“Look, all I’m doing is providing a service. I’m a lawyer, it’s my job to represent my clients to the best of my abilities. Besides, in my opinion, when it comes to divorce, misandry rules. Do you know how hard it is for a guy to get custody? Kids need their fathers too. All I do is level the playing field,” Shane said and took another sip from his beer, looking over at his new neighbor, trying to judge his reaction. Still, he was used to getting flack for his job from people–but he didn’t want approval, he wanted cash, and cash is what he got, which is why he got to live in this nice neighborhood.
“How does Sandra feel about what you do for a living?” Stewart asked. He was an older gentleman in his late fifties, a bit of a potbelly with a thick, mostly white beard. He’d offered his neighbor over for a beer, since they hadn’t been formally introduced yet, although he was beginning to have second thoughts he even wanted to know him.
“Why would it matter what she thinks? I buy her the jewelry, the handbags, the perfume. She’s happy,” he said with a smirk, “If anything it’s a warning. If she wants out, she’s not going to be getting anything out of me, that’s for sure.”
Definitely didn’t want to know him at all. Evan let the silence between them expand, hoping Shane would take the hint, but he didn’t.
“So, what do you do, Evan?”
The older man stayed silent a moment more, before replying. “Well, it’s a bit hard to explain, really. The closest thing, you might say, is that I’m a life coach.”
Shane let out a laugh, “You? A life coach? Don’t you think you might want to look like, you know, a better role model before that? No offense, but I wouldn’t really think someone who looks like you would have good advice for how to live your life.”
“Well, my clients would disagree–they bought me this lovely house right next to yours, after all.”
“Well, you must be good then.”
“I’m very good at what I do, I think. My services are rather unique, in fact. I’m less a life coach, and more…well, it’s difficult to explain. I can help people who’ve reached a dead end find…a way out, you might say. Most of it works a bit like hypnosis, but–”
“Wait, hypnosis? You have got to be kidding me, that shit’s not real!”
“Oh, well, hypnosis itself is a rather limited tool, but what I do–”
“No, seriously, you’re just a fucking con artist?”
Evan bristled a bit, “You would do well to remember your manners. It’s not nice to insult the host.”
“Look man, I’m sorry, but you can’t really expect me to believe that you can actually hypnotize people, right? I mean, that shit’s for college parties.”
“Well, like I said, it isn’t hypnosis per se, but rather…well, why would I even bother talking to a skeptic like you?” Evan smiled, “Someone like you would have to see it to believe it, right?”
“Heh, I suppose so. Still, I can’t be hypnotized, so you’re out of luck.”
“How do you know? Has anyone tried?”
“Ha! Do you know the kind of willpower it takes to succeed in my line of work? You don’t get to where I am by letting people walk all over you and control you,” Shane said, looking his new neighbor right in the eye. Evan didn’t reply, he just met the gaze, and locked it. After a few seconds Shane started feeling a little uncomfortable, the hairs on his body raising up slightly–he tried to pull his eyes away, tried to blink…but he couldn’t. All he could do was keep staring at Evan’s eyes…sinking in deeper and deeper, like the tension in his body, the energy, was being sucked out of him. The bottle of beer tumbled from his hand to the carpet as he slumped down in the chair, his mind furiously trying to push back, trying to resist, but it was too late. His head just felt so…empty all of a sudden. He was so tired, and yet he couldn’t quite fall asleep.
“Funny how the ones who think they’re in control are the easiest to put under,” Evan said, pushing himself up from his armchair and walking over to where Shane was slumped on the couch. The closer he got, the more intense his gaze became, until it was the only thing Shane could think about, the only thing he could see. He barely noticed Evan unbuttoning his dress shirt, and examining his muscular, gym toned body, opening the fly of his slacks and pulling out his six inch cock from his pants. “It feels good, though, right? Not being in control? Letting people walk all over you, you fucking wimp? Feel how hard you are, how much you’re enjoying this–how humiliated you are. You’ve been taken down by a short, fat old man, and all you can do is get harder in my hand.”
Shane couldn’t quite comprehend what was going on, but…but he did feel good. Is…is this what losing control felt like? Did it really feel this good?
“You know, I don’t really have room in my schedule for another client, but I think I’ll take you on, pro bono. I think you should explore this side of you, don’t you? See what happens when you let go of all that need to control, when you let other people dominate you, take over your life. Is that what you want? Do you want me to control you?”
Shane wanted to say no, he did, but his mouth wasn’t working right. All it could do was…was gasp and moan, his rock hard cock leaking all over Evan’s hand, even as he desperately tried to form the word. Evan kept up the attention, leaning closer, their eyes mere inches from each other when Shane finally exploded, cum splattering all over his suit, and he finally managed to utter a word in the midst of the afterglow, a quiet, barely audible, “Yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Evan said, “Now let’s get to work–we have so much to do tonight.”
Shane didn’t really know how to describe what happened next. Evan put his fingers on both his temples in a strange configuration, pressed hard, and it was like electricity fired through his brain and body, and everything went black.
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