The Hard Sell by The Sympathetic Devil (as slightly modified by me to match my interests)
Brad went to the door and was relieved to see it was his cousin Aaron. This was an unusual emotion for people who found Aaron on their doorstep, and Brad was no exception to that rule. But in this case, Brad had asked Aaron to come. He had demanded it, actually.
“Oh good, you came,” Brad said. “It’s right here in the kitchen. Almost the whole box. Like I said on the phone, it makes me violently ill. “
“I’m really sorry about that, Cuz,” Aaron said. “None of my other customers had any complaints.”
Brad doubted that. But he wasn’t going to get into an argument with him. As long as he was going to honor the money-back guarantee he promised, his other customers could fend for themselves.
“There it is. The whole case. Minus the one bottle I tried to choke down. Are you sure the sample you gave me was the same stuff? ”
“Well, with any all-natural health drink, there’s going to be variation from batch to batch depending on where the manufacturers can source the Tahitian Nonie and açai berries. I told my distributor about your complaint and they’re looking into it,” his cousin assured him.
“Well I hope they figure it out,” Brad said. “As long as you honor your money-back guarantee, I’m not going to raise a stink about it.“
“Yeah, about that…” Aaron said.
Brad scowled. “Oh no you don’t!” He said. “I told you I was not going to support another of your damn get rich quick schemes without a money-back guarantee in writing and I’ve got it and so help me I will sue!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Cuz!” Aaron said holding up his hands to proclaim his innocence. “I totally have all your money! You’re family, Brad! I’m not gonna do you like that! But I did find something I think you might like more than money.”
Brad stared, incredulous, at his cousin.
“You’re trying to cheat me out of my money, Aaron. I know it. I’ve known it every time. I’ve put up with it because you’re family, but enough is enough.”
“I’m not trying to cheat you!” he protested. “You’ve always been the smartest one in our family! That’s why I thought you’d be interested in this.” He pulled out a small black box with a translucent pink dome on top of it.
“What is that? You want me to take that instead of my money back?” He demanded.
“Oh heavens no!” He said. “I only have the one. But I’ll rent it to you. Here, let me show you how it works.” He tapped the dome and it started to glow softly and hum. Brad shuddered. He felt strange.
“What…what is that…” he asked, his eyes going out of focus.
“It’s a Bimbotron 5000 from BimboTech!” Aaron explained. “Isn’t it awesome? Isn’t it worth much more than the money I owe you?”
“No, it…turn it off…it feels weird…I’m…confused…” Brad protested.
Oh, that’s just your brain adjusting to it,” Aaron assured him. “There can be a little discomfort while your brain calibrates itself to the machine and vis versa. It’s set to pick up on any brainwaves of anyone who has tried the health drink and then adjust until it finds just the right harmonics.”
“Huh?” Brad asked. His cousin didn’t seem to be making any sense
“What the Bimbotron 5000 does is create infinite logic loops in your thought processes, kind of like a computer virus. The loops take up more and more of your intelligence until you reach the desired level of bimbofication, then it reaches equilibrium.”
“Feels… so goooooood.” He said. There was something wrong, but it felt so good he couldn’t think what it was. If he would just turn it off maybe he could think of what it was.
“Off!” He said, pointing at it.
“But you already paid for 15 minutes Cuz!” Aaron said. “I wouldn’t want you to say I cheated you.”
He bit his lower lip and giggled. He had paid for this. He didn’t remember that. But he was feeling so stupid, he didn’t know what he remembered. And Aaron was smiling so nice. He couldn’t help but smile back. And giggle.
“You know Cuz, I’ve always thought you were the nicest member of our whole entire family,” he told him.
“I always thought you were an asshole!” He confessed, stuck his tongue out and then giggled. He couldn’t think hard enough to lie.
“But you’re seeing me in a different light now, aren’t you?” Aaron said. “Don’t I seem much nicer with the Bimbotron on?”
“You’re nice! I’m nice! Everything is nice!” Brad agreed. “Nice nice nicer nicest nicety nice nice!”
And then he giggled. It was nice.
“I always thought we could be good friends, Brad, if only you were friendlier,” Aaron said. “Are you feeling friendly Brad? You are feeling friendly, aren’t you Brad. Very, very friendly.”
“I’m friendly!” He exclaimed. “Very, very friendly!”
And he did feel very friendly. It was so hard to think that he was grateful that Aaron had ideas to fill the sudden emptiness in his head.
“Less thinky, more friendly: that’s the recipe for a happy Brad!” Aaron explained.
He giggled his agreement. Disagreeing would take too much effort. And might make him unhappy. Aaron was totally right!
“Instead of being the smartest one in our family, you can be the friendliest Brad!” He said stepping in close and putting his arm around his waist and pulled Brad in closer to him. It was a little weird. But he couldn’t really think about why. So he just giggled. He kissed him on the cheek.
“You kissed me!” He said.
“Of course, Brad!” Aaron said. “We’re kissing cousins! That’s the friendly thing to do. And you’re very friendly, right?”
“I’m friendly!” Brad agreed, and then giggled until his cousin’s tongue was there in his mouth, making giggling a little more difficult. So instead he took stuck his tongue in Aaron’s mouth. It seemed the friendly thing to do.
And then Aaron’s hands got very friendly with his ass, which made him feel even more friendly!
He set him on his kitchen table right next to the Bimbotron and filled his empty head with all sorts of friendly ideas. He really was the smartest one in the whole entire family! So many really good ideas about things Brad could do to make himself more happy and make everyone around him happy.
But then a timer went ‘ping’ and Aaron’s face fell.
“Time’s up,” he said, and he turned off the Bimbotron.
Brad was suddenly bombarded with conflicting emotions and disjointed thoughts. Guilt at having made out with his cousin. Anger at Aaron for having tricked him. Confusion at how much he enjoyed it. But most of all, a deep longing for him to turn the thing back on.
“I… You… You shouldn’t have done that… We shouldn’t of done that…” he said, resisting the urge to beg him for more.
“I thought you’d like it, Brad!” Aaron told him. “You acted like you liked it! I’d feel terrible if you thought that I cheated you. Look, since you’re family, I could give you an extra five minutes, no charge. And then if you really don’t like it, I’ll give you a full refund. You trust me, right?”
He had told him how much he trusted him. How good it felt to trust him. How very, very good it felt to let him make decisions for him so he didn’t have to think and could just feel good. And he so wanted to feel good again! But what was the thing doing to him? It was so hard to decide!
But he didn’t have to decide. Aaron had already turned the Bimbotron back on. All the conflict rushed away as Brad felt deliciously happy and friendly again. He was so grateful to Aaron for deciding for him! He decided to show him by giving him a big sloppy wet kiss.
“I like this so much!” Brad exclaimed between kisses.
“I just knew you would Brad,” Aaron said, squeezing his ass.
“That’s ‘cause you’re so smart!” He exclaimed. “You’re the smartest and I’m the friendliest!”
“Right you are Brad right you are,” he said patting him on the head. “You’re a friendly lil’ bimbo! But we’re coming up on five minutes. I’m going to have to turn the Bimbotron off again. Unless you want to give me something to keep it on longer!”
“Yes! Longer!” He said and giggled.
“OK, but I should warn you effects become permanent after a while.” Aaron said. Do you think you’ll be all right with that?“
“I don’t think!” He declared with a giggle. “Less thinky, more friendly!”
“Well I think it’s a great idea.” Aaron said. “And since I’m the only one thinking, I’d be willing to trade you 10 more minutes in exchange for your clothes.
Brad giggled at the request. What would Aaron possibly want with his clothes? But he couldn’t pass up a bargain like this! He pulled off his t-shirt and handed it to Aaron.
His cousin took the shirt but barely looked at it. He was staring at brad’s pecs. “You have the best body in our whole family, Brad!” he told him. “You really should show it off more.”
“I should show my body off more!” He agreed, delighted with his cousin’s praise.
“Pants and briefs too, lil; bimbo!” he reminded him. “And show off your ass to me while you do it. Friendly boys show off their fine asses and I know how much you like to be friendly.”
Brad giggled, hopped down and turned his back side to his cousin while he peeled of his jeans and underwear in one go, wiggling his ass at him as he did so in the friendliest way he could manage.
“Best ass in the family too!” Aaron exclaimed. “So many great qualities, you probably don’t care at all that you’re not the smartest in the family any more, do you?”
“I don’t care!” He agreed. “I got the best ass!”
“You’re a hot piece of ass!” he proclaimed.
“I’m a hot piece of ass!” He giggled.
“And given that you’re naked in your kitchen showing off your cock and ass to your cousin, I think you might be a little bit slutty,” Aaron said.
“I might be a little bit slutty!” He agreed.
“Or you might be a lot bit slutty,” he reasoned.
“I might be a lot bit slutty!” He conceded. Arron would know better than him! His cock was getting really hard, and so he was pretty sure that Aaron was right about him
“The only way to be sure is for me to stretch you over this table and fuck you,” he explained.
“OK!” He agreed, because it was the friendly thing to do, because he trusted his cousin implicitly, because he was at the very least a little bit slutty, and because he didn’t have any idea what else he should be doing, what with a raging boner and all.
And as he let Aaron bend him over the kitchen table and slide his hard pecker into his hole, he stared at the pretty pink light of the Bimbotron and drooled. He didn’t know what to think, other than the fact that this all felt really, really good, but if he had to make a choice, he was pretty sure the answer was ‘a lot bit slutty’.
“Time to see if you’re a permanent bimbo,” Aaron said, as Brad giggled at the sensation of jism running down his thigh.
His cousin clicked off the Bimbotron. The tingling in his brain stopped. But he still felt really, really good and didn’t have a thought in his head other than the ones Aaron had given him.
“Still a bimbo, Cuz?” he asked.
Brad shrugged, showing off her ass the way Aaron had told him he should. He mindlessly started stroking his cock as it was already getting hard again.
“I dunno!” He said. “Am I?”
“Well, which would you rather do: Read a book or suck my dick?” he asked.
“Ummmmm…Is the answer suck your dick?” He asked. He hoped that was the answer, but Aaron was the smart one, so he asked him.
“Of course it is, you silly bimbo!” Aaron said. “So get on your knees and get friendly!”
Brad giggled and knelt on his discarded jeans, happy to oblige. As he sucked away, Aaron explained that he thought he could probably sell off the case of his health drink if he changed his sales approach. Rather than hitting up family members, he would dress Brad in a speedo and bunny ears and have him be his assistant while he sold the stuff by the bottle outside college campuses and sporting events.
Brad didn’t listen that closely. He was sure Aaron’s ideas were great. And he didn’t have any of his own, other than how important it was to please his cuz and suck him off. He felt fantastic!
