I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 2

At first, we thought it was fake.

Some AI deepfake bullshit, a generated fantasy using our faces. I even said it out loud.

“No way that’s real. That’s gotta be edited. Right? It has to be.”

But then Jules glanced down at himself. His eyes widened. His fingers brushed the front of his boxers and came back damp.

I looked down too. My boxers were stained. Right over the crotch. Sticky. Cold.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed. “It’s real.”

Jules blinked. “Holy shit. Holy shit. It worked.”

I sat up fast, my heart racing. “No. No, no, no. I’m not— I’m not fucking gay. What the fuck did that thing do to us?!”

“Chill,” he said, raising both hands like I was about to explode. “It was the audio, man. We were under. It wasn’t you.”

“You think that makes it better? I jerked you off, Jules.”

He looked away, cheeks red. “Yeah. And you came. So maybe just… breathe, alright?”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. I just got up, grabbed a hoodie off the floor, and left the room.

The next morning, I woke up sweating.

Not from the heat.

From the dream.

Except… it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like a memory—one my brain had buried just deep enough to protect me. Until now.

It came back in flashes, foggy at first, then clearer.
The room was dim, the air heavy. Jules beside me, both of us breathing slow as that voice whispered in our ears.

“Relax. Let your bodies sync. There is no fear here. Only action.”

Beep.

Jules and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. It felt dumb, like a bad porn parody or a guided meditation gone wrong.

“In this session, your trigger word is ‘action.’ When you hear it, you will feel the desire between you. Amplified. Focused. You will crave connection. You will need each other.”

We laughed again. Jules nudged me. “Dude, if I get a boner, I’m blaming you.”

I smirked. “As if.”

“Strip down to your underwear. Let your skin breathe. There is nothing to hide.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, no way.”

“Action.”

A beat of silence.

Then, suddenly, I felt hot. Like the air had turned heavier, thicker. I looked at Jules — he was already pulling off his shirt, not even thinking about it.

It was hot in the room. Really hot. I tugged off my shirt too, then slid down my shorts, stopping at my boxers.

We looked at each other, half-smiling, half-nervous.

“This is so weird,” Jules said.

“No shit,” I mumbled, my heart beating faster.

“Now… get hard. Let the blood flow. Let your body awaken.”

“Action.”

A spark lit up between my legs.

I felt my cock twitch in my boxers, rising slowly, growing stiff against the fabric. I saw Jules shifting too, adjusting his waistband as a bulge started to form.

I didn’t say anything, but I could feel it — that quiet, mutual fuck, this feels good tension building between us.

“Touch yourself. Over your boxers. Explore the heat. The pressure. The need.”

“Action.”

I didn’t hesitate this time.

My hand slid down over my boxers, fingers pressing into the outline of my cock. It felt so good, even through the fabric. Jules was doing the same, both of us lying side by side, slowly grinding into our own hands. Breathing faster.

I looked over at him. He looked at me.

“Look at each other. Let yourselves be seen.”

“Action.”

Our eyes met.

Neither of us smiled this time.

We were locked in something else now — deeper. Charged. His eyes flicked down to my tented boxers. Mine did the same.

“Now… take your cocks out.”

I blinked. “Wait—what?”

“Action.”

Jules looked at me, cocking an eyebrow.

“Come on,” he said softly. “We’re already way too in this.”

I swallowed hard.

And pulled my cock out.

So did he.

“Now stroke. Don’t look away. Feel everything.”

“Action.”

It felt insane. Like every nerve in my body had been turned up to ten. My cock was leaking, throbbing, and I couldn’t stop. Jules looked beautiful. Flushed. Eyes glazed. His hand was slick over his shaft. I wanted to touch him.

“Now I’m sure the audio’s gonna say we’re about to have the best orgasm of our lives,” Jules whispered.

But instead, the voice said:

“Touch each other. Help each other. Let the pleasure double.”

“Action.”

We paused. Just for a second.

Then our hands crossed over.

I felt him wrap his fingers around me.

I did the same to him.

We moaned. Loud. Uncontrolled.

“Record this session. You’ll want to remember it later.”

“Action.”

Jules grabbed his laptop, fumbled with the camera.

And we stroked each other, moaning into the heat of the room, into each other’s necks, until we both came — hard, loud, messy.

I woke up gasping.

Boxers wet again.

Fuck.

I pulled them off, wiped myself with the inside of my shirt, and threw it into the laundry bin.

When I walked into the kitchen, Jules was at the counter, drinking iced coffee like it was any other morning.

He glanced up at me. “You see the new The Wanted People movie yet?”

I blinked. “The what?”

“It’s an action movie.”

The second he said it, I felt it.

That same heat. That same pull. A low tingle under my skin, in my spine, down my stomach — between my legs.

I looked at Jules.

He was frozen. Barely breathing. Staring back at me with the same wide-eyed, fuck-we-just-felt-that look.

Holy shit.

It was still working.

“I…” I cleared my throat. “Delete it.”

“What?”

“The file. The video. Everything. Delete it. Now.”

Jules nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

He turned away, and I stood there, hands in fists, heart racing.

I wasn’t sure what scared me more — that I’d done all of that without meaning to…

Or that a part of me, deep down, wanted to do it again.

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