I was nervous when I signed up for Professor Lana Quinn's class. She was one of the psychology department's star researchers, and a good grade from her would be invaluable for any aspiring researcher or psychotherapist. Many of her former students spoke extremely highly of her, and had gone on to be successful in their own careers.

But there were also the rumors. Supposedly, the class was so hard that some students stopped out just a few weeks after starting it. And some that made it out were said to be completely different, like shells of their former selves. Nobody seemed to want to go into too much detail about what exactly her class entailed that made it so polarizing, but some people implied she was up to something not quite above board, and that she used some of the students in her class as part of it.

It was my best friend, Colt, who convinced me to go through with it. We had been friends since grade school when we bonded over our mutual love of Crash Bandicoot. Since then, we'd been almost inseparable, even with him becoming more of a jock during high school while I continued to spend more of my time reading and playing video games.

We ended up going to the same college and rooming together. We both declared psychology as our majors too. Me because I wanted to pursue a career in research, and Colt because he heard it was and easy course, and it would let him focus on sports, partying, and girls.

"C'mon dude, go for it! I'll even sign up with you if it'll make you feel better," he told me, as I was trying to finalize my schedule for the semester.

With his encouragement, I decided to go for it, and a I was doing well. Professor Quinn was tough, but fair, and I was learning more than I had in any other class.

Unfortunately, Colt was not. I really appreciated him signing up for the class just to help me out, but this was far from the easy A course he was used to. Just a few weeks into the semester, and he was worried he was going to fail the class. I spent a lot of night helping him study, but even that wasn't enough.

To try to get his grades up, Colt started to go to office hours. That seemed to do that trick. His grades improved pretty fast after that, but he also started acting a little bit... Off.

At first he seemed a bit listless, which I chalked up to the late nights he spent doing class work at the psych department. Until one night, I came home to find him in our room, just strating blankly at the wall. He snapped out of it pretty quick when I tapped him on the shoulder, and went back to normal after that. But when I asked what was going on, he never even acknowledged anything weird happening.

One of our absolute favorite bands was coming to town. We both grew up listening to them together, and we made plans to go see them. He had office hours with Professor Quinn that afternoon, then we would meet up for a drink before heading to the venue. But he never showed, and I knew he wouldn't miss this concert for anything. He never responded to any of my messages either.

Weirder still, he didn't come home that night, but was still in class the next day. I caught up to him as he was entering the lecture hall, and he had that same blank look on his face. He was walking, but looked completely spacey.

"What's up dude? You never texted me back. Everything ok?" I asked.

No response. Like he couldn't even hear me. I shook him by the shoulder.

"What the hell, man?"

"Oh, sorry. I guess I spaced out. Didn't sleep well last night."

Something was up. Were the rumors true? Had Colt gotten involved in something sketchy to do with Professor Quinn? That was insane, I was in the same class and she was totally normal. But whatever it was, I decided to figure it out after class.

Colt and I took our usual seats at the back of the hall while Professor Quinn lectured about hypnosis, and post-hypnotic triggers.

"Hypnosis," she said, as she pressed a button on her clicker to bring up the image of a patient who looked to be completely asleep in a psychologist's office. "Has not had the best reputation among established psychologists. But in the right hands, it can be a powerful tool. For example, some patients have reported that it helped them completely eliminate the craving for things like cigarettes."

That was weird. Why did she emphasize that word like th-

I heard Colt moan next to me.

I turned to see Colt completely enraptured by her. His eyes wide, his mouth hanging open just a little bit. And as much as I wanted to ignore it, I couldn't help but notice his cock hard, bulging in his shorts as he groped it.

"What the fuck, Colt," I whispered harshly. He only let out another soft moan in response.

"Cut that shit out! You're gonna get suspended for being a fucking creep."

But for the second time that morning, he completely ignored me. He was completely focused on Quinn's lecture, and on his cock which was now creating a wet spot on the front of his shorts.

The rest of the class crawled by. I tried my best to listen to the lecture, but I couldn't stop my eyes from darting all over the room in my paranoia that someone would see Colt and get him expelled.

Luckily, we were in the back row of a half-full lecture hall so nobody seemed to notice. But just in case, I quietly moved to the very end of the row. The last thing I needed was to be a pervert-by-association.

Somehow, we made it to the end of the lecture without anyone so much as turning their head to look back at our row, even after Professor Quinn dismissed the class, and I turned to see Colt spasming in his seat, as an even bigger wet spot suddenly appeared on his shorts. And before I could make my way back towards him, he quietly stood up and left the classroom, with that same spaced out expression, making no attempt to cover up his crotch.

As the class exited, I heard lots of snickering and saw lots of shocked expressions and pointing, but thankfully nobody called the police. Colt turned a corner, going deeper into the psychology building, as the rest of the students left. Trying to be subtle, I took a quick peek around the corner just in time to see him enter Professor Lana Quinn's office.

- - -

At 10PM that night, Colt still wasn't home. He hadn't answered any of my calls or texts either. It was starting to seem like the rumors about Quinn were true. She was up to something shady, and Colt was caught in the middle of it.

I knew the best way to protect myself was to just drop the class and never think about it again, but I couldn't just leave my best friend to fend for himself. So as much as I knew it was a risky plan, I decided to sneak into Quinn's office to uncover whatever she was up to.

The psych building was pretty much deserted, and I couldn't believe my luck when I got to the professor's office to find the door completely unlocked. Hopefully that meant she had no evil plans to hide. Maybe Colt was having some kind of mental health crisis, and Quinn was helping him with it. She was a qualified psychologist, after all.

There was definitely something off about the whole situation, though, so I decided to take a look around anyway. But before I could even open a drawer, the lights came on. I span around to see Professor Quinn standing in the door. Shit.

"Jack? What are you doing in here?"

"Professor I'm so sorry! I must have gotten confused, I thought we had office hours scheduled."

She chuckled. No way she was buying that, but it was the only thing I could think of. She didn't seem angry, though. Just a bit amused. Not a good sign.

She crossed the room, went behind her desk and pulled something out of a drawer. She held up her hand and a shining pendant fell from her hands and dangled from a silver chain: a shining silver spiral with a narrow groove carved into it, which was glowing and strobing with color. She held it out in front of me, and started to swing it slowly back and forth. As she did, the colors started to swirl inward.

The pattern was so smooth, so captivating. If I picked one shade I could follow it from the very edge of the spiral... Slowly inwards... more and more until the very center. And at the center it seemed, somehow, to keep going even deeper.

"Just watch my pendant, Jack" she said. "Just watch the pendant and relax. Watch it swing back and forth. Back and forth."

"Professor, stop. I'm sorry. I'll go."

"Oh Jack, there's no need to worry. You're not in trouble. You'll be back in your room soon, all safe and sound. All you have to do is stare and listen."

"Stare... and listen... Ok, Professor Quinn."

"Good boy. Stare, relax, and breathe. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. In and out as you watch the spiral and listen to my soothing voice."

It was so easy to just let her words flow through me. The spiral was so captivating. With every breath, I felt my mind slow down more and more.

"The more you stare, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the hornier you feel."

"Stare... deeper... horny... No, this isn't right," I said, despite my penis starting to harden.

"But there's nothing wrong with being horny, Jack," she said, as she started to close what little distance there was between them. "Just like your friend during class today. You remember don't you? How horny he was. His big, hard cock. Feeling so much pleasure that he couldn't think of where he was, or who was watching him. I gave him that pleasure. And I can give it to you, too."

She was right in front of me now, the spiral even brighter up close. My steady deep breaths started to turn ragged with arousal, my dick so hard it was almost painful. It would be so easy to just give in and let her hypnotize me completely. It would feel so good. But I had to resist. I had to save Colt. I had to-

"Listen and relax. Relax and stare. Stare and obey. Obey the spiral."

"Yes, professor. Obey the spiral," I said. I could feel myself slipping under her power. The spiral taking over my mind. My cock throbbing with every heartbeat.

"Good boy. Now strip for me."

I had to obey. I had to strip. My arms moved to take off my shirt first. I would trip and submit to Professor Quinn. Just like Colt. Just like my best friend.

I stopped myself. I could fight this. I could save myself and him both. Summoning all the strength I had left, I took a step back away from the spiral's glow. And another. And another.

Until I ran into something behind me.

"Don't fight it, bro."

I would recognize Colt's voice anywhere.

"It feels so good to be hypnotized. It feels so good to obey."

I felt Colt grab me firmly by the shoulders. And his erection, hard as steel, poking into my buttcheek.

"Good boy, Colt," Professor Quinn said, bringing the pendant right up to my face once again. I felt my friend's cock pulse at the praise. "See, Jack? It feels so good to obey."

"Feels good... obey," I mumbled, coming under the spiral's influence again.

"And it's so easy to strip. Just watch." She handed the pendant to Colt, who continued to swing it in front of me.

The swinging spiral continued to dominate my vision. But in between every swing, I could see Professor Quinn. First, taking her shirt off. Then her skirt. I felt precum starting to wet my shorts as I saw her tits. Her ass. The spiral. Hypnosis. Stare. Listen. Obey. Obey. Obey. My eyes glazed over, drool started to spill out of the corner of my open mouth. I had to obey.

"Now, are you ready to submit?"

"Yes, professor. I want to submit. I want to obey."

"Good. Strip."

Colt lowered the spiral and let me go. I started to get even hornier as I was finally fully able to take in the sight of my professor completely naked. In seconds, I was naked. My cock was hard, dripping, and sticking straight out in front of me. Colt stood next to me, naked and hard as well.

"Thank you for the help, Colt. Now you can stroke yourself while you watch me reprogram your friend."

"Thank you, professor," he said as he grabbed his thick, juicy cock. Colt spent a lot of time in the gym and had always been bigger than me. So I wasn't surprised to see the same was true of his cock, though mine was no slouch.

The professor sat back on her desk and spread her legs, exposing her visibly wet pussy. "Come here, Jack. On your knees."

I obeyed.

"You're going to eat me out, Jack. My pussy will be the best thing you've ever tasted, and you'll get more and more aroused the longer you go. So horny you could orgasm without even touching yourself. But you won't, not until I tell you to. And when you do, it's not just cum that you'll leave all over the floor. It will be your resistance. Your free will. You'll cum so hard that you'll join Colt as one of my obedient slaves. Understand?"

"Yes, professor."

"Good. Begin."

I dove in, eating her out like it was the first time I'd ever done it. Her wetness was sweet on my tongue, and I savored the taste as I licked all over before focusing in on her clit.

"Oh yes, you're good at this. Good boy, keep going."

I continued to pleasure her, my cock getting harder and harder with every lick, every movement of my jaw. I could feel my precum drip all the way down my throbbing shaft and onto the floor below. I felt Professor Quinn's hand on the back of my head, holding my face against her pussy as her moans grew louder.

I heard moans from behind me as well, from Colt, stroking his big, thick cock the way I wished I could stroke mine.

"Fuck yeah, bro," he said. "Eat that pussy. It feel so good to obey. To be hard and horny for professor Quinn. It feels so good to submit! Ahhh fuck yes I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum for you, professor!"

Behind me Colt cried out and orgasmed, hard enough that I felt ropes of his warm load land on my back.

"Good boy, Colt. That was so hot! I'm getting so close now. Keep going, Jack! Keep eating my pussy like a good slave!"

Professor Quinn's thighs closed around my head and squeezed, and I felt a gush of sweetness on my tongue as she cried out in orgasm.

"Fuck yes! Cum now, Jack!"

At her command, all the pleasure that had been building in my cock coursed through my entire body as I came, rope after rope hitting the floor of her office.

Professor Quinn put a finger under my chin, and tilted my head up to look at her. My owner. My mistress.

"What are you?" she asked.

"I'm your obedient, hypnotized slave, professor."

After coming down from our orgasms, Professor Quinn had us sit, still naked, on the couch in her office. She said she had something to test on us before she left, and reappeared pushing a large monitor on a cart in front of us.

She pushed a button, and a large spiral came up on the screen--a massive version of the spiral on her pendant--entrancing us once again. A high-pitched buzz came from the speakers. I felt my cock start to stir, and I knew it would have the same effect on Colt. In just a few seconds, I was hard and leaking again, soaking up with spiral and its commands.

You are a horny, hypnotized slave. You must obey.

"Good, it looks like it's working," Professor Quinn said. "Now, I'm going to let this run overnight. Just be good obedient slaves, and stare and stroke for the spiral. I'll see you boys in class."

In the distance, we heard her leave the office, but all that mattered to us was the spiral. Finally reunited with my friend, we grabbed our hard cocks and started to stroke.

- - -

I could barely remember what happened last night. Or this morning, for that matter. I was sitting in our psych classroom, and Professor Quinn was up front lecturing.

Professor Quinn! I went to investigate her office last night. And Colt, he was... He was right next to me. I glanced over, and he seemed totally fine. No boner, no spacey look, nothing. Was that whole thing a dream? Maybe I've been partying too much.

Whatever it was, it could wait until after class. I still had to pass this subject, after all. Professor Quinn continued to flash slide after slide of dense scientific figures, detailing the effects that hypnosis could have in psychotherapy and medicine.

"I can tell all of you are getting a bit bored," she said to the class. "So let's take a break from the theory of hypnosis. What I'm really trying to say is that it's a powerful tool for any aspiring psychologist. So let's have a demonstration so you can see what I mean. But I ask that you all remain open-minded and judgement-free for what I'm about to show you. I am a professional, and we're all adults here."

She turned directly towards the two of us. "Colt, Jack, why don't you come down here."

Something in the back of my mind told me this wasn't a good idea. I should just leave. I could come up with some kind of excuse.

Colt and I stood at the front of the lecture hall, looking back at our classmates. Wait, when had that happened? It was like I blinked, and teleported here from the very back of the classroom.

"I haven't picked these two at random. I've been working with both of them over the last few days. Colt here has been having trouble focusing on his studies. And Jack has been dealing with some anxiety. And I've used hypnosis to help them both. Don't worry, they've both agreed to let me share that with you today. And they've also agreed to show you the power of hypnosis."

No, this wasn't right. I never ask her about anxiety. And I don't think Colt ever asked her for help either. Before I could warn Colt, Professor Quinn whispered something in his ear. I saw his face slacken and his eyes glaze over. Shit, not again.

"Obey the spiral."

As soon as I heard my trigger, my memories and programming from the previous night came flooding back. I didn't want to run or fight.

I would obey.

"As you can see, class, these two are deeply under hypnosis. As you should already know, this means they are highly receptive to suggestions, which can affect them now, and when they are out of trance. They will also be extremely open and honest when questioned, making it ideal for therapy. For example. Jack, you're a young man in college. You must think about women quite a bit, don't you?"

I gazed blankly ahead and answered, not caring that I was in front of a room full of people.

"Yes, professor."

"You must have plenty of crushes as well. Even on some of the students in this class. Tell me about that."

"I have a crush on Becca, professor. I've been attracted to her from the very first day of class."

I remembered the first day I saw her in class, how excited I was when we worked together on a paper. But I was only dimly aware of her blushing in the second row.

"Keep going, Jack. Tell me more."

"I've never had the courage to ask her out," I droned. "But I think she's the hottest girl ever. I even think about her when I masturbate."

I heard the class burst into laughter, and saw Becca's eyes widen as she shrank into her seat.

"Good, thank you for sharing, Jack. But hypnosis isn't just good for keeping subjects open. It also makes them obedient. Like so.

"Jack, Colt. Strip."

The class erupted into noise as the two of us started to remove our clothes. A good number of gasps and nervous chatter, but much more laughing, whooping, and cheering.

I'd never been naked in public before, but even in my trance I could feel the thrill of dozens of pairs of eyes on every inch of my exposed body. That, combined with the pleasure of obeying Professor Quinn made my cock start to rise. My pleasure only increased as I saw several students start to pull out their phones.

"Good boys. Now Colt, tell everyone how being in trance makes you feel."

"Relaxed. Obedient. Horny."

"That's right. You've always been aroused going into trance." A look at Colt's hard cock showed that she was right.

"See, class, hypnosis can be quite pleasurable as well. This does happen with some patients, and it's completely normal. It just means they are enjoying the experience. And now we'll see how hypnosis can even alter a subject's perception of reality.

"Colt, when I snap my fingers, you'll realize that you're alone in your own home. Still naked. Still so, so aroused. But all alone. And free to do whatever it is you would normally do when you're this horny, all by yourself."

At the sound of her snap, Colt started to stroke his cock and use his other hand to rub his nipple.

My own cock was hard and leaking at the sight, and I wished I could join Colt. But without permission from Professor Quinn, I was helpless.

"And that's just a fraction of the power of hypnosis. With the right training, you can have a subject do just about anything. Colt, when I snap my fingers, you'll remember where you are, but you won't be able to stop what you're doing. In fact you'll get even hornier. But your hand won't be able to satisfy you. You'll beg for someone, anyone to give you a blowjob."

Snap.

"Oh fuuuuck, I'm so horny," Colt moaned. "I'm so fucking hard. I need a mouth on my cock, please. I need it so bad!"

"Jack," the professor said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Your friend needs you. Get on your knees and suck his cock."

"Yes, professor," I said as I knelt in front of Colt. I had barely opened my mouth when my best friend grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down onto his cock. I tasted his sweat and precum as I started to suck.

"Fuck yes dude, that's good. Take my fucking dick bro! Just like that!"

"Good, Jack. Now you're starting to find that you enjoy sucking cock. And you're getting so horny having everyone watch you be a good, obedient cocksucker."

Yes... Colt tasted so good. I started to love the feel of his thick dick stretching my mouth. And everyone could see how much I loved it, how hard I was, naked and on my knees.

In my peripheral vision, I could see some students getting up and head for the door.

"Professor, this is going too far," one of them said.

"This is so fucked up," said another. I heard a repetitive metallic clacking. "Hey what the fuck!" They couldn't get out. Someone must have locked the door. Good, more people to watch me.

"Now class, you can't leave just yet," Professor Quinn said. "The demonstration isn't over until you've all experienced the power of hypnosis. Firsthand."

All that mattered to me was sucking Colt's cock. All that mattered was obeying. But still, I heard the noise escalate into a panic as students rushed towards the exit, more of them trying the locked door.

Then the lights went out. For a second, there was total darkness before the room filled with a soft, multicolored glow. I didn't have to look to know what it was. I had spent hours last night getting lost in it. The same high-pitched buzz started to play as well. The commotion instantly settled as the students started to fall into trance one by one, and Professor Quinn commanded them to go back to their seats and stare.

Colt grabbed by head and started to fuck my mouth as the professor commanded the class to strip. Professor Quinn was now naked as well, as she came back up to us.

"For being such good boys for me, both of you can cum. Colt, shoot it all over Jack's face."

"Yes, thank you professor!" He cried as pulled out of my mouth and let loose a massive load, soaking my face as I stroked faster and shot my own cum upwards, all over my stomach and cock.

"Good boys. Now, look at what your testing last night has helped me do."

I turned once again towards the class. Every single one of them was completely spaced out and entranced. And they were all naked, the men jerking their dicks, the women playing with their pussies.

The only sounds were the high-pitched buzzing, moans of pleasure, and their soft chanting. "We are horny, obedient slaves. We must obey."

If I looked closely, I could see Professor Quinn's hypnotic spiral reflected in their glazed over eyes.

The rest of the class time was devoted to a full-blown orgy, directed by Professor Quinn's hypnotic commands.

As another reward for my obedience, the professor commanded Becca to bend over in front of me. I came twice, deep in her wet pussy while Colt's cum was still warm on my face, and spend the rest of the time begging for more pussies to lick, and more cocks to cover me with their cum.

Colt fucked any open hole he could get his hands on, man or woman. More than once, he spread his legs to get his own virgin hole filled with a classmates' cock.

And of course, Professor Quinn took a turn on all the biggest cocks and wettest pussies, as the students they belonged to professed their unquestioning obedience to her. Colt and I were lucky enough to get to fuck her together. I could feel his cock thrust in and out of her ass while mine fucked her pussy, and the professor bent over to lick Becca's cunt.

Signing up for this class was a great idea. I would have to thank Colt again for pushing me to do it.