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Dennis knew he never should have taken his chief attending’s offer to use his private beach house for the weekend… but the deal seemed so nice; it was gonna be perfect, warm weather for the weekend before a week of thunderstorms and gloomy weather. So of course, when Robby had offered he come stay with him for the weekend to enjoy the beach and warm weather, Dennis jumped at it.
Michael Robinavitch seems like just the kindest, most caring and competent man. Middle aged, chief of emergency medicine at a urban hospital in south florida, and a charismatic personality; Robby has always seemed so… trustworthy.
“You can take my guest room, it’s just down the hall.” Robby called to Dennis as he presumably went to put his own things away in his bedroom. Dennis peeked his head into what was obviously a guest room that overlooked the beach just outside. It was beautiful. He smiled and set down his backpack and small suitcase, Robby is so generous to let me stay here. He thought, feeling the soft bedsheets and then moving over to the window to look out at the ocean and the setting sun.
“It’s gonna be 90 degrees tomorrow. Not a single cloud on the forecast.” Dennis jumped and gripped his chest as Robby spoke. He turned around and looked at the older man who chuckled in response to the boy’s reaction. Dennis smiled and laughed with him, feeling stupid. “That sounds nice.” He said, admiring the bedroom still.
Robby smiled and took a step past the threshold of the room, tilting his head and looking at the young man, examining him, scrutinizing him. “Do you have everything you need?” He lowered his voice, sounding softer, gentler now. Dennis shook himself from his thoughts and looked at him again. “I think so... I have clothes and sunscreen and money-” He was cut off when Robby heard enough. “On second thought, don’t you worry about any of that. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” He smiled, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest, his scrubs squeezing his fat biceps as he did.
Dennis gulped; he never really thought about how big Robby was, not in any sexual sense. He never saw his boss that way, but he made Dennis feel so little and intimidated around him, even if Robby had proved himself to more of a big, protective teddy bear. He tried to stop being so nervous; it was rude to treat such a good, generous man like a predator because he offered up so much as his home for Dennis to stay at to enjoy a weekend off. “Thank you.” He forced out, looking down bashfully.
Robby smirked, he’s just too easy. He thought, looking at the unsuspecting intern. Dennis was more muscular than he seemed; it was obvious that he had grown up doing manual labor. Robby would have to get him to lose some of that muscle mass; it wasn’t attractive to him. “Well, I am gonna cook dinner. Does coconut shrimp sound okay?” He finally said after a few moments of silence. Dennis perked up at the promise of food, “Yes! That sounds amazing, thank you.” He wanted to be as polite as he could, to show his gratitude. And the truth was he loved coconut shrimp, so he had no problem accepting the offer.
Robby stepped back out of the room to go into the kitchen; “You can get settled in your room or come out and join me, no pressure either way.” He called out to the young man, tugging his scrubs off to reveal his bottom layer which was a loosely fitted white beater that proved his sheer strength and thickness. Dennis just stood there for a moment, dumbfounded by Robby’s confidence and self assurance. “Um… I might wanna just unpack first,” Dennis spoke up softly, looking a bit nervous.
Robby smiled to himself, out of the boys view. “That’s alright, you meet me out here whenever you’re ready.” Robby called back, starting on the meal he was cooking. He didn’t want to startle his new project too soon, it would make him harder to break in. The gentler he was, the easier it was to lull an unsuspecting and vulnerable subject into his trap.
The sun was nearly fully set by the time Dennis had come out, his suitcase emptied into the drawers of the room. Robby had completed the coconut shrimp and plated them with some rice, just to make the meal a bit more filling. Dennis’s mouth watered. “Margarita?” Robby offered, holding a freezing shaker up to show the boy he was already marking them. “Please, that sounds wonderful.” Dennis smiled, feeling spoiled, and guilty about it.
Robby turned his back to the boy and filled two glasses that had perfect salt rims and cut limes on the side. He set it down in front of Dennis who picked it up with two hands and sipped it. He squinted and sucked his cheeks in at the strong, but good flavor. He never had a margarita that tasted this good, he smiled up at Robby who was watching expectantly. “Good?” He prompted, watching with his own drink in hand. “Very. It’s just strong.” He laughed, taking another, bigger sip.
Good boy. Robby thought, keeping his whole demeanor as relaxed and unsuspicious as possible. Dennis was falling for it totally. “We can get up early tomorrow and go over to the beach if you want, nobody really comes over to my side over here so you’ll have the whole beach to yourself.” Robby offered, watching Dennis eating and drinking greedily. Oh he isn’t lasting a day. He reveled, sipping and drinking patiently, much more intent on feasting his eyes on the sight in front of him.
“Yes that sounds good. What time?” Dennis spoke up after another sip of his now half empty margarita, choking on it a bit and starting to feel that calming, woozy drunkenness hit him like a truck, as it normally did anytime he went out with trinity. “I’ll wake you up, don’t worry about it.” Robby promised, wiping his beard with a napkin before taking both empty plates to the kitchen. “You want another drink?” He offered, looking back discreetly at Dennis who was leaning back and taking deep, conscious breaths. Oh he’s feeling good. He smirked.
“I shouldn’t.” Dennis slurred very slightly, standing and following Robby into the kitchen. “It’s okay, why don’t you put your swimsuit on and go out to the pool and I’ll meet you out there.” Robby practically commanded. Dennis felt rude to say no, so he obeyed. Robby hummed happily to himself as he watched Dennis pad out to the back deck and then the in ground pool Robby had. Robby filled the younger man’s glass once again and brought it out to Dennis who was sitting nervously at the edge of the pool, swishing his feet in the warm water.
“Why have a pool when there’s a whole ocean under 200 steps away?” Dennis laughed, a bit looser and calmer now. Robby smiled and handed the glass to Dennis, now drinking a water himself. He couldn’t get too drunk, not when he had work to do. “The ocean isn’t always warm, I can warm this pool in thirty minutes max.” Robby replied, pulling his shirt off and sitting so close to Dennis it made the poor boys breath catch in his throat. “You alright?” Robby crooned, leaning over to examine Dennis’s flushed face and pursed lips,
“Yeah I’m fine. This is just a lot of alcohol.” Dennis forced out, his lips trembling. He felt off, like there was something other than alcohol in that margarita. “That’s alright. Why don’t you just look at me, Dennis.” Robby crooned, his fingers pulling the younger man’s soft chin toward him. Dennis then noticed Robby’s physique and felt like he may pass out. I’m not fucking gay. Why am I being this way? Dennis thought, looking the thick, strong and hairy man looming over him.
Robby looked the young man over like he was prey, and he was. Dennis started to feel tingly, his mouth too dry and too wet at once, his eyes now trained solely on Robby’s. “Good job! Keep looking into my eyes.” Robby reached into his pocket and Dennis narrowed his eyes briefly at the sound of a sharp click.
“You must be so sleepy aren’t you, Dennis?” It wasn’t a question, more of a suggestion. “Robby, what are you doing?” Dennis gasped, his breathing becoming more shaky and his voice higher pitched. He felt like he couldn’t pry his eyes off of Robby’s. “Don’t worry about that, Dennis. I want you to just listen to the sound of my voice. Isn’t it so nice? Doesn’t it make you feel so calm?” Robby started redirecting, grabbing the boys focus back easily each time it drifted away.
“Robby-“ Dennis was cut off this time. “I want you to imagine yourself drifting off into that ocean out there. You hear those waves? That’s right, you’re just drifting off, taking deep breaths and letting the waves take you.” Robby soothed, cupping Dennis’s cheek and feeling him relax and tense, relax and tense over and over again. With each little bit that he would try to fight out of the trance Robby was putting him into, he would sink further down into the waves. “Wow, you are doing so good!” Robby praised, noticing the way the boys ears registered the click that came along with it. “Now, when I snap my fingers, I want you to sink even deeper. I want you so relaxed and far away in those lovely ocean waves that you can’t even think of trying to resist anymore. Why would you? This feels so good, doesn’t it?” Robby kept laying more and more suggestions into the boys head, really taking his time to make sure they stuck outside of the trance.
Dennis’s mouth fell open and he looked at Robby with his signature sad puppy eyes, completely weak to the older man’s assault on his brain. Robby would start small tonight since he needed Dennis to be unaware of any artificial changes in his behavior for a while. After a few more minutes of speaking gently and snapping his fingers, watching Dennis unravel and relax, he started the first permanent change in the boys behavior.
“When you wake up Dennis, you’re gonna feel so good and refreshed. You won’t remember this trance at all. But tomorrow, you’ll start to find yourself totally enamored with my looks. I will be so attractive to you and it won’t feel weird to you, because it won’t seem gay.” Robby explained, still caressing the boys cheek. “You’ll start sneaking peaks at me when you think I’m not looking, you’ll think about me when you get hard… my voice, my body, my eyes… it’s all gonna make you obsessed, but you won’t really know why. You’ll try to hide it and keep it all a secret, because I don’t know anything about this.” Robby went on, getting as specific as he could to get the desired effect on the young man.
Dennis merely took each word and locked it into his subconscious, his brain molding itself around Robby’s words. It was all true, everything he said was true and it did feel good. So good it made him wanna fall forward and rest his face against his shoulder. But he didn’t, he just wasn’t told to. “Okay Dennis, you’re starting to rouse now. Coming up slowly, starting to float, starting to swim now.” Robby started bringing him back to consciousness, watching him lick his lips and close his mouth. There you are. Robby thought, petting his hair lovingly and keeping him upright. “I think those margaritas were a bit too strong, Dennis. My apologies, why don’t I get you to bed?” Robby changed his tone the very instant he saw Dennis was lucid enough to remember what was happening.
“Yeah… yeah sorry am I being crazy?” Dennis got anxious, self conscious as Robby pulled him up and into his absolutely fucking gorgeous side. How did he never realize before just how perfect this man looked? It was like… he was just perfect. Dennis couldn’t fully finish his thoughts, he was still loopy, and very drunk and high off of his margaritas. “No! No you’re okay, I just don’t want you to start feeling sick.” Robby reassured, not bothering to dry him off before bringing him inside and into his guest room. Dennis stumbled and sat on the edge of his bed, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact with the specimen in front of him. “Do you need help getting undressed and tucked in? Or do you think you can handle it?” Robby chuckled, watching Dennis sway back and forth. Yes please! Give me a bath and tuck me into bed right next to you. Dennis thought before shaking his head to reorient himself, starting to get uncomfortable with his own thoughts.
“Dennis?” Robby prompted, grabbing his attention again with ease. “Yes! I-um I can get to bed myself, I think.” Dennis struggled, crossing his arms over his chest self consciously. Robby nodded thoughtfully and smiled. “Okay then, I’ll wake you up in the morning, dear.”