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Our regular time rolls around, 11 o'clock on Saturday, and I found myself once again at Ethan's doorstep. Far from the sullen Ethan that received me the first session, my young charge eagerly throws open the door with a wide smile on his face.
"Hey Mr. Blake! I've been waiting all week to see you again! We're going to have so much fun!" he exclaims. I smile in return and follow Ethan inside, closing the door behind me.
"Yes, we will. Now, why don't we move to the couch for a second instead of the dining room and we can talk about math for a bit?" I say, testing to see if my commands hold. Both do, as his smooth legs glide towards the couch and the lump in his shorts give a slight twitch at the mention of "math. " He jumps onto the couch, his knees bending as his lithe body turns in the air to land, giggling, across the cushions. He stretches out, taking up the whole couch as he put his hands under his head. His shirt is sleeveless today, so his hairless armpits are exposed for the world to see. I laugh at his antics, and causally brush his smooth leg, motioning for him to let me sit down. He complies, bringing his knees up. I sit down next to him, looking at his beautiful face between his slightly parted legs before looking down at his shorts, which had ridden down just enough to see a hint of his underwear: black boxers.
"Return" I say, and clap my hands. The angelic smile on his face is replaced by a blank look.
"I obey your command" he intones.
"Jake is home, correct? What does he know of me?" I ask, referring to Ethan's 11-year-old brother. Jake is very different from his brother. His hair is darker, and his body, though similarly lithe, shows none of Ethan's signs of development. However, the most important difference is personality: Jake's shyness is always dominated by Ethan's outgoing nature, leading Jake to do pretty much whatever Ethan said to avoid confrontation.
But maybe, I think to myself, confrontation would bring them closer together.
"I told him to stay in his room and not bother us. He doesn't know anything about you." Ethan dutifully replies.
"Okay. You will go into Jake's room and tell him to play the Game. You will not take no for an answer, using force if necessary. Once he is under, go into a trance yourself and call out to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes master" Ethan replies. I hand him the phone and snap my fingers. The brightness returns to Ethan's eyes as jumps up from the couch, my phone in his hand, and runs down to the hall to Jake's room. I laugh as he barges into Jake's room, and hear an indignant "what" from Jake before the door slams shut.
5 minutes later, I hear the telltale robotic voice of a tranced Ethan call out to me. They are both mine. I open the door to Jake's room. It's your typical boy's room: dirty clothes strewn across the floor, bookcases and a bed lining the walls, and a Wii U off to the side. The two brothers, sitting side by side on the bed with their knees and legs touching, glance up at me.
"I obey your command" they intone in unison. As I go deeper into the room, I casually pick up one of Jake's used underwear and give it a sniff. Jake's musty boy scent invades my nostrils, and I inhale deeply. Dropping the underwear, I stand in front of them and get to business.
"Jake, do you masturbate?" I ask.
"Yes, multiple times a day" he responds.
"Does Ethan know?"
"No, I'm too embarrassed he'll make fun of me if I tell him so he thinks I don't know how yet." Jake says.
"Perfect. When you wake up, you will get hornier and hornier as time passes. However, you will forget all knowledge of masturbation or any sexual actions. You will not know how to relieve your arousal. Do you understand?"
"Yes master" Jake replies.
"Ethan, you will gradually become incredibly attracted to your brother. All you want to do is touch and feel his body all over. Every time he speaks, every time he looks you in the eye, every time he touches you, you will get hornier, but you won't cum until he does. Do you understand?"
"Yes master" Ethan replies.
"Both of you, when you wake up, you will want to play video games together. You will not see or hear me, unless I give you a command or put you back in a trance, do you understand?"
"Yes master" they both reply in unison. I smile, step to the side, and snap my fingers.
(Ethan's POV)
I'm in my crybaby brother's room, cause I wanted to show him that cool game Mr. Blake showed me. It really made me focus better, so I knew Jakie would like it. I guess that's why I showed him. I don't really know. But it doesn't matter, cause I'll just kick his butt at Mario Kart like I always do.
"Th-that was a cool game, Ethan" Jake starts. As he looks into my eyes I feel--something. It's like, something good. The feeling leaves me speechless for a second, so Jake continues.
"Wanna play some Wii?" he asks. I laugh at him, ignoring the feeling this time. It's probably nothing.
"Of course, Jakie, you're gonna get crushed like you always do!" I jeer at him. He walks over to the bean bag chairs across the room where the Wii is set up, and plops down in one, making a thunk as his body hits the cushion. Jakie looks good today. Maybe his clothes? I don't know, and I don't care, `cause I'm just here to make him cry again like I always do when he loses. He's such a crybaby. I walk over and sit in the beanbag chair next to him, and we begin.
He's even worse than he usually is. He keeps looking away at something, but I'm too focused on beating him to figure out what. I did really well in the first race, though I got distracted by that weird feeling again when he yelled after falling off the track for the third time. The results screen came up, showing Jakie in 11th and me in 3rd. I throw my controller down in disgust and turn to Jakie.
"Jakie, you idiot, shut up! You made me lose the race!" I yell. He turns to me.
"Sorry Ethan" he says sincerely with a note of terror in his voice. Just then I'm hit with that feeling again, but like doubled. Now I know what it is. I'm getting a boner. I'm getting a boner...over my brother?? My idiot brother?? No, that can't be, he's just a snot-nosed kid who cries all the time. But I can feel it. In my shorts. Something's wrong.
"Ethan, are you okay?" Jake asks, looking into my eyes. The feeling comes back, tripled. My face flushes as I feel my boner twitch, harder than it's ever been. I can't deny it now, I'm somehow attracted to Jakie. I cover up my thoughts with more anger.
"Yeah I'm fine, are YOU fine?? What was up with all those deaths, this is like the easiest course!" I say loudly, trying to sound angry. In truth, I'm confused. I'm not gay, I've had plenty of boners over girls. I just don't understand what's different.
"Oh," he says, looking down automatically "Uhhhh, I'm fine. I'll do better, I promise." I ignore the jolt and look where his eyes landed: his crotch. And in his stupid red shorts there's a noticeable bulge. Jakie's....hard? He's a kid! He's only eleven! He's nowhere near mature enough to be getting boners. Although...I was younger than Jakie when I first got a boner, so maybe it's possible. Lost in my thoughts I notice my hand slowly moving towards his bulge. Not good. I quickly raise it to push his chest. Not expecting the sudden movement, Jakie loses his balance and topples over. His beautiful smooth legs go up in the air, feet flailing as his head hits the carpeted floor. His shorts fly up, revealing a hint of his tighty-whities, even tighter thanks to his boner. He lands, exposing his perfect shorts-clad bubble butt to me, and I...
Wait.
Shit.
Fuck, did I think those things? Did feeling his chest through his shirt make me nearly moan? How is this possible? I rush over to him, filled with regret and worry. Wait, I'm worried about my brother? I didn't stop to think about it too much, because I AM worried about him. He's lying on the floor, crying, and not even trying to get up.
"Brother, please don't be mad at me. I don't know what's going on! My pee-pee's hard and I feel all hot and weird and I don't know what to do and I need help can you please help PLEEEEEEASE?" Jakie said, his sobbing voice rising in pitch as he panicked. I trail my eyes across his body: his bare, splayed legs, his shorts tightened by a large bulge, his shirt, which had ridden up to expose some of his flawless skin, and his crying face punctuated by his desperate, asking eyes. I lost it, rushing over to kneel next to him, tenderly touching his cheek and meeting his. As our skin made contact for the first time that afternoon and I gazed into his eyes that were as blue as mine, I couldn't stop the loud moan from coming out. Not breaking eye contact, my left hand blindly fumbles for my crotch as I awkwardly fondle myself. My spell was broken a few seconds by my little brother's voice.
"Br-Brother? Can you help me?" he asked tentatively. I gasp and break eye contact finally, looking down at his sizable problem in shorts once again.
"Sure, little brother. Let's get these clothes off and I'll show you, okay?" I said, my left hand not leaving my crotch as I watch my little brother nod, and slowly get up. I stay kneeling as his he rose, his crotch coming to eye level. I moan as I watch my brother's bulge throb a few inches from my face, my hand speeding up on the outside of my shorts. I look up and watch him remove his shirt, dropping it on the floor, exposing a smooth chest with pink, dime-sized nipples. His hand trails down his body, a pleasured shudder wracking his frame as they pass over those beautiful nubs on their way to his cute red shorts. Hands shaking with arousal, Jakie fumbles with the string for a second in frustration before nearly ripping it loose. He let go, and the shorts joined the shirt at his feet. My view changes from red fabric to white as his bulging underwear came into view, the only piece of clothing left on his lithe body.
"Now what, brother?" Jakie asks.
"All your clothes off, Jakie, even your underwear. Let me help you Jakie," I say in a near whisper. On my knees, I scoot close to Jakie. I stop my hand furiously rubbing my shorts and put a hand on each hip, right above his underwear. I look at him, gazing up his body to his cute face in askance. He moans at the contact and his hips thrust a tiny bit in my direction. That's all the approval I need, and I return my gaze to his bulge to focus on my task. Gripping the sides of his underwear, I slowly bring it down his legs. For the first time since we were little kids in the bath, I see it. A tiny bit of the head peeks out, a beautiful red color, enticing me, making me want to see more. I can't take the slow speed anymore, and jam them down the rest of the way, making his cock bounce and slap his stomach. I stare at it, and pleasure floods my body. I moan louder than I ever have before as I jam my hand into my shorts, arching my back. The sight of that mesmerizing, 4-inch cock, hard and throbbing with desire, is enough to make me cum.
But I don't. Something's wrong. My brother's body, his beautiful cock, should've been enough. But something was holding me back, blocking me from cumming. Forgetting about my naked brother standing in front of me, I close my eyes, throw my head back, and double my hand's speed on my own hard dick, desperately trying to push myself over the edge. I get no closer in the next minute. Giving a frustrated grunt, I take my tired arm out of my shorts and open my eyes. I look up at my brother's face, and see the shocked and confused expression he had on his face ever since I took the last shred of clothing off of his body.
"What are you doing, brother? Are you hurting yourself? Can you help me now please? Please??" he begs, legs shuffling in nervousness. In that moment, I realize what I need to do to cum. I need to help my angel of a brother out with his problem. I smile back at him, wiping the sweat from my blond hair. "I'm masturbating, Jakie. It makes you feel really good, and it'll solve your problem. Can I show you how to do it?" I ask, my hand reaching for his erect cock before pausing to wait for his answer.
"Yes please!" he nearly yells, too horny now to care about if I'd be mad at him for raising his voice. My hand reaches his throbbing erection, and we both moaned at the feeling. My left hand returns to my shorts, and I grab my own throbbing boner in my underwear.
"So Jakie, you want to hold your dick like this, and then rub it back and forth" I say, between moans as I begin to jack off my beautiful brother in time with my own aching erection. I don't get very far before his legs begin to shake. I rip my hand out of my shorts and grab his smooth butt just as his legs give out from pleasure and he falls backwards. I fall with him, landing on top of his sweaty body, my bulge colliding with his erection. I grind my erection against his hardness for a few seconds, moaning at the contact until I remember what I'm supposed to be doing. Straddling his legs, I scoot down his aroused body until I'm once again face-to-face with his cock. I resume my stroking, earning another moan from my highly aroused brother. I continue my ministrations, feeling his hips attempting to buck into me, trying to get closer to the source of the pleasure. But my own legs hold him firm, and his thighs twitch weakly under me. Soon, watching my hand on his erection becomes too much. I have to know what it tastes like. But only if it's okay.
"Jake, there's something that feels even better than this that I can do for you. Can I do it?" I ask, stopping my hand while I wait for his answer. He whines and looks at me, cheeks red with arousal.
"Why'd you stop, please keep going, do something, anything! Help me, brother!" he yells, as he brings his head back and tries to thrust his hips again, his thighs pressing strongly against me. I bend down. I glance at his face one more time, before looking down. My tongue comes out, and I taste the full length of my brother's hardness, licking from the base all the way to the tip. I gasp at the taste, my hand reaching for my shorts again as I begin to rub myself again.
"More!" Jakie moans, lost completely to the pleasure. The moans brings me back to the task at hand, and I can resist my urges no more. Hand still furiously jacking myself in my shorts, I reach down and engulf his dick, the four inches going smoothly into my mouth. My left hand holds his hip firm, and not a moment to soon. The new warmth around his dick rips a scream of pleasure out of his throat, and he tries to buck into my throat. I can't savor the moment anymore, I need to taste more. I began to bob wildly on my brother's dick, feeling his hardness throb strongly in my mouth. His moans are gone, replaced by screams as he is overcome with pleasure. His hands, no longer twitching at his side, ball tightly into fists as his body is wracked by the unfamiliar sensations. All too quickly, he feels something beginning in his penis. His eyes, shut with pleasure, snap open. He looks at me with a worried expression on his face.
"Ethan, stop, I'm going to pee! Please, brother, stop! I need to pee! Stop!" he pleads, and his hands move to my head, attempting to push me off. I'm far too horny to pull off and explain, and my hands, one from his hip and one from my shorts, grab his wrists and slam them down on the carpet. His hips, now free, buck into my mouth, sending him over the edge.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yells, losing the ability to form words as the dam inside him bursts. His hips jump off the carpet and slam into me, burying his cock deeper and making me gag. His powerful dry orgasm lasts for 10 whole seconds, before his hips collapse, and he pants, dazed. As his throbbing slows, I feel something inside my mind change. I can cum now. Excited, I let go of his wrists and once again grab my own rock hard cock. I'm jack off furiously, watching his face as he basks in the afterglow of his first orgasm. His eyes are shut as he pants heavily from his open mouth, trying to regain the oxygen he lost in yelling out his pleasure. I study his mouth, and realize exactly what I want. What I need.
"Jakie, I need you to help me out now. Please. If you do this for me I'll do whatever you want. I'll never bully you again. Please. Help me Jakie! Do for me what I just did for you!" I beg him, looking desperately at his face. He opens his eyes slowly and looks at me.
"Do you promise brother? Do you SUPER promise?" Jakie asks, smiling.
"Yes!! I'll do anything!!" I affirm.
"Alright brother, I accept." Jakie says, the words send a jolt to my cock as I was finally allowed to get the release I so desperately needed. I pull my shirt off, and fling it behind me. My shorts and underwear were already down my legs before the shirt hit the ground. Now completely naked, I scoot up his body until my hard 5-inch dick is above his mouth.
"Open your mouth," I say breathlessly. He pauses for a tantalizing second, and I think for a moment that he's having second thoughts. But his mouth soon parts slowly, and I only have enough self control to mutter a "watch your teeth" before I shove all five inches of my erection into his mouth. His eyes widen as it hits his throat, but he says nothing. I begin to thrust immediately, needing my release. Watching my dick go in and out of my mouth is almost too much, but I resist. But I need to cum. I need to cum now. I push in, farther than I have before, my hands planted on either side of his head. He gags, his throat constricting around my dick. That brings me over the edge, and finally, finally, my mental block gone, I release. I pull out until just the tip is in his mouth, and let go, cumming wildly as spurt after spurt of my cum fills his mouth and leaks a little out of the sides, dripping onto the carpet. My arms give out and I collapse onto my brother, my cock softening. I hear a clap behind me.
"Return"
I know no more.
(My POV)
I look at my entranced charges, my 6 inch erection having been freed from its cloth prison a while ago. They couldn't see me anyway, and I took advantage of that fact to slowly stroke myself to the private show I was getting. I stroke myself further as I gave the boys their orders.
"Jake, don't swallow Ethan's cum yet." Jake, his eyes glassy, nods his assent.
"Ethan, take your cock out of Jake's mouth. Both of you, lie on your sides and face each other." Mechanically, Ethan extracts himself from his brother and they assume their commanded positions. "Jake, show me Ethan's load." Jake dutifully opens his mouth and displays the mixture of cum and saliva he had been ordered not to swallow. I moan at the sight, jacking my dick faster.
"Both of you, slowly bring your lips together and kiss, sharing the cum between you." I command, my voice shaking with anticipation as my hand becomes a blur on my dick. Their faces come together, their eyes glazed over. Then, they kiss, their lips pressing together tenderly. I lose it, my cum spraying all over their faces. Their ignore my shots and continue doing as ordered, oblivious to the cum on their faces as they swap Ethan's cum back and forth in their mouths. Finally, panting, I stop. "Stop. Stand up, both of you, and open your mouths." They do so, cum streaked on the side of their face. They stand, hip-to-hip, and open their mouths to show me the cum and spit mixture accumulated there.
"Swallow." They do, their Adam's apples working in unison to bring the cum and spit into their stomachs, still will no knowledge of the cum dripping on their cheeks. I decide to make sure Ethan keeps his promise.
"Ethan, unless it interferes with my orders, you will happily and willingly do anything Jake tells you to do. You are no longer intensely attracted to him, but you still love him and will no longer be mean to him for any reason. Jake, you know Ethan will uphold his promise and will not hesitate to use it when you want to. Oh, and one more thing, both of you..." I say, and give them a few more commands. They nod in compliance.
"Alright, clean each other off with your tongues, swallow, and put your clothes back on. Once you do that, you will forget all that has happened and wake up, but both of you will be eager to see me again." They nod, and my ears are greeted with the beautiful sounds of slurping and swallowing as I head out the door.
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