DREIDEL

By

Oberon

My name is Aaron. Today, dear diary, I am going to start by telling you about Michael. I remember as if it were only a moment ago. I was at Michael’s house. Michael just had his bar mitzvah ceremony and was about to celebrate the first night of Hanukah.

Everyone had a great time. Everyone was amazed at how well Michael read the Torah in front of over 500 people, especially since Michael was a very shy boy. During the double celebration, Michael’s uncle Ari brought in a beautiful golden dreidel. When Uncle Ari spun the dreidel, Michael’s eyes seemed to grow bright, but blank as if Michael were in a trance.

That was seven years. Today, both Michael and I are in college. In fact, by some stroke of luck, we are roommates. I am gay but I believe that Mike is a marginal heterosexual. I say marginal because although he has had girlfriends, he never got excited about having sex with any of them. Also, he does not mind when I snap my towel at his naked body.

Michael is one of the best looking guys at this campus of over twenty thousand students. He has short dark curly hair, very dark penetrating eyes, and a beautiful physique. He is about 6 feet tall and muscular. He also has that lovely vulnerable look that makes you want to protect him.

Because it was one of those years in which Hanukah did not coincide with that other December holiday, Mike and I had to celebrate Hanukah by ourselves. Uncle Ari sent us the golden dreidel. That would prove to make this a very happy Hanukah indeed.

On the first night of Hanukah, after we light our menorahs, I started to spin the dreidel. As I had hoped, Michael became instantly hypnotized as soon as he saw the spinning dreidel. I decided to conduct a little experiment. I had already turned the thermostat to 35 degrees centigrade.

I said, “Mike, it is warm in here. Why don’t you take your clothes off?” Mike stripped down to his underwear. I asked, “Why don’t you remove your underwear, after all, I have seen you naked before?” That was true. Michael then slowly slid his underwear off. This experiment, however, did not prove that he was hypnotized. After all, I had seen Michael naked on quite a few occasions.

I then said, “Mike stand up straight.” He did so. “Mike,” I said, “I am going to touch you. My touch will make you feel very good. You will like that feeling. You will even get an erection when I touch you.”

I started to rub his neck, shoulders, and then felt around to his luscious, pink nipples. He really liked that. I noticed that his penis was getter harder and longer every second. My fingers then found their way to his belly button, his beautiful butt, and calves. He had one of those porn star type bodies that looked like they were especially made just to be fucked.

After I finished rubbing his toes, I whispered into his right ear, “Michael, when I say the word “dreidel” you will snap out of this trance. You will study for two more hours and then go straight to bed, but at no time will you put any clothes on, not even underwear. Also, when you go to bed, you will wonder what it would be like to be penetrated in your anal orifice. The thought will give you an erection. You will dream about getting fucked but make no attempt to act on your desires. Do you understand?” He nodded affirmatively. I then said, “dreidel.” He immediately went to his books. Two hours later, he went to bed. He did not even notice that he was naked this whole time.

The next night I decided to let my sadistic side take control. After the second candle lighting ceremony, I proceeded to spin the dreidel. That caused Michael to go into a deep trance. Once again, I commanded him to strip and stand up. This time, however, I put a chain over the ceiling fan. I attached a pair of handcuffs to the chain. I lifted Mike’s beautiful biceps overhead to attach the handcuffs to his wrists. I then whispered his ears, “The pain you are about to feel will also make you feel even more horny than last night.” I then shot rubber bands all over his naked torso. Next, I took a wet towel and snapped it repeatedly at his all too fuckable butt.

The rest of the evening proceeded like the previous night. On the third night, I decided to play mad doctor. That seemed fitting since I was a chemical engineering major. The chemical engineering laboratory was deserted that evening, but I had a key to the building. After I hypnotized Michael with the dreidel, I suggested he take a walk with me the chemical engineering building.

Once we were inside one of the laboratories, I gave Mike a coke that I spiked with a chemical that would enhance Mike’s hypnotic state. After he drank it, I told Mike to strip naked and take a shower in the little stall off to the side. Once he had shower, Mike was to lay spread-eagled on a table I showed him. He complied wonderfully. I then used some ropes to strap his wrists and ankles to the table. I then put on a lab coat and some purple rubber gloves. If I had red hair, I would have looked like a taller version of the title character in “Dexter’s Laboratory.”

Sidenote: I loved the old bondage movies where the half naked prisoner was strapped to a table by a fully clothed scientist or other criminal type. I never really cared that much for the gay bondage movies put out by Zeus Studios or Grapik Arts because inevitably the top would also strip naked. I liked the feeling of power that comes from being clothed while the victim is not.

I started by simply massaging Michael, especially his luscious nipples. I then removed the straps from his ankles and bent his knees, then restrapped them to the top of the table. Now I finally had access to that butt. I started stretching it then spread a generous coating of lube all over that hole. I then took a small beaker, stuck a sterilized dildo into it, and then placed the dildo into Michael’s little hole. The chemical not enhanced the hypnotic state, but also had great aphrodisiac qualities that would leave the victim horny for days.

The fourth night of Hanukah coincided with Shabbat, the Sabbath. The Torah states that we are to refrain from work on the seventh day, which is from sunset Friday to sunset Saturday. What many people forget the other rule, that is, we must keep the day holy. Thus, Michael and I simply played with a wooden dreidel on Friday night and went to the local synagogue on Saturday morning. We engaged in no sexual activity until after the sun had set on Saturday night.

After nightfall, I hypnotized Michael and took him back to the laboratory. After he was safely strapped to the table, I put on my lab coat and purple gloves. I then took a chemical I had been experimenting with for weeks. It was a greenish glowing gel. I spread it all over Michael’s body from the neck down. I did not actually mind body hair, but body hair would get in the way of my future plans.

On the sixth night, I did not feel particularly imaginative. After I hypnotized Mike, I tied him spread-eagled to his bed. I then took some feathers and ice cubes and tickled his nipples, armpits, genitals, and feet. I did it all so very slowly. We started at 10:00 pm and ended and 4:30 am. Mike, even though hypnotized, cried in a unique combination of agony and ecstasy.

On the seventh night, after hypnotizing Michael, I suggested that he spill chocolate syrup all over the sofa. He did so and then I pretended to be angry. I had made Mike think he was only twelve again. I told him to strip and come over to me. When he did, I tied his hands behind his back. I made him lie down on my thighs for a spanking. I admired his newly smooth butt. I wanted to rim him so badly but I restrained myself. I used my ping-pong paddle to redden his ass. It was beautiful the way it glowed red after about 50 whacks. The poor guy would not be able to sit down comfortably for at least one day.

Finally, the eighth night arrived. The night I had been eagerly anticipating for so long. We held the candle lighting ceremony and then I spun the dreidel. Michael went into a trance within seconds. This time I took him to a cabin my family owned in the woods. This place had a hot tub into which I placed a few gallons of diluted honey. I drove Michael in my van. He was naked with his hands tied behind his back.

After we got to the cabin, I heated the tub. I untied Mike and led him to the tub and gently guided him into it. The liquid came up to just below his slim and beautiful neck. I ordered him to get out of the tub. He lay on his back. I spread his legs and placed his feet on my shoulders. I hungrily licked his hole. It still literally tasted sweet from the honey mixture. I gently inserted one finger into his hole. Michael seemed to be enjoying it, so I inserted a second, then a third finger. A half an hour later, I inserted my entire fist into his butt. I felt as if I were finally truly connected with the love of life. I followed up with dildoes, anal beads, and a vibrator. I then suggested to Mike that he is as light as a feather and that he needed to rest. I lifted him over my shoulders and took him to the bedroom. I placed him on the bed and gave him another rim job. Then came the grand finale. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I thrust it into him quickly and proceeded to pound him so quickly that everything was a blur. Mike groaned in pleasure. The sex continued almost until noon.

Well, diary, that was all ten years ago. Today, I am a chemical engineer and Michael is a lawyer. We live very happily together. Interestingly, some of the lyrics to the Dreidel song go as follows, “It has a lovely body, with legs so short and thin, (Mike’s legs are actually pretty long.), and when it gets all tired, it drops and then I win.” Michael is truly my living dreidel.

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