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It started innocently enough. Scott couldn't sleep so he asked Stiles for things he could do.
"Have you tried pills?" Stiles asked.
"They don't work."
"What about reading at night?"
"Dude, you know I hate reading. Why would I do that?"
"How about drinking tea?"
Scott didn't even dignify that one with a response.
"Well, I'm all out of ideas."
"Dude, you have to help me. What have you tried in the past?"
"I just listed them," a very appropriate dumbass was left unsaid. "Why don't you ask Deaton?"
"He told me to talk to you."
Deaton not being helpful, shocking. "What about asking Derek, he's been a wolf his whole life, he should know something that works."
"Yeah, and then I'd have to talk to Derek."
Our fearless Alpha.
Stiles thought about it, running through everything he could think of, until...
He pulled out an old pocket watch that had belonged to his grandfather.
"Are you really going to try hypnosis? Stiles, I'm a wolf. It's not going to work."
"Well it's either this or you have to man-up and talk to Derek."
"Ok," Scott sighed, "we can try and if it doesn't work, you can ask him for me."
Stiles rolled his eyes but agreed. He picked up the watch and started swinging it, it was moving left to right slowly.
"Now I want you to relax and empty your mind." Shouldn't be too difficult for you, dumbass. "And I'm going to have you take some deep breaths in and out, in and out, in... and out. Still looking at the watch swing back and forth, only following with your eyes. Keep up the deep breaths." Stiles was trying to remember all those hypno pornos he'd ever seen. There had to be some truth in them right? "Feel your body starting to relax. First your feet and then work your way up, letting all your stress sink out to the ground. Doesn't that feel better?"
Scott nodded.
Stiles froze. Did that actually work? Not wasting any time, he continued. "Ok, I want you to go deeper so we can get you to sleep at night. I want you to see some stairs going down right in front of you. Do you see them?" Scott nodded again. "Go down the stairs Scott, the further down you go, the more relaxed you get. The more relaxed, the deeper you go. Tell me when you get to the bottom."
Stiles pulled out his phone and started looking up if hypnosis was real or not, and when he couldn't find definitive proof, he looked up what to do then.
"There," Scott slurred.
"Ok," it was kind of exciting, "now that you are at the bottom, I want you to answer some questions. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes" drool was starting to form in the corners of his mouth.
"Great, so now we have to figure out why you can't sleep."
"Guilt," Scott answered immediately.
Stiles looked at his friend. Guilt? What would cause him to be guilty? Scott was the most selfish person in town, and they had gone to school with Jackson Whittemore.
"Why are you guilty, Scotty?"
"I've been sleeping with Stiles's crush."
What??
"What??"
"Ever since Stiles went to college, I've been fucking Lydia."
Stiles saw red. His "best friend" was sleeping with Lydia? He knew it was fruitless since he had left and discovered his love for women and men, but still. WHAT THE FUCK!
"So are you guilty that you love her?"
"No."
"So why are you sleeping with Lydia if you don't love her?"
"Because I wanted to get my dick wet."
"And you're guilty because you're messing around with someone your best friend really likes?"
"No, I'm guilty because Stiles will never know what fucking Lydia is like."
This fucking asshole.
It was at that moment, that Stiles didn't care if Scott ever slept again in his life. If only there was a way to get revenge on that asshole.
He paused and looked at his hypnotized
friend
victim. He needed to be put in his place and Stiles was going to do it.
"Ok, Scott, I need you to go down deeper. I want you to see some elevator doors. Can you see them?"
"Yes."
"Good. Press the button for it." As a subconscious reaction, Scott reached out and pressed an imaginary button. Stiles rolled his eyes at the stupidity of that. "Did the doors open?"
"Yes."
"Go inside. What floor are you on?"
"Twe--"
"It's ten isn't it?" He was not going to wait for all those floors, ten was easier.
"Yes."
"Hit the button for the first floor. And when you go down tell me what floor you're on."
"Ten."
"The further down you go, the more you want to listen to me."
"Nine."
"You can only hear my voice."
"Eight."
"Whatever I say is true."
"Seven."
"My word is your truth."
"Six."
"My word is law."
"Five."
"You will believe everything I say."
"Four."
"Because I am your master."
"Three."
"And you always listen to master."
"Two."
"Follow everything I say."
"One."
"You fucking dumbass." Stiles knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't care. He was pissed and Scott needed to pay. "Get off the elevator. When I wake you up, you're going to thank me and go home and sleep. It's going to be the best sleep you've ever had in your life. You're even going to dream. You're going to dream about cocks."
That was only the beginning of what Stiles had planned.
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Scott woke up refreshed. He had the best sleep he had had in years. But the weird thing was that his usual morning wood was absent. Maybe it was because he slept so good? Maybe that was the reason. Getting up, he knew he had a thousand things to do, but all he wanted to do was go to the gym. He really hadn't been to one since he became a wolf, but something was telling him to go to the gym.
Get dressed, Scott went against the grain again and chose to wear his old jockstrap from highschool. Putting on some loose shorts and a muscle shirt, Scott grabbed his phone. There were four messages. One was from his mom saying she had a late shift, like he cared, the next from Isaac inviting him to hang out, like he wanted to be stared at by the beta all night, next was one from Lydia saying she wanted to hook up again, like that was going to happen, and the last message was from Stiles. He couldn't remember what it said but he did read it. He took his motorcycle to the gym. Walking in, he saw Stiles there talking to the receptionist. He seemed to be having an intense conversation but it finished before he got to them.
"Hey, Scotty," Stiles greeted, grabbing some key cards.
"Hey there. What are those cards for?"
"They're not important," he said dismissively, and so Scott didn't even think about the cards again. "You ready to work out?"
"Yeah, I actually can't remember the last time I've been to a gym."
"Well maybe you should, you're getting a little chubby. Being a wolf can't hide the fact you've been drinking a lot of your special beer lately."
"Yeah, well..." He looked at Stiles and really couldn't find anything wrong with his body. "Shut up and let's workout."
Stiles laughed as they walked to the exercise equipment. There wasn't anyone else there, they had the whole place to themselves. While they worked out people started showing up but most didn't go to the gym floor they went to the locker room and then quickly left. He asked Stiles if he noticed that, but again told it wasn't important so he forgot about it.
Eventually, Scott's stomach grumbled.
"You hungry, Scotty?"
"Yeah, I can't remember eating breakfast this morning."
"That's not good, Scotty. You should always have a high protein meal so you can work out."
"I forgot."
Stiles smirked. " Dumbass ."
Instantly, Scott fell into his deep hypnotized trance.
"Now we're going to go into the locker room and change. There are men fucking in there but don't worry about them. Only go to the locker your key card is for and change into whatever is there. Just keep your jockstrap on. You won't even care what you're wearing. Then you are going to do whatever a man tells you to do. Are you ready to start your new life?" He snapped his fingers.
Scott shook his head. "Sorry, did you say something?"
"Nope, I didn't." He pulled out the cards and gave one to Scott. "Let's go change and get something to eat."
They walked to the locker room, Stiles could hear the sounds of pounding flesh and moans but Scott was completely oblivious to any of the noise. Scott was more interested looking for his locker. His card said it was locker 100. He found it, but didn't see Stiles anywhere nearby. Shrugging, he opened the locker and pulled out the clothes in there. He took off his except for the jockstrap. Picking up the only thing in the locker, a cropped shirt with something written on it, Scott put it on. Walking back in just a shirt, socks and shoes, and an old jockstrap he finally saw Stiles. He was wearing his normal clothes.
"Come on, Scotty. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Is that any way to speak to a real man?"
Something clicked into place in Scott's head. "Sorry, sir."
Stiles smiled. "That's better." He then addressed the whole room, most looking at Scott with lustful eyes. "This is Scotty and he's hungry. What are you hungry for, Scotty?"
Without thinking, he knew the answer. "Cum."
Some of the men laughed while others rubbed their crotches.
"Who wants to feed him first?"
The group of men descended on Scott forcing him on his knees and filling his mouth with cock after cock. And when people were too impatient to wait for his mouth, they started fucking his ass. Stiles watched the men fuck the wolf until they were satisfied, leaving him covered in sweat and cum, his ass and mouth leaking cum too. Stiles walked over to the fucked out slave. He started tugging on his flaccid dick that finally started to grow.
" Alpha ," he sneered.
Instantly, Scott woke up from his trance. He remembered everything his friend had made him do, the taste of cum still on his tongue.
"Why?" He panted.
"Because you fucked Lydia and didn't have the guts to tell me."
Scott hiccuped. "I'm sorry."
"You aren't." He stroked faster. "Cum."
Scott obeyed the command. But there was one last trigger that Stiles had placed. The moment Scott came, his dick would never get hard again, his intelligence would plummet, and he would only be able to do two things; work out and suck cock. It didn't take any intelligence to get fucked so Stiles didn't bother.
Scotty looked up at the only man in the room.
"Want me to suck you?" His voice was slow like it took him a bit to say that simple sentence.
"I'm ok," he replied. " But there should be some more men in here so you'll have more cock to suck."
Stiles left a stupid and smiling Scotty to his new life.