Bored

It all started because John was bored. He was in his mid-thirties, unmarried, no girlfriend, and bored. He masturbated a lot, but that was no longer as satisfying as it had used to be.

He had tried to find something new to excite him. The masturbation sleeve had been a complete waste of money, and he had quickly lost interest in the butt plugs. The urethral sounds had been a great thrill, at first, but one day of playing followed by several days of burning irritation had turned him off of that fetish.

One day, John stumbled upon a hypnosis website and was immediately fascinated. He had always been interested in the human mind--how it worked, how it learned--so the thought of playing with his mind seemed just the thing he had been looking for.

He had heard of using hypnosis for things such as quitting smoking and losing weight, but this site provided for a much kinkier use of hypnosis. There were hypnosis audio files for everything from bedwetting to sexual slavery.

John browsed the surprisingly huge list of files: Train Bisexual, Shower Wetting, Slavery Subliminal, Curse Penis Shrink, Curse Chastity, Furry Transformation. He quickly hit upon one that seemed like a good place to start: Baby Time. The file claimed to transform the listener into a helpless baby for twenty minutes. That seemed safe enough, for a start.

After registering with the site, John downloaded the Baby Time file and transferred it to his music player. He laid down on his couch, put his headphones on, got comfortable, then pressed play. He felt a slight tingle of excitement.

The file began with someone telling him to relax. It was pretty much what he had expected, except that he was so anxious for the file to work that he quickly grew impatient with the voice, which interfered with his relaxing.

The heart of the file began, and John listened intently as he was told what he was supposed to do. It was exciting listening to the instructions, but when the file ended, he felt no urge or even desire to do what he had been told. Another strike out.

John tried another file from a different author. This file was supposed to make the listener experience a pregnancy. It sounded cool, but it was another no-go for John.

Desperate for some kind of new and thrilling experience, John browsed the site's forums. He realized that he needed to exercise some patience. He found an induction file that claimed to help people who had difficulty entering trance and decided to listen to it every day for a week before writing off hypnosis as yet another waste of time.

Every night, after dinner, John would darken his living room, make himself comfortable on the couch, and listen to the induction file. Towards the end of the week, he was beginning to feel like he was, perhaps, entering some form of trance, but he wasn't exactly sure. It was, however, encouraging enough that he decided to continue listening for another week.

The trance-like feeling was sporadic. One night, he'd feel like he was almost there. The next night, he would feel nothing. By the end of the second week, he sat up during the middle of the file and pulled his headphones off in disgust.

Not quite willing to give up, John searched the list of files for anything that looked like it might provide some kind of excitement. After a few minutes, he came across a file called "This is what you have been looking for." That was actually the title of the file. It had been uploaded by someone calling himself "Overlord".

John hated advertising that preyed upon the audience's curiosity. He would often mute the TV and look away or hold his hand over part of a web page to intentionally block out what the advertiser was trying to interest him in. This example was particularly egregious because the file cost $10.

There were many free files on the hypnosis website, but there were also pay files--of course. It was understandable: servers and bandwidth cost money. If there had been any files that actually worked for him, John would have been more than happy to contribute; however, everything, so far, had been a bust.

Regardless, the title gnawed at him. The author was good: Even though John knew he was being manipulated, his curiosity just wouldn't let him walk away. Oh, well, the anal plugs had been $30, the masturbation sleeve $65, and the sounds had cost him almost $100. What was another ten bucks?

John laid back on the couch, fully expecting to be disappointed. He pressed play, then waited for the part that would scream, "Sucker!" at him.

The file began with soothing music and the barely-audible sound of ocean waves lapping the beach. Even fainter than the waves was a voice telling him to "listen, and obey." John strained to make out the other words the voice was saying. The parts he could catch were typical, trance-inducing phrases, but most of the words were lost to him. After a few minutes, he just relaxed and let the sounds flow through his ears.

John awoke with a start. Oh, great! he thought. Ten bucks down the drain! The file had been so exciting that he had fallen asleep while listening to it. He kicked himself for being so foolish as to continue to waste money in search of something he would never find. Why couldn't he just muster up enough courage to go out, somewhere, and look for a girlfriend?

John was so mad at himself that he didn't even bother looking for pictures online to masturbate to. He just went to bed early, feeling like a loser.

The next evening, John pondered what to do. His usual amusements were particularly disinteresting to him. Damn it! He had spent $10 on that file. The least he was going to do was listen to the whole thing.

This time, John didn't try to understand the words. He just wanted to get through the file so that he could move on to his next failure. He was certain that there were many more waiting for him to bungle into, so he couldn't afford to waste much more time on this one.

Unfortunately, his foul mood had sunk him into such a pit of self-loathing that the hypnosis file was nothing more than background noise. It took John some seconds before the silence told him that, once again, he had missed the contents of the file.

Night after night, he cursed himself for falling prey to his desire to listen through the complete file at least one time. He knew it was pointless, but he kept doing it, anyway, and--each and every time--he would somehow find himself distracted, reaching the end of the file without remembering anything more than a few snips of what he had heard.

Strangely, he found himself browsing the files on the hypnosis website. He wasn't sure what he was looking for--maybe just a way to break his frustration with this file that nagged him so irritatingly.

His eyes fell upon "The Initiation"--another file by "Overlord". This one was $20. John laughed! Overlord had some set of balls: After wasting $10 on a file that amounted to forty minutes of noise, what fool would even bother downloading one of his free files, much less pay $20 for one?

John hooked up his music player to his computer while he watched the progress bar advance on the screen. As he lay on the couch, the familiar sound of music and waves filled his ears. Oh, well, it was relaxing. That was worth $20.

Even John's battered ego wouldn't allow him to admit that he had to be one of the biggest suckers on the Internet. After all, there were people who gave away their life's savings, right? He told himself that the new file was relaxing, even if he never could make enough sense out of the quiet voice to recall what it said.

He was reluctant to admit even to himself that he was starting to enjoy listening to the file each night. Instead, he told himself that he was just experimenting. He had read, in the forums, that hypnosis files can take time to work. He had already invested $30 and a lot of time, so why give up, just yet?

On the way home from work, on Friday, John stopped by the drug store to pick up some DVDs. He hadn't backed up his computer, in a while, because he had been out of media.

While at the store, he walked past the shaving supplies. Every once in a while, he liked to shave off his pubic hair. It gave him an "extra naked" feeling to have his skin bare. Discouraged by how his foray into hypnosis was going, he decided it was time for a little buzz.

As John was inspecting his scrotum for any remaining hairs, a strange thought came to him. He looked at the fine hair on his belly and thought how it looked out-of-place above his smooth pubes. He slathered on some shaving cream and, in less than a minute, the two regions matched.

Now, his chest hair looked out of place. When he was finished, John had removed all of the hair from his neck down to his toes. He had even shaved between his buttocks. His whole body tingled as the cool air in the room tickled his bare skin.

John grabbed the bottle from the counter and stepped into the shower. Funny, he didn't remember buying the hair removal gel, but he was glad he did. He'd never used it, before, but he was hoping for a new level of nudeness.

He completely covered his body from the neck, down, then waited for the gel to work. After several minutes, he showered off the gel--watching the last, few wisps of hair go down the drain, with it.

John stood in front of the mirror admiring his baby-smooth skin. He liked it. He might do it, again, but, just in case, he decided to take some pictures of himself.

He set up his tripod and digital camera, taking pictures from every possible angle. He was pleased with the results. The lack of hair made him look more naked than he had ever looked before, and he loved the feeling. Just sitting in front of the computer gave him a small thrill, with no hair between his skin and the leather chair.

John wished he had someone to share his newfound nakedness with, then he remembered that the hypnosis website had a section for photos. He vaguely remembered seeing a "Show Me Your Body" file that encouraged listeners to post naked pictures of themselves. He hadn't listened to that file, but who would know?

It was only after the last of the better pictures had been uploaded that John realized that several of the pictures clearly showed his face. He had posted naked pictures of himself, before, on other websites, and he had even masturbated on web cam, but he had always taken care to hide his face. Oh, well. It was too late, now. There didn't seem to be any way to delete files, once they were posted.

Since he was already logged in to the hypnosis website, John took a quick look at the file list, again. For some reason, he was curious to see what other files Overlord had recorded.

He went to the search function and brought up a list of about a dozen files from Overlord. The one that attracted his attention was titled "Phase 2". Fifty dollars wasn't that much money.

Two weeks later, John had worked up enough interest in chastity to blow $150 on a device--and pay extra for overnight shipping. Since the hypnosis thing hadn't worked out, John decided that maybe it was time to curb his libido, a bit. If he could stop himself from masturbating so much, maybe he could work up enough motivation to seek out that girlfriend.

John was excited when he got home from work, the next day, and the package was waiting for him. He wanted to open it, immediately, but he knew he had to wait until 8 o'clock.

He had been chatting with someone, online, about chastity (he couldn't remember how they had met), and John had told him that he was planning to buy a chastity device. The guy said he was interested, too, but he wanted to see how they worked before spending so much money. John had agree to let him watch as he put it on for the first time.

A few minutes before eight, John fired up his chat program and found that his friend was already online.

longjohn: Hey! I got it!

randy469: Cool! Let's see it!

John opened up the box and laid out the contents in view of the camera. There was the cage, several rings, a lock, two keys, and an instruction sheet with diagrams showing how to wear the device.

randy469: Doesn't look like much.

longjohn: It cost $150--plus shipping! I hope it's worth it.

randy469: I read somewhere that it will go on easier if you use lotion.

longjohn: BRB

John went to his bathroom and got the bottle of hand lotion. He wasn't sure when or why he had bought it, but it looked like it was about to come in handy.

He stood in front of the camera and applied a liberal amount of lotion to his penis and scrotum.

randy469: Man, I wish that was my hand rubbing on the lotion! lol

John picked up one of the rings.

randy469: Try each ring--see which one fits the snuggest without hurting.

John tried all of the rings and found that the smallest one was still quite comfortable. It took a little stuffing and rearranging, but he eventually got the cage over his cock.

randy469: Do it, man! Put the lock on!

John laughed. What difference did a lock make? He had the keys. Anyway, it was kind of fun to think of himself trapped in such a way that he would be unable to masturbate. He slipped the shaft of the lock through the pin on the cage and snapped it shut.

randy469: Welcome to the realm.

John felt a strange detachment. Without thinking much about it, he reached into his desk, took out an envelope, and began copying the address that appeared in the chat window. He taped the keys to the lock onto a 3x5 card, put it in the envelope, then sealed it.

randy469: When you awake, you'll want to go mail that, right away.

randy469: You may leave the realm, now.

longjohn: Looks good, huh?

randy469: I might have to get one of my own.

longjohn: Hey, I just remembered that I have an errand to run. I'll catch you later.

randy469: Okay, but keep me posted on how things work out.

longjohn: Will do.

John logged off the computer, put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then drove to the post office. When he got there, he was surprised to realize that he had forgotten to put on his shoes. He never went barefoot away from home, except at the beach. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he enjoyed the sensations of warm concrete and cool tile against his feet. After he dropped the envelope into the outgoing mailbox, he thought he'd have to consider going barefoot more often.

When he got home, John decided it was time to try another Overlord file. "You're Mine, Now!" seemed an enticing-enough file to be worth $100. While he was waiting for it to download, he reached between his legs to casually stroke himself. He was instantly reminded of the chastity device. Well, that pesky thing was definitely going to interfere with his habits. No matter, if it got to be too much of a pain, he could always unlock himself.

The first few days his penis was caged were only slightly irritating. By the fourth day, John was starting to get downright frustrated. The problem was that he had forgotten where he had hidden the key. He had put it somewhere out of reach. He figured that if it took him a while to get to it, that might give him time to get under control his urge to unlock himself. It was a minor attempt at enforcing his chastity decision, but it had worked a little too well.

Since he had first discovered the pleasures of stroking his cock when he was just eleven years old, John had never gone more than three days without stroking himself to orgasm. In fact, he rarely skipped a day, at all, so seven days straight was the mother-of-all records for him. He just had to remember where he had put that damned key!

After spending a frustrating two hours turning the house upside down, John took a break and used the time to catch up on his email. He was surprised to see a message from randy469. The content of the message was a single URL. Without thinking about it, he clicked on it.

"Service Slaves, with Benefits!" had two entrances: "customers" and "staff". "Staff" seemed the appropriate place to go, though John didn't really know how he knew that.

He filled out the registration form with his name, address, phone number, and credit card information, then accepted the agreement to be billed $200 a month. He uploaded the pictures he had taken of himself after he had shaved his whole body. They were the most recent pictures he had of himself naked.

Each evening, after he got home from work, John would log into his account to get his assignment. It was always an address within an hour's drive of his home. He would shower, dress himself in a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a t-shirt, then drive to the address.

There was always someone home, and they always asked him if he wouldn't be more comfortable if he lost the shorts and shirt. John really liked this part: It was strangely appealing to be naked in front of a stranger.

The first time he had gone on an assignment, he was a bit taken aback when the person at whose house he had arrived had asked for a blow job, but even more strangely, he had found that curiosity got the better of him, and he only hesitated a moment before obliging.

Sometimes, the person would ask to fuck John in the ass. This was also something that John came to enjoy. Of course, he couldn't reciprocate because his chastity device kept him from enjoying that kind of pleasure, himself.

After providing sex, John invariably would look around the house or apartment and decide that it was unbearably messy. He would feel compelled to pick up the scattered clothes, start the laundry, wash the dishes, mop and vacuum the floors, and even clean the bathrooms.

Afterwards, he was often asked to provide another blow job or fuck, which he was always happy to do. Then, he would get dressed, drive home, eat dinner, listen to another hypnosis file, then go to bed.

He did this six days a week, which only left one day to take care of his own affairs. Once a month, he would make the two-hour drive to go see randy469--whose real name really was Randy.

Randy had agreed to be John's key holder. John had signed a contract with Randy that permitted one orgasm per month. John would drive to his house. Randy would then chain him to a wall with a collar around his neck, then unlock the chastity device. John would get five minutes to masturbate to orgasm, then he would have to lock himself back up before Randy would let him out of the collar.

Afterwards, John would clean up the little mess he made, then take care of cleaning Randy's house--top to bottom. He spent the night in Randy's bed before driving back home the next morning.

It was hard work that left barely enough time for John's own, personal responsibilities and no time for his own sexual needs outside of his once-a-month visits with Randy, but at least he wasn't bored.