They had been sitting at a booth in the corner of the coffee shop, talking and getting to know each other better. Brock it turns out was a model, although he had never done anything for A & F, he was in a rather widespread ad for hair color.

"I'm surprised," Brock said.

"Why?"

"Because from what I can tell, you've got a great personality, a well developed sense of humor, and a wonderful smile. Oh, and did I mention you're so cut when you blush?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kyle responded, "I'm not hot. I'm just Kyle, plain and simple."

"Kyle," Brock said, "are you getting tired?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Because it looks like your eyes are getting droopy. Your eyelids look like they're getting heavier and heavier."

"No they're not, What are you talking about?," Kyle inquired as he blinked a few times, and yawned.

"Doesn't it feel good to relax?" Brock continued, "Isn't my voice nice and soothing? Listen only to my voice Kyle. My voice is the only thing you can hear right now. My voice is the only thing that matters. Let my voice soothe you. Don't you want to relax Kyle?"

"I want to relax," Kyle said groggily.

"Look at my eyes Kyle. Focus on my eyes. Look deep into them. They appear to be bottomless pools. You can try to look away, but you will not be able to. But you don't want to look away, do you Kyle?"

"No, I like looking into your eyes," Kyle replied softly. Brock looked at Kyle and could see that his patter was slowly working. Kyle's body was relaxing, and his eyes were glazed over, still looking intently at Brock.

"Relax Kyle," Brock continued with his patter, "Feel all your muscles relax and release the tension in them. You legs are feeling limp. Feel them dangle loosely. Breathe slowly, in and out. Deeply, in and out. Feel this soothing , relaxing feeling slowly move up your body. Going up your abdomen, your chest, spreading down your arms. Your arms hand loosely at your sides. You can feel them, but cannot move them. Feel them just hang loosely at your sides. Your entire body feels so relaxed and peaceful."

"Relaxed. Peaceful." Kyle murmured.

"All your cares, your worries, are drifting away, They are leaving your mind."

"Leaving my mind."

"Relax Kyle, breathe in deeply. In and out, In and out, All that matters is the sound of my voice. Your eyes, feel your eyes start to droop Kyle. Your eyelids are getting heavier. You are starting to blink your eyes Kyle, and each time you do, your eyelids will get heavier and heavier, until you will no longer to lift up your eyelids. .."

Kyle blinked a few times, and finally stopped, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Kyle, I want you to pretend you are entering an elevator. We are going down in an elevator. The farther and farther down we get, the deeper and deeper your relaxation will be. As we go further and further down, all your cares and worries will leave your mind. 10; 9; 8; more and more relaxed; 9; 8; 7; no more cares, no more worries; 8; 7; 6; going deeper and deeper; 6; 5; 4; relaxing, total relaxation; 5; 4; 3; breathing deeply and slowly, in and out; . 4; 3; 2; no stress; no worries; just you and my voice; 3; 2; 1; "

By this time, Kyle was slouched over on his side of the booth. A look of pure serenity was on his face. Bruce paused a moment to admire his latest conquest. Kyle was really a looker. His light brown hair was cut in a Caesar, with the front turned up and highlighted, instead of lying flat on the forehead. His eyelids, presently closed, hid Kyle's best feature, his dark, bright green eyes. He had a strong chin, with a cleft perfectly in the middle. Brock could tell that Kyle took care of his body. His build was a not quite a gymnast's build, but it was definitely more developed than a swimmer. Kyle had the look of your All-American boy next door.

Brock had a thing for the shy type. To be more accurate, Brock had a thing for changing the shy type, but only if they were truly shy. He loved to take away that shyness and creating new personalities for the "victim". But first, he had to find out a few things about Kyle.

"Kyle, I am going to ask you a few questions, and you will want to answer them honestly. Do you understand?"

"Answer questions honestly," Kyle replied.

"It feels good to answer my questions honestly."

"Feels good to answer honestly."

"The more truthful and honest your answers are, the more and more relaxed you will feel. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes; More relaxed; Want to answer questions honestly and truthfully."

"Good. Kyle, tell me, when you look in a mirror, what do you see?

"I see me," Kyle said.

Ask a stupid question; Brock thought to himself. "Describe what you see Kyle."

"I see; I see plain, ordinary, ugly me; my untamable hair; my dull green eyes; my oversized nose; I see nothing; a nobody; " Kyle replied.

Interesting, thought Brock, the whole shyness thing is not just an act. But man, this kid has got some issues;

"What did you think when I sat next to you tonight?" Brock inquired.

"I thought you were handsome; a walking wet dream; my walking wet dream; I wondered why a God would be interested in me; I thought myself to be unworthy of your attention; "

Wow; someone must have really did a number on him, thought Brock.

"Kyle, take a deep breath. Slowly exhale. Relax. Kyle, why do you feel so undeserving?"

"Because Dallas told me so. He told me that I was ugly, undesirable, and unworthy of companionship."

"Who's Dallas, Kyle?"

"My last boyfriend."

"Did Dallas tell you these things often?"

"Yes; "

Bastard. If I ever meet this Dallas; ; Brock thought.

"Kyle, you are a beautiful person. Do you understand that?"

"No, I'm ugly; plain; undesirable; "

"No Kyle. You are beautiful. Your body is wonderful. Repeat the things that I say, and know them to be true. You will believe these things to be true. Do you understand?"

"When you say something and I repeat it, I will know that thing to be true," Kyle replied.

"I am a handsome individual."

"I am a handsome individual," Kyle repeated.

"I am not ugly."

"I am not ugly."

"I am worthy of Brock."

"I am worthy of Brock."

"I am comfortable with my body, although I should work out five times a week."

"I am comfortable with my body, although I should work out five times a week."

"I will work out five times a week."

"I will work out five times a week."

"I like working out. It turns me on. I would like to be a complete muscle boy."

"I like working out. It turns me on. I would like to be a complete muscle boy."

"Brock makes me horny. I constantly think of Brock."

"Brock makes me horny. I constantly think of Brock."

"Good Kyle. Very good. I want you to breathe in deeply. Slowly breathe in and out. Relax. Feel yourself going down deeper and deeper. Relax. I am now going to give you a post hypnotic suggestion. Whenever you hear me say 'G.I. Joe', you will return to this state, only ten times deeper and more relaxed than you are now. If I say this phrase when you are under hypnosis, you will go deeper and deeper into a trance. Do you understand this?"

"When you say, 'G.I. Joe,' I will be hypnotized," Kyle answered.

"Yes. Good Kyle. Also, when you wake up from this state, you will think we have been having a great conversation. You will want to see me again soon, and will ask for my phone number. Later on, before you go to bed, you will have an urge to masturbate, and while you masturbate you will think of me. You will play with your nipples, and think about getting both your nipples pierced. You will continue to think about getting your nipples pierced until it becomes an obsession, and you finally do it. Understand?"

"Yes. When I wake up, I will ask you for your phone number. Tonight I will masturbate while thinking of you, and getting my nipple pierced. I will continue to think of getting nipples pierced until I finally do it."

"That's correct Kyle," Brock replied, "One more thing. If you have any hair below your neck, you will shave it all off, and keep it completely smooth."

"Will shave off all body hair."

"Shaving off your body hair will be an erotic experience for you. You will save shaving off your cock for last. As soon as you shave off the last of your hair, you will cum with a magnitude like nothing you have experienced before. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had, and you will think of me when you cum.

"Shaving off my body hair will be erotic. When I am done shaving it all off, I will have the best orgasm of my life while thinking of you."

"Good Kyle. Very good. Now, when I count to ten, you will wake up, feeling energized and refreshed. 1; 2; .3; getting the feeling back in your body; .4; 5; 6; feeling alive, awake and energized; 7; 8; remembering the great conversation we had; 9; 10; open your eyes; "

Kyle opened his eyes, and took in Brock's beauty. He wanted to get his number; no, he needed to get his number.

"Can I get your number," he asked.

Brock simply smiled as he wrote down the seven digits that would permanently alter Kyle's life.

Kyle paced around his apartment. It was nearly 1 am, and he couldn't fall asleep. All he could think of was Brock. Brock was so sexy. Brock made him so horny. He has already masturbated twice, and Brock kept popping into his mind's eye. As he played with his nipples, he had a feeling that something was missing there. As he ran his hand down his chiseled six pack of abs, he thought that it would be nice if he shaved the hair off of there. No, it would be better to shave off all his body hair. The thought of a smooth body turned Kyle even more on (if that was possible). Even more so, however, the thought of Brock liking him was a turn on like nothing else.

Deciding that he could take it no longer, Kyle picked up the phone and dialed Brock's number.

"Hello," a groggy voice answered on the other side.

"Um; hello?" a timid Kyle responded.

"Kyle, is that you?"

"Yeah, I don't know; Something just made me want to call you."

"Oh, really?" Brock replied. I wonder what that could have been, he thought as a sly grin appeared on his face. "Now that you got me," he continued, "what can I do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering if we could get together again?" Kyle blurted out. "I mean, this is really strange for me," he stammered on, "I don't usually call back guys on the same night of the first date; . I mean; .. I don't usually; I guess what I'm trying to say is; ummmm; ; Can I see you again?"

"Sure," Brock said, "I'm free Sunday afternoon. How about we meet at Stonewall Park?" That will give you time to process some of the changes I've suggested, Brock thought.

"Sounds good! Thanks!" Kyle said, a little too eagerly.

"Great, See you on Sunday," Brock replied.

"OK; . Goodnight, and thank you so much."

"Night."

Brock chuckled to himself as he put down the receiver. The boy is mine, he thought.

Kyle went to bed shortly after he talked to Brock. He slept peacefully as his dreams were filled with male torsos. Smooth, muscular male torsos. Smooth, muscular male torsos with pierced nipples. And intermittently, Brock would show up, floating in, out and around of the handsome male bodies. •