I tried hypnosis with my friend - Chapter 1

Living with Jules at college has been… chill, mostly. We’ve been friends since junior year of high school, so when housing forms went out, it just made sense. One of those “dude, we already know each other’s shit, why gamble?” kind of deals.

He’s the artsy one, always up at night drawing weird shit or editing some melancholic playlist. I’m the gym guy who doesn’t like to admit he also listens to sad indie songs on leg day. We balance each other. And yeah, we’ve had our moments — the accidental glimpses after showers, the too-long eye contact when one of us stretches without a shirt — but it’s never been a thing. Not really.

So I didn’t think twice when he slid into my room that night holding his laptop and grinning like he’d found something cursed.

“Bro,” Jules said, hopping onto my bed without asking. “You have to see this.”

I looked up from my phone. “Is it porn? If it’s porn, I’m not watching it with you. Again.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not porn. Kinda worse. Or better. I dunno.”

He turned the screen toward me. A webpage. Barebones as hell. White background. Red letters. No logo.

"YOUR BEST ORGASM EVER — by HYPNOTHERAPY, DUAL SESSION"

Underneath it said:
“Requires two participants. Listen together. Relax. Let go.”

I blinked. “You found this on the dark web or what?”

“Nah, just a weird sub. People swear it works. Like—actually gets you off. But you gotta do it with someone else.”

I gave him a look. “You mean like… with with someone else?”

He shrugged, smiling. “It’s supposed to be this like… hypnotic bonding orgasm thing. Real intimate. Real deep. Probably total BS.”

I laughed. “That’s insane. And yeah, sounds like porn.”

“But it’s audio-only. No visuals. You just lie down, listen, and it takes over.” He smirked. “Come on, it’s stupid. Let’s try it.”

I hesitated. “Wouldn’t it be kinda like… watching porn together? Like, by default?”

Jules raised an eyebrow. “We’ve never done that.”

“No,” I said too fast. “But I’ve… kinda wondered what it’d be like.” I regretted it instantly.

He grinned. “Well, now’s your chance, Roomie.”

I rolled my eyes. “This is such a bad idea.”

“Yeah, but it’s also hot as fuck outside. And if this somehow does work, we’ll have a great story. If not, we’ll just fall asleep or something.”

I groaned, but I didn’t say no. He popped out a pair of AirPods, synced them to his laptop, and handed me one. We lay down side by side on my bed, shirtless from the heat, our arms brushing slightly. It felt… normal. Too normal.

He hit play.

There was a soft click, then a soothing voice:

“Welcome. You're here because you’re curious. That’s good. Stay curious. Breathe in… and match your partner’s breath. Let your bodies sync…”

I heard Jules exhale slowly beside me.

“Feel the warmth between you. There is no shame here. Just sensation. Just breath. Just the truth you’ve always known beneath the noise…”

I snorted. “Kinda sexy therapist vibes.”

Jules whispered, “Shh. Let it cook.”

“On the next beep, you’ll both start to relax. Eyes may close. Thoughts may drift. That’s okay. That’s what we want…”

Then:
beep.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

All I know is, when I opened my eyes, it was dark outside. My room smelled faintly of sweat and summer and something heavier I couldn’t place.

Jules was next to me.

Way too next to me.

We were both shirtless. Our boxers were slightly askew. My leg was thrown over his. His hand was resting suspiciously close to my waistband.

My throat was dry. My heart was pounding.

“Jules,” I said quietly. “Hey.”

He stirred, blinking at me like I’d woken him from a coma. “Wha—?”

“We fell asleep.”

He looked down, then at me. “Did we…?”

“No,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “No. We probably just got hot and stripped or something.”

There was a pause. That weird, heavy silence where both people are trying way too hard to act normal.

Jules sat up and rubbed his face. “Fuck. I feel weird.”

“Same.” I looked around. “How long were we out?”

“No clue.” He glanced at his laptop, still open on the desk. He frowned. Clicked something.

Then froze.

“What?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. Just turned the screen toward me.

It was a video file.

Timestamp: Today, 9:47 PM. Runtime: 11 minutes.

He hit play.

It was us.

Sweaty, red-faced, panting.

Jerking each other off.

Moaning each other’s names.

My mouth dropped open. My face went cold-hot-cold again.

“What the fuck is this?” I whispered.

We watched in silence as the screen showed us tangled in each other, stroking, kissing, bucking our hips like it was the only thing we’d ever wanted.

Neither of us said anything.

Not yet.

But I could feel it between us — the pulse, the heat, the question:

Did we want it?
Or was something making us want it for us?

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This is the first of the three possible stories! Tomorrow I will post the next one.