I get my first look at the noticeable bulge in his black athletic shorts, now unobstructed by the dining-room table. His hairless legs moved briskly to the spot in front of me, and as he reached me his eyes were drawn to the much larger bulge in my own shorts. Embarrassed, he quickly covers up his boy boner with his hands.
"Now, there's no need for that, don't cover up your shorts" I say warmly. His hands move to his sides, and he looks down at them in confusion.
"WhyÉ. What did I do that for?" he says to no one in particular, "What's going on?" he asked, his voice rising in panic, as he tensed up.
"Now, you're going to relax and remain calm, okay Ethan?" I say. No sooner had the words left my mouth but his muscles relaxed. His hands, having risen to his face in confusion, drop to his sides again. They tense briefly as he tried to bring them in front of his erection, but couldn't.
"What's going on?" Ethan asks in a much calmer voice.
"You looked unwell and I'm trying to get you to calm down. Maybe it's the heat. It IS getting pretty hot in here. Now, you should take your shirt off." I say, smiling gleefully.
His hands robotically reach for the bottom of his tee shirt even as a questioning look appears on his face. They move upward, taking more and more of the shirt with them as his torso, tanned from many hours in the pool, is revealed to me. First his slim belly, with his cute innie belly-button. His hands soon move past his hard dime-sized nipples and then to his neck. Finally, the shirt comes over his head and he drops it. As it comes to rest on his feet, I drink in the sight of my shirtless charge standing before me, a sight I had only seen from afar when he swam in his pool. His hairless chest is just beginning to show definition, as sports had given him a hint of the pecs he would have as an adult. He stands there, relaxed (as I commanded), and waiting for what I'd say next.
"Now, kick your shirt off your feet." His leg twitches as his foot kicks the shirt out of the way.
"You still seem really uncomfortable. Now, don't worry. Now, just accept everything I'm doing as a normal way to try to make you feel better. I guarantee that when I'm done you'll feel great. Okay?" I say. He nods.
"Great! You still seem hot. Now, why don't you take off your shorts too?" I ask. He looks down in embarrassment, but his arms and legs comply, working together to remove his shorts. As he throws them to the side, I stare at the beautiful boy in front of me only dressed in his red checkered boxers, and I nearly shoot my load. His legs, rooted in place by my command, are stunning, free from any cuts he may have gotten playing outside. Though so much of his body is now exposed, I stare at the one piece of clothing he has left, the thin piece of fabric that hides still hides his treasure, though it does nothing to hide his modesty. Ethan's voice, once angry and bitter, jolts me from my reverie with its relaxed tone.
"I'm sorry I have an erection. I really didn't mean to. I don't know why it's there." he says in a voice that would sound rushed and panicky if not for my command.
"Now, don't worry. You're aroused. Now, it's normal to be aroused. You probably just love my speech on math." I could he see his boner twitch through the fabric as he lets out a low moan.
"Oh my! Something must be wrong down there. Now, you should take off your boxers." I say.
"What? PleaseÉ" he says, still in the strangely relaxed tone I had commanded. I smile at him as I watch his arms and legs repeat their movement from before, shimmying his boxers down and off.
He stands up, and his hands once again try to move in front of his now uncovered erection, but my command holds again. My dick twitches strongly, dumping a load of pre-cum into my boxers as I take in the sight of his hard five-inch nail, perfectly proportioned with the rest of his body, with two little balls drawn up tight under it.
"Wow, all that math: math lessons, math books, math problems, it really was a lot of pressure today, wasn't it!" I say, and he moans, his face flushing anew as his dick twitches in time with "math."
"Now, the more I talk, the more you'll get aroused, isn't that right?" I say, and his eyes widen in realization as he sees my words have become true.
"Now, as I ramble on, just focus on how you feel, okay? Now, it's okay if you get too weak to stand, you don't have to stand the whole time if you don't want to." I tell him. He nods through his moans, as every word, not just "math" makes him feel hotter, but still my command not to cum from the beginning holds fast. I keep talking, and his legs begin to shake. His hands want to move towards his erection, but he's not trying to hide it anymore. As my words enter his brain, they're instantly transformed into waves arousal by my command, and spread through his quivering body. Finally, he loses the fight once more, as his legs give way and his hand reaches for his immature boner. He begins masturbating himself frantically through his spread legs, his head thrown back in tortured ecstasy as his moans escalate. As his hand speeds up on his boner, I begin the final part of my plan.
"Now, you're really thirsty, aren't you? Now, I have the only thing that can quench that thirst, andÉand it's right here in my shorts" I gasp out, so electrified by the show in front of me I can barely make out the words, "Now, why don't you pull them down and quench your thirst? Now, when you do, I'll let you cum." I say, and he instantly complies, his right hand still a blur on his dick as his left hand fumbles with my shorts. Eventually he gets them down, along with my boxers. My words have become true and he stares at my dick, drooling like it contains the most delicious beverage he's ever had. He wastes no time brushing my hands away and taking it into his mouth. My moans turn into screams as my dick is surrounded by his warm, wet mouth.
"Now, suck!" I yell, and he complies. The suction makes my yelling becomes louder as I squirt more pre-cum into his willing mouth. He happily drinks my "thirst quenching" juice, and moans at the sensation. His moans vibrate on my cock, and it's all over for me.
"I'm CUMMING!" I yell, as 7 jets of sperm burst into his mouth. His moans grow louder as his "thirst" is sated, and his hand speeds up on his cock. Finally he takes his mouth off my cock and collapses on his back in front of me, hand working overdrive on his cock and his legs splayed. Sweat runs down his body, and his face is fully red from the arousal he's endured. It's time.
"Now, CUM!" I command. He screams as the floodgates open, my earlier command holding back his orgasm finally erased from his mind. Jet after jet of thin cum bursts from his penis coating his neck, chest, and belly. Sweat and cum mix together all over his prone body as his cock is finally spent. His chest rises and falls heavily as he tried to get his breathing under control, making the cum on his chest drip down onto the carpet below. I lean over him as he finally opens his eyes.
"Return" I say, and clap my hands. His eyes immediately lose focus, and his afterglow is replaced by a blank stare.
"I obey your command." He intones.
"Good. You will not remember this conversation. When I clap my hands, you will clean yourself up and get dressed, and awaken from your trance 5 minutes later. You will not remember any of this. However, you will slowly become attracted to me until you can only masturbate to thoughts of me any no one else. You will always treat me with respect and do everything I say. You will be eager to have another tutoring session because you get to see me again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master" he intoned.
"Good" I say, and clap my hands. Ethan immediately gets up and goes to fetch some paper towels. Giving one last stare to my cum-covered charge, I leave, smiling at a job well done.
Later that day I get a call. Ethan said he thought the first session went great and can't wait to do another. Neither can I.
(Thanks for reading, drop me a comment if you enjoyed and want to see more! This is my first story I've written. Hoped you liked it!)