You know, when your dad's a professional hypnotist who thinks you're the most important thing in the world, you can pretty much get your way with just about anything you want.
Take Doug, for instance. If he'd known what my daddy could do to him, well, he probably would've been a lot nicer to me in the first place and then this whole thing wouldn't have happened.
Doug had just graduated college and was staying at this beach house just down from where my dad and I had our summer place. You had to be pretty rich to have a house around here and Doug had gotten his money from his rich Dad, even though they didn't get along at all. When Doug got outta school I guess his dad wanted him to join the family business but Doug just said screw you and then disappeared. He didn't even tell his dad where he was, just dropped outta sight after college and kept collecting the money in the bank each month from his trust fund or whatever. So any, I guess what I'm saying is, Doug was an asshole to pretty much everybody.
I guess if you got a lotta money and no job you can pretty much do what you want. Doug spent all his time at the gym makin' sure he looked good and the rest of his time trying to pick up girls. He did okay, from what I heard. I mean, he was really built and good looking, it's just no one ever wanted to stay around for long because once you got to know him, well, like I said, the guy was a total asshole.
I'd just seen him around a bit. He was always being a jerk on the beach, I mean, you could tell he was just such a prick and certainly didn't want anything to do with a kid like me, so I never had anything to do with him until about a month ago when this all got started.
I love animals, but I'd never had one of my own. I'd been after my Dad to let me get a dog but he kept saying how a dog was a big responsibility and he wasn't sure I was ready yet. I told him I was twelve years old now, I could handle it, but he said I still hadn't proven myself.
Maybe it was because I so wanted a dog and couldn't have one that one day when I was walking on the beach, and I saw this dog all chained up out in the sun with no water or anything, I got really upset. Here was this beautiful collie, I mean you could tell this dog was probably a pure bred, expensive, not very old, and Doug had him chained in his yard out in the hot summer sun! You could see the dog was in a bad way.
I mean, I couldn't just let him suffer like that! So even though Doug had all these "Keep Out" and "No Tresspassing" signs I went into his yard anyway and got the dog some water.
The dog was so happy to get something to drink, he just drank and drank and then he just started licking my face and wanting to play with me. It was great. Well, until Doug saw us.
Suddenly this asshole comes charging out of the house screaming at me, yelling "What the fuck are you doin' with my dog, jerkwad!" He was furious and he came right at me and grabbed me before I could even explain!
"I was just givin' him some water, " I tried to tell him as he grabbed me by my hair and started pulling me away.
"Look dickhead, if I'd wanted the mangy thing to have water I'd have given it to him. Can't you fuckin' read!" He slammed my head against his fence and pushed my face right into one of his big "No Tresspassing" signs.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to help!"
"My dog doesn't need your help, you piece of shit, and neither do I! Now get the fuck outta my yard and don't come back!"
The prick actually threw me right OVER the fence and I landed hard on the sand, fortunately I didn't hurt anything too badly.
Of course, he'd made a bigger mistake than he knew. I tried to warn him.
"I'm gonna tell my, Dad," I said, "And you'll be sorry!"
"Aww, baby gonna go cry to daddy! I'm scaaarred," he said, in a really mocking voice that pissed me off.
"Just you try anything," he said, "I got so many lawyers, I'll end up owning you AND your dad and you'll be my bitch before it's over, small fry!"
And with that he turned and walked into his house, taking away the water I'd given the dog as he did.
I knew my dad would do something because it wouldn't be the first time. I'd watched dad take care of bad men before. He could do things no one else could do.
Some people just can't be hypnotized and my dad, who was already a great hypno-therapist himself, knew that. There were so many people who'd come to him for help and, great as he was, even HE couldn't help them. That's why he decided to solve the problem, so he could help people.
He' done a lot of medical research on the brain and did a lot of studies on stuff before he finally invented this really simple looking device he called the Alphatron. That made it so he could hypnotize like, ANYONE! It's really incredible but pretty simple. He tried to explain it to me once and I sorta understood him. It uses something called bio-feedback or something like that and it synchronizes these flashes to something like the subject's alpha-waves or whatever and instantly like, opens a gateway directly into the deepest part of their mind. I mean, I don't understand it at all, I just know it works, and I've seen him use it.
Thank God my Dad's a good man because in the hands of a bad guy, this could do some really terrible stuff! I mean, I don't even want to think about it. Anyway, I'd seen my dad use it on people before it and was incredible, worked instantly and never failed. And the cool thing was, he could set it to focus on just one person at a time so it would affect only the subject and no one else, even if you stared right at it. It was pretty cool.
I remember one time my dad used it on me. You know, it's funny, but right now I can't really remember why he did it. Maybe he was just showing it to me. I remember it was just before the divorce but I don't even remember what he was showing to me for, I just remember looking into it and all at once feeling really good and relaxed and then, I guess I fell asleep or something.
Anyway, it doesn't matter, I just know ever since then I've always felt my dad is a good man and everything he does is right and I never question anything he does. I always do whatever he tells me because he's such a good dad and I know, no matter what, that he's always right. Dad loves me more than anything. That's why during the divorce I told the judge I wanted to always be with my dad, instead of my mom, because he was good and she was a bad person who said bad things about him that weren't true.
Like, when we were in court, my mom told the judge that dad was a "pervert" and that he liked to do a lot of dirty sexual stuff. She said she'd even caught him doing stuff with me! Of course, that's just crazy and I know that's not true. Dad's a good man. He would never do anything wrong. Besides, I'd remember if he'd ever done the things she said he did with me, so I told the judge what a good man my dad was and that she was a liar. It kinda hurt me to see the way she cried when the judge ordered me to be with my dad, but hey, I only told the truth.
Anyway, so I knew, when I told Dad about what Doug had done, Dad would take care of it.
Boy, was I right about that. When I told Dad he got furious!
"He did what to you?" he shouted.
I told him the truth... I always tell my dad the truth about everything he asks me, I'd never even think of trying to lie to him, I don't know why, I just wouldn't. So anyway, the next thing I know, we're headed over to Doug's beach house and I know my dad's got the Alphatron in his pocket.
We walked up to the front door and Dad saw the poor collie out in the sun, which just made him even more angry. Doug answered the door dressed in a light blue B.U.M. muscle shirt and a pair of red running shorts. It looked like we'd caught him just as he was about to go to the gym for his afternoon workout.
Dad started off trying to be nice and reasonable, but Doug wasn't a reasonable guy. He started to yell at my Dad and told him what a stupid, ugly kid he had and then he called my dad a... something. It was a word I didn't know and wasn't even sure what it meant... but he said my dad was nothing but a "pee-on?" I guess that's somebody who you don't think is important and you can just "pee on" them and not give a darn.
Anyway, that got my Dad really angry, I could tell, but he didn't show it, at least not to Doug. He just stayed calm.
"Very well," my Dad said as he reached into his pocket, "I have something here I think might make you change your mind."
"What!? You got a subpoena for me or something?" Doug said, clearly having no idea what was really about to happen, "I told your stupid kid, I can buy enough lawyers to eat you both for breakfast."
"No," my Dad said, "not a subpoena. I just want you to take a good, close look at this."
He pulled out the device and held it in the palm of his hand.
The Alphatron looks like a little disc with these colored LED's on it and they move in patterns and they flash a lot. If you're not the person it's aimed at they just look like random blinking and spinning lights, but really it reads like, the person's brain waves and stuff and them matches them somehow. Like I said, I don't understand it, I just know if you're the one it's aimed at it puts you under instantly and once it happens, you're my dad's to do with as he wants.
I saw Doug look at it for like two seconds without saying a word. Then his face went totally blank. "What... what is it...?" he said, very weakly.
"Invite us inside and I'll explain it to you," my Dad said.
I knew it was working because there was NO WAY Doug would've let us into his house otherwise, but he did, right away. This big muscular jerk was just so much putty in my dad's hands now and he just stepped aside and held the door for us.
"Get the collie and bring him inside, son," he said to me and I immediately got the dog and brought him into the house.
"Sit down," my Dad said to Doug after he closed the door behind me, and Doug immediately sat on the couch across from my Dad, still staring at the Alphatron with a very confused look on his face.
"I believe you said something to my son about owning him and making him your bitch, is that right?"
"Yeah," Doug said weakly, but honestly.
"Well, I'm afraid that's what's about to happen to you, boy. I think it's time someone taught you a lesson. You need to learn what means to be treated like a dog, so, from now on you belong to us, in fact, more specifically, you're going to belong to my son here. From now on, you are no longer a man, you will not act like a man, you will not think or speak like a man. You will have no will of your own once you are changed. From now on you are nothing but a dog that belongs to a little boy, he's your new master and you will do EVERYTHING he tells you to do. Is that clear."
Doug's blank expression took on a very frightened look and he shook his head. You could see, he was trying hard to resist what my dad was telling him. Inside there must have been a great struggle going on in this arrogant jerk, but it didn't make any difference. Like I said, once my Dad got inside your head, there was nothing you could do about it.
"I..." Doug stammered, trying to fight it, "I... don't... wanna... "
"What you want doesn't matter any more. You've proven you can't act responsibly so I'm taking away your ability to make choices. You can no longer act on your own will, no matter what happens to you. From this moment on you are going to be totally obedient to the boy and me and do exactly what we tell you. In just a moment, you're going to start changing and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
May be, but Doug sure did try though. You could see, he was holding out better than any of my Dad's other patients did, but it wasn't going to do him any good. He sure did look scared though.
"No... don't..."
"Soon you're going to be a dog, a collie I think, just like the one you've been mistreating."
I sat on the floor with my arms wrapped around the real collie Doug had bought, watching what my Dad was doing. It was weird but watching Dad take control of this big, muscular guy started making me feel, funny. Not bad, I mean, I wasn't sorry for him or anything like that. I mean just, funny, you know? Like between your legs funny. Knowing I was soon going to be able to make this tough guy do whatever I wanted was making me get all stiff. I didn't understand why, I just had to adjust my shorts and hope dad didn't see me sportin' wood.
"Now, Doug, let's talk about your perception of a dog and the things dogs do, because that's what's really going to govern your life as you play the part of a dog. Tell me Doug, do dogs wear clothes?"
Doug was breathing heavily, his eyes were wide with panic. You could tell, he KNEW he couldn't control what he was doing, saying and probably even thinking.
"No," he said weakly, "dogs don't wear clothes."
"Well then, what are you doing wearing those stupid things? Did your master dress you up to make you look silly, because kids do that to their pets sometimes. You've seen how stupid and ridiculous dogs look when little kids try to put little shirts and pants on them like doll clothes. How embarrassing. You're a dog now, Doug, and dogs don't wear clothes, so take those silly things off, they make you look stupid, absurd, laughable. Imagine how silly you must look. You should take them off before anyone else sees you."
In a slow, trance like state, Doug took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, then began to reach for his pants.
Even I couldn't believe my dad was doing this in front of me. That funny feeling I felt kept getting stronger and I started getting really turned on seeing this beefy beach boy stripping down in front of us.
He got to his running shorts and pulled them down without hesitation. Underneath he was wearing a jock strap. He had a whole buncha of muscles on his stomach and a line of hair that went from his belly button right on down into his jock.
I'd never seen a guy like him naked and as much as I knew he was a total asshole, I had to admit, he was hot lookin'.
Finally he kicked off his shorts, then put his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his jock strap and just peeled it right on down.
Oh man, suddenly, out popped this muscle guy's monster dick. I couldn't believe it, but there he was, the jackass who'd been so mean to me an hour ago, now a total puppet in my father's hands, stripping naked in front of us both without being able to stop himself.
His bode was amazing and I couldn't stop staring at his big dick. I'd never seen a guy like this before. I mean, I'm not gay or anything... at least, I don't think I am. I dunno, sometimes I think about guys and stuff and, sometimes I have these weird dreams about dong stuff with my dad and other guys my dad brings over... but those are just dreams, they don't mean anything.
Anyway, what I'm sayin' is, I couldn't stop starin' at his dick and I think that's just because I'd never seen one before. At least, I didn't think I had, but it looked just like I dreamed they would.
"Looks like you've got yourself a BIG dog here, son." I turned and saw my Dad staring straight at me with this wicked grin on his face. I guess he'd noticed what I'd been staring at. He just smiled at me, then turned back to the muscle boy.
"Well, well, Dougie. Aren't we a big boy?"
Doug nodded, blankly. I guess he knew he was well hung. "Yes, sir," he said blankly.
"You know, Doug," my father said as he began to make circles around Doug, checking him out thorougly, both front and back, "Dogs don't talk, do they?"
You could see another flash of pain in Doug's eyes as he saw what was coming next. He didn't say anything, just nodded his agreement with Dad.
"From now on, I'm afraid you can't talk anymore. From now on, you can only communicate like a dog. You know how dogs communicate, don't you, boy? Go on, show me the type of noise a dog makes."
Suddenly Doug started to bark like a dog. You could tell by the look on his face he didn't like doing it, didn't want to be doing it, but he couldn't stop himself. It was like he really wanted to yell at my dad and me, but all he could do was bark. In fact, he couldn't make ANY sound now, except dog noises. Human speech was beyond his canine abilities.
Seeing him standing there, big, muscular, totally naked and now barking like a dog was really something and I kept getting the funny feeling more and more, like I wanted to do something, like I had in my dreams or something.
Dad gave me a knowing look, almost like he knew what I was thinking, looking at this guy. I think he may have noticed the lump in my shorts too, even though I tried not to let it show.
The real collie didn't seem to know what to make of this either, this guy standing there barking.
"Very good, Doug," my Dad continued. "You're getting to be a good boy, aren't you now," and as he said it he put his hand on Doug's head and scratched and petted him, just like you would a real dog who'd pleased you. And Doug smiled, happy for the attention. Doug really was beginning to think he was a dog now and to totally respond like one.
"Now, the next thing," Dad said as he circled his new property, "Is that dogs can't walk on their two hind legs for long. And I think you've probably managed to stand up like that just about as long as a pup can."
The smile on Doug's face quickly faded and he started to wobble on his feet as if having trouble keeping his balance.
"Why don't you just go ahead, and get down on all fours, like a good boy."
The nude body builder dropped promptly down to the floor, totally unable to walk now. You could see some part of him still struggling against this. He tried to stand, but couldn't, he wanted to complain, but all he could do was whelp and whimper. Yeah, that's right, whimper! I couldn't believe it but this big, naked jock was down on his hands and knees and whimpering and whining like a whipped little puppy.
It was great!
"That's a good boy!" dad said as he stood over Doug and began to stroke him again, running his hand down across the hair on his head, then down his neck and over his shoulder and back, petting him just like you would any real dog. "Why don't you come over here, son. Get to know your new pup."
Slowly I stood up and walked over toward Doug. I was still a little nervous, even though I knew my dad had him under control. I mean, an hour ago this guy had thrown me over a fence, now, I was just supposed to pet him?
Slowly I put my hand out and started to stroke Doug. He whimpered under my touch.
"Give him a command," dad said to me. "Go on, anything a dog can do, he can do."
I wasn't sure what to say, so I thought I'd start with the basics.
"Sit, Dougie, sit!" I said, and the hunky-jock promptly dropped onto his ass but kept his feet on the floor just like a dog would sit.
"Lay down," I said next, and he slipped his hands out so he was laying on his forearms. He looked up at me, clearly expecting something.
"You have to reward him," my dad explained. "Dogs like to be given a treat or just a show of affection when they've been good. Just pet him or rub his tummy for now, that's all he needs."
I couldn't believe my dad was talking about Doug like he was a real dog, but I guess for all intents and purposes he was. Doug would now act in every way he would imagine a real dog would.
"Roll over," I ordered, and sure enough the big jock did as he was told, stopping on his side and raising his leg to get his tummy rubbed, and in so doing flashing me his big dick like he was totally oblivious to what he was doing.
Of course I reached down and rubbed his tummy, letting my finger run up and down those bumps of muscles he had on his lower stomach, and even let my fingers sneak down a bit and play with that hair just below his belly button. I looked over thinking dad would get mad at me for being so naughty with this guy, but his look was totally approving and he even encouraged me to do more and go further.
I let my fingers start rubbing down lower, scratching right on the inside of his thigh just by his nuts. Suddenly Dougie started beating his little leg in the air all excited like. I laughed because I'd see this happen with dogs before, but never thought what it would be like to find Dougie's "tickle spot."
The more I rubbed him, the more I noticed his dick getting bigger and I got to thinking maybe I should stop.
"It's okay, son," dad said, again like he was reading my mind, "don't worry about it, that happens with dogs sometimes. It just means they like what you're doing. Don't stop."
So I kept rubbing him and his dick kept getting bigger until, oh my gosh, he had like this really huge boner going! And the more I stroked him, the more he bounced his leg, the more his boner would bounce in the air.
"You're right, dad. I think he likes it."
"Of course he does, son. All males do. Dougie's a dog in his mind now for as long as we wanna keep him. He'll do everything he thinks a dog would do."
It finally began to sink in just what this mean.
Doug would go around on all fours and raise his back leg to pee when he could. He wouldn't know how to use a toilet like a man anymore. Heck, the only thing he might do with a toilet now was drink water out of it! He would automatically do everything he imagined a dog would do and be totally unable to stop himself.
I stopped rubbing him and let him get up. The next thing I knew, Dougie was sniffing my butt, then the collie's. He was totally converted to canine thinking now.
We waited until dark to be sure it was safe, then put the collar from the real dog onto Doug and lead him home. It was so wild to be leading this naked jock down the road. At one point one of his girlfriends came walking by and started to freak out.
"Doug!? What the fuck are you doing you asshole!"
"It's okay, here I can explain. Let me show you something."
Of course, Dad showed her the Alphatron and after that she only saw Doug as a real doggie. I can only imagine how humiliating it must have been for Doug, deep inside, to have this girl he slept with seeing him walking down the street naked on his hands and knees and petting him.
After that we didn't see anyone else, which was good because we didn't go very fast. Doug must've raised his leg on every single fire hydrant we passed on the way home. I have to admit, it was really cool watching this asshole jock lifting his leg to flash his dick at ever fire hydrant and take a leak on 'em all.
Dad got some dog food for both the dogs and we made them share a bowl. Doug would eat dry food right out of the same bowl as Charlie... that's what I named the collie.
We kept Doug like this for about a month and during that time I had a lot of strange dreams. I kept imagining doing stuff with him and to him. Naughty things I shouldn't even really be think about, but I always enjoyed the dreams. Often I'd have a really powerful dream and when I'd wake up Dad would be there showing me the Alphatron again. It seemed he was showing it to me a lot, but I could never remember what for. Anyway, I'm sure it wasn't really important anyway. Maybe he was trying to help me forget the naughty dreams I kept having.
We finally decided to release Doug back into the wild. We took him home and restored him. My dad didn't erase his memory. In fact, he made sure he would remember everything that happened, but, he put a post hypnotic suggestion in him that if he ever tried to tell anyone about what happened, he would start to revert back to a dog again. He also made it so either one of us could change him back at any time, if we wanted, and he made sure Dougie knew that.
This afternoon, I was walking past Doug's place and I noticed he was packing up to move. He was talking to one of his body builder friends who was helping him, I guess, when he saw me. All at once he got this look of panic in his eyes. I heard him start to say to the guy, "That's him, that's the kid who..."
And then he started barking. His friend looked at him like he'd gone nuts, which I guess he had really. All I know is seeing me made him turn tail and run back into the house before he changed anymore. Must have seemed funny to his friend, seeing Doug so frightened of a twelve year old!
Don't worry about, Doug. I'm sure after he was inside he slowly got back to normal and he'll be just fine, that is, as long as he never tries to tell anyone about what happened.
Ya' think he'll be able to do it?
The End