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“When I snap my fingers, you'll forget I even took off your clothes, you'll think you're wearing one right now! You'll only realize the truth once you arrive at your destination.” Said Christopher's student, Mark Miller. The dark haired, skinny student then snapped his fingers. Christopher looked down confused and felt himself, he was still wearing his suit, he could feel the fabric on himself, it was all still there.
“I think you need to actually strip me first for this to work, and I'm not letting you.” Chris chuckled softly while patting the suit he was wearing. He had agreed to help the student after school in his office to practice his hypnotism for an upcoming talent show this weekend, only two days away. Chris has never seen a hypnotism show because he assumed it was all staged, including the volunteers from the audience. By the looks of it so far, he wasn't going to start attending one, Mark was going to need a staged volunteer because Chris wasn’t going to be one, he could choose his fellow nerdy friends.
“Ah fuck, I thought I got it now.” Mark sighed, though his voice didn't sound too dismayed.
"Come on, I'm sure you have other great talents than hypnotism." Chris really needed to make it to his date on time, but he suppressed his eagerness, to help a student realize that hypnotism isn't real, much less his talent. As smart as Mark is with his perfect academic performance, he really should layoff books concerning superstitions.
“That's okay, I think you really helped me.” Mark smiled widely, which perplexed Chris even more.
“You don't want to try again?”
“No, I'll do great in that talent show. See you there.” Mark stood up with a poor attempt to suppress his smile, then head out of the office, leaving the door wide opened while carrying his backpack, which seemed much fuller than it was when he came in with it. Chris was confused, but shook his head and headed out of his office too. He held his car keys (as hypnotized), and then headed to the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror.
Upon looking at his own reflection, he smiled. He looked good in this brown suit and well styled hair, his beard was well trimmed. He was ready for that date.
Chris took a picture of himself on his phone before sending it to his date, Jonathan, with the message;
See you soon. 😉
Then he headed out of the bathroom and out into the hallway.
Mark told two of his friends, Patrick and Kayla in the yearbook committee that he has done it, he has managed to hypnotize someone, but not just someone, one of the hottest teacher in school, and he was heading their way. He beckoned the both to come out of the classroom, so they could see it for themselves.
“Right… You’re going to need proof that Mr. Russo wasn’t just playing along.” Patrick said, but he didn’t have to wait much longer for the proof, the hot English teacher was walking down the hall, all in the buff! His lean body was lightly decorated with hair that was mostly trimmed, he is a sight to behold. No way a teacher would do that voluntarily, “Holy shit!” Patrick’s jaws practically dropped.
“Oh my god, you actually did it.” Kayla whispered in shock as she took a glance at the teacher up and down, who saw the three and had to stop.
“Can I help you guys?” the teacher says as he stopped in his track. He looked towards them, probably since they weren’t being subtle with their stares.
“You look really good in your suit, Mr. Russo.” Mark said, emphasizing the word suit, so that his fellow yearbook club members could catch on what Mr. Russo believes he is still wearing, and he would like to keep up that illusion since he currently doesn’t know what the exact limit of his hypnotic powers are. He is new to it after all.
“Y-yeah, really good-looking suit.” Said Kayla, the only girl there, with a blush and a mostly convincing smile.
Mr. Russo just smiled at the compliment, “Thanks, I picked it out myself. I better get going though.” He then resumed walking.
“Wait!” Mark exclaimed, he caught himself before sounding too excited again, “What if, we get a few pictures? For our yearbook?”
Mr. Russo sighs, “I’m in a hurry, but sure.” The three of them took out their phone/cameras and snapped a few pictures of him in every angle they found flattering, it didn’t take long.
“Now for an outdoor photo or two, if you don’t mind. You’re on your way anyway.” Kayla suggested with a grin.
Mr. Russo shrugged and led them out. He was still wearing his shoes. Mark crossed his fingers, hoping the outdoor weather would not affect the hypnosis. Luckily, when Mr. Russo opened the door, the cool air blew in, and he didn’t seem to notice he was still naked. The teacher walked out, all in the buff. Mark grinned, he has this great power over his superior. Before this day, he never dreamed he would actually see his teacher shirtless let alone swinging his cock out in the breeze like now.
Mr. Russo posed for a few more photos and even took some suggestions in doing a more suggestive poses that emphasized his chest, he refused to be too sexual though, which was fine for the three high school students. He did this while cars were honking at them from the road in the distance off campus.
“Done?” the teacher asked.
“Yes.” They all nodded with poorly disguised grins on their faces before heading back to the school building. Mark glanced back at the naked teacher who resumed ignoring the cars honking from the road.
“Where did he put his clothes anyway?” Kayla asked Mark.
Mark smirked, eyeing his own bulging backpack.
“Bro, you’re so getting expelled.” Patrick said, shaking his head with a grin.
“I know you only told him you were practicing for the talent show, but maybe you should actually perform.” Kayla added.
“Maybe I’ll think about it.” Mark shrugged, but Mr. Russo was the very first person he successfully hypnotized, and it might have been a fluke. He couldn’t exactly take his chances doing something like this for an audience, could he?
Chris drove quickly within the speed limit towards his destination. It was a weird day, while he sometimes catches people eyeing him for his height, body, and his well kempt appearance, he didn’t think a simple suit would get him more attention than usual. He probably should wear it more if it gets all his students to pay attention.
Finally, he got to his destination, a fancy restaurant with a dress code. He was meeting with John, the hot fitness trainer he had been seeing for four months now.
He parked his car, and got out, again holding onto his keys instead of putting it in his pocket like he usually does. He doesn’t know why he is compelled to hold his keys and wallet, he decided to leave his phone in his car.
As he walked out of the parking lot and towards the restaurant building, Chris caught sight of other people looking at him, many were dressed nicer than him in his opinion, they had no reason to eye him like he was a model or something, that’s what his boyfriend is for. He shrugged off the stares, if they wanted to, they could also take a picture as it would last longer. Some of them seem to be doing that already with their phones pointing at him. He really did pick the right outfit, he can’t wait to meet Jonathan’s parents now if his outfit is giving him some sort of prestige.
“You’ll only realize the truth once you arrive at your destination.”
Mark’s words echoed in Chris’ mind when he opened the restaurant door, it’s as if the warm indoor air rubbed off the hypnotic effects, and he suddenly noticed something mortifying as he dropped his wallet and keys onto the tiled floor. To him, his clothes appeared to just vanish, but his shoes remained on.
Looking down, he sees his cock swinging. The restaurant host at the entrance called him out, “Hey! This isn’t that kind of establishment!” Chris isn’t the confrontational type, he covered his cock with his hands when he saw what looked like hundreds of customers from the entrance. Before anyone did anything, he got out of the restaurant and ran out towards his car as people stared. He noticed the people he thought were admiring his style were still filming him and were now laughing at his embarrassing realization. The number of onlookers increased too, or maybe he just became more aware of them.
He finally made it to his car, only to realize that he left his keys and wallet back at the restaurant entrance, the car doors were locked. “Fuck!” he shouted. His hands covered his ass as he pressed himself against his car for some sort of modesty, but it seems to only make himself look more ridiculous. Chris remained in place as he heard cars driving, and some honking probably towards him, one eventually parked next to him. He bites his bottom lip, bracing more filming and humiliation.
“Chris?” he heard the last voice he wanted to hear at the moment when the car window rolled down, Jonathan Miller. His date. Chris remained standing, hands still on his ass and crotch pressed against his car. He couldn’t reply as his mind relayed his meeting with his student Mark from just an hour ago.
“You didn’t tell us your boy was a nudist.” He heard an older woman say, presumably John’s mother, which caused Chris to blush even more.
“I never even seen him shirtless until he sent me a picture an hour ago.” John said before opening his door, Chris said nothing still, his hands remained pressed on his own ass cheeks while his crotch pressed on his car. He tries to convince himself that it was all a dream, hypnosis isn’t real. But the cool autumn air, him standing, and his crotch warming up the car metal exterior were all too vivid to be anything his brain could conjure up, which apparently could easily be manipulated by an 18-year-old senior.
Chris flinched when he felt a hand touching his bare shoulder. It was John. Chris looked towards him. If it wasn’t for his current situation, he would just stand and admire the musculature of his fitness trainer body perfectly wrapped in his tailored suit and tie.
Chris breathed hard before muttering his words, “I-I can explain.” He said with his head down.
“You don’t have to explain, I know. I just thought my brother would have given you clothes afterwards.” He spoke softly to him.
“Wait… what do you mean?” Chris blinked and turned his head slowly to face his smooth faced boyfriend, John had a smile that could absolve him of everything.
“My brother.” he pulled out his phone and tapped on the unread text messages. “He’s been really interested in hypnosis lately. I rolled my eyes when he said he managed to hypnotize a teacher earlier.” He showed him what his brother had sent him on his phone only recently; multiple pictures of Chris from earlier when he posed for the yearbook, all nude, fully exposed to Mark and his friends, he’s been fully exposed this whole time.
“Mark is your brother?” how could he be so stupid? Mark and John have the same last name. It just happened to be a common one, you’d think you’d know someone’s family after dating for four months. Chris remained gazing into space, feeling stuck as he’s locked out of his own car, and he didn’t feel like going back to the restaurant to retrieve his items. He faintly hears whistles and catcalls from onlookers “Can I just go inside your car? I left my stuff at the restaurant.” He covered his crotch.
“Sure, get in the front.” John opened the door to the front seat and Chris entered, forgetting that John’s parents were in the car with them. Chris told John that his wallet and keys are still in the restaurant. John nodded and got out to retrieve them, leaving Chris to face future in-laws. He had his head laying low, he didn’t feel like speaking to anyone who wasn’t his boyfriend.
John came back after a minute or two. “The host or manager said my face doesn’t match the picture on your ID. You have to come.”
“What?!” He covered himself again, “You can’t be serious.”
John sighs and takes off his jacket, offering it to him, “Wrap it around your waist, it’s better than nothing.” Chris grabbed it and wrapped it around himself.
“This is stupid.” He sighs as John began driving to get closer to the restaurant, so Chris didn’t have to walk far.
“So why not just eat at the restaurant like that?” Chris heard Mr. Miller behind him saying, he turned towards him.
“You can’t be serious.”
“You’re the one who came here like that. If you got the body and confidence, flaunt it.”
“I don’t have the confidence, and they won’t let me stay.”
“Not unless I talk to them.” Mr. Miller reached into his pocket and pulled out a pendant, “After all, who do you think taught my younger son everything he knows about hypnosis?” John and Chris looked at each other, questions buzzing in their heads.
“You taught him hypnosis?” Chris asked.
“How do you know he was hypnotized?” John asked.
“I thought you gave that up years ago.” The only woman, Mrs. Miller said incredulously.
As the questions and comments flew left and right, Mr. Miller raised his right hand, then snapped his fingers, promptly shutting them up. Whether they were hypnotized, or the mere threat shut them up, Chris didn’t know, but he was getting apprehensive. “We reserved a seat for four people,” Mr. Miller said, “we’re going.” He snapped his fingers again, and they all unclasped their seatbelt. Chris was going to get his stuff anyway, but he had hoped that was the end of it, but no. They got out of the car, Chris had tied the jacket around his waist in a way that had the sleeves cover his crotch, and the back covering his ass. With his ass getting the most coverage, Chris just had his hands over his sleeves-covered crotch.
John was ahead of the crew and opened the door for Chris who was trying to stall. He sighs and entered the premise. The warm air reminded him of moments ago when he fully realized he was hypnotized. As he entered, the host smirked, “You’re back.”
Chris froze as many eyes faced him once again. He could hear Mr. Miller speak with the host or manager, he wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t make out what was being said as he felt his vision blurred. He couldn’t bring himself to focus on what he was supposed to do. He was mortified.
“Here.” John blurted out, shaking him out of a daze, he handed him his keys and wallet he got from the manager. “If you wanna get out of here, I understand.” John patted his back gently. “My dad just hypnotized the host and manager though. If it works, they think you’re wearing something. I’d appreciate it if you stay though.” He dreaded that, he wanted to leave right then and there. But the look in John’s eyes were irresistible, they had their own hypnotic quality that he hopes was only metaphorical, he can’t leave him, he would have to eat at this diner with just this jacket around his waist. This was going to be a long night.