BobBoLINKo

 

                        I didn’t want to be in the bar tonight. This was the third time this week and it was only Thursday. But ever since that hypnosis show last week I’ve come in even when I know I didn’t want to. Something always seemed to override my determination. I shouldn’t have volunteered for the show but Lewis practically shamed me into it. A casual interest in it was one thing but I had no desire or intention to participate. My natural sense of privacy said I wouldn't let any one hypnotize me.

 

"You're really afraid, aren't you Emery. What can he do with all these people watching? And what will they be saying about you back at work when they find out you were afraid to volunteer? You don't have to be hypnotized if you don't want to be you know. All you got to do is sit there and not pay any attention to him. Be stubborn like you are at work sometimes. Of course he is kind of good looking. Maybe your too week willed to resist."

                        

True the guy couldn't steal someown's brains in public. This was just for entertainment not a Svengali movie or something. Besides there was no way I would let myself be hypnotized by anyone, especially an entertainer who called himself Eckard the Great. So when he called for some more people on stage for his adventuresome group I felt it would be the polite thing to do to join him.

 

I didn't even have to try not to listen to him because he didn't seem to be talking to me. It was more like he was explaining things to the audience and I was only eavesdropping. Several times I thought I was going to fall asleep and I tried to concentrate on what he was saying but it was easier to let him ramble on, repeating himself mostly from what I can remember. Finally I thought he was winding up when I realized, felt more than realized, that he was standing right behind me. He was saying, quite clearly,

 

“....and now all you have to do is relax and sleep...”

 

and I felt his hand touch the back of my head and stroke gently down to my neck and I went under without even thinking about it.

                       

“....the deep hypnotic sleep is all you need. Listen and relax until I tell you what to do.”

 

I don’t remember doing much of anything but listening to random talking. I didn't feel hypnotized in anyway, just relaxed and easy. I remember thinking I must have done something with my shoes because when I got back to my seat at the bar I had them in my hands. That didn't bother me or interupt my enjoying the sleepy revery I'd felt on the stage. It was like I wasn’t fully awake and I didn’t want to be disturbed by anything.

 

And that’s the way I was feeling again tonight despite my determination to finish my drink and get home. A nagging feeling in the back of my head kept telling me I shouldn’t leave. I had to play out the little after act I’d gone through the night of the show. I’d done it every night I’d been here since the show. And Lew would tell me it’s natural because I was a natural, whatever that was supposed to mean. But when Mason, our friendly bar manager, came in behind the bar I knew we were going to repeat it. He gave his usual friendly greeting which was so sincere you had to believe he meant it.

 

                         “Glad you could make it tonight, Emery. And, here, you should be enjoying your special after the show reward while you’re here.”

 

With this, from under the bar, he smoothly pulled out the BobBoLinko toy, as he called it. A grotesque little owl-like bird with huge round eyes with black lenses in the inside corners and an reddish crystal between them. And the eyes had a spiral pattern in them and the stupid thing would bob up and down so the spiral patterns seemed to shift around each time. I was back at the night of the show when Lewis so easily convinced me that the ‘bob-o-linko’ was nodding ‘go-to-sleep’. I knew what was going to happen and kept telling myself I’ll not look at it, I’ll ignore it completely. But there was no way you could ignore that bobbing and the black beady eye lenses staring at you. I forced myself to look at the base of the thing but it would bob into my vision and my eyes automatically followed the motion back up.

 

Before I realized it my head was bobbing ever so slightly with it and the shifting spiral effect forced me to look into the face. I was hooked, same as every time before. It was maddening but there was no way I could look away. Instead the double spirals forced my eyes to face the black lenses and then the crystal between them. This was fatal. The bobbing simply pulled my head into the crystal, my focus shifted to see better and a beautiful pattern of a spiral around a bright crystal in a black window opened up and I just drifted in. All I could do was stared at it.

 

The only thing I remember was Mason’s calmly explaining that I couldn’t move from my seat until he told me it was time for a back room meeting. The harder I tried to move the stronger I’d be glued to my seat. Now I could relax and enjoy my drink. It was routine. I was almost reciting it with him. And I was enjoying my drink. At least until Akin came over and sat beside me. He was going to torture me. He had to be a sadist.

 

“Stuck on your seat again, Emery? Surely a big boy like you can get out of his seat when he wants to. You’re not trying hard enough. Come on now, try harder, put some effort into it.”

 

I didn’t want to get up. I hadn’t even been trying but his implying I couldn’t do it made me want to move just to show him. But as soon as I tried it felt like my legs and back side were squeezing into the stool. The harder I tried the deeper I went into it. I had to relax from exhaustion. My head dropped and I felt myself longing for Mason’s voice. Then Akin said,

 

“OK, Emery you’re ready for the back room. I’ll let Mason know.”

                                                  - o -

Mason was, the truly conscientious manager, sent me off to the back room by way of the john. I was the first one to get there which seemed strange. I mean I didn't mind taking part in another show if they wanted. I knew from being in the last one that nothing weirdly personal would go on with all that audience there. And I never really felt I'd been hypnotized; just dreaming while people talked. Meeting in the back room with four or five of the others along with Eckard the Great Hypnotist to talk over another show got me out of the bar so I didn't drink so much. Eck explained that three of the usually late ones were on the way and we could just relax and chat for a moment. He hit on the BobBoLinko and my fascination with it right away.

 

"From a professional point of view, Emery, I'm interested in what there is about it that attracts you to it. Especially since you seemed reluctant to join in the show last time. What's so special about it?"

 

I explained there was nothing really special about it. It was just part of a game really; nothing to do with the show. Mason likes to pulls it out as sort of entertainment for the other guys at the bar. He's just challanging me to see if I can go along with it. It's just a fun thing to do to relax people at the bar.

 

"But you're able to concentrate on it so well and even go along with the bobing head bit like there's no one else around. Does the motion somehow draw you to it?"

 

"Well..... the motion does make me want to look at it. Check it out; like you do when your eye catches something moving."

 

"Ah yes, that basic deep down feeling animals have. Look carefully to be sure it's safe to relax. But what particularly draws you to it?"

 

"Well you can't help but see the eyes. They're sort of crossed like and seem to point at the crystal between them.. That's what I end up looking at anyway."

 

"Now this is something interesting. Picture it in your minds eye for me. Use the crystal in my ring here for the one on the bob-bo-link-o. Concentrate on seeing it and tell me exactly what you feel as you look down at it. What it is that seems to pull you down into it. What do you actually feel and see as you're relaxing? "

 

"Well the eyes.....the eyes bother me because the spirals seem to move....when the head bobs. You can't watch them both at once. You look between them; the crystal. Easy on the eyes. You relax....follow it and forget the spirals."

 

"You mean like you follow my ring now as it bobs up and down; just up-and-down? Do the spirals disappear into the crystal?"

 

I hesitated a minute because my head seemed to be bobing. But it felt natural so I went ahead. "Well.......sort-of they go...go round behind like one big one..... sort-of move in-and.....in-and......in-and-out back of the mind and don't cryst....crystl.... bother crystal."

 

"Just relax into the crystal, Emery. Follow it as it bobs. We're safe here so you can relax Emery, all the way now; into your deep hypnotic sleep Emery. Just follow the BobBoLinko into its deep sleep. You hear my voice clearly; nothing else bothers you. You here me clearly now don't you Emery? Tell me you hear me, hear me clearly."

 

"I ...... i .........."

 

I wanted to answer but things seemed moving too fast. I didn't want to go to sleep but was safe here in the back room, he said. I wasn't sure it was the ring or the BobBoLink I was concentrating on; my focus just went into the crystal. Each bob made my head feel denser and denser and I could actually feel sleep closing in and everything relax and I could hear him clearly but I couldn't pull up enough to answer. It was easier to nod deeper.

 

"Very good Emery. I know you can hear me. Concentrate now; follow the cryatal. Feel each bob relax you more deeply. Count the bobs and feel each number carrying you deeper so my voice means everything to you. Count_bob - Count_bob - Count_bob - Count_bob - Count_bob - Count_bob. It gets deeper..and..deeper as the number gets bigger too....too hard.. relax.. let go.. sleep, Emery. Everything's clear. Hypnotizing feels natural and deeply pleasant.You'll want to return to it whenever you can."

 

His voice was so familiar and friendly. He said he knew I heard him. That let me relax gratefully. He wanted counting but it was too difficult. I tried as hard as I could to say the numbers that flashed into my head but don't think my lips moved. My mouth just stayed open. 'Big....too hard' came through clear then 'let go'. I did automatically, my whole body slumped into the chair and the dense feeling in my head opened out into a pleasant grateful sleep waiting to hear his voice.

 

Next thing I knew for sure I was in the corner of the room on a green beach towel

trying to stand like a discus thrower.

 

"Eyes wide awake now! Look over here; right at the palm of my hand. Disc arm back little bit so you bend over more naturally. When Photoboy says 'Hold' stand perfectly still til he says clear."

 

That was Eckard and I was obviously being photographed but nothing else was clear. I had a vague recollections of conversations and moving around but nothing definite. Nothing I'd bothered to remember. I wanted to ask questions but they kept changing my position and the two spot lights shining on me so there wasn't a chance until the lights were turned off. Then Eck explained,

 

"These shots are photogenic evaluation. Whichever of you five volunteers show up best can pose for beefcake photos to advertise the next show. Put your clothes on now Emery while Photoboy backs up and gets busy developing those pictures."

 

That made me realize why I was feeling cold without the lights on me. I didn't have any clothes on at all. More questions to ask but clothes on first was all I could think of. By the time I got dressed Photoboy was gone and Eck had moved the lights out of the way and was back at the desk.

 

"Come on over, Emery, and sit down. Lets see how good your memory is. You're doing very well you know. You're exceptionally talented. But I knew that from the show."

 

Before I could think what question to ask first he casually put his hand on the desk with his ring pointing at me and very seriously ask,

 

"How well do you remember 'BoboLink Sleep Time Emery', 'BoboLink Sleep Time Emery'."

 

It was more a serious statement and I was so glad to hear it I relaxed so fast and completely I think I slid to the floor. It didn't matter. I was floating deeper into that beautiful sleep from before and didn't even want to hear anything execpt maybe a friendly voice.

 

What I did hear distinctly was Eckard's voice, friendly but business like.

 

"We've had a very productive evening, Emery and certainly with your fine cooperation the hypnosis shows will be a big success. I think you're begining to realize that you can handle hypnosis better than most people can. Your initial concern, almost fear I might say, was based on common misconceptions and lack of experience. As your experience deepens you'll find it not only interesting but of real usefulness. After all, getting along with people can make a big difference in your job and your life. But it's past time you got home to bed. Don't forget to look in the mirror before you shower to be sure you're there. See you tomorrow night, Emery."

 

I was half way home before I realized how late it was and that I hadn't ask him any of the questions I'd wanted to. Right then I couldn't think of any of them except how did it get so late so fast? All we did was talk waiting for the others to come. Did they ever get there? I didn't see them I'm sure. There was just me and Eckard. Yes, and then the photographer. What was that all about. Beefcake? We'd never talked beefcake before. Yet everything seemed all right. I felt sure I could handle another show without Lew talking me ino it. Just go home and go to bed. And look in the mirrow just before I shower.

 

As usual my naked body showed up in the bathroom mirror on my way to the shower. Probably because of Eck's suggestion I stopped and turned to look at it. My gaze went right to the groin instead of the face and fixed there. This stirred up an amazing swirl of desire in my balls, then my cock. Then the scrotum tightened up like a fist forcing the balls against the base of the cock which was swelling up at an alarming rate. I was at full attention in less than ten seconds and filled with an intense desire to shoot this off for someone; at them, on them, or for them it didn't matter. But there was an overriding urge to get the digital camera and photograph this from at least a dozen angles.

 

I couldn't stop myself from running around in this 'high anxiety' state to find the camera, set it up, and photograph my erection and myself; up close, full face, from afar and even in the mirror. Even waiting for the automatic 'snap' didn't dampen the erotic force pushing in my crotch. I kept moving ever faster it seemed until I finally set the camera video clip button ON, stood back, glared in defiance at the camera lens and proceded to shoot myself dry before even toughing the erection. Only after settling down and cleaning up did I realize that was the first time I'd had a chance to cum since the hypnosis show last week. With the camera safely out of the way and the floor safe to walk on all I could do was take a shower and go to bed. I'd sleep tonight, think tomorrow.

                                                           - o -

Work kept me too busy for outside thinking and lunch with Lew was mainly telling him about a possible new show with maybe beefcake advertising. There was lots of explaining that my being in the show again wasn't a problem because public entertainment hypnosis didn't bother me. One on one with no one else to watch was different and not something I'd let happen. But that brought on a strange feeling and a vision of the BobBoLinko bird. Did that thing hypnotise me last night? More than once too? Lew said it could. It was a fascinator for me and let me hypnotise myself. But there were others around; at the bar, and Eckard and Photoboy in the back room. But Lew's questions brought up something that I remembered bothered me. How did Eckard know I'd refused to go on that first show until Lew shamed me into it? I'd never met the guy; not even really at the show. I've got to ask him tonight. And about the time; too much time to explain. Yet thinking about it made me feel I hadn't paid close enough attention. I must pay closer attention to night so I don't miss these things.

 

Luck was with me when I got to the bar. Mason caught me as I was coming in and said to go right to the back room. Eckard and Everston were waiting for me. That meant no BobBoLinko session and no Akin torture. Eckard greeted me with the question I should have known was coming.

 

"Emery! Did you bring your camera for me?"

 

I had to smile at his eagerness and the fact that I had the camera hanging around my neck. He didn't even intoduce this Everston, busy writing something at the desk.

 

"Come over by the computer here and let me take it off for you. Just face the monitor while I lift this over your head. I want you to stand here and see all the pictures so you can see how well you did on your own last night."

 

That seemed overly solicitous of him but he ran his hands all the way up the strap from the cliips at the camera to the back of my neck. He brushed the hairs back there gently but definitly as he lifted it over my head. That sent a little quiver of saticfaction through my body and I relaxed into a smile again. I felt like a third person as the pictures came on and tried to view them critically as a photogropher rather than personally. Some were pretty awful but others passable. When we got to the video clip though sex stirred and arrousal set in. Since Eck said stand I had no inclination to move but couldn't stop my reaction from showing. Everston's voice was clear and serious.

 

"Well you've proved you point Eck. Proper approach and training and he'll really do well. Schedualing will be the first problem. Let me get started here."

 

"Right you are Ev. Emery, this is Everston our top flight manager. Shaking hands with him means you'll do whatever he wants when he wants without worrying about it. So shake hands with Mr. Everston, Emery, and let him start managing."

 

I did, and he did. Eck left us and Everston came right around in front of me.

 

"First lets establish this BobBoLinko crystal thing so we can tell what part you play in future shows. Eck said you saw his ring same as the one on that bird. Now my ring looks almost the same as Eck's so look at the crystal and see if it has the same depth as Eck's."

 

Looking at a ring was the last thing I'd expected to have to do and I started to protest that the ring had nothing to do with the show just with the bird which had nothing to do with the show entertainment. I wasn't going to fall asleep or let him put me to sleep like I was sure Eck has done last night. He didn't let me get very far.

 

"Entertainment is serious business, Emery. We're talking serious business, Emery. The shows are serious business. So concentrate on the crystal, follow it if it bobs and tell me how deep you can go with it. You understand we're talking serious business now, Emery."

 

His voice was very direct with a strong 'business authority' force to it. It made me realize he meant serious business. I was talking with a Manager. This shifted my whole point of view and my mind slipt into regular work mode. I responded automatically to the manager's question,

 

"Yes sir, of course."

 

and looked directly at the ring to see if it had the same depth.

 

There was a definite shift in the atmosphere. He seemed to relax, satisfied that I understood, and I didn't give a second thought about looking into the crystal to see how deep it went. This was serious work and the manager was explaining what I had to do. His voice came back still straight forward business like but more easy, as if we understood each other and there was no question; I should follow orders.

 

"You can't look away now Emery. You've got to look into the crystal, see it's depth, let your mind pull you in. Concentratiion deeply, away from everything else. You feel the deep hypnotic power. It's in you. You can't resist. You don't want to resist. Anytime a voice and the crystal come together you can't resist the deep hypnotic power. It's in you. You don't want to resist it. You can't resist. Relax now and listen carefully."

 

I didn't want to do this but I knew I was going to. I had orders to follow. My resolve not to go to sleep again over that crystal had vanished. The fascination was in the crystal and I could yield to it because the voice said I couldn't resist. My head seemed to clear and I realized he already knew I would yield. A relaxing darkness settled completely over me and I stood waiting for instructiions from the Manager.

 

"That's much better, Emery. We have some mind testing exercises to do now. You don't have to remember these, Emery. Concentrate on them and do them conscienciouly as you always do at work."

 

I'm sure I concentrated on them because it didn't take very long. The only things that stuck in my mind were some colored words flashing on and some frustration of not being able to get my hands apart for a while. That was just like trying to get off the bar stool with Akin taunting me to try harder. When I clearly remembered things I was standing looking at the computer monitor as before. Manager was talking to Photoboy.

 

"We'll leave his clothes on the chair. Eck will want him this way when he comes back to finish working with him tonight. Bring your gear along so it's not in the way here."

 

I heard the door close as they left and felt a wave of relief. Maybe Photoboy had been there all the time and I hadn't been alone with Manager all that time doing mind exercises. But my mind sort of echoed, "Maybe he hadn't and you had.".

 

I was gazing at the screen saver pattern of spirals when Eck finally came in and introduced me to his new light. Actually it was a battery powered lantern with a tower of light emitting diodes inside. Carefully selected for color, he explained. Light blue for openness, tranquility, relaxatiion; a hidden touch of red for strenght, sex, arousal. It didn't seem like much until he turned the room lights off. It was a soft sort of light, enough to fill the room but not bright; somewhat seductive. A blue prostitues lamp, maybe. He had me kneel down where the light would shine on my whole body, not saying a word about finding me naked. I didn't feel the least upset about being naked with him. The lamp, he thought, could act as a lure to get volunters on stage for a show and maybe for some ritual exotic dances.

 

Right now he wanted to see how it affected the fascination of the crystal in his ring which he kept me viewing from different angles until he had me asleep again. On the way I could remember him explaining how the light would feel soft on my skin and make it easier to concentrate and relax into doing whatever I was told without even thinking about it and feeling better about it. The light was off when I found myself getting dressed. He was complementing me on accomplishing so much this evening and all I had to do now was get safely home, take a shower and get to bed. No photographing was needed, just check the mirror before getting in the shower.

 

On the way home I fnally started thinking about all the questions I didn't get to ask and how many times had I actually been hypnotized and did he or Manager keep referring to shows, not show. I was beginning to worry things were moving too fast again. It wasn't as simple as I thought. But all this vanished when I looked in the mirror on the way to the shower. I was staring right at the groin as before. The same turmoil stirred up in my cock and balls and wouldn't calm down until I was under cold water in the shower. The strangest thought flicked into my mind, 'It feels so good when you obey your hypno master you can't help but obey'. It wouldn't get out until I hit the pillow.

                                                    - o -

Eckard had two shows on schedule so there would be no back room meetings for at least a week. I vowed not to go near the bar until my mind settled down and I figured out what was going on and what should I do about it. Lew said change that to 'what could you do about'.

 

It was good to have Lew as a sounding board. We didn't always agree on things but he seemed to know a lot about these hypnois shows. He didn't think the hectic life my sudden involvment with them created was anything serious. It was one of his passing remarks that gave me a way to get time to think and still keep working.

 

"If you want lots of time to think go sign up for one of the prospecting crews. That will get you out into no-man's land for two or three weeks and still get paid for it."

 

I only had to wait a seek. One of the divisions regular Resource Recovery Drilling Excursions needed a techician to handle the analytical work for them. Single guys got priority because married ones didn't want to be off in no-woman's land, as it were, for three or four weeks. There was nothing on site but rocks and dirt. A supply truck would venture close enough once a week so 4x4's could ferry essentials and that was the only contact with the outside world. Usually one TV satellite was close enough for a dozen or so chanels which might stir but no satisfy desires. It was all butch but that's what I needed. I was cleared to go on the next supply run.

 

I didn't tell Lew until the last minute because I knew he'd try to talk me out of it. Our last meeting left me with a 'strange interlude' feeling. We'd just sort of reached idle talk and Lew was playing with his ring. Light from the ring would flash across my eyes and a couple of times I found myself nodding off. The third or fourth time seemed longer and harder to pull out of so I came up with some good- byes and took off. Lew didn't seem to have noticed my nodding; probably he was thinking of something else too.

 

The first days on site were busy getting into routine. Everybody was really helpful; like they were glad I was there. I'd worked with Jim, the foreman, before. He was an open and friendly guy; soft spoken but respected by the men. The temporary housing was basic simple but not completely primitive. We had running water but with warnings not to waste. Conserve everything was the word. My work schedule put me last in the shower at night but that was no bother until the third night.

 

I'd dutifully turned out the light in the shower and stepped out into the locker area to be greeted by beautifully soft blue light from a familiar looking diode lantern. There was a subliminal hint of red in the light. There was a sudden vacuum in my head that filled with colored light flashes, colored words, Lew's flashing ring, then Eck's, or was it the Manager's, ring crystal staring at me. I thought I'd fallen and hit my head. I was breathing deeply, from shock I guess, my head slowly cleared and I was on my knees, still naked, staring at the floor. I didn't know where my towel had gone. The soft blue light was soothing; helped me relax the way Eck had said it would. I was in some kind of twilight world with a distinct fear of the unknown but relaxing with it. I was waiting for something familiar to return. A voice returned. Familiar but I couldn't place it. Then I remembered. I was on site. I couldn't place all the voices yet. They were always friendly. This one was too.

 

"It's OK Em. Relax, your safe here. Everybody knows. The word was we'd get a top notch one this time. Someone that really knows the what and the how and enjoys it. Jim said he knew you and it was OK, just take it easy, don't ruin a good deal. The fellows decided to draw lots or maybe a poker hand or the darts. We could swap a win if someone really needed you special. The outside ones don't even know how we manage it. They're too busy struggling with themselves and we pretend we don't know what they're hinting at. This can be a real good deal for you Em. Relax and roll with the game. Insiders always play fair; that's the safe way.

 

I hope you like what you see. It ain't the biggest but it's loaded for you and real user- friendly. We're the lead offs, the first of the blue light specials. Your move."

 

                                                        - o -

 

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