The Unbound Stud Wouldn't Stop Calling Me Master

I led Brad into an alley not far from the protagonist's hypnosis clinic.

Fortunately, it was nighttime and there were not many people around. It would've been bad if someone had seen Brad who was basically naked save for that leather jockstrap.

His package's obscene. I love it. But I shook my head. This was my reality now, and no matter how absurd it is, I had to quickly adapt.

First, I needed a plan.

I can't go to any law enforcement people because, in this reality, law enforcement is probably controlled by those cringe-y hypnotists. Brad basically confirmed this earlier too.

I saw the hunky man beside me sweaty and out of breath. He was totally and literally, a wet dream made manifest.

"Are you... okay... Brad?" I asked in between breaths.

The sweaty hunk turned to me before nodding, "Thanks... man..." He flashed me another smile, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

Allies, I reminded myself, I needed allies, not a hunky piece of eye candy that-

I heard footsteps coming closer to us. Running? Yes. It was much too fast to be considered walking. 

"Shh!" I placed my index finger by my lips and pulled him behind some wooden crates.

Not a second more, I saw those same hunks running in another direction.

Impulsively, my arms looped over to Brad's thick arms. I sometimes do this to my friends whenever I get anxious.

"Are they gone?" Brad whispered.

Untangling from him, I dared to peak and saw the retreating backs of those muscular studs. "I think so..."

A second. Two.

Haa-

The relief I felt was immense. But I did not want to be complacent. I needed to figure out what to do.

"I guess this is it-"

"Uh," Brad looked upset.

As to why, well...

"Here, you go, sir," I said, handing out a pair of shorts, an oversized white T-shirt, and some flip-flops.

Brad's eyes brightened at my return.

I'd ordered him to stay put and hidden just in case those men would be back as I ran to a nearby clothing kiosk that sold cheap knockoffs.

"Thank you!" He said as I plopped his footwear on the ground.

With great ceremony, he did this thing with his shirt that made wearing it stupidly erotic. Like his abs flexed and his lats flared when putting on his shirt. The shirt, by the way, looked like it was a bit on the small size on him too. It's honestly kinda awesome.

"You good now, sir?" I asked, looking around.

He nodded, "thank you."

I know that I can't just leave him here but I have to ask him first, "so... What're you planning to do next?"

"Return home?" He said, unsure.

I nodded. I had to inform him though, "I hope that your address hasn't been... you know... compromised."

"What do you mean?"

I wasn't mean enough to think that he didn't know what compromise meant - though seeing as I somehow ended up in this trashy erotica story, there is a small chance that he didn't because dumb himbos were the author's top fetishes - so I went with, "If I were a sociopathic hypnotist stalker, I'd for sure know where my victims lived. And since we're on the run, he'd most likely place people on the lookout in case you return home."

"Well, damn." He nodded, looking at me like I said something profound. "You're so smart, Tony."

"Common sense," I told him. "We make logical assumptions based on what little evidence that we have." I smiled at him, "but thanks. I guess."

"So what do you suppose we do now?" Brad asked.

A plan is what we need. But I don't have enough information to make a sound plan.

I brought out my phone from my pocket. "Oh shit."

"What?"

I placed my index finger over my mouth and dialed customer service. Five minutes later, with a new phone number, I factory reset my phone. "There's a high chance we might be monitored on our phones so-aha!" I then began to re-download my bank's app. There are hacker hypnotists too. And while the protagonist of 'Himbo Conversion Therapy Fuck' doesn't do app hypnosis, I couldn't take any chances here.

I smiled at the hotel staff at the front desk as she handed out our keycard.

"Enjoy your stay!" I am happy females existed in this universe because some other stories had female erasures in them. Though the author often used females as plot devises or pimps or pimp plot devices or sometimes as bait even, I do like living in a world that was similar to my previous one - even though there were superheroes and magical beings and aliens here.

I turned to Brad who was looking at one of the TVs in the lobby. Strange... The Brad from the story was characterized as an insufferable womanizing flirt.

In any case, I tapped him on his big arm and pointed at the elevator.

He gave me an okay signal before following right behind me.

"So, the receptionist was very pretty, don't you think?" How do straight people do this? I sounded off.

Brad was right beside me so I could see his facial expression. "Hm? Oh, yeah. She's pretty hot."

Pressing the floor of our room, I let out a sigh of relief. That sounds like Brad from the story. Can't have him going into a trance because of some hotel hypnotist.

"Erm..." Brad sounded like he wanted to say something.

"Yeah?"

"Well, thank you... For everything, I mean."

I shrugged, "we're not out of the woods yet. Thank me later once we get rid of that pervy old guy off of our backs."

"I guess. But you're already spending too much on us. I... I'll pay you back. I promise."

He can be sweet. "Okay, but not right now."

The elevator ding and opened. "C'mon."

As Brad showered in the bathroom, I sat on the bed, writing on a piece of paper.

I had to write down as much information as I could about this world. Things like other stories made by the author, any world-building lore, characters, settings, and plot points. If anything, the author was so great in writing his universe that a fan discord discussing his timeline and lore was flourishing by the time his 4th series was underway.

I could ask the crime syndicate of the city for protection? It's one of the stories the author wrote that had no hypnosis element to it. Unless the ending's already happened - the story ends with a double suicide of the two main characters.

I searched the internet for information about the heirs of two rival dons... And they're still abroad. Okay, cool, the plot hasn't started yet. But since I don't know how to get in touch without the heirs, I guess that will be one of our backup plans.

Well, what about seeking the aid of superheroes? Except superheroes are notorious in hypnotism stories in that they always end in their downfall - it's an entire subgenre of the hypnotism tag. Besides, the current superhero in charge of the city is a victim of an even more unhinged sociopath that is this caricature of a supervillain. No, no.

Aliens? No, definitely not. Those who are already here are part of a race with have a hive mind and plans to eradicate all life in the galaxy - the author wrote it in a sexy way, where people are subjugated and turned into semen production units. It doesn't sound appealing, besides, tentacle porn isn't for me.

The magical side then? Well... I don't see why not. The author wrote about vampires, werewolves, demons... If it's a popular supernatural monster, there's an equivalent story written by the author.

Okay then. Supernatural it is. Vampires are a no. So does werewolf. I would prefer to not be dependent on sucking blood and not transform painfully every full moon.

Demons it is then.

How do I summon demons? Let's see here.

The current head honcho of the underworld answers to the vice of Lust. Tantric rituals can be a gateway to summon one.

Oh yeah, I forgot that the author didn't do a great deal of research about this. It's mostly a mishmash of tropes and cliches. Like a few readers had criticized him for equating sexual acts with tantric rituals. There was obviously more nuance to that.

Anyway, that's the current lore here so it didn't hurt to try-

I suddenly felt the entire room turn cold. There were vibrations in the air too, like static was everywhere.

"And here I thought someone interesting wanted to summon me."

I blinked and then someone. No, this being was too ethereal to be considered a human. He looked human but the way his skin glimmered, the way his body-

"Lust," I whispered. I didn't think the head of demonkind would personally show up.

"In the flesh! Though not really. I'm here but not really here, you get what I mean?"

"I can see that."

"So," his smile was too beautiful, "what can I help you with?"

"Can you get me back to my original world?" I asked him.

That's when I felt his gaze on me intensified. "Oh my, you're a-" 

"Can you?"

He shook his head. "I might be all-powerful but that is something that's even higher than above my pay grade."

"Oh," I deflated. He couldn't be lying because lore-wise demons can't lie.

He sat up and stretched his body, "it can't be all that bad here. I mean, you can think of it as your second chance in life. To relive your life the way you want it to."

I don't know what to feel when one of the most powerful beings in this universe told me that he can't teleport me home.

I shook my head - no use crying over split milk. Besides, he was right - I wasn't in debt here, my bank account here is much better than the one in my old life, and sure, there is a possibility that I might get enslaved by a random hypnotist/demon/alien but it beats living my life from before. But for me to live in this life, I need to secure my protection and safety first.

"Can you give me immunity from hypnosis?" I asked him. Doc's hypnosis doesn't count because realistically, it wasn't even true hypnosis.

He tilted his head, "why would you ask for something you're already immune to."

That caught my attention, "I am immune from hypnosis? True hypnosis?"

"Amazing, right? And it wasn't even something I'd blessed you with. I don't suppose you're in cahoots with those stuck-up bitches above?"

The angels? I shook my head, "No! At least I think I am not." A pause, "Actually, can you check?"

He ran a glowing hand over me before shaking his head no. "I don't think so but..." He stopped by my chest, "someone has definitely given you their blessing."

"Can you check what blessing it is?"

"Just that you're never going to succumb to someone's hypnosis. Which is just sad because hypnosis can be fun."

"The same way enthusiastic consent is fun, I suppose?" I said sarcastically.

I exhaled, "I'm sorry, I'm being mean."

He laughed, "let's make it simple then, what is the reason why you called for me?"

"Honestly? Originally wanted to ask if I could return home but since that is out of the question, I wanted to ask if you could give me the power to protect myself."

He nodded, "I see, I see." He floated into the air (won't and so cool), still lazing about, "We'll, I can definitely give you that but are you willing to do so in exchange for your humanity?"

"For as long as I don't turn immortal or something, like changing my appearance so much I can no longer go outside, I'm good."

"Are you good with exchanging something to get that power?"

"I, uh... No?"

He grimaced. "Unless you want Fate to fuck you up, then I'm good with not asking anything from you-"

"No!" Karma, or to be lore-accurate karmic destiny, was a very real and tangible thing here. I... I thought of a good solution. "How about my body hair?" I pointed to right below my nose downwards, "All the hair from here downwards."

The demon before me made a hmm sound.

So he needs convincing. "I am not just saying the hair right now in my body but my body's potential to grow hair. It's my body hair for my entire lifespan!"

"Interesting." He then snapped his fingers, "okay, call. Let's do that. What kind of powers do you specifically want?"

"Well, I already have immunity from hypnosis. So I guess the next step would be having the power to let me and anyone else I want to escape any confinement or imprisonment."

I might get caught in the future because there are a lot of powerful 'protagonists' in this world, so the ability to break free is a good one to have.

"In exchange for your body hair and your body's potential to grow hair... It's not too much of a request."

He snapped his fingers. "And done!"

"That's it?" And then I felt it- my body hair rescinding. The small arm hairs I had simply melted away. I felt the inside of my pants and ran my hand over my pubes. They were gone and smooth as a baby.

He nodded. "But turns out your body's capacity to grow hair isn't enough for that request. I'm gonna need you to swear allegiance to me to make that permanent."

"You're being awfully helpful to me," I told him.

He laughed. "Well, you are a pretty interesting human. And a bottom too and you don't see that much in my line of work - it's mostly pick me tops who refuse to see themselves as the problem."

Oh yeah, Lust loved toying with guys like that.

"And me, will you be fucking me up too?"

He laughed, "oh stop it, will you? That's foreplay for us demonkind." His smile was genuine, "Besides I reckon the stud showering would do that for me already."

I blushed. "Brad and I are-"

"The cutest! So, are you in or not?"

There was no hesitation from me. "Okay, I swear allegiance to the great Evil One. The divine tempter: Mara."

His look of surprise felt satisfying. "Invoking my real name. Ha! Haha!" Then he was laughing in pure glee this time. "You might as well be the most interesting contractee I've ever had. Very well then - in the interest of keeping me entertained, let me give you another gift." He snapped his fingers again. "With this, go forth, my minion. Live the life you so desire. Free from the contains of others. Your life is now yours to command. Live it however you want it to!"

And then his laughter reverberated in the room before echoing inside my head.

Then the bathroom door opened. "Ah, that was too refreshing." Brad no longer hand that f slur on his chest. Though the skin, in that area was red, probably from trying to scrub it clean.

His dark hair was droopy and his nipples were plump and juicy. He was too hot. I hate it. Because he looked... Urghhh...

"What're you up to?" He asked, adjusting the towel on his waist. Dear God that v line is too good.

"Nothing," I folded the piece of paper, "Just planning out what we should do next."

"Alright, cool. I do want to talk about our sleeping arrangement."

I nodded. With my money, I was only able to get a room with one bed.

"I think we should share the bed/I should sleep on the floor."

I shook my head. "No, you're sleeping beside me. It's spacious enough for two."

I scooted on the side to prove my point, "see? Enough space for you here." I stood up and announced I was taking a shower.

"Okay master."

I looked at him oddly before shaking my head and heading straight for the bathroom.

A/N: lots of exposition here. It's only to set up the next few chapters.