Fine Line

Ellis?”
    “After I suggested we use hypnosis therapy. Mack agreed to it almost immediately after I suggested it. He said he was ready for some action, so to speak.” Jay chuckled at the memory.
    “Please refrain from personal remarks, Mr. Ellis, just state the facts,” the stern mediator reminded him.
    “Mr. MacAllister? Could you elaborate on your consent for hypnosis?”
    “I agreed to it,” Mack accepted. “Jay suggested it. We’d done a lot of talking already and I wanted to try something else. The relaxation therapy worked really well in relieving my anxiety, so I hoped the hypnosis would help too.”
    “So I gather you trusted Mr. Ellis enough to hypnotise you?”
    “I trusted him completely.”
    “Did you discuss the possibility of physical contact?” Mack nodded. “Yes, we’d discussed it before the hypnosis even.
    We agreed we would let it take its course and that Mr. Ellis would take it slow. He also made it clear to me that I could back out whenever I felt uncomfortable.”
    Jay looked over at Mack, but his gaze wasn’t returned. It felt good to hear that Mack trusted him, although it also made the sting sharper.
    He’d betrayed that trust by taking it further, pushing Mack more than he’d been prepared for.

    The Fine Line by Zahra Owens

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    “ARE you comfortable?”
    “Yes,” Mack answered calmly.
    “Good, this is just going to be like before. No different to start with. Close your eyes.” Jay waited until Mack complied with his request and was lying still. Then he continued in a low, soothing voice. “Feel how your body becomes heavy, feel how it weighs on the leather of the seat.
    Be aware of where it touches your skin and where it doesn’t. Try to feel where your clothes are between you and the seat. Are there any places where your clothes are constricting you? Where there’s a crease that’s uncomfortable?”
    “No,” Mack replied after a short pause.
    “Your body is heavy and you are comfortable with being touched.
    You will not jump when I lay my hands on you,” Jay suggested. He placed his hand on Mack’s arm and left it there for a few moments, then he slowly started moving it higher, towards the other man’s shoulder. He got up and moved his hand to Mack’s other arm and shoulder, then took a seat near Mack’s head and slowly placed both his hands on the older man’s chest. He felt Mack breathe easily, his chest rising with each inhalation. They had done this a few times now and every time Jay felt that Mack trusted him more and more. Next would be his legs, from his sock-clad ankles to his knees and thighs. The last time Jay had lingered on Mack’s inner thighs and had seen his erection swell through the fine fabric of the PR-man’s business suit. This time, Mack was wearing sweats as Jay had asked. He hoped that the older man’s groin would react again, so he slowly moved around the recliner to touch Mack’s legs. “You enjoy the touch,” he continued, keeping his voice soothing and accepting, “it relaxes you. You allow your body to feel, even reach out for it. The touch is caring and loving.” As he reached Mack’s upper legs he saw the man part them slightly, inviting Jay to run his hands over the soft cotton between his thighs. Mack moaned softly and Jay held back from moving higher, instead he simply circled the area between Mack’s legs.

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    “Lift your right arm,” Jay suggested calmly after awhile,” and place it over your groin.” Mack complied, so he continued. “Feel how aroused you are. Feel the hardness under your hand, rub it if it feels good.” Again Mack followed Jay’s suggestions and cupped his bulge, then pressed down on it and started moving his hand until the outline of the supine man’s erection became visible through the heavy fabric of the grey cotton track pants. “You can move your hand inside your trousers,” Jay suggested.
    After a brief moment of hesitation, Mack’s hand dipped underneath the elastic band. His breathing was heavy now and as he enveloped his erection with his hand the distended head came into view.
    Mack’s movements were slightly clumsy and he was tensing up.
    “Move your hand up and down, slowly,” Jay instructed. He realised that this man didn’t have a decades-old experience of masturbating to fall back on, so he knew he’d need to take the shortcut.
    “Try to feel for yourself what feels good, vary the pressure and the speed.” He waited for Mack