My friend, the deceiving helper

As I’m walking to school on a Monday morning, still trying to get my brain to start working after having done nothing for the last ten hours, my friend, Jacob, bumps into me. He’s a bit shorter than me, has somewhat longish, dirty blond hair, unlike my short, brown bush on my head. He, again, unlike me, is very talkative in the morning. He just rambles on and on about all the homework they gave us, about how the teachers are treating us like kids, even at our ripe age of around 18. I just nod and keep walking.

We finally arrive at school, and enter our class, on time. As always. It’s quite a generic way of living, to be quite frank but I like it. The one thing I absolutely hate at school is my paranoia and fear of using public lavatories at school. The doors to the bathrooms seem to tower over the hallways, with a gloomy character to it. I always walk on the other side of the hallway. I’m so lucky I have a strong bladder, don’t know how I would go through the day if that weren’t the case…

My friend actually asked me plenty of times before, why I’ve never been to the lavatories. He is pretty much the only person that knows my little problem.
On that day at school, he gives me a scrap of paper, with letters on them. I look at them, and notice they are words, jumbled together to create a sentence. “Dude, you wanna come over after school?” I just nod my head instead of writing on it, since, seriously, that would be a waste of ink.

After school, I follow Jacob, and we get on the bus. A different bus that I usually take, of course, since I’m going to his place! I’m excited, actually. We arrive at his house half an hour later. We walk up to the front door, and he starts looking for his key. I’m starting to get a bit desperate to pee, since I haven’t gone in around 9 hours. He looks at me, tells me to chill out, and slowly opens the door. I start squirming around a bit, and run to the toilet the minute the door is open far enough for me to slide through.

As I finish up, I hear the TV blaring, MTV of course. I sneak up behind my friend and flick his right ear, scaring the crap out of him. He yelps and tells me to sit down. After a few minutes of watching the virtual world, he turns to me and starts talking in this really soothing voice, something I’ve never heard him do before. I have to say it really is relaxing, the way he’s suggesting how my body is starting to feel. It feels so good to have him tell me how I am supposed to feel, letting him take control. I let go of all my thoughts, worries, and let his words flow through my mind, trusting him completely. After all, he is my friend. Suddenly, I feel my right arm starting to move upwards, it feels so good to have it move up, since Jacob suggested I do it. He let me put it back down, and that’s when he started getting to the point.

“I know you are extremely pee shy. I noticed. You have a very strong bladder, now. This strength will begin to decline; you will not be able to hold it for a very long time anymore. Already now, you are starting to feel the need to pee emerge, the need to use the bathroom…” And he simply continues suggesting me for, I don’t know how long, but very long. I really do start feeling that desperate need to go to the toilet, which is weird because I went not too long ago.

A few minutes later, my body seems to come back from it’s numbness, as Jacob is taking me back out of trance. When I’m absolutely back to my primary state, I look at him with a questioning glance. He just shrugs and acts like nothing happened and we’ve been watching TV for the entire time.
I suddenly ask him, “How did you do that?” He merely pointed to a certificate, hanging on the wall. I look at it, and staring back at me is a picture of an older version of Jacob. Namely, his dad. The writing next to his picture says that he’s a professional hypnotist. My eyes start widening, as I have not known that. I look at him, and, all of a sudden get up and run to the toilet, just managing to make it on time. When I’m done, I sit next to him again, relieved at having made it. I sigh and we keep watching TV. He then starts talking about sports, about various kinds of sports. He asks me what my favorite sport is, and I tell him, “Baseball”. The moment I said it, I feel a weird kind of surge go from my tummy to my privates. I blush a bit, trying to ignore that feeling, and ask him. He answers with, “Football”, and again, another surge. Jacob then tells me about how much he loves baseball as well, just like basketball and other ball sports. I suddenly start to get really horny, every time he said ball. He comes closer to me and keeps naming sports with the word “ball” in it, making me get more and more aroused.

“Dude, what are you doing?” I ask him, wondering what is going on with me.

“I planted some triggers in you, I guess you just don’t remember them, now do you.”
He suddenly pokes my left shoulder, and I instantly and accidentally moan, unable to control my horniness. I must not have noticed my right hand moving into my pants, when Jacob starts laughing. I let out one final moan, creating a tiny wet patch in the front of my pants.

I just sit there, in shock at what just happened, going really red. He smiles and turns back to the television. I’m still shaking. I slowly get up, and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up, by taking a shower.

Later at night, we got ready to go to bed. I’m pretty sure most people are already in their land of dreams. I fall asleep pretty quickly, wondering how things will be in the future, already concerning my pee shyness, and how I’ll be able to handle that. I wake up at around 10:30 AM, look to my right and see Jacob, still asleep. I turn around, onto my back, and suddenly feel very weird. I look under the covers and notice that the bed is completely soaked! Jacob must have had something to do with this. Nevertheless, I notice my face flush and really quietly try to get out of bed and change and shower before he wakes up.
I manage to squirm out of my bed, stand up, take some clothes with me, put the cover back onto the bed and walk to the door without him noticing anything. I start opening the door when I hear Jacob, asking, “You wet the bed, didn’t you?” I just get out of the room and clean myself up.

School on the next day was different than the generic day. Already 2 classes after the day has begun, my bladder was going crazy. I so desperately needed to pee. I forgot about my shyness, only thinking about relief, when I run into the bathroom and use it. For the first time ever, a public one. A few hours later, I needed it again. I was on my way to the bathroom, when Jacob followed me in. It was just us two and one other guy. Right before going to one of the stalls, Jacob keeps saying “Ball, ball,…” and again, I start getting hot. The other guy just finished up at the urinal, turns around and sees me, backed up against the bathroom stall door, masturbating. He gawks at me and gets out of the bathroom as quick as possible, probably disgusted by my behavior.

I just look at Jacob, shake my head and use the bathroom, weirdly enough, oblivious about the fact that my underwear was still on. I finish up, walk out of the bathroom, and go back to class, the damp underwear showing through my pants. My friend, Jacob, might have helped me overcome my stupid pee shyness, but he went beyond the boundaries. I’m not going to be able to get through the nights without protection anymore, and I have to watch that I get through the days all right as well. I manage to get in contact with his father though, so he can straighten me out again, especially in respect to the trigger. However, Jacob and me are still friends, and he is teaching me the art of hypnosis, a very complex, yet simple thing…