chapter ii

In front of the motel, Philbert was already regretting leaving his home. Taking advantage of his parents already in bed, seeing a man twice his age, and most importantly, with only two cans of spray whipped cream in his briefcase... he didn't quite know how to describe that feeling, but he realized that maybe Scott was being such a show-off because he could, he had paid his dues at a very young age, and years later he was in the Encourager Olympus because he had earned it. Because he wasn't clumsy, he wasn't insecure, and he didn't have a mollusk body. In simpler terms, he wasn't Philbert Beese.
The motel was the typical small-town U.S. motel: half-broken neon light, bare front yard, random palm trees in the most random places, and stairs on all sides. Spring had arrived, the air hit Phil's mullet and fluttered his purple gypsy-print shirt.
He was just about to turn on his heels when, from the second floor, the door to room number 13 opened. The light behind Carl's back gave him an eerie of mystery. Phil could only see a huge black spot surrounded by a yellow aura. He waved his hand to greet him and the shy encourager could do nothing but swallow nervously.
The time to take the stairs and enter the room passed so quickly that Phil almost didn't notice that he had moved from the entrance of the motel. In person, Carl was taller, more toned, more tanned. The arms covered with Maori tattoos made Phil even more embarrassed. In the picture he had a pot belly, in real life he was just a bit bigger than him.
Scott had told him about some very powerful and masculine men who hid a submissive side, but from the abrupt way Carl greeted him in the room before lighting a cigarette, Phil couldn't get over the sense that something was off.
"You look thinner than in your profile pic" the tall man commented, just glimpsing at him with the corner of his eye.
Phil wanted to say something on the line of "It's fine, you're the one who's gonna look pregnant by the end of the session", but there was a certain energy that Carl was spreading in the motel room that simply made it impossible for Phil to be sassy.
"Sit down" Carl added. Philbert obeyed, opening his backpack and putting the two Chantilly cream cans on the mattress. When the forty years old beast turned around to look at him, he grinned. He arched his eyebrows, before nodding and exhaling the smoke.
"You like cream, I see."
Something wasn't right, Phil could tell that by the authoritative, taunting voice Carl used while talking to him. Maybe he should have just left the room and run as fast as he could on his bike.
"Y-Yeah, hope you like it too."
"Oh, no, Phil. I'm the encourager between the two."
"Well, but I don't-"
Carl snuck over to the bed. The cigarette dangling between his chapped lips gave him a very adult, dark, at times disturbing appearance. "I can tell by your eyes. You're a piggy."
"You must have misunderstood, on my profile I say I'm an encourager."
He laughed while imprisoning the cigarette between two fingers and pulling it away from his mouth. He tilted his head in profile to avoid smoking on Phil. Carl’s profile exuded an even more powerful look: "Don't worry, I have some experience with pigs that have gotten out of the fence."
Phil wasn't the only one to be scared, his cock was creeped out too. If he had been a gainer, he would have known by now.
Carl threw a hand on his chest and pushed him, causing him to lie on the bed. Philbert tried to resist, to get up, but the man with the maori tattoos kept pushing him until, out of breath, the young man gave up.
"Get ready, Phil," he whispered, putting his hands behind his back, "I'm about to change your life."
From the back pocket of his washed-out jeans, Carl pulled out a Chevreul pendulum.
"You’re insane!" Phil commented, trying to stand up again. Unfortunately, the 40-year-old man's body had pinned his. His skinny thighs were water passing under the bridge formed by the hypnotist’s legs stretched out on the mattress.
Lowering his gaze to his imprisoned body, Phil noticed a huge bulge in Carl's pants. He looked up to meet his face. His pupils had enlarged out of all proportion; that evil smirk was giving him the creeps.
Philbert was worried, but something in Carl's aura kept him staring. He began to tremble as he realized he was no longer in control of his gaze. He felt his eyes drop a few inches and meet the pendulum.
After that, complete darkness.