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Don't Heckle The Hypnotist
🕑 Added 2023-09-26 00:08:31 +0000 UTCAs a performer, one of the hardest things to get used to was staring out into the audience. At your first few shows, they seem terrifying. They could start booing at any moment, and at least for me, I was always on edge for the first year. But as I kept touring, I got used to it. Now, my only issue was looking at everyone under the glare of the stage lights. Because as my act has evolved over the years, I now love finding those hecklers- they don’t scare me anymore. If anything, they should be scared of me.
My stage name is Dr. Sleepmore, and I am a touring hypnotist. Most of my gigs are on college campuses and business retreats for companies trying to be hip. But my favorite shows are those that get weird- bachelorette parties and private shows are where I have my fun.
Tonight, I was performing at a small comedy club in LA, and I had already done all of my usual shtick. Make the shy girl come on stage and sing, and then I’d find the biggest guy in the room to come dance like a chicken. The usual. But my time was running out, and I was eyeing the room for one more volunteer. And right there, almost in the center of the room, I found him. This guy was the skeptic of his friend group- I could always spot those people immediately. Everyone else at his table was having fun, but he wasn’t laughing and he kept yelling at me that it was all fake. So, I thought I’d teach him a lesson.
Hey you, in the blue shirt and cologne strong enough for me to smell up here, you still think my act is fake after everything you’ve seen?
He looked around at first, unsure if I was talking to him at first, but finally he answered.
Hell yeah, you probably just bring some friends to every show and pretend to make ‘em go to sleep.
Well sir, would you consider us friends?
Hell nah.
I genuinely smiled down at him and gestured to the stage stairs beside me.
Well perfect. Come on up, and I’ll show all the other skeptics that everything you saw tonight is real.
He looked to his friends first, but once they started urging him to come on stage, he stood up and swaggered over as if he’d had no hesitation. As he got closer, my breath caught in my throat as I saw how beautiful he was. He still dressed like he was in a frat, but I couldn’t help myself when a guy with beautiful eyes, a strong jaw, or great hair came near. And luckily, I was about to find out that he had a great body too.
As he came up near me, he stuck out his hand to shake, and as he did, I stared right into his eyes. I normally pretended to draw everything out- make it seem like hypnotism took time. But really, it just took seconds to hook someone, and I had him in the palm of my hand immediately. He stood there, arms limp and head forward, waiting for my command. I looked out to his table and saw that they were all enraptured.
Now, did this beautiful young guy come here alone, or did he bring someone?
Immediately, one of the women yelled out.
We’re on a date!
Is that right? And are you too having a great time?
Through the bright lights, I could see her hesitating a bit to answer, but finally, she did.
Is he really asleep?
I just nodded my head.
Well, I’m here with some work friends, and I needed a date. We matched on Tinder, and it’s not going well.
Perfect. The room erupted into laughter and jeers, but the man beside me, who she next identified as Greg, stood stock still, unaware of anything.
So everyone, should we have some fun with Greg? Just to brighten up Susie’s night?
Everyone cheered, and I got to work. As I started slow and made Greg dance for the crowd, I quietly rejoiced that I was in a comedy club tonight since this club was 18+ only… which meant we could really have fun.
Greg, stop dancing.
He stopped and resumed his earlier position.
You know, he’s a much better dancer than I thought he’d be- I mean come on, you can see the sweat dripping off of him. This place is too cheap to turn up the AC, so let’s help him out how we can. Greg, take off your shirt for us.
The crowd waited with baited breath before Greg’s hands began to move of their own accord. With clumsy fingers, he pulled open the top button of his shirt, and then one after the other, he slowly exposed his chest. As more and more skin came into view, i saw that he had a great set of pecs covered in chest hair. They were at least a handful each, and it was taking all I could to resist jumping him now. He had a flat chest, and I could see the hair extending in a trail past his belt. I needed to see more, and I wasn’t done yet.
Well look at him, everyone- I didn’t know Magic Mike himself had graced my show tonight. There were more laughs in the audience, but a good many of the women, and men, were more focused on holding up their phones to record whatever happened next. Okay Mike, let’s see whatever moves you’ve got.
I sat down on my chair behind him, and when I snapped my fingers, he turned around to face me. Again, there were a few seconds of hesitation, but then he was right in front of me, giving me a lap dance like his rent money was due tomorrow. He was straddling my leg, and I felt his crotch press against mine. It was hard to tell through his jeans, but I was pretty sure he was packing. He then turned to face the audience and started grinding his perfect ass into my own crotch. I was a thousand miles from home, and I realized that I didn’t care if one of these people saw me get hard on stage. So, I just put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show.
By the time my half-hard dick was pushing against my tight pants, I stopped Greg and made him face the audience one more time. I came up behind him and rubbed my hand down his sweaty chest, relishing the moment.
Damn, I was hoping that Greg would cool off by now, but he seems to be even hotter. What do we need to do?
Everyone in the crowd starting yelling at once, but luckily, I knew exactly what they wanted. And I wanted it too.
Greg, go ahead and take off your pants.
There was no hesitation on his face as he reached down to unbutton his jeans, and not even the screams from the crowd could stop him from slowly pulling down his zipper. He shimmied out his jeans, and he stepped out of them, leaving them in a pool on the stage floor. The crowd was now howling, and the lights from camera flashes were illuminating the whole room. He turned back at me, and there was almost a twinkle in his eyes that made me wonder if the connection had broken. But he turned back around and stood almost naked in front of the crowd.
From the back, his beautiful ass was framed perfectly in a tight, gray pair of boxer briefs just for me, but I needed to see him from the front too. I started brainstorming ideas of how to keep getting him out of his clothes, but turns out, I wouldn’t even need to.
Hypnosis affects everyone differently. Some people shut down and sit there, giving me nothing but boredom. But some audience members have their inhibitions fall away, and they just embrace the spotlight. And Greg was definitely doing that. As I sat in my chair trying to figure out my next move, he made it for me.
He turned around to face me, and I saw his dick beginning to firm up in his shorts. He smiled at as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and began to push them down over the curve of his ass. Deep down, he was loving the attention which is probably the real reason he kept heckling. He really did want to get up here to do stuff like flash his ass to a crowd of strangers, and then, plunge his underwear to the ground and kick it backwards into the crowd.
I now had a private show just for me, and I was relishing in it. As he stood back up, his half-hard dick was in front of me, and I somehow resisted grabbing him right there on stage. He finally hesitated for a second, but nevertheless, he turned around to his loudest applause yet.
But all good things have to come to an end, and I realized now that I had to stop him. For legal, not moral, reasons- I’m only human after all.
As much as we think about our deepest desires, most people know that they’ll never come true. So, for Greg, once I snapped him out of his trance, I wondered if he would try to play it off or let the embarrassment sink in. And honestly, this was normally my favorite part of my act each show.
I quieted down the audience, and they reluctantly did. I walked up beside Greg, snapped my fingers, and waited. Nothing happened at first, and he just blinked lazily, wiping his eyes. He looked at me, and that defiant smirk came back. Until the one audience member finally broke and started laughing, I didn’t know how long it would have taken him to notice that he was naked.
He looked down and froze, unable to comprehend anything that was happening. Finally, he started looking for his clothes, but they had been thrown or kicked into the audience during his dance. Looking to me for help, I just shook my head and let him figure it out for himself.
Falling backwards, he started pawing at the curtain that covered the back wall before finally just squatting down to crawl under the heavy velvet curtain, exposing his asshole in the process and finally revealing everything to us.
Well folks, it has been a great show as always. So, head on out of here, and I’ll see you next time. As for Greg’s friends, go ahead and collect his clothes. Once I’m done with him, I’ll let you collect him too. Good night!
And with that, I headed over to the side of the curtain, snuck behind it, and got ready to begin Act 2.
