Celebrities Controlled: Part 1

Hypnosis is a mental state or set of attitudes usually induced by a procedure known as a hypnotic induction, which is commonly composed of a series of preliminary instructions and suggestions. Hypnotic suggestions may be delivered by a hypnotist in the presence of the subject.


Kieran had an unhealthy obsession with hypnosis. For years his mind had exploded at the possibilities that he could control people. He could stay of school, get paid for playing on his xbox and own the largest house and best car in the world!

Puberty came around however and Kieran’s ideas where replaced with ... darker ones. No longer happy to make people give him money he wanted to make them his slaves have them obey his every command. Men seemed the only worthy candidates for his rule, women just got in the way. He longed to control muscular, strong yet weak minded, men for his new rule. The last thing he had in mind was ever meeting another person who shared his ambition, a freak in the eyes of the world. However some people in the world are just as freaky as you….

The warm summer air drifted into the dark tunnel. Kieran shifted nervously, hardly anyone was around and if this went well no-one would even know about it but he still felt extremely nervous. He was stood in the Liverpool stadium’s tunnel awaiting the return of 4 of the hottest footballers in England. Jamie Redknapp was having a practise at football, getting used to the game again even though he knew he could never play again. Steven had agreed to open up the ground as a favour for his ex-team mate and had allowed Jamie’s cousin Frank Lampard and his team-mate John Terry to come up from London and play as well. As it was only a training session Kieran took this opportunity to test out his hypnosis. He was adamant he had got the technique right and had decided to test it out on Steven as he practised. However he didn’t count of the other 3 showing up which made it more difficult. Not only was Steven never going to be alone, even if the hypnosis did work he would be outnumbered 3 against 2 if it went to violence.

A rustle in a dark corner of the tunnel made him freeze. He turned round swiftly and saw the shape of a man in the gloom…
“Who... Who’s there?” He said, nervously gulping. If it was security he would have to make a run for it and hope he would get another opportunity to gain slaves. So close yet beaten by a £6 an hour idiot!
“I see you’re here to admire the lads as well, aren’t you?” The voice said. Upon hearing the as well half of Kieran’s nervousness drifted away, surely he couldn’t turn him in if he was spying himself? Never the less he didn’t let his guard down.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” He demanded to know. The shadow came into view. Kieran saw a boy, around the age of 16, smirking slyly at him.
“My names Jacob” He said “And I’m here to err study the effects of mind control on the footballers.” He blurted out the last bit and Kieran was stunned. Why would he admit to that? However the foremost thing in his mind was... Great!

“Pwoar Frank your armpit’s stink” Said Steven Gerrard to his England teammate as they made their way into the changing rooms. Frank just laughed and went into the away changing rooms with John Terry following. Steven and Jamie walked into the Home rooms.
“I’m gunna get a shower mate” Said Jamie to Steven and walked into the hot shower room. This was the moment Kieran had been waiting for. He and Jacob had split up, Jacob snuck into the away whilst Kieran pursued his prize…Steven. Kieran entered the dressing room. Steve was falling asleep, still in his kit whilst the steam from the showers offered perfect cover. He crept forward until he was inches away from Steven’s closed eyes.
“Steven” He whispered “You are mine, you belong to me and will obey my every command” He uttered the words quickly as not to arouse Jamie and for it to hit Steven quickly. Kieran waited a moment, stepping back to survey his work. Steven opened his eyes, the deep red colour an obvious sign that Kieran had managed to pull off the hypnosis perfectly. Kieran smiled broadly; he had his first slave….

“I’m all done mate” Shouted Jamie as he stepped into the changing rooms a towel around his waist. He was greeted by silence. “Aren’t you going to get a shower then?” Jamie said, suddenly stopping at the sight before him. Steven was just sat there, unmoving, emotionless oblivious to the surrounding world! “Err Steven…? Jamie edged closer until, with a jolt, Steven opened his eyes….”Shit” Moaned Jamie…

Jacob meanwhile had enjoyed huge success. Having gone in the changing rooms at the right time he had caught both Frank and John in the showers. He had hidden himself in a side cupboard and lain in wait for the first one to leave. Frank had left the shower first and Jacob had snuck back in the showers. He had found John soaping his godly body and had struck from behind, one arm going over his both the other delivering a paralyzing blow to Terry’s neck. The hardest part was making sure the imbecile didn’t drown as his sleeping, god-like form laid on the floor. Jacob had then whispered commands into John’s ears and used every thing he could think of to wake him from his stupor - talking in his ear, poking him, slapping his face until he twisted his nipples. Terry sat bolt upright.
“I will obey” He said in near monotonous drone….

Meanwhile, Frank was towelling off and had just finished tying the towel around his waist, when he came face to face with the naked John Terry. “Whoa, John. You might wanna put some clothes on mate.” Frank said, averting his gaze from John’s hefty package by turning to his locker, only to have his arm clutched in the iron grip of his fellow player. “John quit fooling around!” Frank said with a slightly annoyed tone. Then he noticed the eyes. John’s eyes had become a shade of deep red. Frank realised that John wasn’t the man he knew anymore and smacked John hard in the jaw, sending the hypnotised player tumbling over a bench as he stumbled backwards. However Frank failed to notice, due to his surprise at having punched John Terry in the face, Jacob sneaking up behind him and tapping him sharply on the back of the head with the blunt end of a fire extinguisher. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, as Jacob wasn’t overly strong, but more than enough to make Frank woozy. Frank had no chance to resist the soft, whispering words escaping the boys lips and before he knew it he was completely under Jacob‘s control. It didn’t take long for both Frank and John to get back up after being hit in the head, and pushed over a bench, respectively.
“Come boys” Said Jacob, beckoning the helpless players out of the door with him. They followed, a slightly zombiefied look on their face, heightened by their blood red eyes. Jacob opened the white door to the home changing rooms. He smiled. Kieran was stood there watching as a naked Jamie Redknapp was pinned against the wall by a obedient Steven Gerrard, his bicep bulging as he held the struggling commentator by the throat. Kieran heard the door open and turned round.
“You’re back” He said with a grin on his face, “As you can see Jamie has so far been uncooperative so I had my “little” friend here show him who the master is”. Jacob laughed. Kieran smiled and nodded at Steven who released Jamie, letting him fall to the ground in a naked heap.
“What the fuck is going on?” Gasped Jamie, rubbing his throat and attempting to stand up. Frank pushed him back to the floor with his bare foot, keeping it placed firmly on Jamie’s chest to prevent him from getting up. Jamie struggled for a while, much to the amusement of Jacob and Kieran who chuckled at his attempts to get away, before giving up, laying still and panting heavily. “ Guys? What‘s wrong with you all? Why won‘t you respond?” Jamie said, his calm voice betrayed by the look of fear upon his face. “I think you will find, Mr. Redknapp, that you won’t get an answer from these ‘guys’ anymore.” Kieran said, with a malicious glint in his eyes. “Yes, these guys only answer to us now!” Jacob added grinning evilly. “And now I believe Kieran wishes to add you to his collection!” Kieran nodded smugly and said “Steven, hold his arms still.” Steven didn’t need telling twice. “No don’t Steve! It’s me Jamie!“ Jamie said, panic rising in his voice. Obviously it didn’t work so Jamie began to thrash with all his might. Obediently, Steven grabbed Jamie’s arms, holding them tight, while Frank applied some more pressure to Jamie’s chest to stop his squirming.

“Stop struggling Jamie, otherwise this is just going to take even longer. John hold his head still.” Jacob said, watching intently. John squatted over Jamie’s head and grasped it with both hands, very much like a person trying to lift a heavy cannonball. Jamie’s face screwed up with slight distaste as John’s pendulous balls swung a few inches above his face and John’s meaty cock was hanging down over the top, the piss slit staring straight into Jamie’s eyes. Kieran got close and crouched down at Jamie’s head. “You’ve been a difficult one to get haven’t you, and you’ve shown you’ve got some dominant spirit too. I like that in a guy.” Kieran said, his lips curving into a sly smile. “I’ve really looked forward to this!” Kieran bent closer to Jamie’s ear while Jamie’s struggles grew much more frantic, his eyes bulging from his sockets in fear though he was easily kept in place by the strong footballers already acquired by Kieran and Jacob. Kieran whispered “Jamie, you are mine, you belong to me and will obey my every command.” Jamie suddenly lay still and his breathing changed from sharp heaving gasps, to steady calm inhales and exhales. His eyes suddenly looked as though they were dissolving but just as soon as they began to shift and drain of colour, the iris filled with a deep red colour and Jamie looked straight at Kieran. Kieran smiled, a smile of deserved self satisfaction. “Everyone get off Jamie.” Kieran said, and the footballers obeyed. Jamie got up on his own but didn’t move further. “Jamie.” Kieran said. Jamie was truly hypnotised as he turned and replied. “You called sir?” Kieran’s face broke into a wide grin. He turned to Jacob and nearly yelled: “We did it man! We’ve got them under our control!” Jacob found himself with the same silly grin they both hi-fived in victory.
“Well, now we’ve got them , we ought to implant some rules.” Jacobs said. Kieran agreed and called to the footballers “Everyone! Listen up and hear me well! You will………….” He cut off as he heard the sound of footsteps. “Crap we’ve gotta hide for now! Quick, into the shower block! Oh and slaves! Act like you normally would!” Kieran hissed, whipping round the corner to the shower block, followed closely by Jacob.
It was a tense moment, but once the footsteps and laughing voices had passed the showers Jacob risked peeking out around the corner. “Who is it?” Kieran inquired. “It’s Wayne Rooney, and Paul Robinson!” Jacob replied sounding excited “Think we should add them to our collection?”
“Of course we should!” Kieran said. “I’ll take Robinson and you take care of Rooney.”
Jacob peeked back out for a second and saw Paul Robinson heading towards the showers, clad only in the towel around his waist. He looked awfully sweaty! As he walked into the shower block he was taken by surprise as Jacob hurtled into his waist, sending him to the floor. Jacob, clambered across Paul’s sweaty chest and shoved his forearm into Paul’s mouth to stop him from calling for help from Rooney, who was much bulkier and could easily fend off two teenage boys. “Quick Kieran! Do it now!” Jacob said. Kieran darted from behind the door and whispered his speech hastily into Paul’s ear. A familiar expression drifted across his face and his eyes went watery and shimmered slightly for a second before becoming a solid deep red, just like Jamie. “Okay, that’s yours out of the way, and I’ve gotta say we got real lucky that time!” Jacob said looking exhilarated. “Ah, but because we took that risk, and pulled it off, it’s going to make getting Rooney for you so much easier.” Kieran said with a knowing wink. “Just follow my lead on this one.”

Kieran ordered Paul to walk down the corridor towards the changing rooms and Jacob and Kieran walked beside him, trying their best to look like innocent tourists. They were glad to see that the footballers had obeyed their commands and were acting completely natural, chatting to one another, changing back into their normal everyday clothes and the like. The only thing that told different was the deep red eyes of every player in the room. Rooney was none the wiser however! He looked at Paul walking towards him in the corridor and said “Whoa! You got red contact lenses too? Where’d ya get em? You only left me 2 minutes ago!” Paul remained silent, and the boys couldn’t’t afford to blow their cover yet! Kieran had an idea though. He thought what he wanted Paul to do and stared at Paul hard. He was utterly shocked when it worked! “There was a pair in the showers, for me apparently, I’ve been told yours are in your locker.” Paul said under Kieran’s influence. Rooney wasn‘t overly bright and fell for it, not even bothering to ask who told Paul or why there were contact lenses laying about in a shower, but immediately wrenched open his locker and rummaged around inside, his back turned to the rest of the players. Now was the time: “Quickly! Immobilize Rooney!” Kieran shouted to the enslaved footballers. Wayne could have easily taken on two of them maybe even three at a push, but five, large, burly blokes shoving against a wall was much more than he could defend himself from! Jacob leaned in close to Rooney’s snarling face and said the same words as Kieran had spoken to his slaves. Rooney’s reaction was the same, his struggles ceased and his eyes became a deep red.
“Sweet! That’s enough slaves for today though; we pretty much have a half a football team each!” Kieran chuckled. ”Where’re we going to keep them all though?” Jacob asked. “My home certainly isn’t big enough and I don’t know about yours.” Kieran pondered this for a while, whilst the footballers dressed themselves and then had a brainwave. “Let’s just use one of their houses! Hey slaves! Which one of you has the biggest house?” All of them looked at Gerrard and then carried on getting dressed. Gerrard turned around from packing up his kit and said “Mine is quite large sir, and I live there on my own. It’s ideal for your needs.” Kieran was glad he had ordered the guys to act normally, it made them less zombieish and like the humans they were before being hypnotized.
When everybody was out of their kits and back in street clothes, The footballers were ordered to get in the back Jamie’s sky sports news van which they did, though still talking amongst themselves, seemingly ignoring their masters until they were directly addressed. “I’ll get in the back with the guys so I can keep an eye on them, we haven’t tried hypnosis before so we don’t know if it wears off or not.” Jacob said before climbing into the back of the van. “Oh and Kieran, order Gerrard to drive us to his house because I have no idea how to get there.” Smiling Jacob slid the door closed.
Kieran got into the passenger seat and said “Steven, drive us to your house.” Without another word needed, Gerrard turned the key, pulled some levers and pressed his foot down on the accelerator. The van flared into life and sped out of the stadium, for the next destination - Steven Gerrard’s house.

Jacob sat, cramped in the back of the van. With no windows, light or clocks, time seemed irrelevant and he began to wonder if there was any end to this torture. The place was boiling as well! The footballers had just gotten changed into their suits but by now they too where boiling and Rooney removed his tight shirt. Jacob moaned as he saw Rooney’s pectoral muscles, massive from training, glisten with sweat in the dim light. He moved (with a lot of difficulty, almost crushing Robinson and Redknapp) over to Wayne and laid his head on Wayne’s sweaty, hairy chest and closed his eyes.

A large jerk awoke Jacob. Maybe they were at Gerrard’s house he thought, groggily, lifting his heavy head from Rooney’s now very sweaty chest. The car jerking had stirred no-one else though eh thought, Kieran would have commanded them to move if they had arrived. He listened carefully and found the car was not moving. Confused he opened the back door and stepped into the cool, evening air. They were in the middle of no-where! His first thought was that Kieran had ditched him and ran off with Gerrard. But that wouldn’t happen he thought, he also has Jamie and Paul as his half of our army, why would he leave them. Shutting the door so no-one would stumble across half the England team sitting in the back of the van with red eyes, he strode over to the grass side of the road. He listened carefully. He could hear something over the summer wind. It sounded like someone moaning!

He ran over to the side near a bush with a riot of green leaves and found the source of the problem. What he saw made his cock go rock hard in his tight boxers. Steven was crouched over Kieran, eagerly sucking his cock! The teen was laid on his back, his eyes closed, and moaning in pleasure as the sports star went down on him, his powerful tongue licking and tickling Kieran’s sensitive, throbbing head. Kieran’s moans increased; they must have been here for a while, and without warning he screamed in pleasure and ecstasy and his cock erupted a white, hot stream of jizz all down Steven’s awaiting throat. “Drink it all slave!” Kieran moaned as he lay back onto the grass, his eyes closed and cock deflating. Steven greedily gulped down his Master’s sperm as if it were liquid gold.
“I have obeyed” He droned before standing up above his master. Jacob couldn’t hold it in any longer and started to wank over the hot scene he had just witnessed. Kieran heard one of his moans and froze in terror.
“Who’s there?!” He barked. Jacob jumped as Steven came charging towards him, ready to tackle him to the ground. However he stopped a few paces in front of him.
“It’s only Master Jacob, my god” He said. Kieran stood up relived.
“Come on mate” He said to Jacob. “Stop wanking over us and get into the van, we need to get going again if we want two new slaves by tonight!” Jacob just stood there confused. What did he mean two new slaves tonight? And why did he even stop in the first place! Thankfully Kieran understood the look of confusion on his face and explained. “I was sat next to Steven, quizzing him about his life and such so he would act normal when I asked him who the most important person in the world to him…he answered me. And that really turned me on! Having a muscular, great looking, rich, sexy men declare his unmovable obedience to me was what I had longed for years and I couldn’t help myself. Even his sexy accent makes me horny when he speaks; I dragged him out of the van and well, you know what happened next…” Jacob smiled. He felt the same way about all the guys they had under their control, and whilst Steven was Kieran’s favorite he had his own, Lampard. But that didn’t explain what Kieran had planned for tonight…
“That’s fine mate” Jacob said “I know how you feel, I love Lampard the same as you do with Steven. But what did you mean about two new slaves tonight?”
Kieran smiled, “Steven here has four VIP tickets to the Justin Timberlake concert tonight” He said “Now originally he was going with Lampard, Rooney and Robinson but with a little “persuasion” he quickly offered me them! And you’re coming with me, along with Steven himself and Rooney for backup.”
Jacob smiled, Kieran had told him how much he wanted Justin. “I’m guessing you want Justin for yourself then?” He asked with a sly smirk.
Kieran nodded. “Yeh, you know me so well!” He added with a laugh and a smirk. The three of them set off towards the van.
“But who is the other slave?” Asked Jacob curiously.
“Well there’s a small after party that the 4 of the guys where invited to, just Justin and a friend. And that friend is Robbie Williams!” Robbie was one of Jacob’s busy crushes and he’d love to have him as his little bitch! “But” Said Kieran “I’ve just realized. They won’t let me and you in even with Frank and Paul’s passes! How will we get into that party!” Kieran looked depressed and angry with himself for not realizing it sooner but Jacob broke into a big smile. “What!?” Asked Kieran harshly.
“We CAN go to the party if we SHRINK ourselves!” Jacob beamed at Kieran who burst out laughing!
“Shrink ourselves?!” He laughed “How…What a daft idea!”
Jacob wasn’t fazed however “I came up with it not long ago. I thought of using it on the guys today but since I met you I thought it would be easier to have them as slaves rather than tiny, unwilling pets! Look I have a vial or two on me, the rest are in the van!” Kieran looked at a little vial of cyan liquid in his hand with wonder. His mouth open with excitement and his eyes bulging. “Careful you’re slavering on me!” Jacob laughed, wiping of Kieran’s spit from his hand. And if we need more it’s really easy to make!” Kieran looked up with a smile.
“Let the plan begin”

An hour or so later at Steven Gerrard’s house

“Ready then men?” Asked Jacob to the line of the obedient footballer-slaves. Gerrard and Robinson where wearing tight fitting, expensive tops, showing off their sense of style, money and muscular chests all in one. However, Rooney and Lampard were shirtless, their gorgeous, sweaty muscles on show for everyone to see. “Yes master” The four of them droned in unison. “We are ready to fulfill and obey our Master’s plan.” Jacob smiled as Kieran entered, looking nervous and holding two pieces of string and two bottles of the shrinking serum.
“Ready?” He asked Jacob, his face a light green colour with anticipation and fear. Jacob nodded, “Calm down man” He said coolly “It’s going to be fine, trust me, we will be in and out quickly and safely and at the end with two new additions to our “family”. And once were all back here we can drink the growth potions. John and Jamie have been ordered to make a fresh batch whilst were gone. Their using my mind instructions, they are immune to failure.”
Kieran looked slightly more reassured at Jacob’s words and handed him a vial, keeping the other for himself. On the count of 3 they drank in unison and began to shrink… A strange sensation filled their bodies. Their limbs decreased as did their chests, heads, feet, and hands. They felt themselves slowing drifting to the floor like a leaf in a breeze, their clothes landing in a crumpled heap far below. With a soft thud they each landed in their trousers, a tiny human struggling to get out of its cloth prison. “How are we going to tell them what to do?!” Jacob squealed worriedly “They won’t be able to hear us at that size!”
“Don’t worry” Shouted tiny Kieran “Just connect to the guy you want, or all of them, using your mind and send them orders telepathically!” Jacob looked confused but tried it anyway and in a second the giant Lampard had scooped him up in his hands. Kieran followed suit, Rooney grabbing him with his sweaty, giant hand. Sending orders via mind control, the two tinies manipulated the enslaved giants into tying some string around each of them and using them as a necklace. Jacob was lent against the smooth, golden pectorals of Lampard and Kieran was snugly nestled between Rooney’s masculine, slightly hairy pecs. “Mmm” Moaned Kieran as he smelt the soft, sweaty aroma of his giant hosts chest and began to lick the dark hairs.
“Oi!” Tiny Jacob shouted over to the horny Kieran, “Don’t be getting any ideas you! Rooney’s one of my slaves not yours!” Kieran smiled back and resumed licking. Jacob looked up at Frank’s masculine jaw high above, and couldn’t help himself; he started worshipping his god too. The giants raised their arms robotically and Steven and Paul pulled a loose fitting top over both of them, covering their tiny masters, leaving no trace they were there. “Yes masters” The slaves suddenly boomed out, their eyes fading to their normal colour with a slight tint of red to blend in. Jacob and Kieran had commanded them to leave for the concert…