Disclaimer:
The usual. No one under eighteen (or your local legal age) allowed. No one who
is offended by male/male sex or mind control fantasies should continue. This is
fiction. Don’t mistake it for reality (as if anyone sane could). And finally, PLEASE, if you like this, write
one of your own for me to read!
by
Hyptrance
“And so
you see that real magic must deal with that which is impossible
in nature. Otherwise, how can you be certain that magic is involved in the
first place? To cast a spell that makes the princess fall in love with a
handsome prince or a brave knight is to cast no spell at all, as, left to her
own devices, she could just as easily fall in love with him anyway. True
sorcery would be demonstrated by making her fall in love with a troll, or a
kitchen table!” My master was on a roll, as he so often was, belaboring the
obvious. And yet he did have a point. How could I be sure I was learning
my lessons if the results were inconclusive? I needed a test case, something
unmistakable. Hmm…
Who am I?
My name is Josh Landon, boy wizard. What, you were expecting a handle like
Merlinus Jr., or the Great Shazaam? Get real! Magic is still around, but this
is the twenty-first century, and my folks named me after my grandfather, not
some Hyperborean demon god. I’m a reasonably normal (except for the sorcery
thing) eighteen-year-old guy living in a normal town in the good old US of A.
On the street you wouldn’t look at me twice. (Well, maybe you would look
twice, but only because my boy-next-door looks appealed to you. The girls at my
high school tell me I look like Robby from Seventh Heaven, although I
don’t see it myself.) The only other thing you need to know about me is that it
doesn’t matter to me what the girls think of my looks, because I like
the boys. The whole magic thing came about when my master approached me
(obviously I couldn’t have approached him) and offered instruction,
saying I had the potential. It took me all of two seconds to say yes. And since
then I have been receiving regular lessons in wizardry after school. I think
I’m getting pretty good at it, but, as I said, how can I be sure? It’s time for
a test and that lecture about princesses and love spells gave me an idea.
Right next
door to me live Mark Baker and (when he’s home from college) his brother Ken.
Ken, when he was still in our high school was the reigning stud, and Mark is
carrying on the tradition this year. Both of them are two-letter men (football
in the winter, baseball in the spring), both of them are tall, blue-eyed,
dark-haired hunks with faces to make Brad Pitt look ordinary and perfect bodies
(as a matter of fact, Ken was nick-named “the Ken Doll” in his yearbook), and
neither one, to my knowledge, has ever had a steady girlfriend, simply because
they’ve never settled for just one at a time. They are two of the most
dedicatedly, successfully heterosexual boys on the planet. It would take real
magic to make them do guy to guy stuff (and it would be a lot of fun) –
just the kind of trial run I was looking for.
Basically
there are two kinds of magic that would fill the bill for what I had in mind:
enchantment and a love/lust potion. Enchantment is a lot like hypnotism but
with a few important differences. For one, if it’s done properly it’s impossible
for your victim to resist it. For another, it can be accomplished whether he
cooperates or not. For a third, hypnotic suggestions, without periodic
reinforcement, deteriorate over time, while an enchantment lasts forever (or
until you remove it). And finally, while under traditional hypnosis your
subject will never do things against his moral code or his own self-interest.
Enchantment has no such limitations. Love/lust potions (and they are the
same potion, since even sorcery can’t create true love, but rather can only
force a compulsive sexual attraction that might become love if the
people really connect emotionally) are self-explanatory. Two spells, two
brothers, no waiting! Actually, there would be some waiting, since Ken
was still away at college, and besides, a good potion takes a long time to
brew. (If I got on it immediately, it would be done just in time for his return
home at Christmas.) But there was no reason I couldn’t work an enchantment on
Mark.
The first
thing I had to do was make a new magic wand. Don’t laugh! They exist, and they
look every bit as silly as you’d suppose, but we use them, and the bottom line
is: they work. This one was made from about a foot of willow twig off of
the tree in my back yard with a small focusing crystal set in one end. After I
constructed it, I said the proper incantation to activate the crystal, and it
immediately began to emit a soft, warm glow like the most comforting
night-light you ever had as a baby. It was so soothing to look at that I almost
enslaved myself before it occurred to me that I’d better stop admiring it.
After that it was just a matter of time until an opportunity to get at Mark
presented itself.
That
weekend my folks were at my grandmother’s helping her get her house ready for
cold weather. I had stayed home, ostensibly doing yard work around our house,
but really waiting for Mark to finish his chores next door. He mowed the lawn
(probably for the last time this year) and then began raking up grass clippings
and some of the early leaf fall. It was a hot day for late September, and he’d
taken off his t-shirt and tucked one end of it into his back pocket. The sight
of his tanned, muscular bod, gleaming with sweat, wearing only tight jeans,
loafers, and work gloves was making me hotter than the weather. As soon as he
had finished bagging the last of the leaves, I called over to him, “Hey, Mark,
can you come over for a second? I have something I want to show you.”
Mark waved
agreeably, stuffed the last trash bag into the garbage can, and sauntered over.
He isn’t exactly cocky, but there’s always that touch of attitude about him
that says he has the world by the balls and knows it. I looked forward to
changing that.
“Hey,
Josh. What’s up?”
“C’mon out
back. I want to show you something I found. It’s really cool.” I opened the
gate and he followed me into my back yard, and out of sight from any possible
observers. As soon as we were fully hidden, I said, “Check this out,” and
whipped out the wand. I began to wave it slowly before Mark’s face in a
circular pattern. His eyes immediately locked on the glowing crystal and began
to follow its motion.
“What the
hell is that?” he asked.
“It’s a
magic wand,” I answered. “I’m putting a spell on you.” I continued the mystical passes and his eyes
continued tracking them, his face beginning to go blank.
“You’re
not puttin’… spell ’n me… Tha’s… bull…shit… ’Sno… such…. thing….. as…… mag…….”
And then there was no more talk from young Mr. Baker. He stood completely
motionless except for his glazed eyes still following the path of the crystal.
All of the attitude, indeed, all of the personality, had vanished from his
countenance. He was totally in my power (and I was instantly hard). At my
command he followed me zombie-like into the house and up to my bedroom.
Up in my
room, I ran my hands all over his smooth chest, still slightly damp from his
exertions. He made no reaction whatsoever. I upped the ante, and began to lick
the sweat from his nipples. They began to contract, but Mark still made no move
to stop me, and continued to stare blankly straight ahead. This was so
cool! “Mark,” I said, “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
“Yes,
Master.”
I almost
came in my pants. I had known that having Mark under my spell would turn me on,
but I hadn’t realized just how incredibly erotic I would find his soft,
expressionless slave-voice. He stripped without haste, but efficiently,
revealing the rest of his fabulous body, including a porn-worthy cock. I
squeezed and fondled his ass, inserting one fingertip into the cleft to tickle
his moist pucker, and then I began to stroke his dick, gently, slowly,
teasingly. It began to grow.
“Mark, you
are my sex slave. Everything about me, everything I ask of you, turns you on
more than you have ever been turned on before. Everything and everyone that you
have ever found sexy up until this time now means nothing to you when compared
to the overwhelming desire you constantly feel for me.”
His cock
was instantly ramrod rigid, but his only other reaction was another
expressionless “Yes, Master”.
“I’m going
to snap my fingers, and when I do, you’ll be able to speak and act as you
normally do. You will, of course, continue to be my slave, but you will be
careful not to let anyone other than the two of us know that. Do you
understand?”
“Yes,
Master, I will act normal,” he droned.
I quickly
shed my clothing, pulled him down onto my bed, and snapped my fingers. It was
like suddenly turning on a light. Whatever it is that comprises the boy I know
as Mark was back in his eyes and face again. He gave me a sweet, sexy smile
(the one that had girls by the dozens damp in their panties), and in a soft,
intimate voice said, “Hey, Josh.” Then he kissed me, gently, tentatively at
first, but quickly deepening it until we were devouring each other’s mouths
like ravenous animals. All the practice he had from being with his many ladies
transferred to me just fine!
The next
few moments were an indescribable, feverish whirlwind of groping, stroking
hands, thrashing, tangling arms and legs, sweat slick bodies, and a feast of
tastes and smells. Mark was the most talented lover I’d ever seen (okay,
dreamed of, since, if you must know, I hadn’t really had one before). In next
to no time he had me moaning like a phone-sex hustler. Finally, when it was
either cum or have a stroke, I said, “You will let me fuck you, Mark.”
He grinned
impishly. “Yes, Master!”
I took a
condom out of my bed table drawer, but Mark reached over and took it away from
me. He tore it open and then proceeded to apply it to my cock with his mouth!
One of his girlfriends must have done this for him at some time, because he
certainly knew how to do it right. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. But
then when he lubed his hole, straddled me and lowered than perfect ass onto my
almost painfully hard erection, I knew I had. He fucked himself on my
prick until we both cried for mercy and came like fire hoses. After a couple
more excruciating milking movements, Mark slipped himself off of my spent prick
and fell forward onto me, his cum slicking between our bellies. We lay that way
for some time, kissing and nibbling each other gently while we relaxed from our
orgasmic high.
“God,
Josh, you’re incredible!” Mark sighed. (Okay, so under my spell he had
to think that. I still felt like the stud of all studs. I’ll take my validation
any way I can get it.)
“There’s
plenty more where that came from, and I want you to be available for it
whenever. But for right now, my folks will be back soon, so we have to get
cleaned up and get you out of here.” At my command, we exchanged tongue baths
to get rid of his cum (which almost got the whole thing started off again,
until I exercised what seemed to me to be almost superhuman self-control and
got us back into our clothes). As I walked him downstairs, I said, “I want your
brother to join us. What’s the best way to get him to come over here with you,
and then trick him into drinking a love potion?”
Thanks to
the enchantment, instead of laughing himself silly or slugging me, Mark
answered seriously, “I could hypnotize him, Master.”
Huh? I
couldn’t have heard that correctly. “Could you repeat that?”
“I could
hypnotize him, Master. When Ken and I were in junior high we played around with
it. I think he wanted to be able to hypnotize girls, and so he practiced on me.
I was never very good at going under, but I learned how to do it to Ken, and he
was real easy to put to sleep. I still do it to him now and again as a
prank. He always goes into deep trance, and he never remembers a
thing about it afterwards. If I told him to come over here with me and to drink
whatever you gave him, he would.”
Wow!
Little known facts about well-known people! I would certainly love to be a fly
on the wall during that exchange. Come to think of it, I could be, and
it would give me another chance to test a new spell. There are such things as
clairvoyance and clairaudience, and the magically crafted kind, when combined,
are as complete and accurate as a live-feed video camera. Quickly I outlined
for Mark exactly what I wanted him to do, and sent him off home. Of course, we
would have plenty of time to fine tune it, because Ken wasn’t coming home until
Christmas, and I planned on seeing a lot of Mark between now and then.
The only other thing left to do was to get on with my potion making, and wait
for the holidays.
My potion
was finally ready to go, and Ken had been home for a couple of days, so I
called Mark to set the plan in motion. Our families were used to us hanging out
together by now, though they were totally clueless about why, so my
telephoning aroused no suspicions. I ordered my slave to hypnotize his brother
that night, as soon as they were alone together in the bedroom they shared.
Then I cast my distance-viewing spell and keyed it to both brothers and to the
bedroom, so that it would alert me to pay attention only when all three
elements were together. I turned in early so as to be undisturbed whenever that
should happen.
At about
midnight I was suddenly looking into the Baker brothers’ bedroom. It was so
Abercrombie & Fitch I could hardly stand it. Both Mark and Ken were in the
act of stripping to their shorts in preparation for bed. Imagine the hottest
guy you’ve ever met, undressing before your eyes, completely unaware that he’s
being observed. Now, imagine two of him (one slightly older and buffer
than the other). Awesome! My hand reached into my sweats for my hardening cock
almost without my thinking about it.
“Shit,
Bro,” Ken was saying, “I’m not used to being this hard up. Angela just won’t
let me in, and I’m so hot for her that none of the competition is doin’
it for me. And she knows it. Man, that bitch is playing me like a fuckin’
harp!”
“Yeah,
those foxy chicks are all like that,” Mark agreed. “Let ’em know you’re
hooked, and they’ll make your life miserable. You need to find a way to shift
the balance of power back to you. Either that, or find a way not to care any
more. Maybe you should try to hypnotize her like when we fooled around in
junior high.”
Ken
snorted. “You know that stuff never worked worth a damn. Hell, I couldn’t even
get you to go to sleep, and you were trying!”
“Oh, I
don’t know about that. It worked better than you think. You just forgot about
‘Sleep, now’.”
To my
surprise, Ken’s eyes closed, his head drooped until his chin was resting on his
chest, and he stood, swaying gently, the picture of entrancement. Well, well,
well! At some point or other, sneaky little Mark must have booby-trapped his
brother’s mind with a trigger phrase! I wondered if it were left over from
their early teens, or if he’d done it more recently.
Mark had
continued speaking. “Just let go and drift, deeper and deeper asleep. Every
sound you hear, every sensation you feel sends you deeper and deeper. You love
this peaceful, relaxed feeling. You’ll do anything to feel it; anything I tell
you to do. Obeying my suggestions makes you relax more and more; makes you feel
better and better. You really love the way it makes you feel to obey me, don’t
you, Bro?”
“Love to
obey you,” Ken agreed sleepily.
“Yes, you
love to obey me and go deeper and deeper into trance.” Mark walked over to his
motionless brother, surveying his handiwork with evident satisfaction. “Ken, tomorrow
we’re going to go over to visit my friend Josh next door. When I suggest that
to you, you’ll think it’s a great idea. While we’re there, Josh is going to
offer you something to drink. You’ll find that you’re very, very thirsty, and
you will accept it gratefully, and drink it down to the last drop. Repeat those
instructions.” Ken did, in a delightfully sexy monotone. “When I clap my hands,
you’re going to wake up, feeling fine. You won’t have any memory having been in
trance or any awareness of what we said or did. You won’t realize that any time
has passed. And if you hear me say ‘Sleep, now’, you will instantly go back
under hypnosis, ten times as relaxed as ever before.” Then Mark clapped his
hands, and the Ken doll came back to life.
“You know
that stuff never worked worth a damn. Hell, I couldn’t even get you to
go to sleep, and you were trying!” Obviously Ken had checked back
in at the exact point where he had previously checked out.
“Yeah, I
know,” Mark said smugly, “As a Svengali, you were a real Svengoober!” Ken
pitched a pillow at his head.
At around
two the following afternoon, my doorbell announced the arrival of my two
neighbors. I’d chosen this time because I knew my parents were going to be away
all afternoon doing last minute shopping. When I opened the door, boys stood
there, looking incredibly fine. Ken was wearing khakis and a forty-niners
sweatshirt, while Mark sported his letter jacket over a white t-shirt and
(fairly tight) jeans. They could have stepped straight from the A&F
catalog. I could hardly wait! I invited them in, and after a few moments of
shooting the bull, offered to get us all something to drink.
Ken piped
up immediately, “Great! I don’t know what it is, but suddenly I feel like my
mouth’s been kiln dried. It must be your fireplace. I could sure use a soda.”
“Soda
coming up,” I said. “That okay with you, Mark?”
“Sure,
whatever.”
I went out
to the kitchen and poured three colas over ice. Then, into the left-hand one I
poured my potion. It dissolved instantly into the soda. I must admit, there was
a faint, musky, kind of sexy smell to the thing (not surprising considering
that one of the many ingredients was a little of my cum), but I figured
the scent of the cola plus the post-hypnotic compulsion would be enough to get
it down Ken’s throat before he had any second thoughts. I carried the glasses
back to the living room, making absolutely sure that Ken got the loaded one. He
downed his drink practically in one long swallow, and then, as the spell took
effect, went as rigid as his nick-namesake. He’d stay that way until I spoke
the accompanying incantation. (This is a necessary fail-safe built into any
good lust potion. Otherwise, by Murphy’s Law, your target will inevitably see
the wrong person first, and all your efforts will be wasted.)
“Help me
get him up to the bedroom, Mark,” I said.
“Of
course, master.” (Now that Ken was bewitched, my slave could revert to his true
nature without giving away any secrets.)
We were
able to get him to his feet, and then started walking him up the stairs. It was
a little like what it must be to work with a catatonic. Once he was in a
position, he would hold it until we moved him. Once a motion was started, he
would repeat it until we stopped him. I’d have to remember this if I ever tried
the potion again on someone. I would either have to use it on somebody small,
or else have somebody big lined up to help shift him. After not too much
bother, we succeeded in depositing the spellbound hunk on my bed. His usually
perfect dark hair was a little disheveled from the manhandling, and he looked
outrageously desirable.
The next
phase of the operation could be tricky. I had realized that, since I would be
giving Ken a love potion rather than enchanting him, I would have to find a way
around the resulting jealousy problems; either that, or give up his brother
(and I was not prepared to do that). After a bit of thought it had
struck me that the obvious solution was to have him fall in love/lust with both
of us at the same time; a three-way. Perfect, but the logistics were
complicated. He had to be in a position where he would see both of us at exactly
the same time. First, I turned my pictures to the wall, and took down my
Titanic poster, so that Ken couldn’t accidentally catch sight of and fall for
one of my parents or Leo DiCaprio. I also covered my mirror. (I didn’t want him
to fall in love with himself, either, and he was already halfway there to begin
with.) Then I pulled Mark over to stand beside me directly in front of his
brother’s uncomprehending gaze. I had him put his arms around me to hold me as
close as possible, and instructed him to keep his cheek touching mine. I
positioned Ken’s head, turning it until his eyes were aimed straight at our
side-by-side faces. When we were all in position, I spoke the activating
cantrip.
Suddenly
Ken’s eyes were back in focus, seeing what he was looking at. He stared
at us the way he used to stare at a Playboy centerfold (like a starving
man viewing dinner), his cock grew ramrod stiff making a huge tent in his
khakis, his face flamed as the blood rushed to his head, and then he fainted
dead away like some delicate Victorian maiden (except for the still rigid
hard-on). I guess that, for a previously one-hundred-per-cent-straight
lady-killer, the realization that he was in total heat over two teenage guys,
and one of them his brother no less, had been just too much for him to
process.
“Mark,
when I can get him to come around, I want you to hypnotize him right away,
before he conks out again. We have to make him be okay with what he’s feeling.
You know we’re not going to have any fun at all if he makes like a
romance-novel heroine every time he looks at us!”
“As you
say, master.”
(In case
you’re wondering why, if this could be done hypnotically, I bothered with magic
in the first place, let me remind you that the love potion made Ken want
to have sex with us. We wouldn’t be trying to get him to do something against
his will, which probably wouldn’t have worked. We’d just be removing a
conflict.)
I went
into my bathroom, filled a cup with water, and then began to flick drops from
it onto Ken’s unconscious face with my fingertips. He flinched, his eyelids
twitched, and then he opened his eyes blearily, struggling to rise, muttering,
“What the hell?”
“Sleep,
now!” Mark was right on cue, and we watched as his brother sagged back onto the
bed limp and docile. “Relax deeper and deeper,” the boy hypnotist continued, “Listening
to my voice, hearing only what I tell you, feeling safe and peaceful, no cares
or worries, feeling better and better the deeper you let yourself go. You want
to go deeper; you can’t help yourself. You must go deeper and
deeper, more and more relaxed, better and better, ten times deeper with
every single moment, with every breath you take, with every beat of your
heart.” Ken slept like a baby, a contented little smile on his face. (Of course
a baby doesn’t have a dick like a tent pole sticking up in his pants, but since
the voice of the hypnotist was also the voice of the little brother he was now
dying to boff, I can’t say his reaction was unexpected. It did make me wonder
if the lad was priapic. After all, you’d think that, between fainting and being
hypnotized, it would’ve softened a little. Not that I was complaining!)
“Mark,
make it so that he responds to my commands as well as yours.” I knew what I
needed to have his brother do, and this would be much less cumbersome than
filtering everything through Mark. He nodded. (Smart boy! Ken wouldn’t pay
attention to my request, but who knows how he would have interpreted his
hypnotist saying ‘yes, master’!)
Mark again
addressed his entranced subject, “Bro, in a little bit, when I touch you on the
shoulder, you’re going to be able to hear another voice besides mine. It’ll be
Josh’s voice, and you’re going to pay attention to it and follow all
Josh’s orders just the way you follow mine. Now, what’s going to happen
when I touch you?”
“Hear…
Josh… obey….” Ken must have gone really deep. He could scarcely speak.
Mark gave
his brother’s shoulder a friendly squeeze, which sent a shiver of pleasure
through the sleeping boy’s body. Then I stepped in.
“Ken, do
you hear me?”
“Hear you…
Joshh…”
“I’m going
to count to three, and you’ll be able to open your eyes, and speak normally.
You won’t wake up, however. You’ll keep right on going deeper into to trance,
just the way your brother told you to. One, two, three.” Ken’s eyes slowly
opened, and he looked at us placidly. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and
you’ll feel compelled to answer all of them. You’ll want to tell the truth and
not withhold anything. Telling the truth will feel incredibly good, and make
you relax more. You love telling me the truth, don’t you?”
“Yeah, it
makes me feel gooood.” Ken sounded like a pothead on a great high.
“What do
you feel when you think about your brother, Mark?” I asked him.
“ I love
my brother. Mark’s a really good kid.”
He was holding
out on me. “What else?”
Ken’s cock
twitched, and a little spot of dampness appeared at the peak of his tent, but
otherwise he appeared unagitated. “I want to kiss him. I want to take off his
clothes and touch and taste him all over. I want to make love to him ’til he’s
limp.”
There,
that was better! “And what do you feel when you think about Josh?” I switched
to the third person to encourage greater forthcomingness.
“Josh’s
one hot little fucker! I want to stick my cock in that sweet little mouth of
his and make him suck it until I cum all over his pretty-boy face. Then I want
to fuck him bow-legged.” (Let that ramrod into my ass? I don’t think!
He could have his jollies with his brother who, thanks to my training, was
really into it.)
While I
was digesting that last bit of information, Mark smoothly took over the
interrogation. “How do these thoughts and desires make you feel?”
“It’s not
right. I shouldn’t feel this way about another guy. I shouldn’t feel
things like that about my brother!” For the first time, Ken looked
vaguely saddened, although his prick continued to throb the message ‘yes, you
should, yes, you should’.
“You will
go deeper into trance, and forget all about that,” I commanded him sternly.
“From now on you know that it’s all right to want another man, and if he
wants you, it’s all right to do something about it. Mark and I both want
to have sex with you as much as you want to have sex with us. Right, Mark?”
“Yes,
Ma…n,” He caught himself just in time.
“So, Ken,
when we bring you out of your trance, you’re not going to resist any more.
You’re not going to hold yourself back at all. You’ll be happy to make hot,
sweaty love to either or both of us, any time we want you to. Won’t you?”
“Oh,
yeah!” Ken was now grinning dazedly.
“But you
won’t want to fuck Josh,” I added. “You’ll want to fuck Mark, instead, because
that’s what Mark likes. You’ll want Josh to fuck you.” Then I
told Mark to wake him up.
“Okay,
Bro, when I count to five you’re going to wake up feeling fine and really
horny. You won’t remember anything about fainting or being hypnotized, and
you won’t be surprised at being in the bedroom, because you won’t notice that
you don’t recall coming up here, and, since we’re all going to have sex, it’s
the obvious place to be. Any time either Josh or I say ‘sleep, now’, you’ll go
back into deep trance immediately. One, two, beginning to come up, three, four,
more and more alert, five, wide awake.”
Ken opened
his dark blue eyes and fixed us both with a stare of such smoldering invitation
that it should have left a vapor trail. “Don’t you guys think it’s a little hot
in here?” he purred. Then he whipped his sweatshirt off, revealing his awesome
torso, and leaned back onto the bed, his tented crotch thrust forward on
display.
“It’s
hotter than that,” I said. “Let’s get naked.” We were out of our clothes
as though they were on fire. I said, “Mark, give Ken head,” and, after an
enthusiastic ‘yes, master’, he went down on his brother with single-minded
devotion.
Ken had
just enough time to gasp, “Christ that’s great,” before I stopped his mouth
with mine. He returned my tongue kiss with interest, alternating between
exploring my body with busy fingers and caressing his brother’s face and hair.
I worked my lips down to Ken’s neck, his chest, his hard stomach, and finally
pushed Mark gently aside to take my own turn at cocksucking. Mark immediately
took over my vacated position, kissing his brother soundly. I began to lick
Ken’s balls. The smell of his aroused state coupled with the remains of some
kind of shower soap or cologne had me in orbit. God, if I could bottle it, I’d
make a fortune! When his ball sac began to tighten and draw up, I stopped my
ministrations. I didn’t want the lad to lose his load before the main event.
I eased
Ken’s mouth off of Mark’s cock (to which it had gravitated after they finished
kissing), and ordered Mark to suit his brother up and get ready to be fucked.
He obediently fetched condoms and lube, and in short order they were humping
like bunnies. I gave Ken the choice of sucking me off or having me inside him,
and, true to my posthypnotic command, he begged me, between gasps of pleasure,
to fuck his ass. Well, I’m nothing if not accommodating! It was a little
tough to gain access, as his hips were busy thrusting, but once I was lodged,
the ride was worth the trouble. It’s no wonder to me that Ken enjoys the
reputation he does; the boy has a gift. He controlled the fuck from both
ends until Mark and I were howling like wolves, before he finally drove us all
to a climax that probably registered on seismographs.
We all
collapsed side by side breathing like runners after a marathon. Ken panted,
“That was… That was… You guys were…” Words failed him. I knew exactly what he
meant.
We had
several more close encounters of the flesh kind before Ken had to return to
school at the end of the break. I took the opportunity to whip out my wand (no,
not that one; the magic wand) and enchant him like his brother.
It seemed in the long run to be a more adaptable, far-ranging form of control.
So now, sometimes I sleep with Mark, sometimes he sleeps with me (I arranged
for my little pet hypnotist to provide our respective parental units with
selective deafness to what goes on in our rooms). We’ll all be getting an
apartment together when Mark and I join Ken in college, but in the meantime, we
call him a lot. Sometimes we all just have phone sex, and sometimes either Mark
or I will say, “Sleep, now,” and then, as far as Ken’s concerned, he’s having real
sex with us. It makes his self-pleasuring extremely vocal and athletic.
Of course,
my master found out about what I’d been up to. (You try to keep a secret
from a sorcerer!) I was afraid he would turn me into a toad or something, but
all he said was, “You’re eighteen, and that’s old enough to make your own
choices. Just remember that power demands responsibility. So take good care of
your toys.” He paused a beat, “Or I really will turn you into a toad!”