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| Jake |
“Please welcome your hypnotist for this evening! Las Vegas, put your hands together for Ajay Chawla!”
The applause makes me smile wide as I calmly walk onto the stage with my arms stretched out. My nerves vanish.
“Las Vegas! Thanks for coming out!”
As the applause continues, I try to look into the crowd, but the lights in my face make it hard to do so. I do spot a hunky muscular guy on the second row. Black cap, a blond beard and a red basketball jersey with his massive arms popping out. I am going to try and remember him for later.
For my opening I always talk about what my career as a hypnotist has been like so far.
“I quickly found out I wanted to be on stage and make it into a show. Helping people to stop smoking, sure, great, but every day? There is so much more to hypnosis, so when I figured out how to use it for comedy, it felt more ‘me’. And what else is ‘me’? Sex. Done.”
It’s an easy laugh, but it’s a first laugh and that’s what matters.
Unless I’ve been hired at a Pride event or for some LGBTQ+ cause, I purposely leave out my own sexuality. And this evening I am in front of an audience of Vegas party people, probably drinking, who are looking for some naughty fun. I am assuming the majority are straight.
“Now let me tell you a little bit about hypnosis. Hypnosis is a state your mind can get in. This can happen by itself, like when you zone out for a while. Or a hypnotist can cause this state. It will make you feel calm and relaxed. Your conscious mind is less active than usual, making your subconscious more open to suggestions. That’s all it is. You might be aware of some myths or prejudice about hypnosis. But hypnosis cannot make you do things you definitely don’t want to do. There will be no spiral eyes tonight.”
“Even though everyone can be hypnotized, it doesn’t work the same way for everyone. Some of you may really want to get hypnotized here tonight, but maybe you get too excited or tense to relax. Or maybe your conscious mind remains too aware of this entire audience watching you. Or maybe you do a better job of letting go to a hypnotist without all of these lights. It does happen I have to send people back off the stage. That doesn’t mean hypnosis isn’t real, it just means it didn’t work on that person in this setting. And then there’s people who are going in all cynical, wanting to show that hypnosis isn’t real and that they can stay awake. Those people will definitely not be hypnotized. You have to allow your mind and body to relax and not work against the process.”
“Now I have ten chairs up here. So that means I need ten butts. Whose ass is open to this experience?”
I already see hands going up in the air.
“It helps if you have a vivid imagination”, I say as I shield my eyes from the lights.
I always try to pick out a diverse group of volunteers, especially when it comes to gender, race and age. And if I can clock a queer person in this crowd, that definitely helps.
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| Jake |
“You? Cap and beard?”
He shakes his head and laughs. He clearly doesn’t want to be on stage.
“You? Lady he’s with who keeps pointing at him?”
The audience laughs. The woman gestures that she also doesn’t want to go on stage. Then I see a man in his mid-40s, quite sexy, right behind them, who for the first time puts his hand up.
“Yes, you! That’s 10, right?”
All my seats are full and I look at my group. I did well. They all sit in a row, excited for what’s to come.
“Now all you guys need to do is listen to me, follow my instructions. If at any point you do not feel comfortable you can leave. If at any point you feel like it’s not working you can leave. And if at any point I feel like it’s not working, I will make you leave.”
They laugh.
“All right. First off, all we’re going to do is just relax. And audience, I am going to ask you to remain quiet for this part.”
I start my induction. I tell all ten of my volunteers to pick a spot in the room to focus on. It can be my face or anywhere else. I then help them with slow, regular breathing. And then I help them to focus on relaxing each body part, bit by bit.
“You can begin to tune out any movement in your peripheral vision, any sound you might hear. All that matters is that spot you are focusing on and the sound of my voice. Feel how your body relaxes in your chair and notice how wonderful it feels. If your eyes get too heavy to keep open you can let them close and focus on my voice even more.”
This part is where I always need to focus most. I am doing my induction, but at the same time I need to watch my volunteers carefully. Some bodies begin to sag in the chair. Some mouths begin to drop open. Some eyes begin to blink a lot, or roll back. The muscular Black man’s arms drop off his lap limply, and I hear a small audience reaction. The bro-y dude’s head falls back over the back of his chair. It’s the people who don’t show any signs of relaxing or going into hypnosis, who I need to look out for.
When I no longer see eyes on me, I go behind the row of chairs.
“Relax your shoulders”, I whisper to the young guy.
But I can still tell his body is tensed up. However, the real test comes later.
As I continue to try to relax my volunteers further and get them into a deep state of hypnosis, I feel like I did pretty well. I’m worried about the young twinky guy, but you never know with these things. When I finally count them back up to wakefulness, most of them look like they were out of it.
“How was that?”
That last volunteer, the middle-aged guy, rubs his eyes and looked incredibly sleepy.
“Nice and relaxing, right?”
I see a few nodding heads. Time for the rest.
“Let’s relax even deeper now. Deep breath in… And sleep!”
I see bodies collapsing into chairs, heads falling on neighboring shoulders. But twinky guy remains wide awake. As I walk up to him, I begin to hear a murmur in the crowd.
“Sorry man, I have to send you back”, I tell the guy.
He looks disappointed as he walks off stage. The murmur has gotten louder, there’s even some laughter. I look at my other nine volunteers. Nobody has fallen off their chair.
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| Jake |
“Oh we have a sleepy audience member”, I say, as I jump off stage.
The crowd laughs as I make my way to him.
I put my hand on his massive shoulder.
“Person I am touching now, wake up on the count of 3. 1, 2, 3!”
His eyes blink open as he confusedly focuses on me. His green eyes are absolutely beautiful.
“You come up”, I say as I gesture him to get up and follow me.
He obediently does as he is told.
I get back up on stage and as I turn around I realize the man is like an actual bodybuilder. I am impressed with his physique.
“Take a seat”, is all I say, gesturing to the newly empty chair.
He still looks confused as he sits down in the middle of 9 other people who are in a deep hypnotic sleep. I realize that he had refused to be here before, but now that he’s under hypnosis it was very easy to get him here.
“Would you mind putting your cap on backwards so the people can see your face?”
He obediently does as I tell him.
“Do you understand what’s going on?”, I ask.
He shakes his head. I take the hand-held mic from a stand on the corner of the stage.
“You don’t know why you’re on stage?”
“No”, he says.
His deep voice is a turn-on.
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| Jake |
“What’s your name?”
“Jake Zielinski.”
“Hi Jake. Where are you from?”
“Atlanta.”
“That’s where I’m from too! So no clue why you’re up here, Jake?”
He shakes his head again.
“What if I told you you’ve been hypnotized?”
He laughs.
“You would laugh?”
“Yeah. I’m not hypnotized. Just these guys.”
He looks at the people on the chairs next to him.
“Just them?”
“Yeah.”
“Not you.”
“No.”
I can tell from the look in his eyes he’s actually deeply hypnotized. When we have eye contact I can tell he just gets sleepier. I decide to play a little game.
“What would you say if I told you, Jake, that when I touch your forehead with this mic, you will fall into a deep sleep?”
“Fuck off.”
I boop the mic on his head, creating an echoing plop throughout the room. Jake’s eyes roll up, his mouth drops open and his big body goes completely limp. His head falls on the muscular Black man’s shoulder. The audience laughs and then applauds.
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| Jake |
I start my show for real. At first, I try to get to know my volunteers a little. I wake them up one by one, so I can ask their name and where they’re from. Then I put them back to sleep, which helps with deepening the hypnosis. Also I can see just how deep they go. Jake even flops out of the chair while I’m talking to one of the other volunteers. He ends up face down on stage, the curve of his ass very noticeable.
Just to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself, I kneel by him and give him his next suggestion.
“Not too long from now, I am going to slap your ass and you will immediately wake up, wondering who was slapping your ass. Eventually you will sit down. The second your ass touches that seat you’re going to go back into a very deep sleep, but your ass will stay on that chair, like glued to it.”
The crowd is chuckling as I get up and smack his firm, muscular ass. The cheek wobbles beautifully as Jake quickly gets up.
“Who slapped my ass?”, he asks.
“What?”, I ask, quickly putting the mic to his face.
“Who slapped my ass?”
The audience laughs.
“Was it you?”, he asks me.
“No, man, wasn’t me?”
Jake turns around and accuses the other volunteers before he quietly returns to his seat. As he sits down, his eyes roll up again and his entire body collapses. But he stays in the seat.
“Perfect”, I say.
The crowd laughs and applauds once again.
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| Jake |
When I make him think he’s a stripper, he whips off his shorts and throws them into the audience. He’s just wearing his boxerbriefs and doing a sexy dance at this point. His ass is beautifully round, and very muscular. He even begins to take off his underwear and moons the crowd. But I know that this is when I risk a lawsuit. Jake could claim he didn’t want to expose himself but I made him. I touch his shoulder and make him sleep with his undies just under his butt. His entire body limply falls on top of me. I manage to hold him up and quickly pull his boxerbriefs back up over his ass to laughter of the crowd.
I get Jake back into his chair and he is the only one to do the rest of the show in his underwear. I don’t think anyone could complain about that.
I then give everyone a suggestion that whenever I shake their hand they will have the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm. It will get more intense the longer I touch their hand and the more often I touch their hand. I go past all of the volunteers, but of course the ones that have been the most deeply hypnotized, the ones that are bound to have the most extreme reaction to the orgasm handshake, I keep for last.
First, I ask every volunteer what they like most sexually. I shake their hand, pretending to thank them for their participation in the show. At some point that joke runs its course. Then I put them back under and tell them they will enjoy whatever they just mentioned ten times more tonight. It’s a simple way to end the show that’s funny, sexy, and gives my volunteers a long-term reward.
Of course I save Jake for last. So far all the answers to the question have been pretty heteronormative and bland. For example, the bro-y dude said he likes cumming on tits, the muscular Black guy said he likes fucking his wife doggy style, and the mature man said he likes face-fucking his girlfriend.
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| Jake |
“Hey Jake, before I let you go. I just wanted to ask you, what do you like most in the bedroom?”
“I, uhm… I like when… My girlfriend is trans and I love when she fucks my ass with her big dick.”
A wave of shock goes through the room followed by applause.
That is by far the hottest answer I’ve had, tonight, or any night. Unexpected, too. I am immediately aware a taboo subject has come up on my show. It rarely happens, but when the audience reacts positively, like they have, all I can do is act like it’s just as regular a thing as the other things that were mentioned. Which it is.
“That’s so cool. Are you here on a trip together?”
“Yeah. Her name is Nia. One year anniversary.”
“Aww, that’s adorable.”
My eyes frantically search for the woman he came with in the second row. When I find her, she looks mortified. I decide not to give her any more attention, because she clearly doesn’t want it.
I extend my hand to Jake.
“Thanks so much for being a part of the show tonight, Jake.”
Jake instinctively goes to shake my hand and instantly has a mind-blowing orgasm. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he moans loudly.
The audience laughs, but I thought it was extremely hot to watch. I get quite a boner and I’m glad the show is done soon.
“Sleep, Jake. Deep sleep now.”
His orgasm is barely over when he falls back into a hypnotic sleep.
“Typical man right? Cum and fall asleep immediately.”
I always do that joke with one of the men and it never fails.
I give Jake the suggestion that from now on, getting fucked in his ass will feel even better. Then it’s time to wake all of my volunteers up, help them feel rested and refreshed upon waking. Then I turn to the audience and ask them to give all of them a big round of applause!
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| Jake |
I pick up his jersey and kneel by him.
“Jake?”
His eyes have a hard time focusing.
“Hey”, he goes.
“You OK?”
“Y-Yeah. Just… sleepy. And horny.”
I smile.
I look out in the audience. Jake just mentioned her name.
“Nia?”
“She left!”
“What?”
I get up and walk to the edge of the stage. A few people from the audience walk up to me.
“She walked out when he talked about her. I guess she didn’t like it.”
“Oh no”, I said.
I looked back at Jake. His eyes began to blink fast. I had never had such a responsive subject who needed this much time to recover. And now he had nobody to get him to his hotel. What was I going to do?
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