1 . Name: Maenad @ 2011-06-15 20:10

I wrote this a while back, set it aside to do some extra work on it, forgot about it, found it, and can't remember what I was going to add. So I figured I'd go ahead and post it.
Before reading: I do know that this isn't actually how hypnotism works, this way is just more interesting. The story requires the suspension of disbelief in that sense. Enjoy.
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The day had been long, dusty and dry. The red Scout had sent the blue Spy back to respawn five times, the Soldier three, and the Engineer eight. By the time the battle was over, his skin was covered with dust, his body was exhausted and his Sandman had been so thoroughly soaked in blood and brains that it had turned a misty red color.
It all just made the shower feel ten times as good, and the Pyro’s mediocre cooking taste more like his mother’s. By the time he started to drag himself to his room, he was yawing and past ready to sleep. Which is why seeing the glowing bar of light at the bottom of his bedroom door made him frown with annoyance.
Squaring his shoulders, Scout slammed the door open, banging it against the wall. Spy, who was lying in bed reading, jumped, the book flying out of his hands.
“Wassup cock fag?” Scout asked, sitting on his own bed, which was across from the Spy’s. “What-cha reading?” His roommate glowered at him and retrieved the book.
“Nothing you need to know about.” He buried his hooked nose back into the pages.
“What, is it porn?” Scout stood and attempted to look over the Spy’s shoulder. Spy shifted the book to an angle that prevented Scout from seeing the pages. “Is it gay porn?” Scout deftly snatched the book from the Spy’s dainty hands.
“Hey!”
Scout jumped across the gap to his bed and held the book out of reach. He turned it sideways and flipped through the pages.
“Hey, what the fuck man, this is jiberish!”
“Non,” the Spy stood, clutching his fancy dressing gown over his silk pajamas, “It is written,” He yanked the book out of Scout’s hands. “In French.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, I knew that.” The Scout dropped back onto his bed. “French porn, right? So there’s animal fucking.”
Spy sat back on his bed and sighed, kneading his forehead with two fingers. He was still wearing the baklava. The Spy went to great pains to wait until Scout fell asleep before taking it off, then he would wake up so early that Scout hadn’t a prayer of seeing him without it. Scout had a feeling the Frenchman did this just to annoy him.
“If you must know, it is a manual of the art of mesmerism.” Spy said, folding his long legs back onto the bed and covering them with the blankets.
“That bullcrap?” Scout snorted, still sitting on the edge of his bed. “You know that shit doesn’t work, right?”
“If you like,” Spy mumbled, returning to his book. “Go to sleep.”
“Can’t,” Scout said matter-of-factly, “Not with your gay little nightlight on. So I guess I’ll just he to stay up and annoy you all night.”
“It is a reading lamp, and just because the shade is purple…” Spy stopped. He looked at Scout with a peculiar expression that the boy could not read. “You cannot sleep with the light, you say?”
“Yeah,” Scout said slowly raising his eyebrows, “So?”
“So perhaps I can remedy that.” Spy gestured to his book. “Then we can both be happy.”
“What, you mean hypnotize me?” Scout snorted, “Yeah, right man, like that’s gonna work.”
“Allow me to try.” Spy threw back the covers and stood from his bed. “And if it doesn’t work, I will turn off the light and read elsewhere.”
“Yeah, sure,” Scout laughed, “If it’ll make you go away, I’ll do anything.”
“I am sure you will.” Spy knelt in front of Scout and began passing his hands in front of the boy’s eyes, just as the book instructed. Even if this didn’t work, while he was making the attempt Scout at least had to sit still and shut up. That alone made it worth it.
But, sure enough, it wasn’t long until the Scout’s eyelids began to droop, and not long after that before his entire frame relaxed as if in a deep sleep. Spy lowered his hands. “Can you hear, me, Scout?”
“Yes.” The boy answered in blank, monotone voice that was, surprisingly enough, devoid of his usual Boston accent.
A broad grin split across the Spy’s face. “Good. Now then,” He gently pressed back on the boy’s shoulders. “Lay back and take your pants off.” Completely in the Spy’s power, the Scout did just that.

Spy looked with triumph upon Scout’s attractive package, finally able to stare without the fear of being caught. He let his eyes linger on the rosy head, then his gaze traveled up the ivory shaft and licked across the Scout’s handsome scrotum, framed in a downy curtain of hair.
The Spy actually found himself growing hard just looking. And of course, now he could do more than just look. But first, the man turned and reached under his own bed, retrieving a few items from a sealed box beneath his bed. Then he sat next to the Scout and, breathing heavily with eagerness, began to stroke and fondle the Scout’s equipment.
Spy felt the boy’s cock begin to expand and stiffen in his hand. A whispery moan trickled from the Scout’s mouth.
“Hmm, do you like that, mon chéri?” The Spy kissed his neck.
“Yes,” came the reply in the form of a horse whisper.
“Nnmmm… good.” The Spy, no longer able to resist, reached into his own pants and pulled forth his throbbing cock, the head already beading with his passion. It was an impressive member, and others before had commented on its impressively satisfying length and thickness. Spy removed his hand from the Scout’s engorged prick and replaced it with the boy’s own. He told him to continue gently, enough to enjoy but not enough to make him come too soon.
Then, Spy placed his hand on the back of Scout’s head and drew the boy’s face closer to his lap. “Here, my little rabbit, open you mouth and suck on this. Just like a popsicle, yes? No biting though, or, mmmnn…” The Scout wrapped his lips around the man’s cock, “Or I will have to punish you. Oh, yes, oh god…gnnn…”
Spy let himself enjoy the boy’s hot mouth for a moment as it sucked and slurped and licked every inch of his cock. Then, the Scout still enjoying his “popsicle” The Spy took up the two items he had retrieved from the box under his bed. One was a tube of lubricant, the other a very thin, slightly bent dildo. Squeezing some of the first item into his hand, he reached over and began gently applying it to the Scout’s asshole. He had chosen the thinnest of his toys for this, and now that he carefully tried to work the lubricant up inside the Scout, he was glad he had. The boy was tighter than the drawstrings of Scrooge’s purse at Christmas time.
No matter. Applying the extra lubricant to the dildo, Spy gently pressed it inside the Scout’s tight orifice. This prompted a small grunt from the boy, but nothing else.
Spy removed himself from the Scout’s mouth and quickly rearranged the two of them. They ended up lying on the bed with their cocks at each other’s lips.
“Now,” Spy commanded, “Do as I do.” With that, he took the Scout in his mouth. Scout followed in suit, and soon the two of them were sucking and swallowing each other into the thralls of ecstasy, Spy all the while fucking Scout up the ass with the dildo.
Spy came first, his huge cock shooting off inside the Scout’s mouth. He then removed the Scout’s prick from his mouth and proceeded to jerk him off until the boy came over both of their chests. After resting a moment, listening as his heart rate decreased, the Spy straightened and had Scout lick the remaining cum off of both of them until they were clean. Only then did he remove the dildo from Scout.
Spy say Scout back up as he was when he had first put the boy under. He began passing his hands over the Scout’s eyes again.
“Now, he said, “You will fall into a deep, deep sleep, and in the morning you will wake, free from this trance, and you will remember nothing of what has occurred.
The Scout nodded and laid down on his bed. Spy waved his hand in front of the boy’s face a few times, just to make sure he was asleep, then finished cleaning up. Then, utterly exhausted by his endeavors, went to sleep himself.

At breakfast, Scout was quite impressed with the Spy’s new trick. He had slept better that night than any other night since arriving here, and asked the Spy if he would ever want to do it again.
“Of course, my friend.” The Spy smiled warmly, which was a little odd as the man usually replied to such questions in a grumpy or aloof manner. “It is no trouble, and we can’t have you sleeping badly. I will be happy to do it every night from now on.”
The Scout, pleased by his good fortune, agreed.