By the age of 18 my powers had fully formed. I hadn't tested the limits of them all but their guiding principles had been figured out to me. Alteration of the human mind was something that came as natural as blinking to me but only became unlocked as a young teen.
I made questionable decisions during that time and agree that they were not 'good guy' moves. However as a young adult, my moral compass wasn't fully formed. I do regret those now, but I wanted to share my turning point.
My first somewhat-morally-right action was taken with Ben.
Since my freshman year, he was a stud. A Junior at the time, he was older, filled out, and completely happy with himself. I admired him and detested him for being so free. At the time I was closeted and resented anyone who was happy being their true self. Again, I wasn't a great youth.
Years later, we became friends. When I was a senior, our paths crossed again with mutual friends and we hit it off. We joked about high school. How I thought he was a douche and he thought I was prude. Ultimately, a friendship formed and he slowly became my closest friend. We told everything to each other. I was still young enough to confuse friendship love with romantic love though, and fell for him.
He was built. Smart. Talented. Driven. All the qualities that a gay man should pursue. However, he was straight, and that's more or less a deal breaker for most people. Not for me though.
For the record, I should premise this with I did NOT rape him or anything similar. Okay, now that that's out of the way...
Ben and I shared a lot of intimate things. We talked about our interests sexually, and even detailed our exploits. I was admittedly a bit with-holding as he didn't know I had powers.Aw we'd talk about our interests he'd often joke about how he seemed my perfect type. He'd even joke about how if he were gay we'd be perfect together. That hurt a lot to be honest.
I decided that I would try and get to the bottom of this and see just how "gay" Ben was. Again, no rape! I really, really want to make that clear. While I've had my slip ups in the past (and future), I never took advantage of my friend.
The setup was pretty easy. I told him that I'd been practicing hypnosis and that it was pretty easy. We laughed, drank a little (yes underage, sue me), and he thought it was a load of crap. I challenged him to let me try and hypnotize him using what I learned online.
"And what would you have me do? Buck like a chicken?" Ben asked sarcastically.
"That would be too easy. I'd have you suck my cock." I gave him a sly grin. He stared at me for a second and then laughed. So absurd, he thought, and that was the show he put on.
"Okay fine. If you want your tic tac wetted that badly, hypnotize me 'o great one'!"
I performed the stereotypical hypnotizing tricks. I didn't need any of them, but I wanted him to have sense of what to do. We put on some light music and I got a ring from my desk and placed it on a necklace string. Dangling it in front of his eyes and having him count back from 10.
Again, to be super clear, this is what I used my powers for. I put him under with my powers and told him to do the following, "You'll believe the hypnosis worked. I'll let you hypnotize me. When you do, it will work. No matter what I do, it will appear to you as if I'm under your spell."
To paint the picture that it actually would work, I had him stand in front of the room, pull his shirt over his head and cluck like a chicken. A moment later I let him regain consciousness.
"Buck!! Bu-cuuuck!! Bu--... What the fuck?!" Ben stammered.
I just smiled as he brought his shirt back down. Man his abs were great. "I told you. It's really that simple. You just have to be the right type of person to fall under the spell I guess..."
"No way..." Ben was speechless. He hadn't recalled anything from before he counted down. "You didn't, make me do anything else did you?" He asked timidly.
"As tempting as it was, I doubt you'd have wanted it. If it was the other way around, that'd be a different question."
"What does that mean?" Ben asked.
I scoffed. "You know you're hot. We're friends, but I do wish you were gay sometimes. Sorry if that's awkward."
Ben just smiled. "I'm flattered, honestly. I think you're awesome too, in another life."
I thought to myself, hopefully this life and you're just scared to be labeled. For a long time I've deduced, through my not-so moral exploits, that most men are on the spectrum of sexuality. Yes there are those that are super straight and those that are super gay, but most men fall nearer to the middle. But due to social expectations and stigmas, most will try and be an absolute. I hoped Ben was one of those men.
