Project: SEAL Trance, Part 4
by Wrestlr and VA23456
[M/M, MC, hypno]
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Project: SEAL Trance, Part 4
The Test
Friday, I had to try it. Yeah, like I said, Doc told me it wasn't
supposed to really kick in until Monday, but after last night, I wanted to
see if it was working. I figured Doc was shitting me, and I wanted to know
for sure. Hell, it couldn't if I helped push things along too.
I figured if Doc could do it, so could I. I mean, I'd been there and
listened to every word he said when he put Chris under. Seemed like it was
pretty damn easy, know what I'm saying?
So at lunchtime, when Chris went off to the head, I followed him. Made
it look casual, like I had to take a too.
No one there but the two of us, which was perfect. He nodded to me when
I walked up to the urinal next to his. When we both finished and zipped
up, I said, "Hey, Chris, thanks for introducing me to Doc. He's really
helped me with my motivation."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I can tell the difference already." I was laying it on thick,
all right. "Feels real good out there, being motivated, right?"
"Sure does--"
"Yeah, I know you know what I'm talkin' about there. You're pretty
motivated out there yourself. It's like second nature to you--I can tell.
Am I right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Don't be so shy, Chris. You know you're motivated out there. It feels
pretty good, don't it?"
"Uh huh--"
"Remember how it feels? When you get motivated, you just focus and
relax and let go of all those distractions. Just like Doc showed ya,
right?"
"Right--"
"Just like all those times with Doc. In fact, you're starting to feel
it now. Just like it always happens with Doc. Right? I know how much you
like it when that real motivated feeling comes on. Right?"
"Right ..."
Was he starting to get a little glassy-eyed? Cool! This was going to
be easier than I thought. Who needed Doc?
"Chris, what happens when you start feeling all motivated like this?
Like you're starting to feel now?"
He said it just like he did last night when Doc asked him. "I relax and
let go ..."
"Yeah, you sure do. You're doing it now, aren't you? Relaxing and
letting go. Right?"
"... right ..."
Man, was that ever a rush! I started thinking of the possibilities of
having that kind of power over Chris and the team, and the word "Power"
flashed across my thoughts. I caught myself feeling kind of ... funny,
kind of dizzy, sort of, with these numbers counting down in the back of my
head--100, 99, 98 ...--and I had to really shake my head to snap out of it.
That Doc must've done something to me. That's okay--he'd get his soon
enough.
But right now, I had Chris right where I wanted him. "You're so
motivated, Chris. It's so easy for you. So easy to let yourself just
relax and focus. Feels good, doesn't it, Chris?"
"... yeah ..."
"Just keep letting yourself relax, just like you've been trained to.
Just let your thoughts drift off, Chris. Getting so hard to think. Just
let yourself drift back into that relaxed feeling--"
That's when the restroom door flew open and Josh walked in. Fuck! That
was all it took--Chris blinked and shook his head a little, and I knew I'd
lost him. Chris smacked my shoulder and said, "Well, I gotta get back out
there, Kyle," and he reached for the door and walked right on out of there.
Fuck! I nearly had him! I would've had him if it wasn't for this
little bastard Josh, who's always puppy-dogging the LT. Fucking bastard
made me blow my shot at being large and in charge!
Wait a minute, I thought to myself. Kyle, son, maybe you got the
next best thing right in front of you. 'Cause I knew Chris had introduced
Josh to that Doc guy too--and if I got as far as I did with Chris, I'd
surely get a lot farther with Josh. Maybe, just maybe, I could find some
way to use Josh to get at Chris.
Josh was at the urinal taking a leak. I pretended to wash my hands
while he shook it off, tucked it, and zipped.
"How's it going," I said when he walked over to the sinks. I was acting
all nonchalant.
"Pretty good," he said, rinsing his hands.
"Say, you been working with that guy Doc a while now, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Josh said as he reached for a paper towel.
"Sure seems to be working for you. I started meeting with him for the
first time last night."
Josh perked up a little when I said that. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. So what's it like for you? What d you think about to get all
motivated out there? Like Viz Kid?"
"I dunno. Nothing special, I guess. I just keep repeating these
motivational key words Doc taught me, and it just sorta happens, I guess."
"Key words? What are they?"
"They're--well, they're kind of private."
"Hey, Josh, it's me--Kyle--your teammate. I just want to see if they're
the same as what the ones Doc and me use. It's not like I'm gonna tell
anyone."
"Well ... okay, I guess. They're 'team, motivation, and LT.'"
I thought, LT?--what the fuck is that about? But what I said was,
"Really? Those are the same as mine."
Josh gave me a big grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," I said, but I was thinking, Ain't this just a fuckin' Kodak
moment. Innocent little Joshy didn't have a clue I was looking for a way
to play him like a guitar. "Same as mine. Team, motivation, and LT."
Josh kept grinning that shit-eating grin of his. "Team, motivation,
LT," he said. Almost like a chant or something.
"Oh, yeah," I said, copying his cadence. "Team, motivation, LT."
"Team, motivation, LT," he said again.
"Team, motivation, LT," we said together.
Josh's eyes were getting a little unfocused.
"Team, motivation, LT," we said together again.
His voice was getting softer. Whatever these key words did, they were
sure doing it to him quick.
"Team, motivation, LT," he said again.
"That's it, Josh." I said. "Just relax. Focus. Say the words again."
"Team, motivation, LT."
"Feel it? Feel yourself getting all motivated? Just like when Doc's
helping you get all relaxed and motivated."
"Team, motivation, LT," he said again, slower.
"What happens when you're all motivated like this, Josh? What happens
when you keep saying the key words to yourself like that?"
"Team ... motivation ... LT," he mumbled, looking kind of dazed.
"Let it happen, Josh. Just relax and let yourself drift back into that
relaxed, motivated place where Doc takes you."
"Team ... motivation ... LT..." His eyelids were fluttering and he
looked practically half-asleep already. Doc sure made it easy for me.
"That's right, Josh--you're doing great. Say the words again. Let
yourself go back into that real relaxed, motivated place inside."
"Team ... motivation ... LT ..." Josh whispered.
"Get yourself all motivated, Josh. That's right."
That's when he did the freakiest thing I ever seen. He looked down.
I'm thinking, What's he looking at? Then he gets down on his knees in
front of me. What the fuck, right? He keeps chanting, "... team ...
motivation ... LT...," like it really means something. He's kneeling in
front of me, staring right at my crotch, and I'm thinking, Just what the
holy fuck is goin' on here?
That's when Josh reaches out. Reaches for my crotch. I'm like, No
fuckin' way!, and I take a step back, but he sidles up in front of me.
He's reaching up, tugging at my belt. I'm thinking this is totally fucked
up--someone could walk in on us any second!
Josh is pawing at my uniform pants, at the fasten and the zipper. I'm
backed up against the wall. I want to make him stop, but I'm also
fascinated somehow by the power I suddenly seem to have over him. He's
tugging my pants down a little, my boxers too, and my cock is already hard.
He's reaching for my rod, and somehow I can't seem to make a move stop him.
Josh's mouth was zeroing in on my wood, his tongue reaching out for the
tip like a heat-seeker. Yeah, somehow I'd stumbled on a way to get a lot
of power over Josh. I was thinking I could use this to my advantage.
That's when the word "Power" seemed to flash in front of my eyes. What the
..., I thought, and these numbers seemed to start ticking off in the back
of my head: 100, 99, 98, and so on. Josh was swallowing my rock-hard cock
and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Something about those
numbers marching along--90, 89, 88 ...--something about them kept me
distracted and I couldn't concentrate. This dizzy feeling was spreading
through me, and I couldn't seem to think of anything except the numbers
marching on. 81, 80, 79 ...
I felt great. Just standing there grooving on the feeling of how
relaxed I felt, letting myself drift as those numbers kept counting down. I
was barely aware of Josh blowing me--my whole body felt so great, that was
just one more feeling to me.
I guess it didn't take long, but it sure seemed like time kind of stood
still while I got lost underneath everything. Josh was really working on
my dick. I felt all relaxed and nice, inside and out. Kind of distant
from everything like it was all a dream or something.
In and among everything else I was feeling, I felt Josh tug at my balls.
He kept burying his face in my pubes, my cock all the way down into
his throat, like he really wanted to suck something out of me. My balls
buzzed and I felt this ... warmth spread out through me. Like the most
peaceful kind of orgasm you can imagine. When I came, my load just seemed
to flow into Josh's mouth, and I felt his mouth massage my meat as he
swallowed it all.
Josh didn't really pull off of me--it was more like my cock went soft
and finally dropped out of his mouth. I felt myself starting to snap out
of it. I blinked and shook my head to clear away the foggy feeling, and I
felt like I was waking up from a nap.
That's when it hit me. What the hell had just happened here? Doc musta
done something to me last night--I was straight and there was no way in
hell I'd let some dude blow me if I was in my right mind, even if it was
one of my SEAL teammates. Especially if it was one of my teammates. I
skirted out from between Josh and the wall and pulled up my pants. Josh,
still kneeling, had his pants open, his cock still quietly in his hand,
blobs of on the restroom tile in front of him. He still had that dazed
look on his face. Doc must have really done a number on his head.
Man, that fag shit makes me sick! Maybe I did get some kind of power
over Josh, but I didn't want it if it meant me doing fag shit too. That
shit was okay for the other guys--I knew all about Doc's little "escort"
business--but I didn't want to be part of it myself. I just wanted to be
in charge of the team, which I deserved.
I felt my mouth curl up in this disgusted expression as I stared at
Josh. He seemed to be starting to snap out of it too, but slower than me.
Guess I had the stronger will.
Someone could have walked in at any moment. I figured the teamwork
thing to do would be to block the door shut while Josh snapped the rest of
the way out of it--but y'wanna know what I did? I couldn't stand to be in
that restroom another second. I just pulled open the door and walked out.
Let Josh fend for himself.
I had no clue what I was going to do about this shit, but I knew it
wouldn't take me long to come up with a plan. Doc was gonna regret the day
he pulled that shit on me--and my team too.
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