Beach Blanket Bingo

By Albatross

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Chuck and Phil arranged their beach chairs and watched the Hawaiian surf roll

in and out. They whistled at the young girls passing by on the beach and

smiled smugly as the girls showed interest in their chiseled bodies. They had

been buddies since college and had an ongoing bet to see who could charm

the panties off a girl of their choosing. With their girlfriends out shopping for the

day, it was the perfect time to resume their old hobby.

"Hey, look at the tits on that one, Chuck."

"Not too shabby, but you need to separate her from the herd if youÕre going to

go after prey like that."

"How about the blonde in the white bathing suit? She was checking me out in

the lobby. ItÕll be candy from a baby," said Phil.

"I think I see your type over there. That fag in the banana hammock," said

Chuck.

"Very funny. Look at him. They should have separate beaches for flamers like

that."

"Or at least some stringent laws about wearing Speedos."

When they looked up, a waiter was standing over them with a tray of drinks.

The waiter glared, then quickly smiled tightly and handed them their beers.

"Have you gentleman seen the waterÕs natural phenomenon?"

"Huh?" said Chuck.

"At this time of day, they say the light on the water creates something similar to

the aurora borealis. Just focus on the horizon and watch how the light dances

over the wavesÉ.in and outÉ.up and downÉSome people say it becomes a

part of themÉbreathing inÉ.and breathing out with the wavesÉ.beautiful

colors formingÉ.rich magentasÉ.and lavenderÉ..and goldÉ.so beautifulÉso

peacefulÉgiving up everything to be with itÉ.like a sea of memoriesÉ.and we

are made from memoriesÉmade to completely surrenderÉ..

The waiter lulled on as Chuck and PhilÕs minds wandered off into the beautiful

colors. They could hear the waiter from far awayÉso far away.

"And awake," said the waiter.

Chuck and Phil groggily returned to consciousness.

"Well, my little pets are all wakey wakey now arenÕt they," said the waiter.

"Listen, you little fuck, a piece of shit waiter like you doesnÕt call me a pet. IÕllÉ"

"Hush my pet", said the waiter.

And Chuck found that his voice was gone. Chuck stood to attack the waiter.

"Sit back and relax, my pets. You may speak now, but do not draw attention to

us."

Chuck fell back into his beach chair and both guys found that their bodies were

strangely relaxed while their minds were racing with panic.

"As a waiter, IÕve found that manners are a very important part of life. ItÕs what

helps us all relate to each other. Sadly, you have not been taught these simple

rules in life. ItÕs why you treat women as objects, and lifestyles you no nothing

about with fear."

"Listen you pervert, I donÕt know what you put in our drink or what youÕre trying to

pull, but IÕm gonna have your jobÉ" said Phil.

"What an excellent idea," said the waiter. "IÕm sure we could arrange for you to

be a waiter after your training. But it looks like weÕve got years and years of bad

habits to undo."

They both struggled, but the fear was building up more and more as they found

they were helpless.

"Why donÕt you tell me about yourselves. What are your names?" "Remember

you must always answer me truthfully."

"Chuck"

"Phil"

"Well, Chuck is just too masculine for your new image, so letÕs call you

Charles. You prefer to be called Charles. You always have. Right Charlie?"

"I prefer Charles," said Chuck. Of course, he had always preferred Charles, but

something just didnÕt seem right.

"And Phil seems a little casual. YouÕve always been known only as Phillip,"

said the waiter.

"Listen, Phillip and I donÕt want any trouble. Just let us go and we can let this

whole thing go," said Chuck.

"Well that was easy. I think its time to make a few more changes. Have either

of you guys ever sucked a cock?"

"Of course not. Never"

"Please, I know you can control us, but donÕt make us into cocksuckers. IÕve

never done anything like that and I never will," said Phil.

"Tell me about the first time you two met, " said the waiter.

"It was in college a few years ago. We were assigned as roommates. Phil

moved in with this huge stack of girl on girl porno and I knew we would be great

friends," said Chuck.

"No, when you moved in together, you found his boy on boy porno and new that

you had found a new boy toy.

"No, stop it," said Chuck.

But even as Chuck was speaking, he could feel his memories changing.

Synapses slowly reconnecting.

The waiter continued, "You fell in love with Phil the first time you saw him in the

shower. So young. So smooth. Rock hard biceps. Chiseled abs. You

became instantly erect and fell into his soapy arms. You lathered his body inch

by inch until Phil fell to his knees and sucked on your hard cock until you

exploded with a force more powerful than ever before. It erased every kiss,

touch, and sex youÕd ever had with girls. Since then, only his hand, tongue, or

hole can bring you to orgasm. You knew you would be a gelding with the ladies

from then on."

Chuck reached over and attempted to grab PhilÕs crotch.

"Stop it, Charles," said Phil. "HeÕs screwing with your mind. That never

happened. Please, donÕt do it to me. Let me keep my memories. Anything but

that. "

"OK," said the waiter. "You can keep the truth if you like. But sometimes the

truth hurts. Because IÕm turning your control over to Charles. Anything he

wants you to do, you wonÕt be able to resist. And Charles canÕt keep his hands

off your body. Right, Charles?"

"Right."

"And Charles isnÕt shy about public displays of affection. DonÕt you want to give

a long soulful kiss to your boyfriend, Charles?"

"HeÕs not my boyfriend," said Phil.

Chuck leaned over to kiss Phil, but Phil turned his head to resist.

"CÕmon, Sweetie, give me a long, slow kiss like you really mean it," said Chuck.

And PhilÕs head turned against his will and his tongue explored every inch of

ChuckÕs mouth.

"Hey Phillip, letÕs play that game we played in college where we each try to pick

up a guy first, said Chuck.

"That was with girls," said Phil.

"Yeah, right girlfriend. How about that guy in the yellow speedo. We can bring

him back to the hotel room for a little Phillip sandwich."

"I would never do that in a millionÉ"

"Do it, Phillip. See how fast you can pick him up."

And PhilÕs body betrayed him again. He screamed in his head, but rushed to

the effeminate man and pushed up his well-developed chest and began to flirt.

The banana Speedo man gave PhilÕs crotch a little squeeze and was only too

happy to join them in their hotel room. ChuckÕs request for a little pre-coital

rimming left Phil up to his tongue in disgust, but he was unable to resist.

Chuck rammed his member into PhillipÕs virgin hole with rhythmic abandon.

And PhillipÕs own cock was hard as a rock at ChuckÕs demand. When their

girlfriendÕs entered the room, no explanation Phillip could stumble through

would convince the girls that it was all a misunderstanding. When they

returned home, Phillip tried to stay away from Chuck, but Chuck suggested that

he quit his job in real estate and start a job as a waiter at the local gay bar. Of

course, Phillip could not refuse. And Charles visited him every night, usually

requesting that Phillip dance in one of the cages, or inviting one of the local

patrons back to their love nest.

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