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!
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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.
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.
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.
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…
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!
