Subject: STORY: Chet
Date: 24 Feb 92 16:45:17 GMT

                       The Story of Chet

Chet was a very good-looking, blond haired boy of seventeen, for
whom life was sweet.  His boyish good looks and smooth athletic
body made him popular with most of his contemporaries at school,
particularly the girls, whose attention young Chet had come to
take for granted in a rather disdainful way.  Unlike some of his
buddies, he was completely cock-sure of himself and liked to brag
that he could get into the panties of any girl in school if he
really wanted to.  He knew that he could have his pick of
virtually any girl in the school, and he had.

     Chet's arrogance antagonized quite a few people in school,
especially the non-jocks and 'whimps' as he liked to call them.
The biggest 'whimp' in his life was his kid brother Brian.

     Brian, at 14, was the opposite of Chet in many ways.  He was
bright and likeable too, but had a different view on life.  Ever
since he could remember,  Chet had disliked his younger brother.
Even when they were very little they often fought.  It never was
a fair fight because Chet always won; he was much bigger, older
and much stronger. Brian, naturally, didn't want to get into
fights with Chet, but Chet always got pleasure from forcing them
on him.  Chet loved to ridicule and rile Brian for just about
everything.  It wasn't that Brian wasn't 'all boy' in every way.
It just seemed to Chet that Brian was always asking for it.

     Brian didn't like his older brother any more than his older
brother liked him.  Chet was always such a braggart, full of such
super-macho stuff.  Brian felt harassed all the time, always
being put down, always being called names, always getting beaten
up.  He sometimes secretly wished he could turn the tables on
Chet. 

     Brian and his friends, Dave and MIke, were still mostly into
BMX bikes, skateboards and hanging around after school playing
basketball. They talked about sex, about jerking off, who could
shoot the farthest, and about girls, but none of them had
actually made it with one.  Brian had 'felt-up' Dianne at the
movies a few weeks ago, but that was about it.

     Somehow girls just didn't seem that important to Brian yet.
Maybe it was because of the strong feelings of companionship and
attraction he had towards his two friends, particularly Dave.  He
and Dave had actually fooled around with each other a few times.
The last time Dave had actually shot a load into his underwear
while they were playing in the bushes near his house.  Brian was
afraid that he might have gay tendencies, but the books he read
said that it was normal for boys his age.  So he thought it was
just a passing thing.

     Chet remembered what he was like at Brian's age, and it
seemed to him that Brian was a complete 'whimp'.  At Brian's age
he had already been involved with drugs, girls and partying.  He
loved to tease and rile his brother by calling him a whimp, a
sissy and a queer.  He couldn't believe that his kid brother
still acted like a little kid. It made him so damn angry he
sometimes just wanted to punch the kid out.

     Chet was in that kind of mood as he walked home from school
on a sunny afternoon in late September.  He was hoping that he
could borrow his mom's car so he could drive over to Debbie's
house. She had responded when he suggested that he come over to
her house this afternoon.  If he had the car he could coax her
into going for a drive.  He was absolutely sure he could get her
to go the whole way this time.  She was probably a virgin and he
sure would have liked to break her in.  He felt as though his
cock could use a little 'rape' type action.

     When he walked into the house he learned that his mom was
going to use the car to drive Brian and his two friends down to
the skateboard shop to see if they could repair a broken
skateboard.      "What the shit!", he thought to himself.

     "Here I have a hot date lined up and those little punks are
fucking me up over a damn skateboard." He had roared into Brian's
room and pushed his brother against the wall.

     "Damn you, punk, why can't you ride your damn bikes down to
the store.  How come you need mom to drive you?  You getting weak
in your old age or something?"

     He twisted Brian's arm 'til he began to plead with him to
stop. But Brian still insisted that he had to be driven, mostly
because he didn't want to give in to his hated brother.

     "You're costing me a hot date, you little queers."  With
that he gave Brian's arm one really bad yank, slammed both Dave
and Mike against the wall, and stormed out of the room.

     Brian was in real pain but he fought back the tears as he
waited for it to subside.  Finally his arm started to feel a
little better and he began to curse.

     "I'll get even with that bastard some day.  I swear I will." 

     "Yeah, when?" echoed his friends.  They had heard this
before. 

     Brian sat down on his bed.

     "I've been thinking guys.  Maybe the time has finally come. 
I've had it and I know you guys have had it too.  I've been
thinking about things for weeks, and I have had ideas that feel
more and more right to me every time he does something like
this."  His two friends sat down on the bed.  Both agreed that
something had to be done to change things.

     "You know what I'd like?", asked Brian.

     "What?", Dave responded.

     "I'd like to ruin that guy.  I mean I'd like to fuck him up
so badly he'd never be the same again.  I'd like to turn that
arrogant, cocky son-of-a-bitch into a helpless cock-sucker.  I'd
like to turn him into a sissy, or a fag, turned on to boys not
girls. Maybe even us!  Can you imagine being able to make him
suck us off and things like that?"

     Dave was the first to react to Brian's crazy rantings.  He
was getting a hard-on.  Mike noticed it and chimed in,

     "Looks like Dave likes the idea, it's turning him on." 

     "No it ain't", insisted Dave.  The others were feeling the
same but didn't want to talk about it.

     "Besides it can't be done," said Dave.

     "Listen guys", Brian said,

     "I've been giving this a lot of thought and I think I know
of a way that it could be done.  My dad's a pharmacist, right,
and I help him sometimes in his store. I've been reading some of
his books on drugs and things and I found a real interesting one. 
It's about hypnotic drugs.  Used in very small amounts they
counteract the bad side effects of some other drugs without
causing any hypnotic effect. But in large amounts, well, the
books warns about it and says they can create a complete hypnotic
state in a person.  You can make a person do anything you want,
just like hypnotists do, you know, like make people bark like a
dog or act like a baby, all that stuff.  And I've got some right
here".  He walked over to his dresser and took a vial out from
under his shirts.

     "I've got a plan.  You know most every Saturday mom goes to
her club and dad of course is at the store.  So Chet and I
usually make breakfast for ourselves.  Why don't you guys come
over this Saturday and I'll slip some of this stuff into his
milk.  Then we'll have some fun."

     How do you know it'll work?", asked MIke, always the most
hesitant to try anything new.

     "I know it works because I tried it on him already".

     "What?"

     "Yeah, last Saturday I gave him some.  I had him crawling
around the floor like a dog.  The best part was I told him that
he would forget everything, and he did. He doesn't even remember
having breakfast no less crawling around on the floor.  It's
fantastic." 
     "So what'll we do?", asked Dave.

     "I want to get my dick in his mouth, that fucking arrogant
mouth of his and I want to make him suck me and lick me just like
he makes girls do.  Be here on Saturday morning and we'll take it
from there, OK?"

     Without a moment's hesitation both boys responded with
enthusiastic OKs and all three of them broke into delighted grins
of anticipation as they imagined that for once they might be able
to get their own back on Chet.


CHAPTER II.

                             Saturday Morning.

      Chet is till sleepy when he walks into the kitchen the
following morning.  It had been a late night with the guys on the
football team, drinking beer and fooling around at Frank's house. 
He had expected Debbie and Marci to join them, but the girls had
apparently changed their minds and never showed up.  Chet had
gone to bed too tired to jerk-off, and was still horny when he
woke up in the morning. 

     He's not at all amused to find Brian and his two shit-head
friends, Dave and Mike, in the kitchen.  They almost never get up
early on Saturday, and Brian's pin-head friends have never been
there for breakfast on Saturday before.

     "What are you fucking ass-holes up to at this hour of the
morning?  Are you going to ride your 'widdle' skate-boards around
the block like nice 'widdle' boys today?", he ridicules.

     The boys don't answer him but just keep making their
breakfasts. Chet is annoyed that he can't get a rise out of them. 
He starts to make some toast for breakfast, and notices a glass
of milk at his place at the table.

     "What's this?" he enquires.

     "Oh, we accidentally poured an extra glass of milk and left
it for you rather than pouring it back in the carton", declares
Brian. 

     "You dumb cunts!"  Chet butters his toast and sits down at
the table.  He drinks half his milk and then puts some jam on the
toast and starts to munch it.  He can't believe how stupid the
boys are acting.  They keep whispering to each other like stupid
kids.  Chet knows they are trying to ignore him and it pisses him
off.  He prefers it when he can get them involved in a fight.
Slowly he eats his toast and finishes the rest of the milk.

     "Whaaat the fuck are you whispeeeering aboouuut?, he asks in
a voice that seems slightly slurred.  He feels sure that
something is going on, but finds it a little hard to concentrate.

     "Oh, nothin'",exclaims Brian.  Then he whispers excitedly to
his friends,

     "It's working.  You can tell by the way he's talking". 

     Chet is feeling spacey and slightly dizzy.  He starts to get
up to head out the kitchen door.  Maybe he'll go outside for some
fresh air.

     Brian nudges his friends in the ribs and then begins to
'intone' the first of the words and sentences that the boys had
rehearsed the night before.
     "Oh, no, Chet, you don't want to leave the kitchen.  You
want to stay here and listen to us.  We've got things to say that
you really want to hear.  You really want to sit in your chair
and listen". 

     "What? Oh, yeah?  Why should I stay here and listen to you
fuck- heads?"  Even as Chet says this he finds himself thinking
that he might actually want to listen to their spiel.  He stands
frozen for a moment.

     Brian speaks slowly and clearly.

     "You don't want to leave the kitchen, Chet, you want to sit
down and listen, and you don't want to leave the room, you CAN'T
leave the room, it feels so nice and relaxed just to sit here and
listen to me, doesn't it?"

     Chet feels strange.  Something is weird.  He sits down in
his chair again and tries to think.  He wants to go outside for
some air, but the more Brian talks the more he feels convinced
that he should sit here and listen to him.  It seems real crazy. 
He feels sort of out of control.

     "Hey, Brian, tell us about that older guy you know, you
know, the guy in the eleventh grade who we can turn on to boys",
says Dave.      "You know, we could make him like boys instead of
girls". 
     Chet tries to reject the 'shit' he's hearing.  The last
thing he wants to hear is about some guy who gets turned on to
boys.  A queer. A fucking fairy.

     "Oh, yeah.  I know who you mean.  He's real horny all the
time. All he does is think about sex and loves to jerk off any
time somebody tells him sexy things. It wouldn't be hard to turn
him on to boys instead of girls".

     You mean we could turn him on to us and make him do things
with us instead of girls?", asked Dave.

     "Yeah", chimed Brian.
     "Just telling him what we were going to do to him would make
his prick bulge out of his pants.  He would get so damn hot he
wouldn't be able to keep from rubbing his crotch. He would want
to listen to us, and it would feel soooo good, soooo nice to rub
his crotch and listen to us while we told him how great it would
feel to rub his prick". 
     The boys try not to look at Chet, but each one sneaks a peek
out of the corner of his eye.  They notice that Chet's hand is
slowly moving off his lap and toward his crotch.  They watch in
excitement as he begins fingering his now hardened prick through
his pants. Observing this first sign of victory starts to turn
them on too.      Brian continues,

     "You know what we could do to him?  We could dress him up in
girls' pink panties.  Can you imagine how he'd feel if we put
soft, silky girl's panties on him?  It'll probably make him so
damn horny he'll start jerking off thinking about those panties.


     Chet struggles to get the image of a guy's crotch covered by
pink panties out of his mind.  He wants to feel and show disgust
for what Brian is talking about.

     "Whhaaaat a punk.  A fucking faaaairieee!  A faaaairieee!
Nooooo, nooo fucking girls' pantieeeees!"  His speech is slurred
as he struggles with his thoughts.


     Brian takes up the cue.

     "Yes, oh yes, we'll make him feel like a fairy.  We'll put
real girl's pink panties on this guy and he won't be able to stop
us.  He won't be able to resist.  The more he'll try to resist
the more he'll get excited by the idea of us putting pink panties
on him.  Just thinking of girl's panties near his cock is going
to make him so hot he'll want to take his cock out of his pants. 
He'll want to take it out.  He'll want to take it out and beat
his meat.  He'll want to beat his meat sooooo badly".

     "He's going to waaan to beeeat his meeeeat",  Chet murmurs
under his breath.  He tries to open his fly, but his hands are
slightly uncoordinated.  He keeps struggling with his zipper
because he is growing more and more excited as the boys talk. 
Finally he has his fly open and his throbbing erection is in his
hands.

     As Brian talks to Dave and Mike they take occasional sly
glances towards Chet.  Chet's actions indicate that he's reacting
to everything Brian is saying.  It's even better than they had 
hoped for. 

     "The guy rubs his hard cock thinking of pink panties",
intones Brian.

     "He's jerking off while he thinks of pink girl's panties
caressing his throbbing dick".

     Chet's mind is growing wild with excitement.  His cock is
real hard now.  He shakes his head.  That thought!  That picture
of girl's pink panties!  He can't get it out of his head.  His
hand is now going up and down like crazy on his cock.  He's so
horny that it doesn't take long.  He knows he's about to cum.  He
starts to get up, wondering where he's going to shoot his load.

     Dave elbows Brian and whispers,
     "Watch out, he's getting up".

     "The guy doesn't want to get up", Brian says quickly.  He
just wants to sit and shoot.  Anywhere.  Just wants to shoot
anywhere. Shoot.  Shoot. Ooooooh.  Shoot.

     Chet sits down again and takes up the intonation.

     "Just wants to shoot", he mutters to himself.

     "Shoot anywhere! Aaaaaaaaarghhhhh!"  Spurt after spurt of
Chet's cum squirts all over his shirt and up on his chin and
neck.  Some spurts on his pants and fingers.  It feels like the
best orgasm he's ever had.

     As the spasms begin to subside he begins to become aware of
his surroundings again.  He's aware of what he's just done and he
doesn't like it.  He wants to get up.  He wants to run.  To leave
the room. To clean up.

     Brian knows this is another key moment.  He knows that he
has to maintain control.  Immediately he begins to drone over and
over again and again,
     "The guy still wants to listen to what the boys are saying
to him.  He wants to stay.  To stay and listen.  He knows he
can't leave the room.  He wants to stay.  He wants to stay.  He
has to stay and listen to the boys tell him more about what
they're going to do to him.  He WANTS to listen to them."

     Chet feels weak all over.  He sits down and looks at Brian
and Dave and Mike.  He notices that they're not even paying any
attention to him.  Brian just keeps talking.  He listens to
Brian, but still can't believe what he has just done.  He tries
to wipe the cum off his chin and his shirt.  He wants to express
anger but all he feels is humiliation, and an even stronger
feeling that he can't seem to kick. He still wants to listen to
Brian.  He feels that he WANTS to, he MUST listen to his little
brother.  He knows it's crazy, but can't help it. He wants to
know what they are going to do to this guy they're talking about.

     "We can make this guy do anything we want", Brian is saying
in his funny monotonous way.

     "He'll feel so humiliated but he'll have to do it; soon
he'll WANT to do it.  He'll want to jerk off again.  Jerk off
again.  He'll want to jerk off again.

     Chet's cock which had begun to relax begins to get hard
again and begins to throb.  Part of him wants to get up and
leave.  But a stronger part wants to jerk off again.  It's a need
that he can't seem to control.

     Brian speaks again slowly and clearly.

     "He wants to jerk off again and think of young boys.  Cute
young boys.  Boys that can put pink panties on him.  This time
they'll be able to put the panties on him.  He won't be able to
stop it". 

     Chet wants to cry out.  He wants to scream out that the guy
should punch his brother and his friends in the mouth.  But his
visions keep bouncing back to what Brian is saying.  He sees this
picture of his brother putting pink panties on some guy.  And it
is making him hot again.  He keeps rubbing his hot, hard cock and
listening, LISTENING with rising excitement.

     "We're going to put the panties on him this time, and he's
going to go crazy thinking of young boys.  He'll want to jerk off
thinking of young boys.  Thinking of you Dave, and of you Mike.
And me too. He'll picture our bodies.  He'll picture us in our
jockey shorts. Just like this".

     Brian un-zips his cut-off and slides them down around his
ankles. 
     "He'll look at our jockey shorts.  He'll go crazy at the
sight of our bodies and our jockey shorts.

     Chet is listening.  He's looking at his brother and at his
friends.  They're not paying any attention to him at all, and
he's almost glad of that.  He looks at their bodies, at their
smooth arms and legs, at their pants, at their crotches.  He
can't take his eyes off Brian's white jockey shorts with the
hard-on thrusting and pushing out the soft white fabric.  AND HE
IS JERKING OFF!!  Again he's getting near to another orgasm. He's
breathing hard.  Then --- Oooooh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh! He quickly grab
the end of the table cloth and tries to wrap it around his
pulsing cock.  Globs of cum are squiring out onto his stomach and
hand.

     Quickly Brian responds to what is happening to Chet.

     "Yeah! Yeah!  It feels so good.  Soooo good!  Ahhhhhh! So
good to shoot a big load thinking of us.  We've got the guy
thinking of us and shooting a load again".

     As the spasms subside Chet feels tired.  His energy feels
drained.  He slumps down in his chair and tries to relax.

     But Brian won't let him relax.  He's still talking.
     "We can make that guy jerk off again any time we want to. 
We'll catch him in the school hallway and make him cum in his
pants.  He won't be able to stop us.  He won't have any control. 
We'll force him to shoot a hot load in his pants right in school. 
In his pants in school.  In his pants in school.  In his pants. 
Jerking off in his pants in school.  Jerking off in his pants.

     By now Chet is beginning to realise that his attempts to
resist are useless. He just feels himself overwhelmed by the
visions created whenever Brian talks.  It feels like Brian is
projecting a movie in his head, and the movie is creating sexual
desires that he's absolutely unable to control.

     Chet's prick is hard again.  Again he feels driven to rub
it, massage it.  Only this time he puts his prick back inside his
jockey shorts and does it through his open zipper.  He's
listening to Brain, and rubbing his cock inside his pants.  Brian
keeps talking and Chet keeps jerking off.  He looks at Brian
again and sees that he's talking to his friends and not to him.
It's toooooo much!  He's afraid he's going to cum again.  He
feels it.

     Brian watches through the corner of his eye and intones the
words "in his pants" over and over again.
     "In his pants in school" intones Chet.

     "In his pants".

     Here it Cooomes! Ouuuuuuuaaaaaaa!  Globs of cum are shooting
inside Chet's pants.  It's almost impossible for the boys to
believe it's really happening.  Chet is shooting into his jockey
shorts.  Some of the cum drips into his belly-button.  Pulse
after pulse.  Then, finally, it ends, and Chet is beat.  He's so
damn tired.  He slumps down in his chair.

     "This time we'll get him in the boys room."  It's Brian's
voice again.  Brian doesn't wait even a minute.  Chet lies limp
on the chair, but again he hears Brian's voice.

     "We'll force him to take off his pants and make him cum
right in the boys' room in school."

     This vision makes Chet's mind almost swoon.  Oh God!  The
vision again is so threatening, but also so hot, so exciting. 
This guy being forced to shoot his load right in the boy's room
in school. Chet's wet and cum covered dick is hard again, and he
can't resist taking it in his hand.

     Brian is ready to make the 'switch' the boys had planned. 
     "We'll make Chet jerk off right in school.  We'll make him
shoot his load in the boys' room in front of all the younger
boys.  All the cute boys.  Chet will have to jerk off because he
thinks the other boys look so cute. By this time the erotic
feelings are almost automatic.  Chet is beginning to feel like a
'jerk-off' machine.  In spite of the fact that he is tired, his
cock grow hard again, and he begins his now semi-automatic action
of rubbing and pulling at it. And the visions that fill his brain
are almost automatic.  Visions that Brian can create with a few
simple words.

     But this time it seems a little different.  The difference
is very subtle.  It has sneaked up on Chet so gradually in the
last minute or so.  But suddenly he's fully aware of it and it's
horrible and absolutely frightening.  This time he sees himself
as the boy jerking off in school, not some other guy.

     "I'm jerking off in school", he says to himself softly.  But
it is loud enough for Brian to hear.

     Brian is amazed and stops talking for a moment.  He realises
instinctively that they've crossed a major bridge, and he's ready
to make the most of it.

     "Yeah! Oh Yeah!  Chet is jerking off in school.  Chet is in
the boys' room jerking off in front of the other boys".

     Brian watches carefully to see if Chet's reactions will
change. Did he 'blow it'?  For a fee seconds Chet says nothing. 
He just keeps jerking at his prick.  Brian is worried.

     Then suddenly Chet says

     "Yeah, I'm jerking off in  the boys' room in school". 

     "And all the boys are watching you, intones Brian.

     "And all the boys are watching me, repeats Chet.

     "And you can't help jerking off in front of them".

     "And I can't help jerking off in front of them".

     They're watching.  Watching you jerk off uncontrollably in
the boys' room", says Brian,

     "and you're going to shoot your load soon".

     Chet's eyes are now watery and his hand hurts.  But he can't
stop.
     "They're all watching meeee.  I'm gonna shoot my looooad
soooon. I can feeeel it.  Oh God, please help meeee.  I'm gonna
shoooot my load in front of all the boys in schooool.

     Brian intones again,

     "You're going to shoot your load in the boys' room.  All the
boys are watching".  Then Brian commands,

     "NOW---shoot your load, NOW!"

     Instantly the familiar feeling builds in Chet's groin, and
then-- ------Aaaaaaah!  Once again he's shooting, not quite as
hard, but still shooting globs of cum.  This time he pays almost
no attention to where he's shooting.  There's already too much
cum all over him to worry about that.  But inside his head he has
another terrible realization.  He feels fear deep inside as he
realises that he has just shot his load AT BRIAN'S COMMAND.

     For a moment the thought of begging the boys to stop what
they're doing sweeps vaguely through Chet's brain.  But it's too
late. 

     Brian gets up out of his chair and motions for the other
boys to follow.  They slowly and quietly move around his chair.

     Chet's eyes are glassy.  A little drool is dripping down the
side of his mouth.  He's crouched low in the chair, his head back
with his mouth wide open, his body limp and tired.  Both of his
arms hang limp at his side.  But his cock is still plenty hard.

     Chet feels almost as if his prick doesn't belong to him, as
if it had a mind of its own, a mind that responds only to Brian
and not to him.  It's as if his cock is an extension of Brian's
brain, while he seems to have no control over either his cock or
his visions or thoughts.  Even more horrible, he is painfully
aware of everything that is happening to him.

     As the boys gather around, Brian whispers into Chet's ear,
Chet, Chet!  Now you know you're the boy we were talking about. 
You're the boy we're going to put into pink panties.  You're the
guy who is being turned on to boys, to us.  YOU'RE the boy!!"

     "I'm the boy?", Chet drawls in a shaky voice.

     "No, please.  I don't want to be the boy.  Please don't make
me the boy!"

     "Look, Chet.  Look at us.  Look carefully.  See how excited
you get just looking at our crotches, our bodies, our asses, our
clothes, our hard cocks.  You can't control it any more.  You're
turning on to boys--to us!  Look at my crotch.  You want to see
my dick, don't you. Chet can't help but look at Brian.  He feels
dizzy but continues to stare at his younger brother.  His eyes
slowly move down to Brian's crotch.  Although Brian has pulled up
his shorts,  Chet can see the clear outline of his firm hard-on
through the fabric of his tight cut-offs. Try as he might he
can't get his eyes off the outline of Brian's prick.

     "Look at Dave and Mike too.  They're cute boys too", says
Brian. 

     Chet looks at Dave and Mike, at the tight fitting shorts
they are wearing, at their slim, smooth 'cute' young legs.  At
the outlines of their hard-ons.  He looks at their faces grinning
at him.

     "Damn their grins", he wants to scream, but his voice seems
paralyzed.

     "Watch how we're rubbing our hard, thick pricks", intones
Brian. The three boys stand in front of Chet and all three slowly
slide their hands up and down their hard boners that are outlined
inside the cut-offs and tight-fitting shorts.

     "You can't take your eyes off our cocks Chet.  You wish you
could see our cocks, don't you?  And it's making you hot again,
making your cock hard.  You want to watch us rub our cocks and
you want to jerk off again.  You're jerking off again.  That's
it, Chet."

     It's true.  With every bit of his diminishing strength  Chet
is jerking off again.  Listening to Brain he can't take his eyes
off the three boys cocks.

     It isn't long before Brian is telling him that he is going
to come again.  He doesn't want to!!  He's exhausted""  But the
feeling is surging through him again.  he can feel the cum moving
up his cock.      You're going to cum again, Chet, cum right
now", commands Brian. 

     "Aaaaaah".

     This time only a few drops of cum dribble out of his cock.
Chet's hands immediately fall to his sides.  His body feels like
blubber. His head rolls to one side and saliva drips down his
chin.  His eyes roll up into his head and he lets out a low moan.

     But the boys don't let up.

     "We want to be your friends Chet, Chet.  We want you to be
like us.  We want to help you.  We want to do what's good for
you. You are going to like us Chet.  You're going to want to be
our little friend. You're going to want to make us feel good. 
You're going to want to do whatever we say.  You won't be able to
stop it".

     Chet just moans.

     "Later, Chet, when you wake up from this dream, you're going
to think about what we've done to you.  You're going to realise
that we've turned you on to boys, even if you don't like it,
you're going to respond to all of our demands.  You're going to
want to touch us. Like now, Chet.  You want to touch us.  You
want to touch our cocks. Right now you feel an uncontrollable
urge to hold and touch our cocks. NOW!!!, Chet."

     Brian takes Chet's limp hand and moves it towards his cock
as it pops out of his shorts.  Chet tries to resist.  He realises
that he is being destroyed but he feels very confused and
helpless.

     Brian says firmly,

     "Touch my cock now, Chet.  You know you want to."

     Chet has to give in.  He can't help himself.  First a little
gingerly, them  with more and more excitement.  He's getting
excited and hard again.

     Brian takes Chet's left hand and rubs his brother's fingers
all around his turgid shaft.

     "You need to jerk off again, Chet.  You need it now". 
     Brian moves Chet's hand up and down his body.  Then he
pushes Chet's hand over between Mikes legs, between Mike's thighs
and then over his cock and balls.  Then he does the same thing
with Dave's cock which is standing straight out from his pants
too.

     "Go to it, Chet," he demands.

     "Jerk off NOW. Right NOW!  You know you want to.  Want to
jerk off again".

     Chet is so tired, but he responds immediately to Brian's
command and starts to jerk himself off with his right hand.  This
new feeling of touching the boys' cocks is setting him on fire.

     "Later when you wake up, Chet, you're going to remember all
of this.  You're going to realise what we can do to you.  You are
going to realise that you want to be our friend.  You're going to
feel as young as we are, Chet.  You're not going to feel like a
'jock' any more.  You'll feel more like us and you'll want to be
our friend. You'll want to be our friend.  Then, maybe we'll be
good to you". 

     Brian continues,

     "But you'll still feel very sexy and very horny, Chet.  Very
horny.  You're going to feel like you do now and you will want
our bodies and our cocks.  Even if you hate the idea, Chet,
YOU'RE GOING TO WANT OUR COCKS AND OUR ASSES AND BODIES. YOU
WON'T BE ABLE TO GET ENOUGH OF US!!  NOW, TELL US WHAT YOU ARE
GOING TO WANT, CHET". 

     "Wan yorrr bodiesssss," Chet drones.

     "I'm gooorn waaann yooooor bodeeeees anoorrrr coooockkkks". 
Chet can hardly talk, but the words are clear enough for the boys
to understand.

     "That's right, Chet.  DO IT NOW!!, Chet," demands Brian.     
"I want you to shoot your last load right now while you tell us
how much you want our bodies.  NOW!!!  Do it!"

     Brian keeps moving Chet's left hand all over the three boys'
bodies, moving it from their cocks to their legs and over their
stomachs.  Chet's so damn tired.  His right hand is somewhat
weakly jerking off his sore cock.

     "I want your bodies.  I waaaaan your cocks," he whines
plaintively.

     Almost immediately he feels light-headed and begins a series
of rather weak orgasms.  A few drops of jism barely dribble from
the head of his prick.  A terrible moan escapes from his drooling
mouth and his eyes roll up completely into his head.  Finally he
slumps to the floor, completely devoid of any sense of where he
is or what he is doing.  His open pants bunch up sloppily around
his knees.  His briefs, wet from cum, cling stickily below his
hips.  Slimy globs of sticky cum can be seen all over his
clothes.  Mucous drips from his nose.  His eyes are closed and
pitiful moans escape from his mouth. 

     The boys quietly zip up their pants and look at Chet with
some feelings of amazement at what they have been able to do to
him. Finally, they slowly walk out of the room, and begin talking
excitedly and exclaiming to each other what a fantastic scene it
was.  In the garage they grab their skateboards.

     "Hey guys, let's go down to Gold Pond Park and try some
radical grinds," says Brian. "the paths are real steep in
places." 
     Dave and Mike agree.  As they pass the open kitchen window
they can still hear the sounds of Chet's groans.  Paying no
attention the boys head out to the park.

                                  LATER....

     The boys were pleased with their work so far.  They had
turned a self-assured, arrogant, straight stud into a sex slave,
turned on to young boys.  But they wanted to humiliate him even
further. Brian's thoughts began to wander and he found himself
musing about the possibilities which could open up once Chet was
broken and trained. For the first time he realised that what they
were doing to his older brother could be done to any arrogant
boy- stud.  Immediately a picture of the Stevens twins, Jeff and
Shane, popped into his mind. Those two arrogant fuck-heads were
friends of Chets, always hanging around with him and ready to egg
him on when he was putting Brian or the other younger boys down.
He remembered a time when he'd been almost frightened out of his
skin by their german shepherd, Butch, how they'd all laughed,
when the dog had him cornered against a wall, and he'd had to beg
and plead for them to call him off.  Now that Chet was being put
in his place Brian began to wonder how he could bring Jeff and
Shane down too, and how he might bring Butch into that scene.
However, for the time being there was still work to do on his
brother. 
                       ***********

1. Description of Shane & Jeff.  Blond, 5'8, smooth, tight bods.
On the swin team, or gymnastics?  Share a basement bedroom. 

2.  Brian uses Chet to get them into a situation, maybe Chet goes
to their house while the parents are out, and brings beer
unknowingly spiked with the drug by Brian.  After an hour Brian
(and friends?) enter the house, dressed in shorts and cut off
tee-shirts, and go downstairs to where the three are watching tv. 

3. First scene: the three are made to piss their jeans and
shorts, after being encouraged to drink more beer, and denied the
washroom.
Wet jeans and shorts removed; toweled dry.

Seocnd scene: Dave and Mike take Chet into adjacent room, to
regress him further.  Making him feel younger than they are and
wanting to play with the "bigger boys".

Third scene:  Brian works on Jeff and Shane.  Humiliates them
about pissing their pants.  Puts dog collars on them.  Gets them
to imagine what fun dogs have, and what fun it would be to be a
dog.  Has them crawl around, do tricks.  Makes Shane roll over,
then has Jeff crawl towards him unaware that his crotch and ass
are over Shane's face.  Then tells Jeff to "Sit", making him
unknowingly sit on his brother's face.  Plants suggestions making
Shane sniff and lick his bro's butt.  Both boy's cocks hard and
dripping.  Asks Shane if he likes ice cream, to which Shane,
between licks grunts his agreement.  Asks him what his doggy
friend's butt hole tastes like to which Shane pants, "icecream".
Tells Shane to expect a whole load of ice cream for being such a
good doggy, then suggests to Jeff that as he's squatting like a
dog he should take a dump like one too.   Shane is ecstatically
slobbering and licking his twin's smooth ass as Jeff begins to
shit, straight into Shane's mouth.  Brian laughs quietly as he
watches Shane eagerly lapping, sucking and swallowing the shit.
As Jeff finishes Brian tells him to rub his ass over Shane's face
telling Shane to hold the last turd in his mouth.  He then tells
Jeff that he wants them to share the icecream, as they've both
been such good doggies, but as they've only got paws Shane has to
hold half the turd out between his lips while Jeff licks it up.
Both boys finish the shit in their mouths but now have shit on
both their faces, which Brian makes them lick off each other.  He
turns that cleaning process into heavy mouth tonguing by having
them spend a lot of time licking each other's tongues, lips and
mouths, while he starts jerking them off, a cock in each hand.
Both boys are bucking their hips furiously, their paws on each
others shoulders, growling and grunting, and their mouths
bleeding from the ferocity with which they're kissing each other
as Brian pounds their cocks, and finally makes their balls
explode and spray both their incredibly copious loads onto each
others' stomachs and chests.

Fourth scene/later episode: Shane is to get fucked by Butch, but
Jeff can prevent it if he can avoid cumming while watching
Shane's ass being licked by the dog. Of course Brian does
whatever he can to the tied up Jeff to make him cum while Shane,
on all fours, at first pleads with him not to.  However, after
the dog starts licking him out his pleadings subside and his cock
gets harder, longer and drippyer.  Brian convinces Jeff that
Shane is dying for it and makes him shoot off.

CHAPTER III             Little Boy Blue

The boys were pleased with their work so far.  They had turned a
self- assured, arrogant, straight stud into a sex slave, turned
on to young boys. But they wanted to humiliate him even further.

At school the previous semester, the whole school had been
involved in a pageant about the American Boy Scout Movement. The
kids had done work projects about the history of the scout
movement, and the teachers had joined in at the County Fair by
hireing a truck and entering a float for the carnival. The staff
at the school had made costumes depicting the changing uniforms
over the years, and worn them on the procession.

Brian and Dave found the old costumes one day in an old trunk
during cleanup at the end of the semester. What immediately
caught their eye was a pair of blue shorts, like junior scouts
wear. They were much too big for them, but looked about the ideal
size for Chet. They searched through the chest and found the
shirt, scarf, cap and socks to match, and hid them inside their
lunch boxes.

That afternoon, after school the boys went round to Brian's
house. Brian and Dave showed Mike what they had found. The
uniform was all creased, but as soon as it was ironed it would be
perfect. Brian went to the utility room, and soon brought the
clothes back looking like new.

The next step was to decide what they would do with them.  Mike
suggested doping Chet up again, and making feel younger than they
were. Then they could dress him up in the uniform and make him
want to please the 'bigger boys' by doing things for (and to)
them. Brian said that it was a good idea, but that they could
really have some great fun if they got Chet outside the house. 
He told them that Chet always went to the pool on Sunday
afternoons to swim a few lengths. They could follow him down
there, and spike his soda. When he went to get changed again they
could really have some fun!  Both Mike and Dave could see the
possibilities.  They arranged to meet outside the drug-store that
Sunday afternoon for phase two of Operation Chet. 

Sunday afternnon the boys met up and made their way to the pool.
Brian told the other two boys that Chet had left an hour earlier,
so by now should be good and thirsty. Sure enough, when they had
changed, they found Chet just waiting to get a Coke from the
machine. They stayed well out of sight until he had drunk some
and had dived back into the water to cool down. Brian took the
cap off the phial and walked over to the table where
his older brother had left the half empty can and poured a few
drops into it. All it needed now was for Chet to take a couple of
mouthfulls, and the trap would be set.

Soon Chet returned to the table and finished off the can. He sat
for a few seconds, and then turned to throw the empty container
in the trash can. As he threw the can, Chet swayed a little. 
This was the signal that the drug was beginning to work, and the
three boys walked round the pool to Chet. 
"Whadda you wan," Chet slurred slightly as the boys walked up to
him. 

"We want you to come with us, Chet," said Brian, taking hold of
his brother's hand, "You really shouldn't go near the water
without one of us big boys about."

"What you meeeann, biggg boyyz?" The drug was really getting to
Chet out in the heat. All he wanted to do was get away from these
stupid kids. 
"You know what I mean, Chet, mommy always tells you do do what I
tell you to, and you're a good little boy aren't you Chet, a good
little ten year old boy, aren't you?" Brian hoped he was not
rushing it too much, but it was a bit risky out in the open.

Chet stood there, staring at his brother, swaying slightly. His
head was swimming and he was finding it very difficult to
concentrate. What was his stupid brother on about? But he heard a
voice inside hs head saying "Ten yeeears olld, I'm tenn yearrs
olld." Then he realised it was not inside his head, but his own
voice, speaking softly.

"Thats right Chet, you're a little ten year old boy, still in
grade school, and you want us to let you play with us bigger
boys, don't you?" Dave whispered.

Mike took over. "Yeah, you want us to let you play with us big
boys, don't you?"

"yeah, I wanna plaaay, lemme play with you bigg boyys." Chet was
starting to whine a little, just like a kid who wasn't getting
his way. He could see himself, but as a little boy, pleading with
these boys to be allowed to join in the fun.

"O.k Chet, but you gotta get changed first, cos we're gonna go
out to the woods, you wanna come to the woods with us big boys?"
Brian was starting to enjoy himself.

"Me wanna go to woods with the big boyys" said Chet.

"O.k, Chet, we'll go and get changed and go to the woods, come
on." Brian took hold of his brother's hand and led him to the
changing rooms as if he were a kindergarten kid. Chet was trying
to hold back, but his mind was slowly regressing back seven
years, and he was mentally becoming ten years of age. He tried to
resist the drug's efeects, but was slowly losing the battle.

When they got to the changing rooms, the four boys went into one
of the family cubicles and shut the door. Brian picked up his
towel and stood in front of his brother. "I gotta dry you off
first, Chet, take off your trunks."

Chet slowly peeled his trunks off, behaving just like a shy ten
year old in front of older boys, he hid his cock with his hands
as Brian started to towel him down.  Mike grabbbed another towel
and pulled Chet's hands out of the way and rubbed his cock and
balls roughly with the towel. "Must get chet nice and dry before
he puts his little boy's clothes on, mustn't we?" he said.
"Little Chet mustn't get a chill"

"Mussn gerra chillll" slurred the boy in reply. Brian asked Chet
what Mike was doing.

"He'ss drying mah cockk" whispered Chet, shyly, the drug having
finally done it's work. Inside his head, Chet, the big butch 17
year old was now a real "widdle boy". He has lost.

"NO HE'S NOT!" shouted Brian, sternly. "He's wiping your weenie.
Only big boys have COCKS, little boys have weenies or pee-pees.
What have you got?" 
"I gotta weeeeeniee" whimpered Chet, just like a little kid. 
"That's right," said Dave, grinning, "and only little boys get
their weenies towelled. Big boys get theirs dried another way."
He stood in front of Chet, and slowly pushed the boy down by his
shoulders.

When Chet was on his knees, he took the boys head in his hands
and pulled it into his groin. "Now Chet, lick it dry, just like
it's a lollypop, go on, or we won't let you play with us!"

Brian and Mike stared at Dave, they were worried that he was
rushing things, but they hadn't noticed him put a drop from the
phail on his cock, just waiting for Chet to lick it off. Chet of
course, already having been turned on to boys, lapped at Dave's
cock, making it wetter and wetter instead of dryer.

Dave finally decided that he had had enough, and told Chet to
crawl across the floor to the other boys, and dry them off too.
Sure enough, Chet shuffled across the room on all fours, and
began to lick the other two off. 

Brian had other ideas though. Watching his older brother licking
away at his friends without complaint had given him an idea. His
young cock was now rigid, and as Chet started licking it, he
caught hold of Chet's head and held it still while he face-fucked
his older brother.  After only 10 or 11 thrusts he fell he was
ready to shoot.

"Chet, for being a good boy, I'm gonna give you something to
drink," he moaned as he felt the jism start to shoot up his cock.
"Here it comes, now SWALLOW IT!"

The other two boys stood there amazed as Brian filled his
brother's mouth with cum. Brian kept thrusting until his cock
went soft, and he let it flop out of Chet's spunk filled mouth.
Mike said they had better get moving if they were going to get
over to the woods, and brian quickly pulled the scout uniform out
of his bag, and stuffed Chet's clothes into it. 

Chet was still kneeling on the floor when Brian and his friends
had finished dressing. His eyes were glazed, and his face fixed
in a blank expression. He knew he had just blown his brother, and
he had enjoyed it. He just hoped that the other boys would let
him blow them too.  He was now well past the point of no return,
never again would a girl arouse him, he was a boy's boy now.

The three friends didn't realise yet what a thorough job they had
done on the older boy, if they had they might have been very
worried. All they knew was that they had got Chet right where
they wanted him. They had him believing that they were superior
to him, and that what ever they wanted him to do should be done.
But more than that, they had inadvertently over-dosed him, and
that was to spell trouble.

Brian told Chet to get dressed. In his regressed state, Chet
didn't even make a token resistance as the boys helped him first
into a child's style under-vest and jockey shorts, then put the
blue short-sleeved shirt on him and buttoned it up. The three
boys all had a feel of Chet's rock-hard member as they tucked the
shirt inside his jockeys, and another grope up the legs of the
blue shorts as they ziped him into them. They put his socks and
sneakers on him, and finished it all of with the scarf and cap. 
They then stood back and looked at their handiwork.  Before them
they saw an over-szed kid, just ready to be dominated and
humiliated.

They left the pool by a side entrance, careful not to be seen,
and the three of them led Chet by the hand into the woods at the
back of town. 

CHAPTER IV              The Humiliation of Chet

When they were safley into the woods, Brian, Mike and Dave
started phase three of their plan.  They told Chet that if he
wanted to be a propper menber of the gang, he would have to do
the initiation.  Chet looked at them strangely, as if he didn't
understand.  The three boys told him that all members of the gang
had to have an identity card with their photograph on it.  Chet
just looked down at the ground.

Mike opened his bag and produced a Polaroid camera.  He told Chet
to stand in the middle of the clearing where it was still quite
bright, and took a couple of shots of the boy.

Dave them walked over to Chet and loosened the waistband of the
shorts and unzipped the fly so that the shorts formed a V frame
around the bulge insde Chet's white jockeys. A couple of shots
and they were ready for the third view.  Now Chet had his blue
shorts lowered to his knees, and his cock pulled through the fly
in his jockeys. Two more shots like that, and then the boys were
ready for the final scene of that pack of film. 
"Lay on the floor and jerk off, Chet" Brian is thoroughly
enjoying this new found power, "Show us how little ten year olds
beat their meat!" 

Chet reaches down and grabs his "weenie" and starts rubbing
himself off. The three boys stand around him as he gets more and
more into the rhythm.  He can see up the legs of their shorts to
the white fabric of their jockeys, and he imagines all the things
that he would love the "big" boys make him do.  He fantasises
about his mouth around those hairless boy-cocks, sniffing the
young musk, and he sees himself being felt up, having his shorts
taken off him and "naughty" things done to him. These images and
more flash through his mind as he gets closer and closer to
shooting his load. 

The three boys stood arund him now drop thier shorts and get out
their peckers, all of them just waiting for Chet to shoot before
jerking off all over the "little" boy.

As Chet shoots his wad, the others splatter him with their
contributions. All over his face, legs and jockeys there are
globs of boy-juice, soaking into the white fabric, rolling down
his cheeks, into his hair. 
Brian and his friends pull up thier shorts and look at Chet,
soaked in spunk.  Brian kneels down by his brother and plants a
hypnotic message in Chets mind.

"You are now totally turned onto us, Chet, and you like what we
do to you. Sometimes we'll want you to be your right age, so you
can screw us, and be our jerk-off machine, and when we want that
we will say "Chet's a Jerker", but if we want you as a little
boy, we will just say the age, like "Ten years old" and you will
be, ready to do whatever the hell we want. Maybe we'll say "One
year old" someday, and you will strip off bare-assed and you'll
want us to put you in diapers, and feed you bottles and baby
stuff." 

"But just remember, in future you better be good to us, cos we
can change you anywhere, anytime, At home, at school, even if
you're out with your buddies. So be nice or else!"

Chet is now totally subservient to them, and there is no way he
can resist. He now knows that at any time, just by the boys
saying ten years old, he will become the little boy he is now,
ready and willing to do whatever the "older" boys demand. Or even
a little baby, made to fill his diaper, and suck a boy's cock as
a comforter.  Tears fill his eyes as Mike finishes off the pack
of film, taking snaps of the come-soaked boy.  But to his final
humiliation, Chat realises they are tears of joy, not tears of
sorrow.................

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