“So what do you plan to do?”
“I want you to hypnotize him again. Something tragic must’ve happened when they immigrated to New Zealand. I don’t know what it is, but we both would like to find out.”
Jack sighed deeply, stuck his hands into his pockets, and moved over to the window. He gazed out onto the traffic jam below, and Jason walked up and stood beside him.
“How long have we known each other?” Jack asked.
“A long, long time,” Jason replied. “So long that I can’t remember.”
“When we were together in university, I thought that I had really known you, but you hid it well. I know that you never dated, but I thought it was because you were concentrating on your studies.”
Jason smiled, reached out, and placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“When did you find out?”
“Do you remember Chloe’s friend, Rita?”
“How could I forget her? She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. That was the only time in my life I regretted being gay, but that was only for about an hour or so.”
“I thought that no man in his right mind would say no to a woman who looked like her. That’s when I started having doubts about you. It all started to make sense when Gabriel came onto the scene, and I saw the way you looked at each other. I realized you were gay.”
“But you never let it stand in the way of our friendship.”
“Of course not. You are like a brother and I wouldn’t disown my brother because he is gay.”
“Thanks, Jack. What would I have done without your friendship all these years?”
“You would’ve done exactly what you’re doing now.”
“I love you, my brother.”
“Listen, Jason, I’ve got a very busy month coming up. I’ll check my schedule and see what I can do.”
“I’ll tell Gabe that you’ve agreed to see him.”
“Let me talk to Chloe, and we’ll have you both over for dinner, sometime before we start our sessions.”
Jason stared at his friend and a smile crossed his face.
“What?” Jack asked.
“You’re getting soft, my friend.”
“That’s because I love you. I think I’ll concentrate on the lover this time. What was his name?”
“Maybe that’s where the problem lies.”
“Maybe Nicholas Duffy does hold the answers to Gabe’s nightly torment.”
“Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do. I’ll concentrate on Nicholas Duffy this time around.”
* * * *
Two weeks later
Gabriel lay down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.
“How do you feel?” Jack asked, looking down at him.
“A little nervous,” he replied, rubbing his hands together nervously. “I don’t know what to expect, but I’ve got to do this.”
“We’re just waiting for Jason and as soon as he’s here, we’ll start.”
“Yes, I want him here before we begin this.”
“I’ve decided to concentrate on Nicholas Duffy today, if you don’t mind.”
“That’s okay. You do what you think is best.”
“Today I’ll start recording the sessions. That way you can listen to them at home. It would be easier than having Jason give you a blow-by-blow description of today’s discussion.”
“That makes sense. It would be interesting to hear my own voice.”
“I wish I had done it with the last set of sessions, but I hadn’t expected it to be so lengthy.”
The hinges of the door squeaked and Jason quietly walked in and took a seat in the closest chair.
“We were waiting for you,” Jack said, taking a seat close to Gabriel.
“Good,” he replied, staring over at Gabriel. The two men exchanged glances, and Jason gave him a reassuring smile.
“Are you ready, Gabriel?” Jack asked.
“I am,” he said softly.
“I am going to turn on the recorder, so now I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.”
Jack’s soothing voice reached into his head, filling his ears and his mind. The room was still and all that could be heard was Gabriel’s breathing, getting slower and slower as he slipped into a deep sleep.
“I think he’s ready,” Jack said. “Hello, Damien, can you hear me?”
“Yes, I can hear you.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Cold,” he whispered.
“Why are you feeling cold?”
“It’s damp. The room is damp. It’s cold and it stinks to high heaven.”
“Why does it stink?”
“Unwashed bodies and dirty shoes.”
“Where are you?”
“In the sleeping quarters with all the other sheep shearers.”
“Let’s retrace our steps, Damien. You have just taken a long journey with Nicholas, haven’t you?”
“Where did you come from?”
“Barbados. Beautiful Barbados,” he said, a smile crossing his face.
“And where are you now?”
“In New Zealand. It’s so cold.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes, we’re both happy, but I don’t like the cold,” he said, a shudder in his voice. “I wish we were together, back in Barbados. I can hear the waves beating on the rocks at Bathsheba. Nicholas sometimes thinks we made a mistake coming here.”
“Why does he think that, Damien?”
“We were so happy back there. We worked hard, but we also had fun.”
“Don’t you have fun down there?”
“Not as much as we did in Barbados. We both loved the warm weather. I miss the rum and I also miss swimming in the ocean.”
“Now, Damien, I would like to talk to Nicholas today. Is that all right with you?”
“Is he there with you?”
“Yes, he is. He’s also feeling cold.”
“I’ll give you a few minutes, and then we can continue.”
Jack stretched out his legs to make himself comfortable and waited a few moments before continuing.
“Nicholas, can you hear me?”
He moaned before replying. “Yes, I can hear you.”
“I want you to tell me your feelings. I want to hear everything. I want to know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. Tell me how you feel about Damien.”
“Kiss me,” Nicholas whispered.
Their lips met, and Nicholas, finding an opening, swept his tongue into Damien’s mouth. They were like two teenagers sharing their first kiss, their hearts beating like drums. Damien moaned into Nicholas’s mouth. Their tongues wrangled, and Nicholas crawled on top of Damien, held his head in both hands, and kissed him with his soul. He could feel Damien’s cock growing rigid beneath him.
“I wish I could look into yer eyes,” Nicholas whispered. “Yer know how I like to see yer every emotion in those green eyes when I make love to yer.”
Damien was too aroused to reply. He kept on moaning as Nicholas’s hand started to explore every contour of his body.
“Yer feeling really cold,” Nicholas whispered in his ear. “Yer nipples are hard.”
“That’s not all that’s hard,” Damien murmured, turning Nicholas over and climbing on top of him. “Can you feel it?”
“Yes, I can. I’ve also got a surprise for yer.”
Damien ran his hand between Nicholas’s legs and came upon that long, thick surprise, wet and oozing with liquid charm.
“Is this for me, Nicholas?”
“It’s all yers. I’ll just lay back and let yer take care of me.”
“What do you want me to do? It will be my pleasure tonight to serve you, Nicholas.”
“I love it when yer talk like that, my sweet Damien,” he said, pulling Damien’s head down to his and washing his soft parted lips with his tongue, “My cock is so hard, it hurts. Help me.”
“How can I help you?” Damien asked, pumping Nicholas’s cock with long, slow strokes.
“That’s a good start,” Nicholas said, lifting his body to Damien’s touch.
Damien worked his way down Nicholas’s torso and stopped at his hard nipples, licking and sucking on those hard buds. Nicholas threw his legs around Damien’s waist and held him tightly.
“Not yet,” Damien whispered, releasing his body from his lover’s hold. “I’ve only just begun.”
“What are yer going to do to me?”
“I’m going to lick you from your head all the way down to your toes,” he whispered. “And then I’m going to take that delicious cock between my lips, and suck on it until you scream out my name in ecstasy.”
“Oh god, Damien. Tell me what else yer want to do to me.”
“I want to hear those sweet, little cries you make when you get excited.”
“Do it to me, my sweet Damien.”
Damien slid down his body, his tongue licking every crevice as he went. Nicholas’s cock was at full mast, staring Nicholas in the face, and when Damien administered the first lick, Nicholas’s body shuddered. Suddenly he jumped up, took something from the top of a box, and returned to the task at hand. Nicholas saw the beam of light and knew that Damien had brought out his flashlight.
“I like to see what I’m eating,” he said, again fisting Nicholas’s oozing cock.
He prodded Nicholas’s thighs apart and gazed at the delicious sight. A prominent thick blue vein, running the length of his cock was pulsing like a beating heart. Damien lapped at it, the point of his tongue traveling from the root all the way to the smooth head, and when he dipped his tongue into the slit, Nicholas yowled, welcoming that delicious intrusion. He then wrapped his lips around the head, sucking hard until his cheek formed two hollows.
“Yes, Damien. That’s good, Damien. Ooooo! I missed that delicious tongue,” he said, directing the beam at the top of Damien’s head.
Damien’s head was moving up and down, slowly along that thick piece of flesh. Nicholas kept watching those lips, and he raised himself to his elbows, hoping for a better view. He lifted his hips to meet those long strokes, but as ecstasy raged through his body, he dropped his head back to the blanket to enjoy those pleasurable moments.
“Damien,” he whispered. “Turn around.”
“Why?” he asked, temporarily lifting his head.
“I want to make you feel good too. Come on, Damien. Turn around before I blow my load.”
Damien turned around and quickly attacked that shaft again.
“Yer ass is cold,” Nicholas said, pulling Damien’s butt cheeks closer to his lips. “Mmm! You taste good, too, but you still smell like a sheep.
“So do you! So do…”
He never finished the sentence because Nicholas’s cock interrupted the conversation, lodging itself between his lips. Slurping, smacking, licking, grunting, and whimpering sounds escaped their lips. Damien felt Nicholas’s cock swell between his lips as they both moved their hips in sync, pumping and gyrating to unheard music. Nicholas felt a finger slip inside his tight ass and welcomed it, and soon that solitary finger turned to two. Nicholas released Damien’s cock from between his lips, and stroking it slowly, he watched the smooth, broad, purple head appear and disappear with each movement of his hand. Suddenly a growl escaped Nicholas’s throat.