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Alumni Relations

[Thank you to @twistedtfs for contributing the second image for this not-so-short story.]

That’s my boyfriend, Blake, lying down, and me, Tyler, lying on him. As you might be able to tell, I’m a top. Not that he and I actually do anal all that often. It’s a lot of work, honestly, and a lot of cleanup. We often prefer just trading blowjobs, which is what we’re getting ready to do right now.

We’re on a time crunch, anyway. I’m on my lunch break at the law firm where I work, and he’s about to start his closing shift at the art supply store.

Just as I’m kissing my way down to Blake’s waistband, his phone starts blaring Chappell Roan’s “Pink Pony Club.” Again. This is the fifth time that an unknown number has called in the past three minutes. Blake blocked the last three callers, but the calls keep coming from different numbers, so it isn’t working.

“Ugh, might as well see what they want,” grumbles Blake. I reluctantly roll off of him and he gets up, walking over to the bureau and answering his phone. “Who is this?”

I palm my tented briefs and he winks at me as he says, “No, I’m sorry, you have the wrong-”

Suddenly, his eyes go glassy.

I take my hand off my dick, sit up against the headboard, and watch him, curiously. What’s going on? Is it bad news or something?

“Well, yes,” he says, rubbing the back of his head. He must be nervous. He’s mussing his hair hard enough to pull the strands back, or something, because the part above his ears looks a lot shorter. When he moves his hand, I see something odd. His hair is shorter.

The back and sides are cropped close, and the only remaining length is at the top. I’m about to ask what’s going on when Blake does something that causes me to freeze in surprise. He grabs a blue baseball cap from the top of the dresser and puts it on, backward. He’s never worn a baseball hat like that. He’s never worn a baseball hat period. We don’t even own any!

The hat should be pressing his bangs flatter to his forehead, but they’re actually rising. They’re almost floating, like he’s touching one of those static electricity machine things at Spencer’s Gifts. They bristle and curl into a styled swoop that looks like it has been trained to flow in that exact way by years of cap-wearing.

I feel like my nerves are firing wrong, because I can’t move. All I can do is panic and try to process what I’m seeing.

“Yeah, of course,” Blake says. Is it just me or is his voice slightly deeper?

While the way he speaks has grown more masculine, his face is starting to look more boyish. His cheekbones rise, his lashes lengthen, and that beard that I love running my fingers through begins to fall from his face in small tufts, like flakes of paint being chipped off a wall. What’s left behind is patchy stubble, dark and thick on his chin and upper lip, but pretty sparse everywhere else.

“Totally, dude,” says Blake, letting out a deep guffaw that rumbles through his chest.

His ribs expand, as if they’re trying to properly contain the booming laughter that is bursting out of my normally restrained boyfriend. His thick pelt of chest hair holds on for dear life as his flat chest rises, his nipples suddenly perched on two solid mounds of muscle.

As he nods and continues to agree with whoever is on the other end of the phone, more details keep shifting. His septum ring glints as it vanishes into thin air. His underwear strains against a growing bulge. The stench of musk floods the room as he idly scratches an armpit. His eyes grow even more vacant and blank than they had looked at the beginning of the call.

He turns to look at me and I jolt. I was so shocked by Blake’s sudden transformation that I had forgotten I was actually in the room and not just observing this nightmare from afar.

“It’s for you, bro,” he says, holding the phone out to me. A goofy grin splits his face.

What the fuck do I do? Do I run? No, I can’t do that. This is Blake. The love of my life. Something weird is happening, and I need to fix it. I take the phone.

“Who is this, and what the fuck have you done with Blake?” I bark out the second the phone touches my ear.

“I don’t know any Blake,” said a calm voice on the other end of the phone. Male. Maybe early 20s? “But I asked Brody to hand the phone to you, so you can add to his generous donation.”

“Donation? What kind of scam-”

“My name is Evan and I’m calling on behalf of the local chapter of Beta Theta.”

“The frat? Look, I-”

“We’re raising funds so we can remodel the frat house. But our fraternity dues aren’t quite enough to cover everything.”

“OK, so talk to your frat alumni. Isn’t that how you people usually raise money?”

“I am talking to the frat alumni.”

“No you’re not.”

“Our tastes run expensive, as you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“We’re a relatively new frat, so there aren’t enough alumni in the area to get us what we need. I’ve had to get creative. I’ve been making frat alumni… calls.”

“OK, so you’re making calls. Why call us? And what did you do to Brody? I mean Blake.”

“You’ll understand in a minute. Look, the reason I’m calling is that you’re a former Beta Theta yourself.”

“I’m telling you, I’ve never been part of Beta Theta. Or any frat, for that matter.”

“My listings are never wrong. Don’t you live at 999 Hawthorne Place?” “Well, yes,” I say, as my fingertips start to tingle.

“And you have close-cropped brown hair?”

“I mean, yeah,” I say, running my hand across my shorn scalp, enjoying the prickly feeling. It’s weird how much darker my beard and chest hair are than my head hair, but I’ve always liked the way the length and the color clash. “But what does that have to do with-”

“And you’ve never been able to grow a full beard?”

I rub the patchy chestnut hairs on my chin and grimace. “Well, that’s true too, but you didn’t have to roast me like that, man.”

“And you’re just as muscular as Brody, but have way less chest hair?”

“All that is on the form?” I ask, looking down at the light brown hairs that are scattered along my shelflike chest.

“And your handsome face gets flushed when you drink, right?”

I suddenly felt dizzy. My deep voice slurs slightly when I respond “Yesh.” I take another swig from my Corona and set it down on the nightstand.

“And you’re always dressed in the frattiest clothes possible?”

“I mean duh, bro,” I say, rolling my eyes as I run my thumb along the length of my chain and adjust my backwards mesh hat.

“And you’re as dumb as a box of rocks?”

It takes a minute for that question to sink in. My gears have never turned all that quickly, and I got distracted by grabbing my package and leering at Brody. I can’t wait to get off the phone so I can bury this cock in his ass, to the hilt. Oh wait, didn’t that Evan guy ask me something? “Oh.. uh, yeah.”

“And your name is Tigger?”

“Yeah, bro, but it’s just a nickname. They called me that because Prez kept catching me bouncing on Brody’s dick,” I say. God, I’m so horny. My ass aches to be filled. Brody is taking off his underwear and jerking his fat cock. I’m drooling at the thought of it. I can’t resist jumping his bones every two hours or so whenever we’re alone together between shifts at the gym. The Beta Theta tattoo on his wrist flashes up and down with every stroke.

“And you’re a devoted Beta Theta?” Evan asks.

Is that even a question! “Uh… doy,” I say. “And they say I’m the dumb one. I have the tat on my asscheek to prove it. So you need money, yeah? Would 10K do? I have that much saved from my lame old job.”

“$10,000 would suit us perfectly well,” says Evan.

“Hell yeah, boyyyyy,” I say. “Just, like, make sure to put up a plaque or something when you build it. ‘Brody & Tigger’s Beer Pong Stadium’ or something like that, y’know?”

“Will do, Tigger. And thanks again,” says Evan.

“Anything for Beta Theta, man! These are the best years of your life, I wouldn’t want them to go to waste on a sucky frat house!”

After making the Zelle transfer, I hang up the phone and lumber over to Brody, grabbing his dripping cock in my meaty hand. I can’t wait to crash my mouth against his and feel his sexy stubble scrape against my chin. “Now, where were we, bro?”

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Country Nick Chapter 3/3

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A year of full bliss, that's the best way I can describe the last twelve months of my life. I had gotten everything I had ever wanted, the man of my dreams, a protective “older” lover and a sex life the tabloids would go crazy over. The sheer thought of Nick Jonas and Frankie Jonas becoming gay sluts on onlyfans who fuck each other, and me was not something the public conscience could handle and I took great pride in that. It was a tight rope, all of it, I mean the amount of comparisons to their previous selves actually drove both the men up a wall, to the point that they both “tried” to display their “talents” to the audience but because of my programming and their own mental boundaries were unable to do so.

That had been one of the funniest clips we had seen go viral. Nick is trying to sing one of his songs but being absolutely tone deaf. I loved him, I loved his voice but to protect the fantasy I had, we had to create enough distance so we could keep existing. It did however lead to people requesting sexy lipsyncs of Nick to his old music. They were always steep in price but whenever it happened I always had a blast being the person in the chair getting a lap dance. All of this led to some very interesting and new conversations that we could easily navigate. That we were prepared for.

It did however lead to things we weren’t prepared for but it did make for GREAT online discourse and conversation because of Joe Jonas being so prevalent in the public gay eye. Our page had grown significantly in the first nine months of Nick having it, yes, but when Frankie- Frank Joined it skyrocketed to the point in interviews their brother Joe had to address it. His smile grew wider at the thought of how his profile had become so gay male focused that he was getting asked about gay porn stars in an interview. Something that would have been so abhorrent years ago, something to balk and be upset about but now he reveled in.

“I mean, both my brothers have taken time away from the spotlight so it's obviously not them!” He laughs off, stroking his chin as a smile crosses his face.His dick was throbbing at this point, his legs spread out further to give it more room and the audience more of a view. He had learned in his time as a new gay icon that these men loved when he manspread or did anything to signal he was dominating a space.

“But, what can I say as an actor I’m.. I’m intrigued, I mean from my time on Ryan Murphy’s American Horror Story, and getting casted in Heated Rivalry Season two. I can only picture fan’s reactions to this, fans of us, me and my brothers and how they might think or feel.” He makes sure to finish before the interviewer asks a follow up. The media had been digging into Joe for the last year for so many reasons, not just his style change but his flirtation with a whole new audience. He didn’t necessarily leave his demographics of women behind but he definitely shifted gears.

“So you don’t think there is any problem with this, plenty of people have stated how problematic it feels even if they aren’t your brothers, that even though they aren’t Jonas siblings that they are still related!” The interviewer is pushing the envelope, trying to get a hot tagline or buzzword going viral. Joe knew he had the opportunity to get everyone talking, get all those men hot and horny and thinking of them, so he took it. He would always take that opportunity.

“I don’t see the harm, those men are providing a service and as someone who likes SERVICE how can I say no. *moves body in a way to pretend to stretch but is really flexing*  I mean at the end of the day who doesn’t want to see two attractive, sensual people create art!”  His eyes were staring deeply at the camera, his lips lightly parted and he made sure every muscle that needed to pop, popped. His tongue lightly licked his lips and he smirked at the camera before continuing.

“But if you are thirsty to see a real Jonas Brother perform some sexy scenes for your pleasure check out heated rivalry season two. Connor Storrie and Hudson Williams really… to put it plainly, rail me!” He claps his hands, giving himself that promo that he so desperately wanted to get out of this and the interview ended. Just like how all his other ones had unless they were filmed by exclusively queer men. Those interviews always had a lot of physical intimacy, touching, wandering eyes and lip biting, always picking up a storm on the internet.

I mean who could blame any queer man for falling underneath the spell of Joe Jonas, especially with the changes he’s made to his body, his image. The Blind items released that not so secretly say he’s been fucking and railing twinks, getting off on their worship of him. I mean even men dot com, a premium gay porn site has been dancing around his social media, probably in his emails too. All just wanting him to make a scene and they would dish out good money, more money then anyone else because they knew someone like him doing sex work would print it forever.

This was all out of left field in a way. The amount of promotion this interview gave us was crazy and Joe even subscribed to the channel on onlyfans. Giving us a big tip and telling us to keep up the great work. There were some other ramblings of possibly doing some sort of photoshoot but I put that to the back of my head. The important thing to take away from all of this was that people were falling in love with the fantasy as much as I had. It was inspiring honestly, maybe even validating, that others wanted this, wanted my dream as the reality.

So waking up today and seeing Frank and Nick laying amongst themselves, their limbs tangled together as they smothered their faces into each other's pits. The smell of each other's musks had not just become addictive but also a way for them to self soothe, to find peace and calm anxiety. A literal happy place that they could all stop thinking and just be perfectly content in. It made me happy to see them licking and worshipping them, their hands finding their way to each other's cocks. Stroking each other, slowly, sensually as they found their rhythm, their hearts beating at the same rate. It was still wild to me that I had made my peace and serenity so easily. It almost made me worry about the next step in my plan.

Its been a year and that means its been a year of self improvement for all of us. When Nick and Frank first became the southern gay cowboys they are now, they were not the best at gay sex. It took a lot of trial, error, hypnotizing, porn watching, porn making  and just pleasing me that's gone into making them the perfect partners in both romance, friendship and sex. Now I can barely deny myself orgasm when either of them are fucking me or inhaling mine or their musk. 

Frankie has also taken to being a protector like a dog to the bone. Whenever we do go out his big, muscular arms are always wrapped around me Nick. We are all that matters to him at the end of the day and he won’t let anything come between us. Date nights always felt so special the three of us piling into a restaurant or watching a movie if we really had the time. Most of them though were spent in the comfort of our home, laying down and relaxing, watching old tv shows and new hyperfixations. I remember us celebrating six months all of us together, him powerfucking both me and Nick. Taking turns fucking both our asses, being the perfect amount of rough and gentle to keep us going. I don’t even remember how many loads he poured into us, I just remember my favorite command being cum that night.

But all good things have to come to an end, it was time to revert them back to who they were before all of this. I made sure not to erase any personality traits, they were all still buried deep underneath the surface. Each and every single aspect of who they are had some clue of what their body has been up to, whether there were massive gaps in memory or true horror at the actions they had taken had to be seen. So I was letting them have this moment, Nick stopped just using his hands, lowering himself till he was faced with Frank’s cock. Frank's face was ecstatic as Nick took a deep whiff of his pubes before slowly pulling away. his tongue lulling out and lightly tracing along his shaft. His hands on the sides of Nick’s head before I can even blink.

“Fuck you are such a good slut for big bro aren’t you, so desperate to be big bro’s slut!” His words were deep and resonant, his breath was already heavy. He tilted Nick's face up to look at him, his cock lightly whacking Nick in the face as he did.

“Yes, yes I’m my big bro’s slut, I’m desperate to be his filthy fucking slut, please fuck me big br-” but before he can finish that sentence. His eyes wide, mouth open, limps plump salivating for cock back arched wiggling in the air, ready to plunge Frank’s throbbing member down his throat, I snap my fingers and say “Wake Up!” my voice echoing through the air as they both go still, their pupils dilating as their minds flip. The persona that has been layered on top of them, over and over, that was reinforced through time, trance and sex put underneath their original identities. Not gone, god no, just dormant, no longer in full control as their original selves IMMEDIATELY come to and feel waves of confusion, repulsion and a hint of fear.

Both men jumped up into standing positions as the covered themselves. Hiding their cocks from view. Nick spitting as the taste of not just his brother's musk, but cock linger on his tongue. They are panicking and groaning as they look around, mumbling and confused till their eyes land on me, and things become so much clearer, that panic and fear becomes anger and while they have an urge, a base caveman instinct to let out those feelings of aggression and anger they also have built in programming stopping them from harming me or themselves. They stand ill, hands clenched around their cocks and balls as they are at a loss for words.

“Now that you are awake, I want to say I am sorry for how jarring this must feel. I know coming out from underneath my control has been heavy and hard on the mind and body and this was for an extended period of time. So I can only imagine what you must be thinking and feeling.” It was a real concern, your mind being mush and under someone else's directive could not be healthy for the organ. Not saying that what I was doing was damaging or dangerous. But it's not like there were neuropsychologists studying my power's effects on the brain, however that could be fun to look into in the future. Just so I know exactly what and how I do it.

“You… your… your sorry? You are fucking sorry you fucking psychopath!” Frankie immediately jumps to anger in his speech, if looks could kill i’d be dead fifty times over but luckily they couldn’t. Still it hurt to see such a shift, but again to be fair to him specifically I had kidnapped his brother, brainwashed him, then when he found us, put him under, kidnapped him, made him betray his family and then fuck himself into his other brother till all that remained was my plaything protector boyfriend. So it was justified in a lot of different ways.

Nick however is too, frazzled…? Scared, angry, upset? He looks so lost, disconnected and out of it as he looks at his brother and himself before his eyes fall on me. Mumbling something i can’t hear or make out, his lips movements are too small to read. It irks me that I want this to be natural. To be honest, real. 

“Yes, sorry. I know it couldn’t have been the most comfortable transition for either of you. I tied to make sure you enjoyed everything..” before I can finish Frankie just sits down on the couch with a loud thud. The only movement he could do without interfering with my leash around his brain.

“Enjoy… ENJOY? That's what you called that nightmare. I FUCKED TWO OF MY BROTHERS BRO?! I broke up with my girlfriend and betrayed our mom and dad, oh my god mom and dad!” As soon as he says two I see Nick's eyes jump in surprise.

“Two… you mean you fucked Joe or kevin too?” He looks at his brother with not judgement but concern. His focus on him like it was his entire world. Because I guess in that moment that's what they were to each other, the only people who could understand my powers affect on them and their minds.

“Joe.. he’s… he took advantage of my Rhett programming, he actually conditioned more.. More into me somehow it was crazy, like I’m still really attracted to his cock it was insane, Rhett turned all of us, except maybe Kevin into freaks!” Frankie says, his cock getting hard at the thought of Joe’s cock. Damn I guess he must have a condition stuck to this identity I didn’t mean to attach. Joe Might be more of a problem then I thought. The freaks comment was unwarranted but I’d let them continue talking, it fueled me and the purpose of this.

“Lucky Kevin…. Damn.. I can't believe I’m going to say this but I am jealous of him.” Nick finally says putting one of his hands on Frankie’s thigh, trying to offer comfort, his brother accepts it before returning eyes to me. I hear at that point Nick mutter poor Joe, his eyes watering a little as he  refocused and calmed down.

“He’s still mindfucked, its not like Kevin is just walking around normal, hell your wife, our parents, our entire lives, mindfucked into oblivion!” Frankie was getting more upset and angry as he talked, his hands going to feel his hair, its now nice smooth flat fuzz compared to curls. He lets out a deep groan. Nick tries to get them on track, get answers, hes still so cute even like this. His eyes don’t meet mine, that hurts a bit.

“Whats… why… why did you do this? Change us, our lives, why? Just why Rhett?” Nick's voice chokes a little as he says it. The thought of his (bitch) wife being changed probably not helping him at all. God I hated that he might be thinking of her at this time.

“Its… its because I have always wanted you, to love you, to hold you, for you to love me, hold me, see me!” I start, my legs carrying me forward slowly as I try to meet his gaze, his body flinches slightly before he looks up, I decide to take another step.

“I have always been in lov with you Nick and I spent time, money, going insane until I finally found a way, and I know it sounds crazy to you but I promise you I don’t want to hurt you. You're my dream guy and.. And I just wanted that dream to be reality!” I get to where I'm on my knees looking up at him on the couch. My voice is filled with yearning, desperation, I need him to know that I love him, that this life was all for him. That the choices I made, the things I did was so that he and I could both be happy

“So you… you kidnap me, and mind wipe me and worry my family, turn me into an only fan slut for a dream? All of that for just an idea you had, write fanfiction, don't commit crimes dude!” He says all of that back almost immediately  and it hurts. To have all my efforts, my heart be simplified down to that. But something I would note, something I would hang on to, was the fact that out of all his grievances, he never mentioned being turned gay. He never felt insulted or angry that I had ripped apart his old sexuality and replaced it with something that suited him so much more. Maybe he thought the same too, it would be something to pry into.

“He didn’t just kidnap and brain fry you, its not just you, not just about you nick! He also did it to me! So why me?!” Frankie stops me before I can respond to Nick. His words are like gnashing teeth, fast and violent. Its the same as he has been the entire time, thank god for those safeguards I put in place awhile ago. It made all of this so much easier.

“Well, you see.. Um this is kind of harsh but I wasn’t interested in you… initially I mean. You were just so nosy, so in the way of getting into our business, our new life that I had to “brain fry” you! So it was all about Nick until you started getting in our.. I mean getting in my way. None of what had happened to you would have happened if you had just stayed out of it, or even just sent an actual PI.” It was all true, it was all honest and while it was cruel and harsh I couldn’t help but let out my anger in some way. Frankie had basically spent the last ten minutes constantly insulting and berating me.

“You are victim blaming? Now? REALLY?!  No that has to be a twisted little lie, You had to have planned this out, known someone, one of us would go looking for nick when you did this.” he tries to rationalize it. He looks over at his brother but Nick is just staring out into space, completely zoned out.

“I’m not victim blaming, I’m telling you what happened, none of this would have happened if you just gave up earlier!” My words again were harsh but he had to hear this. He had to know it was true otherwise there was no point in any of this without truth.

“Okay so, because I meddled, and interrupted your fantasy, you mindfuck me, make me suck my brother off and fuck my other brother for months?!” Frank- I mean frankie asks as I sit down across from him.

“Believe what you want about all of this, I never made you fuck Joe, that was a you and him thing and I’m sorry you are hung up on that!” That was also genuinely true. I might have made him gay but I never made him want to fuck joe. I had no interest in Joe, Nick was my prize, my future, my life. 

“So why turn us back?” Nick abruptly asks. His eyes land on me now. Its that same stare he had when he first woke up, but also my nicks stare he got when he was entirely focused on me. Like I was the only person in the world. Except now it was tinged with sadness, with angst and was only there because I had all the answers.

“Why turn us back now, years after all that you did. Why now?” He asks, his voice catching in his throat as he does it. God it made me want to cry seeing him suffer like this. Remember Rhett this is all a part of it, their choice now, not you.

“I want to know your honest.. I need to know what you are feeling. I need to know your honest feelings and thoughts about the year!” My eyes are watering a bit, I’m emotional and getting ready to cry. Whatever they say I know it's not going to be what I want. I just have to be okay with that.

“I just need to know, I know it's not going to be happy, and that’s fine. I just.. I need to know and if you want I can release you both!” I wipe away at my face as I say it, partly to remove the tears, partly to hide my facial expressions. This was good, this was healthy. To be honest I hated that i was doing something healthy no matter what i said, i meant that.

“You want to know what we think? Is this some sort of fucking trick!” Frankie is doubtful, immediately angry and upset as usual. There's no doubt in my mind what he’s thinking. It’s his brother I’m more curious about. Nick was stone faced with his eyes being the only thing shifting and changing with his emotions. It was so different from the Nick I built a life with.

Nick, like I thought before, is in this weird mental space. Eyes lost in thought, memories upon memories that aren’t but are playing in his head. An alternate life he led with me going like a movie reel in disjointed order. I can still feel our connection, my control. He doesn’t know what he is thinking, how he is feeling. Because at the end of the day all he can think is, am I really me right now, is this just another false reality, a prison he made. What is my own thought, what are my feelings and what are rhett’s. It's a terrible and vicious cycle that pulls him in deeper and I can only imagine it leaving more terrible questions then thoughtful answers.

“It’s not a trick, I want  you to be honest, to be real. I need to know what you are feeling and what you want. If you both hate my guts and want to leave and return… go back to before I’ll let you guys go” Again, the truth, it's all the truth I’m not tricking them I don’t want to trick them. I see them still hesitate, they are still afraid of consequences so i close my eyes and focus. When I open them again I can see their faces glaze over briefly before they return to normal, their limbs moving on their own before they lay in a comfortable position again. Both boys stand up from sitting looking at themselves.

“A sign of me being honest you can move and do anything even walk out, just please tell me how you feel.” Frankie immediately walks up and tries to punch me, his fist stopping right before my face like it was hitting a wall of air. His face struggles before he pulls back.

“I had to try, sorry!” Frankie says before flexing his hand. It's rude but I understand, I did hijack his life. But I'm not an idiot I made sure they couldn’t hit me or harm me still.

“No, I get it, I understand!” I move back, sitting in my chair as they freely move thor limbs and pace. For the first time in years for Nick he has full motor control and a working brain. It was like watching a baby deer walk. I couldn’t help but think of it in a cute way, it's all my brain would think.

“You want to know how I feel, how what you did to us made me feel?” Frankie says, crossing his arm, tapping his foot and making a weird face. I nod letting him have the floor, his will and his actions.

“It was violating, demeaning I was watching my life crumble underneath me and my body found pleasure in doing it. All the dick, balls and asses I sucked and fucked. My tongue and throat literally crave cum and I’m addicted to my brother's bulge and have a thing for my other brother's musk. It's… its so much and so different!” he starts to ramble his words building to a crescendo, eyes watering. He 

“But I also have another life, a life filled with memories that aren’t real, of old ideas that were so toxic and awful. But I am so fucking glad that it was fucked out of me it was the hottest thing ever. I hate that I think that, that I feel that, that I'm literally precumming talking about it.” his hands going down to his crotch, cupping his cock and balls as he looks at me. It was a moment of sadness and vulnerability that I don't think he was ready for or able to process properly. I wanted to go and hug him or touch him but that is not what he needs right now.

“You ruined my life and I enjoyed ever fucking perverse second of it!” His hands wrapping around his cock no longer cover it as he lightly strokes it. He sits down letting Nick talk, giving his brother space while he deals with his raging hard on.

“There’s so much I have to think about, so much I have to say but one thing is certain I can't go back to my life, even if you mind wipe me of everything you did, that's months, years I am missing.  Years away from my wife, and daughter who will find it so confusing, my brothers who have gon crazy in different ways and I don’t even know about my parents.” Again he avoids the topic of his sexuality, of the change he has gone through and experienced. It's not a mistake any more, he is purposefully neglecting it. I’d have to probe deeper later.

But I am taken aback by all of this. By saying they don’t want to go back. That their lives have been so changed. I knew it wouldn’t be a simple fix, that it would take a lot of growing pains and problems before any of them could get to a place of normalcy. I couldn’t say I wasn't overjoyed at the idea and prospect that they would stay with me.

“Just the voice training to our original voices. The singing lessons I would have to go through and the only fans content. It's just, there is no point. Hell what happens if the alternate version of us slip back in, we would remember in some way that we fucked eachother.” Nick finishes his hands playing with his muscle tits. Doing brief inhales of his own musk subtly so he can calm himself down. The kinks would also have to be replaced. I had done more then just a number on these guys, in my own head I was getting off on it, but its different hearing it from their perspective. I would have to treat Nick and Frank to something sweet when they were back to normal.

“Okay if you both are sure, I'll put you back under, and bring the others back! I promise no more issues like that and I’ll leave the rest of your family alone.” I say clapping my hands preparing myself to get them ready. This was the longest they had had freedom so it would take a second for them to actually go back under. My promise hung in my mind like a heavy weight, would I really be able to resist that, the temptation to change and shift Nick’s family had been one of the hottest things I had ever done. But Nick and Frank were worth way more to me than that.

“Yeah please just bury me deep in there, i don’t. I don’t want to know what that former homophobe does with my brother!” Frankie says sitting down, hand on his cock, jerking up and down as he closes his eyes tight to prepare. He was more scared than he was letting on. In a way he was giving up his only out, but I get why he was doing it. In a way I would always be in his head no matter how much I removed. This was easier, this was safer for him.

Nick winced as well, not speaking. I let out a deep breath. There was one more thing I had to do before I sent both of them under and that was talk to Nick in private. Which luckily I could do, I just had to make sure I did everything in a way that wouldn’t IMMEDIATELY make Nick angry, upset or not trust me. On the other hand, he already didn’t and I had played nice the entire time up to this point. Why not do something crazy, something reckless to get this job done.

“Okay boys, I want you all to take a deep breath in, take in everything you just experienced, everything you have talked about and discussed, take them all in and hold them there.” A slower induction makes everyone calm, no matter how apprehensive they might be, even without my powered words people fell. They let themselves fall down because the slow beat, rhythm, whatever it was reminded them of peace, of serenity and calm, and we all craved that. It was only human nature.

I could hear them mutter it back to me under their breath before they followed instruction. My basic, subconscious suggestions are still running deep in their minds. Its not something i could just pull out, in a way I knew that even before I took them out of their tranced personas. That going back would be next to impossible. I could undo so much, i could make them look on the outside how they used to but there would never be anything close to who they were originally. It was in a way deeply embedded into their psyches, their core selves were my pawns, my drones and they couldn’t change that. Even if they wanted to, a part of them would always wonder (even without the memory of me) if I was still there somewhere, or if what they just did was actually them.

“I’m going to count down from ten and as I do, you will picture yourself walking down a  flight of stairs, with every number another step down, and when I reach zero you are going to picture yourself in front of a door, waiting for my instructions before doing anything. Repeat this all back to me clearly so I know you understand me!” My words were slow, leading them directly into that dreamy space, ready to walk down. It's all happening, it's going to be so easy.

“You are going to count down from ten when you do, we will picture ourselves walking down a flight of stairs. With every number another step down. When you reach zero we will be in front of a door. Waiting for further instruction… sir.” Their voices were already getting monotone, they were losing more of themselves as they spoke. They were already less individualistic, speaking in unison in tone, calling me sir unprompted, the way I could feel their heart beat faster doing it. Their minds craved submission, their minds craved me, my voice, my touch, my supremacy. It was like a DRUG.

“When I start the count, nothing, no one can stop it and you will step down each stair and follow EVERY INSTRUCTION, no questions asked, no thoughts left!” last step before counting, last step before I was able to really have what I needed to talk to Nick. I could see the last aspects of themselves fade, the struggle dissipate and they stared ahead, their lips parting to drone my speech on back to me.

“When you start the count, nothing, no one can stop it and we will step down each stair and follow EVERY INSTRUCTION, no questions asked, no thoughts left!” Their monotone voices are beautiful to my ears as their shoulders DROP. their eyes PURE BLUE with my power and I knew then and there they were ready to fall deep deep back in. that their minds were mine again. They just needed to walk down those steps a little bit more so I never had to bring them back up.

“Good boys! Now, at the top of the stairs, you are going to take a slow deep breath in…. And Let it out after five seconds. Ten, your bodies are so heavy, its the first step right, the first step is always the hardest. They feel like they are made from lead, it is okay to let them fall back, there you go,  your bodies go down, GO DEEPER, Relax! Take another step forward!” Good boy makes them shiver, their eyes rolling with pleasure, their bodies slump back. They do a deep inhale before pausing dramatically for an exhale.

To see them, without their psyche, their original personalities retreating makes my hard throbbing cock spurt pre. They were completely defenseless and needed to be guided. Their open mouths working their hardest to send words out that barely came through as whispers.

“Ten… Bodies… heavy like they are… they are lead, okay for us to fall ***THUMP*** back, bodies go down, we go deeper!” Their voices finally struggle out.

“NINE, you are further and further away from your body, further and further from your conscious mind. Going deeper down the stairway.  Everything that previously was, GONE!” My voice hits a nerve I see them jolt a little in pleasure. Both of their hips thrusting up as they feel that ARCH of my Power and their pleasure shoot through them. They can barely contain themselves.

“Nine… further… further and further from body, from conscious mind. Going deeper.. DEEPER, everything gone, just SIR!” They add it again, sir, their cocks throbbing openly in the air, I want to touch them, I know I can but I’m trying to save the fun for later not now.

“Eight, come on now, relax, feel the bliss, the pleasure from obeying, obeying and going down the steps makes everything feel twice as much, you like feeling twice as relaxed. Twice the pleasure, TWICE THE OBEDIENCE!” Their bodies are moving slowly, hips thrusting, their hands roaming their own bodies. It was so fucking hot.

“Pleasure in obeying, obey, go down steps. Twice pleasure, twice relaxed, twice obedient!” Their speech gets worse, struggling to keep and be coherent. I had to keep the pace going. This was good, this was needed. I move in between the two brothers, my hands resting on their thighs. Feeling the muscle and perfect mix of fat under my fingers again, there is nothing quite like it.

“Now on step seven, almost halfway, feels so good there's no more tension, eyes closing, you're so tired, tired of any control, give it to me!” I get a deep and guttural moan in response, my hands sliding up to their inner thighs. “Seven… Seven feel good, tired!” their eyes snap shut, bodies sinking deeper into the couch. Legs going up slightly, making my hands move to rest perfectly on their crotches. Their slick hard cocks were perfect in my hands.

“Good Boys, Six, just one more step and you are more than halfway down! It is so safe to give me your mind, give me your soul.” Good Boys makes them buck, their hips start thrusting into my hands. Their mouths babbling, moaning as they give in, give in to me, give in to pleasure. It becomes second nature for them now, because without me, my voice, my control its just nothing.

“Six… Good Boys, were good boys… Safe, Give our minds to sir!” They let go their cocks gushing moe precum as I start to stroke them rapidly. They are moaning uncontrollably. Its getting to me more then i thought it would.

“Step five, so open, so obedient, so good! SUCH A GOOD BOY!” I was looking more at Nick now, they were both good boys but he was what i really desired, anything and everything else was just icing and cum on the cake. Nothing against Frankie, he was just a surprise and welcome addition to my fantasy.

“Five… So obedient, must obey, be good boys!” They start droning this on and on. I let them, my hands only getting quicker as this becomes a built-in mantra, I can see it latching onto their concept of core identity. Who and what they are unable to separate from being obedient, from being my good boys. In a way becoming their master was doing the same to me. It raised a question that took me out of this more than I thought it would.

After a year of having them, was I really ever going to let them go. Maybe, but another deeper, more sinister part of me thought of what I would have done if they hadn’t been accepted. Maybe I would have created a false reality for the original personas to live in,. Where it was the lives they remembered in full completion, as if I never existed while their bodies ran around as Frank and Nick Woodson. Or maybe I would have taken pleasure in subjecting them to a less deep trance, let the Woodson brothers corrupt them from the inside out until they couldn’t help but get pleasure from it all. These were all truly deep and terrifying thoughts i never thought I’d have.

“Step four just mine, all mine deeper, you can see the door, you want to get to the door!”I shook it off, they did accept that there was no going back. We were here now and they were mine, all mine. That meant I could play with them however I wanted and whenever I wanted. Their breath was getting more hitched, less consistent. I could feel their balls pulling tight and up. Like they were close to orgasming, that would be the end of them in a way.

The idea of their brains being hot delicious cum was too much, it sent me into overdrive, making me babble off the words quicker. Less coherent in my opinion looking back. They were focusing on their orgasm so it didn't matter and its nothing I cant change.

“Four…. Fuck Sir.. Four…. All yours, were all yours,, we see the door! Want to get to the door, need to get to the door!” Their voices were so whiney and desperate to follow my orders, to do what I said! Fuck it was so fucking hot I can’t stop my self from jerking them faster, i was getting close to, was I gonna cum from just playing with them, not even myself. “Three, just a few more steps and you are gone, you are mine. Thank you for being a good boy, good boys.” I repeated good boys, they could only moan back good boys in response, i was deep frying their brains with obedience. It was a drug they could never recover from and I was more than fine with that. They wouldn’t need to recover, the plan, the goal was for them to never come down from it.

“Good Boys… Good Boys, were good boys for sir… Three.. Just good boys!” Their voices and bodies shaking, their fucking my hands like they would fuck anyone else. There so close I can almost let them go!

“Two So relaxed now, so peaceful! You want to cum? Wanna cum for master? If you want to cum go another step down.” They were in pure bliss, their cocks a never ending stream of precum as I kept pumping away at them. They were whining like pups at me now. Barely able to speak beyond moans. Nodding their heads about wanting to cum. And when they did cum it would be over, I can’t reiterate that enough!

“One here you are the last step, the door! Now your paths diverge! BUT BOTH OF YOU CUM!” My words were final, I could feel the heat from their brains, the visualization of the doors, their throbbing pulsing fucksticks in my hands SHooting load after load. My own cock hands free firing cum like a fire hydrent repeatedly as I feel our brains click into place. Locking together with these invisible blue strings only I could see. 

Their minds would do what i told them to do without needing to speak, just a thought now. There was no other way to describe it other than true psyche ownership. Their minds were mine and I could mold them like clay whenever and however I wanted. We were all out of breath but they were deep in trance, their heart rates already returning to normal as obedience became their forever status quo. They were more toys then men now and I couldn’t help but find that hot.

“Okay now, Frank, you are going to take over for Frankie again, putting him deep deep down, where he can’t see or hear anything or be influenced by you. It’ll be like he was never there, you wont remember your time awake as him, you think when I snap my fingers and wake you up that you were just having a long sleepy cuddle after our sniff and fuck session earlier!” i get it all out of the way, Franks face contorting for a second as he mumbles it all back to me. His sleeping posture changing to be more masculine, less frail. I don’t snap him awake i want to talk with nick.

“Frank.. Taking over, Frankie deep down, wont remember hypno. When master snaps finger I will wake up and be normal, think long sleepy cuddle after fuck!” his voice was dull, dumb and filled with more sleep than I could find for my actual self.

That just leaves my favorite man on the planet, Nick. You’d think I would be in a rush to get my Nick back, but Nick Jonas left me with a question I needed answers to in a way only he could do. So I’d keep him in a trance but wake him up. Because sure I could just ask him under like this what I wanted but I needed to hear him say it, to truly get the nick jonas story that my heart has been aching for. So with a mental command I semi woke him up.

He was covered in his own cum so the first thing he did when he got control was shiver and look down and over himself before his eyes fell on me. I could still tell the ramblings and emotions going through his brain were too much for him. I wasn’t going to take that away but I calmed it down.

“Why am I back, I thought you said you would put us back under, that we wouldn’t be back!” he almost sounds angry that i lied, that I wasn’t fulfilling my word.

“I am, don’t worry I just wanted to talk with you, without your brother.” I looked over at him, his hair covered in spots of cum, his eyes not distant anymore focused. He looked over at his brother, i can feel the rage building but I quickly dismissed it, this wouldn’t be productive if he kept getting angry every time he saw his brother in trance.

“Fuck, this is so fucked, okay, just, just fucking talk!” he lets himself relax the best he can, hiding his already growing erection, god these men had no refractory period, it was both insanely hot and just pure fucking insane.

“I just need to know, when you were talking about what I did, the changes, the damages, unlike Frankie you never mentioned becoming gay, positive or negative. When I first asked you at the meet and greet you said you were one hundred percent straight and I need to know, did you hate me for making you gay?” the question made his skin crawl, I could tell that he wasn’t looking or wanting to do that introspection, that I was forcing it onto him. I could just read his mind now, i could do whatever I fucking pleased and there would be no consequences but I needed to hear HIM say it. He lets out a deep sigh, rolling his shoulders and looks at me, his eyes permanently tinted blue.

“That's… that's a loaded question, I don't… I don't hate it, no I can’t say I do. I spent a long time, my entire life before you, caring about what others think, people speculating every detail, that i… that when asked if I was gay or straight I felt like no matter what I said, I would hurt someone. I could tell a lot of fans, people, and the media really wanted me to be everything and i just couldn’t…” he pauses, looking down at his hands, picking at skin before looking back up.

“ i could only be perfect straight me, so I did my best as an ally, and it wasn’t good enough, because eventually i got a wife, had kids and perceptions changed on me again, labels wanted a clearer, cleaner image. So i was less vocal, more reserved, but still supportive…” I want to interrupt him but I let him keep going, to explain it all, because to him this was everything, his last words in his mind.

“But then i became other nick, your nick, someone who didn’t care what others thought, who only cared about his person, his community and stood up against a lot of hate and biggotry and its like it all just… it all just clicked. He was… we were authentically us and I can’t not look at those memories, no matter how they got there and smile. Because we were happy being yours. We were happy to be gay because we were loved and I just….” he pauses, feeling like hes saying too much, he’s not, I need to know more. 

“What… what do you mean i just?” I ask, forgetting all about control, seeing him for who he is in that moment. Not just Nick Jonas, Not Nick Woodson, but both.

“I just wish you could have had this without the power, that you could have gotten your dream without doing all of this, because you do deserve that, everyone deserves that Rhett and I hope me, Nick, Frank. We can show you that dream and you can live a life that you love.” He starts crying and hugs me. My eyes are running, I wasn't expecting that, I wasn't expecting any of it. My heart is racing. I can't handle this. I put him under without saying a word, his body fling against mine until I lay him back and start standing up and looking at my boys.

Everything I had done, every step I had taken for this dream to become a reality unraveled in my head as I thought about what Nick had just said. He wishes i could have had my dream without doing all of this, but he is my dream, he is my reality. There is no dream without him, and now without Frank, what could he have meant by that. Was it some sort of psychological trick, maybe he was trying to get me to release them.

No i could hear and feel his thoughts, they were earnest and honest, he wanted me to live my dream but what could it… fuck he means love. He means he wishes I could have had the love I have now without having to use the pills. My heart ached at the thought, he really was my dream guy, a man who even though he shouldn't give two shits about me for all I had done to him, still cared. He had some sense to him, but I was already so far into this, that there was no point in going back and I had to let Frank and Nick Woodson love me for who and what I am. I wiped the tears that had found their way running down my face and wiped them clear off.

“Boys, when I snap my fingers you are going to wake up, and just like Frank, Nick you are going to think you had the best post sex nap and cuddle of our lives, and you are going to be so happy to see me!” With a smile on my face and bright eyes I bring my fingers together and… SNAP Both boys stretched immediately, their eyes shooting open, yawning and looking around like they were just waking up. In a way they were with no memory of who they used to be. In all honesty it was nice to see both boys “acting like themselves again” the last year together had made me grow fond of each and everyone of their mannerisms. As both boys' eyes landed on me, I couldn't help but laugh at the way their faces lit up with joy, Nick biting his lip as his cock grew even harder, somehow seeing my form. I was still wiped from the mind melting orgasm earlier, but I knew what I could do for them, no, what I had to do for them, because they did make me incredibly happy. I got down on my knees between them.

“Hey Sir wha… what are you doing?” Frank asks, feverishly looking at me and then his brother who gulps.

“What any man does for his men, you boys just woke up, please let me take care of you!” My hands glide easily over their cocks making them shudder. They were both perfect, mouth watering and dripping pre again.

“Fuck, fuck rhett, baby your hand feels…” i don’t let nick talk any further, my mouth moves over to kiss the tip of his dick, my tongue then slowly moves out and swirls around the head making my main moan and groan. The taste of his pre is better then I remember, maybe because I could have almost lost it, but that's besides the point I savor the salty taste. Frank whimpers as my other hand starts to focus on moving up and down his cock. Hand gliding faster and faster now as the rest of my body gets moving in it to.

I start bobbing up and down on Nick's cock while my hand moves up and down to meet my lips, my fingers switching and changing between themselves while holding the root of his dick or playing with his balls. I can tell they are talking about me to each other. Saying how hot it is to see me service them, to take a deep whiff of their musk. They lean into each other and make out, my other hand still playing with Frank which just gets both of them hornier. At a certain p;oint I can feel nick pull my head off of his cock and shove it onto Franks who immediately starts face fucking me. Grabbing both sides of my head, thrusting deeper and deeper. My hands solely focus on him, his thighs, his balls as they slap against my chin.

I feel Nick come behind me, PULLING my back and ass up before putting weight down on my back making me arch. The way he tenderly spreads my cheeks before he dives face first into my winking hole makes me moan around Frank’s cock. My throat milking him with the vibrations of my vocal chords as I feel Nick’s tongue and teeth play with my hole. Invading it until all I can beg for in my mind is more, more! Nick feels it like a command from a god, his body PULSING with the command as he pulls back and briefly plays with my hole. His fingers slowly gliding in and out. Sure him and his brother had fucked me a number of ways every day for a year but prep and foreplay were still fun. The way he moved his fingers apart to stretch me always made my hole wink around him.

When he finally had enough, when he could tell i was so close to cumming again, my cock super sensitive he move to where his dick was perfectly sandwiching my cheeks. The way his cock ground against my hole as he slid it up and down, grinding against me, I could tell he was close to. I could feel it in his core, and as much as I loved being toyed with i wanted his cum, no I needed both his and Franks cum. So with a simple command I made him pull away till just the tip of his cock, the head, was pressed perfectly against my desperate, slick hole.

With a baited breath he THRUSTED all the way into me. My eyes rolling as he did, smashing against my prostate and pushing me deeper into his brother's crotch. The smell of the musk is really what pushed me over the edge as my vision blurred and everything went white. Load after load firing from all three of us as I felt my boy go stiff before collapsing with both still hard cocks in me. I was exhausted, tired and so fucking loved.

“So round three?” Frank asks before laughing, pulling me off his cock and off of Nicks till I was resting head on his lap, the rest of me on the couch. Both my boys giving me aftercare because after a year together, they knew what I needed, and they also loved me for me.

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Put It In Coach

I don’t know what's happening to me. Coach had asked me to stay back after practice. I know I had fucked up practice, making most of my team run laps but I figured that was punishment enough. So after everyone got done and went on their way out of the lockerroom I was left tapping my feet hoping he didn’t just decide to bench me for the whole season. What I wasn't expecting though was to hear his whistle echo across the tiled floors and walls and my body go stiff immediately. Its like I lost control of my body, no matter how hard I tried to move, flex hell even think it was like molasses bro…. BRO? I don’t use Bro Bro… thats totally dumb bro shit BRO… I see Coach start walking around me, his voice is muffled. But I know I've been a Bad Boy Bro, Not listening to Coach’s plays, his orders. I was too distracted by the thought of the coach's cock… But Im st… bro i’m so fucking horny for his cock.. It makes me misbehave so much. And Bad Boys need to be punished when they misbehave, bad boys need to obey coach bro. Obey and be a good boy bro.

Good Boys always listen to coach. Good Boys are always horny for coach. Good boys’ holes are always ready for coach, good boys are always on their knees for coach.

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Young Dumb and Want to Cum

Everyone needs a break during the summer, even an uptight lawyer doing his internship at city hall. He complained in a forum about how stressed out he was, that he just needed to get laid , that he was over thinking everything so I had one of my twinks send him a simple link. One simple click on it sealed his fate, it took his pressed and tailored suits, perfectly gelled hair and posh attitude and did a 180. His time spent more in a gym then a library or classroom as muscles exploded on his frame. His clothes went from stylish to efficient with little fabric to show off his body and full range of motion. Tightie whities became kokstraps filled to the brim with a giant cock and full set of balls, his jeans permanently sagging.

His face which always had its nose upturned and filled with an unearned sense of superiority now looked dopey and relaxed. His lips plump and always open, his jaw a perfect lantern jaw and his brow bone extended giving him this neanderthal look that just drives me crazy. A backwards hat materializing on his head, messy sweaty hair becoming a constant. The hat turns backwards, removing the last vestiges of his intelligence until it's perfectly backwards, eyes no longer bright with knowledge, instead now empty, vacant and hungry. His cock was hard as steel, if he came it would be permanent, he couldn’t cum… but he loved cum, dumb himbos love cumming. Young dumb and wanting to cum. So cum, cum and let go. Thats it let go and cum those brains out..

Good boy

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What Costume?!

On the night of Hallows Eve, it is a witches duty to cut the strings of reality free and bind those she anoints to the powers that be. When Samantha Disdra was making her plans she had a lot in mind but thought what better way to consort the ancient powers then to do it with friends in revelry. It was the perfect night to gather them all together, all that excess joy and anxious energy would fuel the ritual and would create a space that let reality meet fiction. Where fairy tales, comic books and horror movies would grasp the mortal mind and let their vessels feel nothing but euphoria. For one night and one night only (unless some idiots stepped outside the spells range) her and her friends would let the masks take over and id run free.

She made sure that the ritual wasn’t permanent and set aside all of her tasks in the mundane world to prepare for this. Inviting all of her friends from college, her boring but nice co-workers and her boyfriend the stage was set, she just had to make sure Thomas bought everything on the list and wore their matching costumes, a cheerleader and a quarterback. A perfect easy way to ensure they would enjoy their night together and let loose, as long as they both wore the costumes.

A night of merriment, fun and raunchy sex couldn’t hurt anyone and it would all feel like a fever dream and less like a magical orgy.

Skylar______Pov

Listen when I say this, it's not that I just don’t care about Halloween, I mean I used to love it when I was a kid sure but now I'm like twenty six and am trying to get my shit together. Some of my friends would joke around and call me the dad of the group because of how I save, or handle things in a serious manner, or even with how I dressed in khakis, cargo shorts or new balance shoes. Basically saying shit like I was frugal or that I needed to lighten up but who could they actually rely on to drive them home after parties? Me and I wouldn’t even be petty and tell them off, just get them to the door and be on my way.

So I didn't really go for a costume when I was invited to my friend Samantha’s party. I knew she was really into the season and her vibe screamed Halloween but I was way more into just hanging out. So hopefully no one would put up a fuss or I could at least hang out with her pretty average boyfriend Thomas who was like a younger me, twenty going on twenty one who loved to party but also just wasn’t into any theme. We had known each other for over a year since they started dating and in that time I had really found a bro. 

So he was my saving grace in this, I would maybe drink a little. See about hooking up with someone and if all else fails uber home and watch some horror film. It was going to be a good night no matter how it went and I was just going to go with the flow and get some time to let loose with my friends. Hey if there were no problems at all maybe next year I might “TRY” to find a costume for this, yeah when pigs fly.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my polo was crisp, a light blue that I loved and was loose enough for me to be comfortable. My cargo shorts while old were perfect for keeping my phone, keys, wallet and a few other things through the night necessities on me  (like aspirin). My long white socks and new balances finished the fit off perfectly, sure I’d get called a dad again but it was better to just go with it instead of fighting it. Hell, I'll bring a pair of sunglasses with me so that if I need to I can pop my collar and put those on and just say I’m “Cool Dad” or something.

Thomas____ Pov

God Samantha was going to be such a bitch tonight. She had given me basically an entire laundry list of things to do, to help her prepare for her party but my god some of this shit was so random. I mean it was bad enough that she bought me some dumbass football costume but then I had to go to a butcher shop in 2025 for some specific goat meat and then some weird spice and incense place. Mind you that is after shopping around eight different grocery stores, what was I to this woman some fucking butler. It drove me up a fucking wall being treated like a servant and less like a partner, just because I was younger and still in college didn’t mean I was just some stupid frat boy.

Hell I didn’t even work out that much to be a frat boy or a dumb jock and I definitely wasn’t wearing some awful jock costume at the behest of my girlfriend. Lets not sell myself short, I may not workout much, and I focus more on school but I was still attractive. Slim build with some tone, I had a decent chest and a stomach people worked their asses off to achieve (thank god for 20 year old metabolism). My girl also always complimented my ass, sure it gave me the wrong type of attention normally when I DID decide to dress in tighter clothes it would always show.  Hell Sam called it a bubble butt, she also was kind of a big fan of my dick, heh god we had so much fun.

 I walked through the door, my head held high and biting my tongue. There was a lot I was willing to do but I was not going to get in a fight with her on her favorite holiday. Moving through fake cobwebs, hanging ghosts and walking past coffins and fake skeletons I found my way into the kitchen. Sam was in the dining room, her back turned to me as she looked over a comically sized cauldron basically meditating.

“Hey babe, i got the things you asked for?” I was a little worried, curious too but mostly worried, what was she into? She was wearing that cheerleader fit, my god she was hot. Kind of made the crazy worth it the way that the spandex hugged and accentuated her curves. Her hair a beautiful blonde tied up in a high pony, and going back to those curves- that skirt was so small and perfect I couldn’t wait to lift it up tonight an-

“Oh, perfect just in time you have like 30 minutes to get ready, you can leave that there and I’ll finish up!” She says not even looking behind her to see me, just chipper and happy with getting what she wants. I drop the stuff, and walk out. Sure, I’ll be ready but I was not going to dress up, especially without even a proper hello or greeting for getting her what she wants. 

“Okay see ya then babe!” I walk up the stairs changing into my business casual clothes, a polo and shorts. Sure Sam would be pissed but I would make it up to her later and that's something I could promise.

_________________________________ Skylar

The entire block was busy, covered in cars and halloween decorations, if there was one thing Samantha was good at, it was throwing a party. I remembered meeting her the first time at the office like five years ago and she was the life of the party at every function she put together. It was like magic and damn was she a fucking smoke show. Like don’t get me wrong Bro code is everything but sometimes I wonder about what it would have been like if I could have just gotten a piece of that. Sure her boyfriend treated her well but I know I’d just ruin her.

I’m glad she invited me, I know we didn’t always get along at the beginning, her first party I had gotten a bit more than just my normal drunk and made a pass at not just her but all the women at the office. To be fair, I was just fresh out of university and didn’t really know the corporate landscape. Now I’m a much wiser guy five years later and me and her get along great. 

If I thought the street was packed, the front lawn was insane, multiple people drinking and hanging out in costumes. So many different types of superheroes, i mean I know everyone loved the MCU. There were plenty of captain americas, Spidermans and winter soldiers, even that new sentry guy, i just didn’t think I would see nearly as many supermans and wonderwomans. Hen there were all the slashers and horror movie villains. A good variety this year, and nothing really shocked me except for maybe the fact that some of these guys on the lawn were dressed just as slutty as some of the girls. Not used to that heh.

Pushing through the crowd and past the giant spider and gravestone decorations I made my way inside. Everything was covered in scary and aesthetically pleasing decorations, furniture draped with seasonal throws, snack platters themed around candy and walls lined with different spooky halloween scenes. It was like a halloween wonderland and I almost felt like a kid again, sure I wasn’t all that into the whole holiday anymore but this was amazing. AND SO WERE THE WOMEN. My god the amount of baes dressed in basically lingerie I couldn’t help but gawk at first, there was this one nurse that i couldn’t stop staring at her chest until she said something.

“You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” Damn she had some bark, and it snapped me back into reality and reality was still surrounded by babes. Some of whom had heard the nurse and gave me a look and others who were getting too drunk to care. I’m glad the girl pointed out that my chest was showing off in this polo, I really did want to show off the gains from the gym, especially if I wanted to pick up some ass tonight.

I had to make sure I got an early start with everything, Sam made it very clear that the real event would start pretty soon after the initial start of the party and that I wouldn’t want to miss a single moment. She also said to “make sure I had my costume on right and didnt get confused”, again fuck doing some of this bullshit but this part seemed serious. I really hated cryptid bullshit but she was a party queen and anything she was doing would be fantastic

I ran into a few different women, each hotter than the last, some with boyfriends and some freshly single and very open to flirting and most of them said about the same thing unprompted, which was “what were you supposed to be?” and then without me even being able to answer “Oh your probably “Dad” right that's such a dad fit” I guess I was right that they would make comments. Just didn’t expect it to be in mass, it only was a problem right before I finally found my Bro when this smoking chick walked up to me.She was dressed up like this angel, wearing a white lingerie corset and some skimpy shorts. Her wings were tiny and halo just a simple plastic circle painted to gold. She looked slutty and just my type.

“Hey, what are you drinking there?” I try to just act casual, eyes focused on her, she had so much makeup on it was impossible to ignore. 

“Oh just whatever is in the punch bowl, it's like totally jungle juice!” She's vapid, probably already drunk. Her drink sloshing around in its red solo cup as she looks at me. My eyes are trying hard to stare at hers and not her tits. I want to keep this conversation going it be a guaranteed fuck later I kept telling myself.

“So what are you? My sexy guardian angel?” God this was so cringey, I hated this part of picking up girls at parties. It was always hard to think of a good pickup line that would actually get me what I wanted. She makes a face but passes it off I think

“Heh, Like I don’t think that's what the package said when I like bought it” She twirls her hair, taking a sip of her drink, okay i made it awkward fuck. The room was starting to feel heavy, like the air was slowly taking on this weight, or maybe presence. The music in the background began to quiet and this dull, intrusive thump of a heart beat began to peak through, the walls looked like they were moving and swelling, the decorations becoming abstract. I swear I saw the lights in the room flicker and the floor shake, but it's like I couldn’t outwardly react, my body refusing to register this insane event transpiring.

“Well maybe we can look at a different pa-” before I can finish my Bro Thomas walks in putting his hand on my shoulder. I feel this thrum in my body, like my own heart matching the beating walls and sounds, the angel girls eyes looking between the two of us. Words whispering in the air, brushing against my ear and forcing them into my head. A small pulse slowly echoing through my body.

“Aye bro so glad I’m not alone in this!” I immediately feel him give me a bro side hug patting my back. He was dressed in something similar to me, a light blue polo and tan shorts. 

“Ofcourse man you know i’m not one to..” Before I can finish the angel bimbo interrupts me.

“Omg that's so cute you guys did like a duo costume as father and son!!” she audibly eeks this, and for a second I’m filled with this sense of dread. That pulse from before gets bigger, heavier, the words others have said earlier whisper louder, clearer. “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?”  My chest starts to feel heavy as the heart beat gets louder and the pulse settles in my chest the words “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!”. My eyes are circling the room, I see other people in the room look around confused, some lost in a daze/trance.

“Its a kind of weird COUPLES COSTUME to be father and son but whatever floats your boat!” the angel's eyes sparkle as she says it, her halo starting to glow brightly. Her words come out more certain and self assured. Those words hang heavy as she says them, both me and Thomas sputter out some sort of response, saying that they were straight. That we’re not dressed as father and son but it falls on deaf ears or maybe the beating is getting too loud.

“Father- Son - Father Son- Father SON, FATHER SON!” Dissonant voices whisper in my ear, my eyes squinting as it repeats over and over again. I look over at Thomas and I feel that same PULSE from earlier reaches out and extends to him. Wrapping around him, tying us together with a knot, my stomach flipping, blood pumping through my body as my breath gets more erratic. 

“Couples Costume, Couples Costume, COUPLES COSTUME!” The voices start overlapping again, that magical knot strengthens, the blood pumping in my body starts moving lower, that warm pulse echoes and I feel my cock start growing, my balls churning.

That warmth gets hotter as my chest rises but refuses to fall getting bulkier, my shirt stretching as pillowey pecs forming strain the fabric of my polo. My nipples harden and bulge, becoming more sensitive as 

“No listen babe, I was totally ooogling your tits, I am not into Thomas or any dudes massive pecs or hungry bubble butts and long cocks… What the fuc-” The last words spill out of my mouth without my control the girl just laughs. Thomas looks scared, his body freezing up, his own breath hitchiung and my eyes can help but travel down to his shorts, landing right on his bulge as it slowly distends the fabric, pushing further out as he gets harder and harder.

Words echoing louder and louder from before “Omg you're dressed like such a dad” or “what are you supposed to be a dad?” God it was getting so hot in here, so hot and I was getting so horny I tried to focus on any of the women in here, all in different stages of transformation as they suffer the same as we do. My eyes finally landed back onto the bimbo, now basically an angel and l can’t help but wonder and maybe worry what happens to me next, eyes drifting to her tits for one last glance. “You’ve got your own tits bozo look at them instead of mine!” My chest is getting heavier, hair piling onto it all of a sudden as shivers go up and down my spine. Images of a Life I have never had start trying to bombard me.

“Uhuh, I’m sure that's true DADDY, you and your son have fun being perverted sinners in public!” Her words echo and blast into me joining the chorus, her wings look larger and her halo glows as she begins to float away. The other people at the party convulse, and grab their heads, some of their costumes like masks and skin tight muscle suits begin to sink into flesh, becoming impossible to remove, moans and groans echo the halls as the beating walls continue to beat faster and faster.

“Bro, Bro, whats going on bro, I can’t can’t…FUCK..Bro..DA..Bro my my cock!” Thomas’ hands move up and down his body feeling himself. His skin shifted,  his forearms toning as his biceps bulging.

“Dude..Fuck, your so..so..ho..Dude I thin..I think people are becomin..becoming fkkk… becoming their costumes dude!” I say through gritted teeth, I feel my arms grow heavy as they gently caress my growing pecs. I see hair start growing up and down my arms in smatterings, skin aging as it reconstructs. Muscle packing on as my shoulders broaden and biceps become boulders. My neck widens, Adam's apple expanding rapidly as my voice deepens and moans. Why did I keep looking like Tom-Thomas like that

The people at the party are going crazy, their transformations happening rapidly. I watch in fascination as a guy dressed up as Nightwing with a rainbow chest symbol instead of his normal blue, with an obvious butt pad throws his head back. His body filling out to perfectly fit the suit, his chest these perfect mounds, with strong shoulders. His waist trims perfectly, and his bulge rapidly grows to fill out his pouch. His cock and balls pushed obscenely against the fabric. He’s wailing in moans of pleasure as his thighs thicken into perfect thunder thighs and his calves carve into diamond.  I watch the obvious stiffs pads this man had probably put in the back of his suit begin to sink into his flesh, the padding rippling and jiggling as it becomes flesh-like. The last thing to change is his face, his jawline getting sharper and lips poutiers. His hair goes from curly blonde to slick black. Becoming what looked clearly like a porn parody of nightwing as he groped his new fat jiggly ass.

“Fuc..My … Dadd.. but we dont..Fuck.. ASS.. we don’t have a costume Bro, like clearly we don’t, neither of us fucks with the holiday like that!” Thomas screams, his mind fighting off the changes as his shorts inseam shrinks smaller and his shirt gets tiger. His pecs pushing it further, my mind drifts to us in some garage gym, me over him, domineering in just some basketball shorts as he does some bench presses. My eyes roaming his body as he drips sweat, his face looking up at me in lust.

“Fucks, no we..we don’t boy..Fuck bro but everyone says we do.” My once average trim build explodes as a muscle gut forms on my stomach pushing my shirt even farther, my back muscles tensing and growing, My legs are next becoming tree trunks, my shorts barely keeping up as my ass and erection push the seams to their limits. My ass was like two globes and my cock went from an above average six inches to a fucking monster ten inches. Fuck I.. Fuck I am so horny and my boy, no my bro is right there, still fighting it.

No that wouldn’t do, no I needed my Br… Boy, fuck no this wasn’t me, I’m not his Dad, I’m not his father, I’m Skylar, I work in a shitty ass company to- PROVIDE FOR MY BOY- fuck no, I’m Skylar and I work for me..Me and my boy to have a good life. Yeah I’m Tommy’s Daddy and I couldn’t wait to…to.. We need to fix this. Looking at Tommy’s struggling face and slowly inflating muscles I couldn’t help but lick my lips or I could give in. I could give into this fucked up fantasy and have my way with my son, my boy, my TOMMY. I could let this magical energy thrum through me and age me further, what was I now thirty-nine, no I was forty-three. Fuck and Tommy looked like he was just entering college fuck my son was so hot and he was only going to get hotter.

___________Thomas- Soon to be Tommy

The party was getting insane, people were literally losing themselves to their costumes. I had tried to find Sam earlier, talk with her and tell her I was upset about how I was being treated but I just couldn’t, not with the crowd moving around the way it was. I just had to mingle and drink my feelings until I found my da- BRO I mean my Bro and that chick called us father and son, and a couple?! Oh my god it was almost as insane as the magic transformations and shit. But watching Da- Dad- im trying to think hjis name but DADDY keeps burning my brain instead. 

Looking over at him as energy pulses through the both of us I can’t stop my eyes from widening. A look of insanity and pleasure plastering itself on his slowly aging face as his sin becomes slightly weathered. Wrinkles crossing his face, facial hair sprouting around his lips and stronger chin, and his hair taking on a salt and pepper look. My bro was looking like some dude in his forties instead of a twenty-six year old. Not to mention how his thickening neck led to broader shoulders, massive arms and a pillowey set of pecs I couldnt wait to moto- Fuck no I do not want to motor boat this man tits.

No this wasn’t happening, I would not let it change me. That weird litany of voices and thumping of a distant but loud heart beat kept echoing as a warm pulse kept battering against my mind. Trying to change me, who I am like it was changing DADDY, no he’s not. Fuck if I keep thinking of him the more it changes him in my mind to be daddy I need it to not. I felt the thrum of power through my mind and down my body anchoring me further to… da..him. His gaze turned to me, corrupted, insane and horny beyond comprehension.

“Boy, it seems like you're fighting the truth right now!” The way he says that feels bone chilling, his body moving closer to me as he stands tall and firm. His body heat radiating off of him as he gets so fucking close to me his mouth is right next to my ear. 

“Br.. Bro..DAD..what are you, what are you doing dAddy?” My voice catches in my throat, pitching up as words tumble out. I can’t stop this, my voice is cracking and getting higher than it was in puberty, I was sounding like SUCH A TWINK oh my god. Whats a fucking twink?!

“Just getting close to my son, don't you love me boy, don't you love your DADDY?!” The words ring in the air with the beating heart of the walls. The room is spinning and I feel each syllable latch onto me, burrowing into my skin, through my muscles, up my bones and into my mind. Breaking the barriers down. I grit my teeth.

I feel his hands reach out and slowly, gently caress my body, my torso trembling as his hands glides under my shirt and  around my body like a knife cutting through butter. That warm pulse expands where his hands go, the hair that laid there coiled and brown evaporates as if they were nothing. I hear him moan.

“No,. no Daddy stop..no this isn’t right..I’m not..not your boy, we..we were bros..Sk..DADDY please remember!” I almost get his name out, I can feel it, i’m gonna win, I think I can fight this stupid magic bullshit, I can take my life back. But trying to say his name IMMEDIATELY increases the intensity of whatever is going on, the thrumming power surging through the house focuses on me, I feel the rest of my body from the nose down become completely hairless, my skin softening and smoothing.

“No Boy, you don’t want me to stip do you, you want this, you want daddy, Daddy is good for you, Daddy knows best, if you want to be good you’ll listen to daddy, good boys LISTEN to DADDY don’t they? I think they do I think every good boy LOVES to listen to their DADDY and your the best GOOD BOY their is!” His hands started kneading my flesh, his words whispered directly into my ear as they battered my mind. My eyes tightened, trying to fight against this outside force. But as his hands moved, they moved lower till they slowly reached the top of my ass, his hands diving into my shorts, pulling them down with force as they SQUEEZED each cheek for every word he emphasized.

Magic pulsing through me as he focused on my ass, my body couldn’t help but arch my back, small moans leaping from my lips begging for more as I feel a PULSE rush through my body. My cheeks felt like balloons filling with air, fat and muscle growing my once average ass into jiggling mounds. My ass fatter and better then any of those basic bitches on instagram….. Wait, what the fuck was that thought, I don’t think like this, i don’t talk like that. Like some vapid, dumb stupid whore. I feel the front of my shorts strain as the waistband that was hanging onto the bottom of my cheeks gets fully distended.

“No..No Daddy, Daddy I don't, i dont want to be.. BE YOUR GOOD BOY!” I try and fight it, but as I do he rears his hand back and spanks my left cheek. My ass IMMEDIATELY rippling as sparks of pleasure rake through my body, eyes rolling back as words force themselves out of my mouth. My lips tingling and plumping mouth salivating as images of DADDY flood my mind. Him in different states of undress, his massive, delicious, leaking cock hanging over my face. His hairy chest being worshipped by my mouth, lips and tongue. His beautiful belly resting against my back as he rails me.

These aren’t real. I know they aren’t real, but it feels real. It feels good. Hours spent in the gym with daddy to hone my physique. I feel his hands leave my ass and drift up my back and around my chest. His fingers playing and manipulating my nipples. Like he was tuning the magic changing me for his pleasure. Making me in his image as any good daddy should. I was so lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. I felt my nipples grow, expand, becoming harder than diamond and one of my most sensitive spots.

Mass piling on my chest until they became perfect muscular peaks. Pillowey pecs that sat perfectly across my growing broad shoulders. He keeps playing with my muscle titties and I feel My waist tapered inward, making my giant ass and perky muscle tits look like such a hot fucking hourglass figure. I mean the way my Daddy’s hands just perfectly wrap around my trim waist and power fucks me. If I wasn’t close to cumming before I definitely was now. I feel abs cobble themselves together across my torso, my thighs becoming perfectly thick from the runs Dad makes me do and my calves like carved diamonds from soccer. My balls are churning so much cum as my cock leaks at just the thought of Daddy and being a good boy for Daddy, that's all I want to do, is be a good boy for him. That's all I could be was a GOOD BOY… No, find some fight Tommy…Tho..TOMMY..No my name's TOMMY.

I can’t let this happen. I didn’t know if this was permanent but I was losing my name, my mind, everything was reeling as I felt my father play with me. He’s not my..Fuck daddy was so good at tweaking my nipples, he was always so handsy when he drank. No, I had to get out, I couldn't stay. But wouldn’t it be so hot to unzip dad’s pants and let him rail me in front of everyone at this party? Daddy was so hot when he’d fuck me anywhere and everywhere, taking me however he wanted, his hand trailing down my back to my ass, his fingers parting my cheeks searching for my hole. I bit my lip as he did just that.

“You want it so bad, we made this ass in the gym for me TO FUCK. For me to USE. You exist and LIVE! For my pleasure. Fuck your such a hot fuck toy. Love thes fuckin tits, these muscles, your never leaving me are you boy?” His fingers were pressing against my hole, god they were so thick, so long, they felt good the pressure felt good he was teasing it. Tracing around it.

I felt the thumping heart get faster, the walls closing in, the echoing magic racing through my body and mind.Washing everything that didn't matter away, it was all garbage. My life, my sexuality, none of it mattered, only Daddy did.I hadn’t even thought of that cheerleader bitch since I got around Daddy, why would I, I was the gayest himbo you’d ever meet at my university and I only had eyes for one man and as he pushed gently against my hole, my eyes rolling and mouth moaning like a mad man I KNEW i was near the edge, my cock was so hard, begging for release, his finger inching in me, getting closer to my prostate I know I wouldn’t be back. But I didn't care. 

One hand fingering me, the other wrapped round my tits I started begging, not for it to stop, but for more. His finger thrusting in and out slowly, my naturally lubed up, wet hole letting it slide in and out getting a little deeper each time. But he refused to push my button to hit my prostate. He had an evil grin on his face, my moans weren’t enough. The primordial magic building further and further getting to a point it would erase EVERYTHING and he wanted me to say, for me to willingly give it up and I WAS READY TO.

“Fuck, Daddy please fuck me, please fuck me I need it. I need you, I need you in me. Please, please, please rail me, I need you Daddy. I wanna be your good boy, your cum slut, for you to fuck me monday to sunday however you want. Please I need you, USE ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DADDY!” My voice ringing through the halls, the magic completing as Daddy pulls his finger out and presses his cock against my hole, not even teasing my rack, hotdogging his dick between my thick cheeks. He was desperate just like me.

“Anything for my BOY!” And he thrusts in and EVERYTHING GOES WHITE. His thick ten inch monster obliterates me in every sense as I cum everything out. Firing load after load as the head of his cock pushes past my prostate and deeper then anything else ever would go. My body tensed and hole becoming a vice grip immediately trying to milk his cock. His moans were glorious as I let out a silent wail of pleasure. There was no such thing as pain with DADDY, there never would be. The feeling of his pubes against my ass was like nirvana being this full.

His hands on my waist as he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, moaning and groaning. “Fuck your perfect boy, your my perfect, amazing.,” He thrusts again going faster, my eyes going white as his words sunk into me, his hands holding my waist just so right. I could feel one of them move up to hold my shoulder, the other letting go and spanking my ass. Getting faster as his breath gets more ragged “Slutty, hot, sexy boy. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you. I love you I love you I love you!”

“I love you Daddy, fuck you fuck me perfect, i love your body, your cock, your mind. Daddy please never stop fucking me!” I'm thrusting back to meet his thrust, my ass jiggling every time as they bounce back and forth. I can only imagine how hat daddy found that. The weight of his stomach fully falling on me, his pecs against my back and shoulders as he uses all his strength to fuck me how I deserve. He’s not talking anymore, he’s just moaning and grunting as he loses himself to pleasure. He isn’t the only one, everyone at this party is doing the same, falling to base carnal needs and desperation I had never seen before.

I know Daddy’s close I can feel it, he’s right on the edge and I am again. Daddy always made me cum so much from my useless cock. Fuck I need it I need it so bad I need dad to breed me.

“Please, Daddy, DADDY please Breed me Daddy, I need it, fuck it deep in me, i want to always feel you like this!!” my words echoing breaking into his mind like a command, that tether from earlier that connected us tying deeper as he gives in, whispering in my ear about how much of a dirty slut I was, how he would love to breed me forever and make me his cum slut. 

I was begging for us to cum together to have that epic release as father and son and he grunted deeply, agreeing, our balls tightening as everything started to get fuzzy and blurry around the edges, my life with Daddy solidifying further as he came deep into me, thrusting more and more getting it deeper with each load making me fire off my own. It was a solid five minutes of orgasming before we stopped, before he pulled out of me and stood up. Looking at me bent over a couch filled to the brim with his cum and looking at him with those pleading eyes like the horny slut I was. I couldn’t get enough of him and he just smiled.

Picking up our clothes and putting in a bag he had he put it around his arms before picking me up bridal style. Carrying me out of the house. Past the threshold of the magic and into the outside world. Where the spell would become irreversible. Our lives and reality soldifiying as Daddy took me home.

I loved my Daddy.

_____________________________________ Samantha epilogue.

I woke up to a trashed housed at five am. And all I could think was FUCK MY LIFE. ofcourse my useless boyfriend ended up not wearing the costume I picked out for him, but worse he was nowhere to be found and his room in the townhouse we shared WAS GONE. Not just his stuff his entire room. Like there was never another person living here.

To make it worse I felt like SHIT i don’t know how cheerleaders do it, All i know is im tired, exhausted, halloween was a success but I was single and pretty sure more then a few people left the damn threshhold and were out fucking up the barrier between reality and fiction out there. Oh well something to remember for next halloween!

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Country Nick Chapter 2/3

More Nick Jonas fun! Hope you guys are enjoying this series! the first chapter and second were already all posted on the patreon discord with more then a few others!!! Chapter 3 coming next week! ________________________ It had been an idyllic nine months. Of fucking, cuddling, and loving the man of my dreams. The man who loved me with not just his entire hart, but his entire being, and it was because I made him. He was forged from a male popstar and crafted into the fine all american beef of a southern cowboy who was so gay and so horny. I was laying in his arms, my face perfectly trapped in his armpit, worshipping and lapping at the musk that demanded my attention. His bicep was applying such a light pressure on the back of my head, god it was heaven, just being this close to him.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t doing the exact same thing though. In the last nine months Nick WOODSON had explored and had his way with my body like he was an expert. A few times near the beginning he talked about how it was crazy, nerve wracking and exciting to fuck like it was all brand new and I couldn’t help but hold in a laugh. In so many ways it was but not for his mentality, for his memories. He was sniffing my exposed pit like his life depended on it. While his other hand slowly drifted down his body feeling himself up.

This was the other part that I had fallen in love with in nine months. Where I had been ecstatic to explore Nick’s body, Nick was even more enthused. His enthusiasm as he worships his own body, feeling himself up as he slowly breathes in his own musk. It was something to take pride in and Nick Woodson had pride in spades.

Breathing in his musk and feeling his hairy body he couldn’t help but stroke himself, tugging on his hard leaking cock as his other hand brought my face deeply into his pit. Suffocating me with pure bliss as he holds me deeply in his pit, telling me how much he loved me, how he loved worshipping his body, how hot I was. He was babbling incoherently, he was getting so close but today was the day I needed to set everything up.

It had been nine months, the time I had set for Frankie, the time I had set for both brothers to be reunited and that meant I had to implant something in Nick's mind when he was close to the edge, when he was at his most vulnerable, sure I could just ram right in, but what was mind control and brainwashing with out a little foreplay. So as he muttered that he was close, that he was on edge, I pulled myself free from his massive, meaty hands and whispered directly into his ear.

“SLEEP!” The word echoing out, resonating deeply into his mind as everything just shut off and his body tensed and froze. Stuck in a moment of pleasure, right on the edge of cumming but stuck god he was hot.

“Nick, you are deep in trance and your subconscious mind knows what to do, tell me what you're supposed to do!” I loved this, it made trances so much faster, more efficient and fun. I had had to tinker with Nick a few times throughout our nine months together, just to ease his mind and or make him enjoy or explore a new kink and this had become a life saver.

“When I enter trance I become incredible susceptible to you, and will repeat everything you say back to me, letting the words solidify themselves around me, when they do that i become incredibly aroused, which makes me go deeper into trance creating a loop that I enjoy and when i wake up I don’t remember anything consciously.” he mouths it all off perfectly like he was reading from a script, his breath hitching only slightly at the idea of following orders, of being the best slut that Nick Woodson could be. God if only i could have him like this forever, it would just get boring and we both need change.

“Perfect Nick, you're such a good boy for me, you love being a good boy for me. Nick I’m going to remind you of something, something that you are going to know has always been true, something that you just never felt comfortable about, that never sat right with you, do you understand?” The question was rhetorical, I could make him understand but I loved watching his mind do the work for me, mind control had definitely made me lazier but also gave me a lot of new kinks.

“I Understand, I’m…I’m a good boy, and Good boys obey, I like obeying. You're going to remind me of something, something that has always been true and I’ll believe you. I was just never comfortable telling you about it till now, its been bothering me!” his voice was tinged with sadness, okay thats a good basis. I hated making him feel anything negative, but everything had to be real. Had to feel real it was the only way to solidify this life, this fantasy we had made.

“Its your brother, Frankie, you remember him, you remember him but believe him to be your older brother Frank. Frank was amazing until you realized you were gay, realized you were very different then the man he thought you would be. He’s incredibly homophobic, basically toxic masculinity personified, walking around talking and doing everything he wants!” The words hit him hard, his face is scrunching up. I have to raise my voice and repeat myself the words breaking through the resistance. I know why, even though he is lodged deep inside, Nick Jonas could never believe that his brother Frankie could ever be that horrible. So the information causes dissonance. But once I reaffirm that it's not Frankie, not anymore that it's Woodson's brother Frank. Jonas falls away again and Nick repeats after me no problem.

“Frankie is Frank, Frank, Frank is my brother. I remember him. He’s… Frank is my older, homophobic brother, toxic masculinity incarnate. Such.. Such an asshole, he  was so toxic. Taking and doing whatever he wants!” he was going from sad to angry, reality was setting in his mind, he was picturing frankie as his southern brother. Homophobic, masculine and someone who truly didn’t try to care for others.” His face fills with sadness, this look of fear, anger, resentment and grief overwhelming the handsome man as YEARS of new ideas and memories that weren’t there before rush in. Festering thoughts that most likely kept him up late at night, questions he’d never be able to answer or get closure on. I created a whole set of new personality traits with less then a paragraph. Magic wasn’t just crazy, it was powerful and a whole new drug for me.

“Okay Nick, repeat back to me everything you just remembered!” Time to see if it all sunk in, to see if the plan is set to go!

“I’m…I…I’m a good boy (close enough, good start) and and I have a brother, brother named FRANK… an older brother named Frank Woodson, who..who outed me to my parents, he’s…He’s a very toxic, bad man, super homophobic, uber masculine and just…just the worst he’s the reason I was disowned!” that was it that was all of it bunched into one or two short sentences. I could tell he was hurting, that he was in pain, I mean I had just distilled years of trauma into less then thirty minutes its to be expected, but I hated seeing it.

“Okay, you are a good boy Nick, you did such a good job. Now I am going to worship your muscles and calm you down and when you’ve let out all of your emotions and feel calm you’ll wake up!” My voice is level, smooth as I move to sit on the ground under him. My beautiful southern boy, a former pop star, was otherworldly from this perspective. My hands are already rubbing his thighs.

“I’m a good boy, I did good, your gonna worship me and make me feel better, calm, while i let my emotions out and when I’m feeling better I’ll wake up!” his voice was leveled, his tension easing but I knew this was going to take a while, and I was more than happy to wait, doing what i loved the entire time.

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Frankie- 9 months of hell?....!

It was a permanent pink fog cloud in my head, impossible to wade through, to find my way out of. I knew what was going on around me but I couldn’t call for help, I couldn't say anything, it was like I was muted. No like I was trapped behind a mirror, a fun house mirror maze where each mirror shows me what I’m doing but I’m twisted, changed and no one is questioning it. The pink fog just didn’t help

The worst part, I can still hear him, that man who changed my brother, who took me, his voice ringing in my mind. It's normally quiet, dull, but present, it only gets loud when I have to follow it, follow the orders for different scenarios. I remember the flight back to L.A. There was this flight attendant, he was obviously gay, obviously checking me out. I remember looking through the mirror and seeing myself checking him out, staring at his ass, biting my lip.

“No i think you’re the gay freak Frankie….” His words echoing and pulsing as I watch my body palm my bulge, getting this guy's attention.

I remember him asking me about Nick, maybe, just maybe, trying to start up some level of conversation to pull me away but when he did I felt the blue eyed, tall man’s other command kick in. making me dismiss it. I did manage to get his number though and with an ass that round and tight you can/… fuck no your not a fag…no your not homophobic either get a fucking grip.

That was the other thing, it wasn’t even just my body listening to him, my own mind had been molded by it, I knew on some level i had been pushed back to my subconscious, that i wasn’t firing at all cylinders currently. But it didn’t stop me from wanting to try to fight it.

My body was exhausted by the time I got back and off the flight, going nonstop for hours and I know i just wanted to collapse into my bed. But it didn’t matter how sore my muscles were, or how tired my mind was, my body had a job to do. It was all I could muster to try and force myself to go to my bed instead but all i had managed to do was shuffle my feet before his words echoes again.

“....... you will also go home and get rid of all knowledge about where you went, that note and all other info that could possibly link you to here…..” I immediately went from resting in the doorway to slamming it shut. My body moving like a mad man as I brought out an old shredder and scavanged through all the physical paperwork I had printed out, all the plans I had made and details and sadly but most importantly the note i left about the situation. Maybe I could have fought if I had more sleep, or more time but I relented from the exhaustion.

My hand funneling page after page into the shedder, I feel apart of myself crying, wishing I wasn’t doing this. But the other part of me feels rewarded, pleasure as he listens to the command, giving into SIRS commands. Giving up control to him, and how much better it was to do that, to give up control to him and let him think for us. I felt my cock stiffen in my jeans, I had left my underwear behind for him, the denim brushing against my cock the entire way home, i was so close, just another file destroyed, just another bank statement. Just the note and I would be a good boy.

I wanted to be a good boy, I needed to be a good boy and I would do it. As everything was shredded, and my new reality settled for me, I felt it. I felt released, my cock painting the inside of my jeans white as load after load fired into em. My voice moaning loudly as my eyes rolled into back of my head and the only thing that thrummed through my conscious and subconscious mind was “OBEYING WAS BLISS” 

I had a whole new routine once I woke up in bed, It was pretty self explanatory, I’d wake up early, would make a protein shake, and go to the gym, my body’s host or whatever servant to Sir getting the best marvel movie personal trainer with my hard earned joans money to train me up. Working out for hours and hours as I had a one track mind. Then I’d go home, eat some nutritionists fever dream of dinner and watch hours and hours of western and cowboy movies and content. My voice practicing the different accents each time.

I was constantly hard and horny, and not just from the work outs and higher levels of testosterone, no I was horny because I was obeying and it made becoming something I wasn't more bearable, easier to swallow.

It had been a few weeks before I felt it, a moment of clarity and then a pit in my stomach. My parents were calling and I knew I’d lie to them, I knew I would do anything I had been asked to do and I had been told to tell them an entire fabrication in order to protect HIM and keep Nick under HIS control.

“Baby, sweetie, we hadn’t heard from you in weeks, are you okay? Everything alright? Have you found him?” My mothers voice was laced with worry and filled with sadness. She had already lost one of her sons, the thought of losing another probably tearing them apart, if only they knew they just did. I felt my face form the fakest smile it could, my voice switching from a poorly manufactured southern accent (WERE STILL WORKING ON IT) to my normal voice. Hell even my posture changing as I responded.

“Frankie listen to me carefully, no matter what happens here today, you are going to keep in contact with your family, with your parents and when they contact you, you will act like your normal everyday self. But you have found nothing, absolutely nothing on Nick, but that you are not giving up and that you will figure this out and that you know you have a lead your working with….”

“yeah , sorry, mom, dad its been crazy, i just finished chasing a lead. I’m sorry I didn't call sooner. I know how worried you are!” God it was so sickly sweet, did I really talk to them like that!? 

“No, kid don’t apologize we were just worried, please don’t go that long without talking to us. You said you found a lead!” My dad sounded hopeful, my mom was a little choked up, god I was so glad I couldn’t see their faces, it might kill me if I actually saw her red eyes from all the crying and worrying she had been doing about the situation.

“Yeah, Yeah i found one, So turns out ****COME ON SAY IT FRANKIE, SAY THAT HE IS IN ALABAMA, SAY THAT YOUR MIND CONTROLLED**** there's a ping of nicks card being used in new york, I’m going to fly out since it's a hotel!” I couldn’t control my mouth, no amount of mental screaming changed that, no amount of fighting fixed it.

“Oh sweetie, we’ll go with you?” My mom immediately says, i want to say yes, maybe if they saw me in person they would see something was off but my body had other plans, my programming, not my body, this wasn’t my action at all.

“No, I can handle this, besides if nick ran we shouldn’t make him feel like he's cornered!” It was a smart thing to say to get them off my back, they always tried to give us space after the hold child star thing.

“I get that, just please keep us updated, no longer than a week without calls!” She says her voice is more serious then I’d heard in a long time.

“Ofcourse mom, mom dad I love you guys so..so much!” I was finally able to speak, to say something real, my eyes watering.

“Love you too Frankie, no matter what thank you for this!” My dad said before hanging up the phone, i had tried to say bye but I had been cut off by them. God I had no hope did I?

The next few weeks were a blur, i had been sexually confused, unable to get off, men were turning me on, outrageous homophobic thoughts battering in my head, and my previous girlfriend had broken up with me for abandoning her? IM SORRY IM MENTALLY TRAPPED IN A WEIRD MAGICAL FUGUE BY A GAY MANIAC. God women had no patience - THATS WHY I’M GLAD TO BE A GAY FREAK- fuck off programming.

The only real change came when my brother Joe called saying he was coming over, he had been the same level of mind fucked as Kevin and Nick but it seemed more egregious lately, I had seen a thirst trap of his, in thes tight leather shorts sitting with a manspread with some thirsty song playing. Plus he kept liking EXCLUSIVELY men’s comments about him and his body. Even replying “Good Boy” to some of them. When he knocked on my door I was so glad I had full control of my body. 

“Bro, bro i need your help!” Joe had gone through more changes then I thought, his right ear was pierced, he wore an open vest with no shirt underneath and shorts that looked painted on over his buge.

“Joe, what’s going on? Why did you rush over here!” He was pacing the room back and forth, each step making his fatter ass jiggle, he had been hitting the weights harder then me. Sure I had gone from skinny athletic to marvel fit, but he’d gone from popstar with muscles to porn star proportions. I couldn’t help but stare, god even at my own brother this programming was more then fucked up. His ass was just so fat, so muscular and round wait was he hard, did he have no underwear on? God I could only imagine- Snap out of it hopefully he didn’t notice me staring. He had stopped pacing though his words were lost on me as my brain had been flying a mile a minute.

“... lil bro, come on listen I was trying to tell you about this new role I’m up for!” He was snapping his fingers, his eyes were staring at me in a way i had never seen. I could never have thought of my brother joe like this, like some slut parading around.

“New role? Your acting again? I thought… I thought you guys were done with that for…” He lets out a giant groan interrupting me, his hand going down to adjust his cock and balls. Staying down there far too long as he takes a slow sensual grab at his crotch, hand going up and down.

“Oh Bro, don’t you know. I’m being circled by Ryan Murphy right now. He is basically ALL OVER ME. Him and Gay twitter have been obsessed with what I've been putting out and I couldn’t be happier.” The way he looks me up and down is not the way a brother looks at another brother, and a brother doesn’t normally lick his lip as he does.

“Joe, Joe what are you even posting, this isn’t like you at all dude. Why are you catering to fa– Gays like this! Ryan Murphy?! You know he’ll sexualize the fuck out of you like he did Nick!” I was trying to talk sense into him, but as he stepped closer and I got a whiff of him, and my eyes kept roaming his incredible physique I couldn’t stop my dick from throbbing. Joe definitely saw it, and saw it start to darken my pants with precum as I started leaking.

“No i think you’re the gay freak Frankie….” SIRS words echoing and pulsing again, and again as I feel that compulsion ripping through me. My mind is unable to resist these new urges and ideas as my body fills with warmth. God this is the worst thing that could happen. I need to get my brother out of here before I do or say something i regret.

“That's the goal bro, listen I know what they want and they want me. Who am i to say no especially when its so hot I hope he has a MEATY role for me, isn’t it hot to you too. Aren’t you getting just the tiniest bit horny too bro?”  he laughs after he asks that, quickly pulling my commando pants down. These days I have basically stopped buying or wearing underwear. It's not like it fits around my new ass right. So my hard, leaking cock flings out and Joe’s eyes light up, almost with a tinge of unnatural blue before returning to normal. My voice stutters and sputters as I try to find an explanation while also being shocked. Joe mutters something about brothers just messing around before his hungry gaze returns.

“See bro, I’m hot, even you know it, yeah go for it, stroke that dick to me!” He starts flexing as he says it and I look down in horror to see myself stroking… HORROR? Its hot not horrific… no no no this can’t be happening again.

“God yeah, really get into it!” He pulls off his vest showing off a sweaty muscular chest that he bounces up and down, his arms going into double bi pose. Feeding off of my attention as my eyes tried to worship him.

“Always felt like you were the gay one out of all of us Frankie, but don’t worry your secrets are safe with me.” He walks forward, narrating my masturbation session, his words were honest, and true unlike some of the weird thirst trappy-ness. This was his real thought and as he got closer I flt weaker to him.

“See i don’t think you can really get off on me from that far away, go on, feel all this muscle is really for you!” his voice was quiet, but husky nipping away at my mind, making me surrender faster. My hands moved off my own cock, one moving to grope his muscle ti, the other moving down to grab and grope his ass. Moans choked out of my throat, cock thrusting forward into him, and as I began to worship Joe I saw him throw his head abc.

“Yeah just like that, I figured you liked tits and ass, but what about my…mmm yeah really feel those cheeks. Instagram says i’ve built a bakery, those guys from heated rivalry actually sent me dms asking if I’d audition because of a reel I posted shaking it… fuck anyway, what about my cock, don’t you want to feel it, don’t you want to see it!” His voice starts to fill my head, becoming the only other voice then SIRS. Of course I wanted to feel it, to see it. I wanted to taste it. I liked tits and ass but I also wanted to seee… wanted to see Joe.. my brothers.. I wanted to see my brother Joe's cock. God I wanted to feel and see my brother's cock it make mY GAY HEART so happy.

“Please.. Please Joe, i need, need to see it, need to feel it, please let me feel it.” I start begging him like my life depends on it. My hand digs into his painted on shorts, groping his ass cheek as the one that had firmly planted itself on his chest  started moving down, Joe was so excited, so thrilled, his own cock throbbing.

“Fuck… Fuck this is better then i could ever have imagined, all you can think about is watching me, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. Fuck you gay guys are so horny so desperate. I love it, I need it fuck take out my dick!” He brings his hands behind his head flexing more and as I’m given permission I gladly obey, tearing his pants down his legs and letting his much larger, girthier cock spring free. It was beautiful, my brother’s horny, hungry words began to wrap around my mind, altering the way I thought, colliding with Sir’s programming to add more layers of depraved ideas to my psyche.

Fuck Joe was hot, he was only good for his body, alway flaunting it like a slut. Fuck making me so horny whenever we’re around each other he was such a cock tease. A straight man who got off on gay guys attention, it made me- IM NOT— fuck  the idea of him taking advantage of me, or putting on a show to make me horny, lose control- NOT GAY- NOT A FAG— No not homophobic either. It was getting hard to breathe, no not breathe, stay focused, stay me. But why did I want to, it seems like… like even if I make it through this I still won’t control my body.

My knees fell out from under me, I was looking up at Joe, my eyes focused on his cock but I couldn’t ignore that cocky smile as he waved it back and forth, my eyes and mouth chasing after it. Precum steadily dripping onto my face that I had to lap up like it was liquid gold, my mind reeling as I fully realized what I was becoming, what i was falling into. I was becoming a horny, desperate slut who only viewed his brother as a piece of meat.

“Mmm Joe please, let me suck, please let me suck you, or just lick please, please i’ll do anything.” He wagged his dick above me more, it swayed back and forth. Such a beautiful cock, my hands couldn’t help but feel up and worship his body as I did. It swung to the right, a line of pre falling right across my cheek as it lightly slapped me, swinging left now knocking me deeper into this lust addled trance.

“Oh you want to suck me, want to fuck your throat with my hot fucking popstar cock?!” He slaps my face intentionally with his cock making me moan, a spurt of precum hitting me right on the lips, I can’t stop myself from licking them clean. Whining, pleading for him to do it. God I needed him to just fuck my throat with his hot cock. Why wasn’t he, doesn’t he know I found him attractive that fucking tease, that I needed him.

“Awww good boy, you know what, just for you, you can fuck yourself on my cock but I want you to swallow every drop. And after this moment, I want you to masturbate to me every night, yeah, you can only get off thinking about my hot, straight body.” His words hammer into me and before I know it my tongue has licked his shaft up and down, slobbering all over his massive cock. My lips parting as I dive mouth first on his cock as I fuck my own gag reflex away for him. Back and forth, back forth, bobbing up and down as he flexes all his muscles down at me, telling me how much of a slut I was and how I couldn’t help but worship a real man.

It was all so much, feeling the tip of dick push against the back of my mouth and into my throat as he went further and further than anything else had ever gone. My mind was set on fire as I started to give in my tongue starting to flick and lap as his shaft, my throat vibrating as I moaned around it. Starting to fuck myself on his shaft with my eyes staring up at him making perfect eye contact the entire time. My hands began feeling him up, grabbing at his ass and squeezing each cheek making him moan.

“... You can fuck yourself on my cock..” his words echo in my mind as I go bobbing up and down, i can fuck myself, i can fuck myself I CAN FUCK MYSELF. The command echoing in my mind as I lose myself to it, joe starts moaning uncontrollably  His hands finding their way into the back of my head, hands through my hair before he takes a tight grip and starts to skull fuck me pushing me on and off his cock rapidly.

“Fuck.. Fuck.. Frankie you feel so good, god you love it, you love it so much, worshipping me, my body, my cock, god I love how slutty you gay guys get over me… come on, i’m so close.. So close just.. ONE… More… THURST!!” My brain was melting, the idea of worshipping him, his cock his body all of it was so hot, so right. Fuck everything I was before, fuck the idea of myself as straight, nah i was gay, gay and slutty. Gay and Slutty and OBSESSED with Joe’s Dick. It over rode everything about me and as he thrusted in ONE LAST TIME, his cum splattered and filled my throat over and over again as I found myself trying to milk more and more of him. I don’t remember much before him leaving, mentioning how I was such a cum slut, but I do remember his ass, and the idea of eating that was better then anything.

This was too much for me, the real me, to hold on through. No I felt myself recede into this persona, into this identity of a gay slut and following my masters orders. Working out for the remainder of nine months, letting my body become perfect for Rhett. My southern accent getting deeper, and any and all phone calls with my parents were perfectly rehearsed. I was going to make master happy and be a good boy.

__________________ Rhett

When Nick left for his jog I expected myself to have a bit of time to clean up, to get everything adjusted. I hadn’t realized when I said nine months, it would be nine months right on the dot from when Frankie had last visited. He knocked on my door, zonked out of his mind, eyes glazed over blue with this dopey grin on his face that told me he was still in trance. His body already looked different, his clothes hanging on for dear life even with him just standing there. The fabric was painted on him, like it was a size to small. God he was so much hotter like this, already a dumb muscle hunk for me to control and mess around with.

But I didn’t need just some muscle hunk to control, I needed my fantasy. I needed Frankie to play his part to deepen this reality for Nick, so that there was no way out. That nick would be deeply ingrained as Woodson with no return. His other family members seemed to have stopped trying to reach out and the media, while still curious, has left the story open because every track has gone cold. Its those super freak fans though that bother me, the ones who keep pinging nicks old socials or posting about him across the board. Once I have Frankie, or well Frank with us we will have plenty of distractions to keep our (my) mind off of it.

As soon as I open the door and walk him through, crossing the threshold snaps him out of it. He almost loses his balance from the sudden shift in mind, perspective and body, his legs wobbling as he gains his composure, blinking rapidly and holding one hand to his head, I couldn't help but smile. The daze and confusion were like music to my ears as he groaned on about something, something a headache. It had been the longest i think I had ever had someone under my control. Maybe that's why it took him so long to be coherent speaking.

“What the fuck, who the fuck… What did you do to me? How did I, i was just…” his voice was shaky, his eyes were wide, tinged with this deep blue, the same blue my eyes echoed. It was a permanent connection, a tug here, a pull there and I was able to move him with thought, rearranging his psyche to my pleasure and whim. Like I have always said, nothing beat this, and sometimes it was better than sex.

“It’s okay Frankie! You are back here with me, dont you REMEMBER!” that word hits him like a brick to the forehead, remember. Flashes of our last encounter playing out in his mind, his blinking intensifying till he lets out a loud, exacerbated moan.

“Fuck, how did you do that, how am I so muscular, why… why do i smell like a fucking locker room and why am i back in alabama. What are you?!” God maybe I had fried his brain, because I literally just made him remember. Or maybe the truth was too hard to believe. Considering I don’t think anyone believes that someone can take over full control of your mind and body, that's fair, but I wouldn’t let this stand. I think he was so thoroughly thrown off from all of this he hadn’t even noticed the country twang he was speaking. This was HOT.

“Well. I’m your MASTER Frankie, REMEMBER, be a GOOD BOY and REMEMBER. I made you work out, I made you never want to wash away that musk, and gave you that cute accent over the last nine months.” I said it calmly, cockily, taking it all in stride as I see him lose his mind. Panic truly crossing his face as my words landed this time. I avoided the how, it was more fun to leave that to his imagination.

"Nine months…. Actually nine months, you took my life away from me nine months? For what some freaking queer fantasy. You tormented me, made me think all those terrible, wrong thoughts. I’m not gay, and I’m… I’m not homophobic. And the things you made me do to my brother!” Oh this was good, this was juicy. I hadn’t told him to do anything.

“What, you did something with your brother, WHAT WAS IT, with WHICH BROTHER?” I had no control here, this was beyond what i could have imagined. I didn’t even suggest that. I had to fucking know what led to this. His face scrunched up, it was a mix of anger, of disgust, like he was going to try and resist me. Deny me from knowing this because of some level of shame.

“You find no shame in telling me this, in fact you will find it hotter, more alluring and sexual then anything else you have ever experienced!” My words cut through his face filled with disgust and was replaced with a  dopey grin, hiscock growing hard in his tight pants.

“Fuck… it was so hot, joe had come over to talk about his slutty fucking role in a ryan murphy projec and he took advantage of me being a fag. Fucking my throat and getting me addicted to worshipping him. The idea of him holding my mead against his cock again sounds so fucking good to me. It be so hot to service him again.” His hand was playing with his bulge over his pants. His mouth salivating as he lost himself to the thought. Before the blue fog faded from his eyes and he looked horrified, he tried to protest but I just cut him off.

“Thank you Frankie, but anything else you have to say isn’t important, i did all of it to prepare you for today and you are going to be more then ready to do what i need if you already slept with one of your brother’s!” I go over to the couch sitting down on it, legs spread out to reveal my bulge, Frankie's eyes following me and landing on my bulge the second its exposed. He’s truly a horn dog now, god it was so hot to see this change.

“Not.. not important.. Today… today? What happens today?” He asks me but I’m already in position and as he steps further into the house I snap my fingers saying SLEEP. My voice echoed through the walls and into his ears. His mind reeling as everything in him relaxes and his whole face goes blank. His body PULSING with my power as he falls in between my knees. His head looked up into me with these empty, glowing blue eyes.

“We rewrite you today, see Frankie, you served your purpose, you built your body, your voice and your life into exactly what i needed and kept that pesky family of yours off me, and now that you're done, so is that annoying mind of yours. Nick needs a brother again, but not Frankie Jonas, after I’m done with you it all just be Frank Woodson, a homophobic, narcissistic toxic brother that will reinforce Nick into who he NEEDS to be!” The way his head just nods as I speak is perfect, so empty, so blank. I can tell internally he is panicking, but that doesn’t matter if he can't break out, not after nine months of reinforced conditioning.

“You won’t remember Frankie Jonas, hell you won’t give a shit about anything Jonas related, thats for girls and fags like your pathetic younger gay brother Nick. Everything that made you you, will be buried deep under layers and layers of toxic masculinity incarnate. Named Frank Woodson.” I let myself breathe as he took it all in his head starting to lean forward, into me. His face slowly falls into my crotch as he subconsciously nuzzles it.

“Repeat after me Frank, everything I say from this point is the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I would never lie to you!” My words are calm, they are steady and they are reliable. I don’t know everything about my powers, or the extent of them. But I do know that you can lead a horse to water and not be able to make it drink. Sure Brute forcing them to comply is hot and works initially but nothing is hotter then watching them help craft the lie, the fantasy. If my voice is steady and reliable, then even his subconscious will freely accept it. Freely take the trap and wrap itself in it, and when his lips part and the first syllables leave his mouth I know I have him.

“Everything you say… say is true from this point on. The whole truth, nothing but the truth. You… You would never lie to me!” He becomes more confident, his lips opening and closing as he speaks, accidentally kissing my bulge between each word. 

“Good boy, you are my good boy, and good boys deserve names, and your name is FRANK WOODSON, Frank Woodson Is Nick Woodson’s older brother, older by two years and you never let him forget it. You were born and raised on a farm in Alabama where you learned how to be a man!”  the words themselves are innocent, i’m praising him, keeping his guard down and his mind happy. Building a foundation so I can twist, manipulate and corrupt him into the perfect frank.

“I’m your good boy, and good boys deserve names. MY… My name.. Name is Franki… My name is Frank Joe… My name is Frank Woodson and I’m the older brother of Nick Woodson, by two years and I will never let him forget it. I was born and raised on an Alabama farm where I learned to be the man I am today!” Almost perfect, almost ready. I just had to get him to do it with no interruptions. He was almost not hesitating at all, just one more push, one more repetition. 

“Again!! Who are you, where are you from, who's your brother! Don’t you want to be my good boy” Come on give in, give up, let me fully in and be my bitch. His lulling tongue and nodding were proof enough before he spoke

“I’m Frank Woodson and my younger brother is Nick, Nick Woodson. We were born and raised in Alabama on my parent’s farm where I learned to be the man I am today.” He beams with pride his hands naturally coming up my calves and rubbing my thighs. He was so cute, he was so proud it was time to twist it.

“And the man you are today is the epitome of toxicity. Full on Alpha male, masculinity first, man spreading misogynistic prick ideology with every breath. You view women and ESPECIALLY GAY MEN as less than you, less than all SUPERIOR STRAIGHT MEN!” the words hammer into him like hes metal on an anvil. His face changes from pride to disdain, his mouth no longer kissing and licking my cock subconsciously, now turning into a disgusted sneer.

“I’m the epitome of toxic masculinity, fuckin fags and women should know their place is beneath me and my brothers in arms. God made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve! We are superior alpha males and deserve respect, masculinity is UNDER ATTACK” His verbiage slows down and gets dumber by the second, almost like he’s getting dumber as he starts to believe all of this. I mean bigotry is the cage of the mind so it makes sense that it would trap and make his smaller.

Fuck he was already getting to be perfect, losing his mind to the programming, muttering faggot under his breath while he adjust himself on the floor. His back straightens itself out, his stance widening as he makes more room for his bulge. While he is under my full control he still manages to make a face that makes me think he would think less of me. His hands adjusting and scratching his bulge like the true man he is.

“Thats right, homophobic down to your core, you actually outed your brother when you found out he was a queer, hoping it would set him down the straight and narrow, but he just up and left the coward (the delusion he tells himself he knows his parents kicked him out). When you found out recently that fag of a brother was doin porn online, gay porn, you just had to come here and beat the shit out of him for embarrassing the family name like that. It was bad enough you were related to a queer but now EVERYONE would know. Unforgivable!” God i was really hamming this up, I was creating a monster and it was only making me harder as I did it.

“It is unforgivable, that fucking faggot just had to be gay, ruining the family name but now he was out and about shoving it in everyones face. Fucking other fags for money like the slut he is. I am here to teach that bitch of a man a lesson. Sure some liberal dumbasses might call me homophobic but I don’t see it that way, I’m spreading god’s message and I won’t tolerate my brother not following it anymore.” He starts to twist my programming further, getting even deeper into this persona. At this point I don’t even know if the original Frankie can crawl out of this, or if it is, its firmly lodged so deep in his own brain that he is just an after thought now. I was starting to stroke myself, my cock hanging over Frank's face as I do. God it be so fun to bust a nut over him but in time Rhett.

“Okay big strong homophobe go wait in your car for your brother to get home!” I ruffle his hair and he grunts. Leaving him in a homophobic trance as he starts to walk off. His stride is more brutish than before, taking up more room then he could have possibly dreamed before, every step a stomp and a demand.

Now I just had to set the scene and make sure it was perfect for my Nick. The house was barely a mess but there were obvious signs someone had been here before, the couch was a bit of a mess, the floor had some drool and pre cum stains and the couch smelled very much like a bit of foreplay. It was hot but not something I wanted him to suspect anything of. It had to be shocking, it had to be awe-inspiring. Because after today everything would change and it would be perfect.

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Time passed and rolled on before he got here, cleaning didn't take nearly enough time and my life partner had the stamina to jog for as long as he wanted. So I passed the time scrolling my phone checking in on Joe and Kevin. Kevin was normal, if not odd standing next to his overtly sexual brother. Any interview they did looked like they were going to separate events, Joe always taking the lead, hogging the spotlight. Also always putting on a show, trying to “subtly” fluster his ever growing gay fanbase in a  way that made me horny. I had seen some blind items crop up over the last few months that suggested a male popstar turned ryan murphy actor had been dabbling more with men and that his appetite was unquenchable. It might just be something we look into later.

When the door opened I couldn’t help but run and hug Nick. A bit because I felt terrible for the trauma he would briefly experience, but mostly because I genuinely missed him. His hot sweaty physique immediately embracing me, his hands finding their way to the small of my back as he holds me just so fucking perfectly.

“Someone is happy to see me!” he says rubbing my back looking at me with that smirk of his!

“When am I not happy to see you, especially after you have been gone long enough!” He just laughs as I say it, before his hand dives into the front of my pants finding my hard leaking cock. A quiet, sweet moan leaves me before he leans his head against mine. His voice is just barely a husky whisper.

“I was talking about Rhett jr. Down there, but happy you missed me too babe!” he gives it a quick stroke before letting go and walking in putting his phone and keys down. I just laugh it off, mentally preparing myself. Fuck yeah i was hard, something hot was just about to…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It was a rapt knocking, so quick, so hard it even scared me despite the fact I knew who was doing it. I knew who was behind that door and that I held all the power. But fear like most emotions and feelings can be irrational and that's what the majority of this was, irrational. So when Nick went into protector mode, touching my shoulder and giving me this look before he pushed me behind him. I felt it all, this surreal feeling of the fantasy coming true. I was supposed to open the door, to be the one who accidentally lets him in but Nick was protective, he was loving and he would put himself in front of any danger coming my way.

Nick cautiously opened the door at first, scared and aware that almost anything could be behind it. But he didn't think it was any of his and why the fuck would he they hadn't seen or spoken to him in years . They were dead to each other and so when it was him standing behind it tapping his foot angrily. Nick's heart dropped because the last person he ever wanted to see again was waiting outside this open door, and it was Frank.

“You finally answered the fucking door FAGGOT!” The venom in his voice was strong. It had years and years of contempt laced into it, like it was natural, like it was real. Not like how it should be, this WAS a fantasy I have life and as it expanded and the scope widened so did its power. Frank pushes in, Nick was on guard but he wasn't expecting this, he's stepping backwards as Frank's hands find his shirt and pull him closer instead.

“I.. I… uh how did .. How did you find me! Nick manages to squeak out, fears playing rapidly in his mind as the situation progresses. Tensions are rising high and only a sentence or two have been said. Nick looks back at me, worried, scared but also this look that tells me he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

“What, think your brothers a fucking idiot. Don't take a damn … GENIUS… to do some digging. You been posting porn and lewd shit. Embarrassing the family you motherfucker and I can't STAND it.” he pulls him closer his face is almost touching Nick's. Spit is flying out rapidly with each syllable. His country accent is thicker. He only takes a sort breath before he continues though, not wanting to give Nick any time to speak.

“Bad enough you had to be a fag and a disappointment in our own God dang home. But bragging online as you take dick from that string bean. So glad I *shoves nick away from him, nick lands safely on the couch (had to narrate this here)* got rid of you but it wasn't a lesson that stuck huh?” He looks down at his brother then over at me. These steely eyes empty from any of Frankie's warmth, he was truly gone and replaced psyche wise, god I did good.

“Stop with that shit Frank, we're not kids anymore so stop acting like it and that you can push me around mother fucker.” Nick stands up pushing against his brother, their chest bumping into each other.

“or am I the only one that grew up while you stayed nothing more than insignificant on that farm!” Nick says leaving the final nail in the coffin. It enrages Frank to no end. So much that he starts to pull a fist back. Something I wouldn't let him or anyone else do, is lay a hand or hurt a hair on my Nick.

“SLEEP FRANK!” The words are quick and they work immediately. Because this entire time, Frank has been deep under my control. He never left trance, so his mind was ready and waiting to fall deeper. As soon as the words hit his brain and he stops moving, freezing in plac nick backs up and immediately goes to hug and maybe cover me. Trying to make sure that me, his partner is safe and also seeking smoke level of comfort.

“Fuck, fuck Rhett, he found me frank found me!” He sounds sad, maybe even a little scared, my heart breaking a bit. I hated doing this to him, but it was deep immersion, something that this new psyche would never let go of. So to make him happy in the long term he had to be sad. My hand gently rubbed from his shoulder to his back, my lips shushing him to comfort him.

“Hey, hey, babe it's okay it's okay. I stopped him, see, he’s frozen, he is stuck, he has no power over you right now.” He lets out a tiny sniffle as I say this, turning to see his “older” brother frozen in the same exact position he was in. His eyes glowing that bright hypnotic blue. Fully under my control. Nick looks back at me in shock.

“Fuck, you, you did that immediately? Babe are your powers getting stronger.” he wipes away a tear as he looks at me, his face getting calm as he takes it all in. What i said next wasn’t a lie per say, but it wasn’t me really answering the question how it was supposed to be. Yes my powers had grown but he was asking if thats what did this. If my sudden growth in hypnotic control just happened now and wasn’t from the meticulous and coordinated effort from months of doing it to him and a few randoms on the regular. Its why it was so easy to say it to him.

“Yeah, yeah they are babe! God I’m glad I could stop that!” I put my hand on his cheek and lean my forehead against his. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer into him, his head moving up and taking a deep sniff of my hair. His heart beat calming as he does. I feel his hands start to roam down me, all that excess adrenaline and energy getting to him. Normally after a run Nick was horny, that was already built into him before I corrupted him to my fantasy. So dopamine, plus adrenaline, meant my horny fantasy was one step closer.

“I am too babe, can… can you send him away, i want him away and gone from here so he can’t hurt you!” He was still so sweet as he said this, putting me first god. As much as I wanted to hearing his sad puppy pout voice say that, I couldn't cave in now.

“I would babe, but what if we got you some justice, some revenge!” I wiggled my eyebrows at him, it was an innocent suggestion to start with. I could just hypno him into wanting to do this, but that wouldn’t be nearly as hot. I wanted it to be his choice this time.

“Justice, revenge? What do you mean by that? Like make him think he’s a chicken, get him to hit himself every time he has a terrible bigoted thought?” I forgot how dumb I had made him initially. Sure it was hot but it meant spelling everything out to him. It wasn’t that much of a bother in the long run to be honest.

“No silly, Nick, this man has been nothing but a toxic, homophobic alpha male, we could correct all of that tonight!” My hands started rubbing his arms, one of them drifting to his torso, i had to keep him horny for this, add more stimulation Rhett I couldn’t help but think.

“We could correct it, how? Make him an ally, nice? I mean that would be nice I’m not sure that's really revenge tho Rhett? Actually lemme stop hun, what are you thinking!” He quickly realizes he has no clue how to process what I was saying, no idea what basis to go off of. But he would default to me, its not just the musk, or my touch that got Nick horny, it was my voice too. Whether it was an accident or through the brainwashing powers on purpose, my voice drove him crazy.

“Well, if we really want to change him, make him better, and get you revenge what if we make him fuck you…” before I can finish I see a deep red grow on Nicks face, embarrasment and arousal flushing through him and his mind.

“Fuck me? Fuck me? Rhett that's my brother, my blood?” He tries to reason with me, no, himself, I felt his cock throb against mine. But I keep going.

“Your brother who outed you, who harassed and hurt you, and invaded your home. Your brother who I KNOW you fantasize about. The idea of him becoming absolutely obsessed with that ass of yours.” I wasn’t meaning to plant suggestions, or add false memories but with Nicky it was so easy to fill in the blanks. When I mention his ass I make sure to get two handfuls of each cheek, squeezing them together making him moan.

“The feeling of that dick pounding into your tight hole, in and out, as he takes all that built up rage, aggression and insecurities and pounds them into your ass. The feeling of his hands on your shoulders, making you arch your back more as he refuses to stop fucking load after load into you.” I saw his eyes start to glaze over with that same blue, that horny smirk gracing his face as he started to grind into me. Pushing his ass against my hands as I start to knead them. I knew my boy was a slut, I knew he couldn’t resist the fantasies I’d speak, he just needed a little shove.

“Fuck babe, him fucking me would be so hot, so fucking hot can you please make him fuck me!” He was begging me now, his lips pouting, his own hands moving down to start stroking my cock through my underwear.

“Ofcourse babe! As long as you want it.” I give him one last chance to back out, to get out of this entire mess of relations. Because at the end of the day he still wasn’t in trance, he had full autonomy to say no, albeit with some of my horny powers being the devil on his shoulder. But he only nodded his head.

“Fuck i don’t want, i need it!” With that I got to work. I left my partners side and got right next to Frank. My husband already undressing at the idea of me messing with his brother’s mind 

“Frank, if you can hear me, I am going to give you suggestions, and when I give them to you I want you to internalize them as the truth, because everything I say is the truth. You are going to repeat back to me what I say and when I do it's going to become more true. Every word you say under my command takes you deeper and deeper into trance. The deeper into trance you go, the hornier you get, the hornier you get the more obedient you get, and the more obedient you are the more desperate you are to go deeper into trance.” My words are calm, flying through the air and going straight into Frank’s head, he was already under so it was met with no resistance.

“I can hear you, you speak the truth and nothing but the truth, when you suggest or tell me something I will internalize it as such. Because you only speak the truth I will repeat the truth back to you making it more true. Every word I say under your command makes me go deeper and deeper into trance, the deeper into trance I go, the hornier I get. The hornier I get the more obedient I become, and the more obedient I am the more desperate I become to go deeper into trance.” his eyes became a brighter blue, burning with my power as I carved out more room in his brain. There was barely anything of him in there consciously. I had made so much room to settle in ideas, sure frankie was still tucked away back there but if 9 months of conditioning didn’t shut him up, burning his brain to mush in orgasmic bliss would.

I felt Nick come up behind me, his hands settling on my chest, my smaller pectorals fitting perfectly in his large veiny hands. His breath was on the nape of my neck, his lips tracing their way up and down it as he begins to lightly massage my pecs. “The way you take control of men is.. Its.. its perfect. Its everything, the way they submit to you makes me so horny babe!” He starts to grind his cock against my cheeks, his shorts already discarded on the floor somewhere, its almost too hard to concentrate but I’m so close.

“Frank, when you snap out of trance you are going to feel a deep seated need to fuck and degrade nick. Truth is you find the idea disgusting, but this impulsive thought is overwhelming you and you have to fuck him. Each thrust is going to make you hornier and gayer and you will keep trying to fight it. But the more you do, the more you lose, mentally, emotionally until you fully cum out all of your bigotry and hatred. You will become a proud, masculine gay man who is super in love and protective of me and Nick. We are your world, you have an obsession, a kink, a fetish for licking, smelling and touching men’s pits, a total top in every way.” I don’t know if it was the control, my fantasy becoming reality or if it was Nick feeling me up but I was getting so horny as I said all of this. Nicks movements were getting faster, his hands fully kneading my chest. He was biting my neck leaving kisses and hickeys and his grinding became full on thrusting as he began dry humping me, one of his hands moving up from my chest, in between my clavicle and resting on my neck as he lightly put pressure on it. The feeling of his fingers just slightly tightening along my neck as he continues to rut and lose his mind, god we had to do this every time. I felt my energy, my emotion latching onto Frank, the feeling of horninesss I was feeling was taking over, I could feel it infecting his mind twisting it around.

“When i snap out of trance, I’ll… i’lll have to fuck my brother nick and degrade him… like the faggy slut he is. Truth is I find the idea disgusting, but this impulsive thought is overwhelming me and I have to fuck him. Every time I thrust into his, HUNGRY, EMPTY, HOLE  will make me hornier and gayer. I’ll keep trying to fight off being a faggot, a dirty, depraved faggot, but I will have to submit, i will have to fuck him till I cum out my hatred, my bigotry. I’ll become a proud, gay, masculine man who is deeply and utterly in love with you and my brother sir. I’ll be the kinkiest, most depraved, protective man of all of you, a horny top who only thinks with his MASSIVE dick!” His words were different then what i told him to say. Almost as if my words and my emotions and feelings all mixed together and created this. Like my intention was filling in more gaps as I lost more and more control and finesse. Maybe this could get dangerous if I wasn’t cautious.

When I felt Nick pull down my shorts, I knew I had to snap Frank out of it. We might lose ourselves to foreplay and I couldn’t have that. As soon as my fingers clicked together, Frank's eyes returned to normal except now his iris was a permanent, deep blue. I felt his mind, still connected to me. Almost like the constant stream of commands and my control over him took root deep in his mind cementing itself as a permanent spectral collar. One I could tug and pull on with a whim, altering him however I liked without even putting him under. He couldn’t think a thought if I didn’t want it and if it wasn’t for the fantasy right now I would have cum at just that thought.

Frank jumps to action, bounding up and between me and Nick, pulling him by the hair onto the couch. Before Nick can say or do anything the rest of the clothes are ripped off leaving him completely bare, his ass wiggling in the air naturally. He wasn’t even meaning to, his mind fully clouded over by arousal, a horny bottomy daze flaring in his head as he let it take over. Frank’s mouth is forced into a wide smirk, his eyes still showing his hatred and disregard but his groans and his voice were the most honest.

“Fucking faggot, using…using your boytoy to make me… fuck I don’t…. Using him to make me fuck your ass, like a real man. God your so fucking pathetic!” His hands are immediately on Nick's hips. His cock raging hard as the rest of his clothes just fell right off leering down at his prey, Nick was literally shivering.  The horniness, the anxiety, all of it was building and I could tell Nick wanted to thrust himself back, spear himself on his brothers massive fucking cock but he was waiting…. Impatiently but waiting none the less. While Frank, Frank was fighting off rage, and disgust, and vitriol. All of it was like bubbling venom in his throat and he couldn’t easily get rid of it. But to mask it, to do what his mind needed to do, he would torture Nick and fuck him rough to make up for it. If he was gonna become some raging faggot, it was clear as day in his mind, he’d atleast be the one feeling good.

“Yes… yess.. I need you to fuck me, please fuck me.” Frank was lining himself up, his raging cockhead was leaking precum as he teased the ever living shit out of Nick. Finally pressing his cock against his bottom bitch brother's cheeks, but instead of pressing his tip against the hole he slides his shaft up between Nick’s cheeks causing the slut to moan. His shaft pressing against his hole as he starts doing a seesaw motion driving the faggot wild, until he suddenly stops.

“Nuh uh uh Fagg, I might have to fuck you but I need you to call yourself what you are, my pathetic, faggy slut!” He rears back a hand and lands a loud spanking against Nick’s cheeks making them jiggle up and down in recoil. Making the southern cowboy yelp and moan in pain as he loses himself further to it. He tries to stammer a resistance, a response in retort but Frank spanks him again and again till finally the teasing and spanking is unbearable.

“I’m… I’m your faggy brother, and i need… need you to fuck my faggot ass pleaseee!” Nick's own hands went to spread his cheeks, grinding back against Frank as he begged and pleaded. And even though the raging toxic masculinity made flesh didn’t want to. He too that time to smirk and SLAMMM all the way into him, not even lubing up, only his precum slicked head thrusting into Nick’s hole making him hole before his eyes rolled back and back arched.

“Fuck, fag, so fuckin tight, tighter then… my bitch… of … a …. girlfriend's cunt. You…. fags are so grossss…. So pathetic..!” he starts to pull out slowly, painstakingly slow. As he gets to right before the head leaves his hole, he thrusts right back in, his balls slapping against nicks. He starts picking up a rhythm his breath getting heavy as he seesaws in and out of nick.

“Fuck, fuck you feel to good. Fuck, fuckin fag!” His hands move up to nicks shoulders to give more leverage. I feel his mind start to waver, his heart start to race as his eyes grow kinder with each thrust. His hands arent as harsh or rude. They go from violent to posseesssive and protective, his eyes thrusts go from rapid to sensual as his body grows fonder and he starts to lick his lips. 

“Fuck Bro, bro you feel o good, moan for me bro, tell me how I feel!” He leans forward putting all his weight on Nick’s back, who can’t help but do what he says as he starts thrusting back against him.

“Fuck… Fuck Frank you feel, you feel amazing, please fuck me!” His words are so desperate, so horny, each word punctuated with a thrust as he gives into this divine pleasure PULSING through him.

“Fuck… No… No, we're making love… I… I love you so much!” He starts to kiss Nick's neck and I think thats what pushes him over the edge, his cock firing load after load onto the couch. His hole started to milk Frank, as he tried to keep him in. His hole squeezing that cock with every load shooting out of his cock. Frank was getting close, his eyes becoming a lighter blue, his rage almost all gone now, just a sweet confused man. 

“Fuck, love me big bro, love me, fuck me, hold me, kiss me!” Nick moans out, his mind almost fully gone. Frank’s hands lovingly feel Nick as he gets so close. All of his bigotry, all of his hate flowing down into his balls, his balls sloshing around with loads of cum as he keeps getting closer and closer. He's whispering sweet nothing into his younger brother's ear as he finally with a giant loud moan breeds Nick. Eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapses against Nick.

I hadn't realized I had been jerking off the entire time. I didn't realize how close I was, my hands stroking up and down my cock as it leaks so much precum. My brain is on fire, it's all too much, it's all too hot, it's all so real and finally when i’m out of breath, when my vision goes blurry I cum.

It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure, to pull myself up from behind the couch and look at my boys, my thralls whatever people would call them sleepily laying on each other. Frank’s face finding tis way into nicks pits. When i see Frankie- FRANK’s phone vibrating on the ground. Curiosity was always my strongest trait and happened to be my most useful. Calling Frank, was momma and daddy Jonas. I picked up immediately and before anyone on the other line could speak I made a simple command.

“You are not allowed to hangup and you will put me on speaker phone immediately!” i heard their voice die in their throat with a cough, almost as if I shut them down mid word. I heard some murmuring on the other line from I think the mother before speaker was put on.

“Hello Mr. And Mrs. Jonas, you both are under my control and spell, anything and everything i say is the truth, nothing but the truth and you will repeat it back to me to solidify that!” I wanted this to be done, I wanted it to be over. The last dregs of this fantasy being removed from my life were on call and I was going to fix it so they would never bother us again.

“I’m under your control, anything and everything you say is true and I will repeat it back to you to solidify it!” Their voices were in unison, in a harmony that felt haunting and dead. I couldn’t see their eyes but I could already tell they were glazed over.

“From this point on you will not worry or recognize Nick Jonas, or Frankie Jonas as your sons. If anyone asks you will just tell them they are living their lives and you think its great! You are going to focus on your two sons and extended family because thats your priority. After this point you will not call, text or reach out about Nick or Frankie!” My words were strict, to the point with some level of anger in them. I had most of my emotions under control but it had been a nightmare near the start of this fantasy dealing with Nick’s family. So excuse me for wanting it done and over with and letting some of that come out.

“From this point on, we won’t worry or recognize Nick and Frankie as our sons. If anyone asks us, We just tell them they are living their own private lives and its great. We are going to focus on the rest of our family and after this point will not try to call, text or reach out in any way to Frankie or Nick.” Their words are considered, done, deliberate. For a second it felt like the mother was fighting back but I concentrated harder on her, my brain reaching out to hers through the phone and condensing my control. I felt something in my head pop and that resistance I had felt faded.

“Now you are going to leave this call, nap, rest and wake up fully refreshed and living your life like nothing bad has happened!” I was gonna give them something nice, after all they are the parents of my partners. As soon as they repeated that message I clicked the hang up button.

The boys were still asleep on the couch and as I looked down at them, removing my clothes and joining their cuddle puddle surrounded by their musk i could only think, nothing was better then this!

[jerkingnerds2jock]

"MAN UP"

I loved Hubris, I loved frat boys, they made recruitment so easy! This sophomore from Beta Omega Upsilon (BOY) had talked about how KOK needed to “man up”. This preppy, smooth faced swimmer was talking about being a real man, an “ALPHA”. I didn’t need to dig through his socials or voting history to see the bullshit his mind was filled with. I didn’t even have a second thought as I PULSED him with Horny Ancient Magic. His body getting covered in swaths and pelts of hair that darkened to almost black. His pretty boy face getting smashed to pieces like a mirror breaking before reforming with a sturdy jawline, a nose that would be perfect inhaling my musk and lips that begged to be kissed. Growing perfect facial hair to frame it and to complete the look a snap back materialized. The rest of his body started piling on mass. Fat and muscle bulking him up to a perfect himbo. My hands naturally found their way to his pecs squeezing the meaty slabs of muscle and fat and kneading them to perfection. I could see his eyes rolling back. The bigotry, the hatred and self doubt gone, too dumb….. Actually what he thought before was dumb. He was too kind now to think that way. All he would think of is serving and pleasing the people around him. Like a real man

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[jerkingnerds2jock]

GOOD BOY

Oh aren’t you so CUTE. You fought so hard playing my game tonight with all your cocky jock attitude and bravado. It was so CUTE when you challenged me, saying you could “take my magic” and to “give it “my best shot”. Hell i even said if you did manage to do it I would give you something you desire. But one simple PULSE and that smirk on your face started to waver didn’t it. The tremble in your voice was so CUTE when I called you a “GOOD BOY” and you said you “ weren’t no good boy”. Another pulse and you talked about how easy it was, that you felt nothing as you adjusted yourself, hand snaking down into your pants. But it was so much harder because they were getting tighter. Not cause your cock was growing, no that was a decoration. It was your ass, getting so much fatter. So much thiccer for men to play with, for you to finger while you waited for someone to service your hole. Your hand was already reaching back there now instead yeah. Just another PULSE and you feel your clothes changing, melting off your frame. Skin clearing up as its revealed, till PULSE your just in your underwear PULSE your underwear is changing PULSE your wearing a thong now PULSE Gooood boyyyy PULSE such a nice ass bet it feels empty PULSE you need it PULSE go ahead and get ready for me boy i’ll be there in a second PULSE perfect good boy thanks for getting into position

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[jerkingnerds2jock]

GOOD BOY

Oh aren’t you so CUTE. You fought so hard playing my game tonight with all your cocky jock attitude and bravado. It was so CUTE when you challenged me, saying you could “take my magic” and to “give it “my best shot”. Hell i even said if you did manage to do it I would give you something you desire. But one simple PULSE and that smirk on your face started to waver didn’t it. The tremble in your voice was so CUTE when I called you a “GOOD BOY” and you said you “ weren’t no good boy”. Another pulse and you talked about how easy it was, that you felt nothing as you adjusted yourself, hand snaking down into your pants. But it was so much harder because they were getting tighter. Not cause your cock was growing, no that was a decoration. It was your ass, getting so much fatter. So much thiccer for men to play with, for you to finger while you waited for someone to service your hole. Your hand was already reaching back there now instead yeah. Just another PULSE and you feel your clothes changing, melting off your frame. Skin clearing up as its revealed, till PULSE your just in your underwear PULSE your underwear is changing PULSE your wearing a thong now PULSE Gooood boyyyy PULSE such a nice ass bet it feels empty PULSE you need it PULSE go ahead and get ready for me boy i’ll be there in a second PULSE perfect good boy thanks for getting into position

______ Want access to more horny writing sooner! patreon and Kofi Members get access first seeing it on discord! They also are gonna get to vote on future free stories and captions in the next few weeks!! Any and all support is appreciated