The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

3.

I blinked and looked around. Closing the back door had apparently been enough to snap me out of it. The sky was dark outside the window—it had been early afternoon when Dad had tranced my ass off to Sleepy-Land. Apparently hours had passed. I was shirtless but wearing running shoes and sweat pants, and not the shorts I’d had on at lunchtime either—that meant I’d been back to my room to get the pants, and it probably meant I had been outside too. I’d been sweating, though it was half-dried now, and I was panting, and I was fucking tired. Like I’d been out running until I was exhausted. What the hell had Erik made me do?

I was pretty sure this violated the nothing that leaves the house or yard rule, but obviously Erik had somehow gotten me to go along with his suggestions anyway.

I decided to play along like I was still out of it. As soon as I could get my hands on one of those crystals—bam!—I’d send Erik off to Nappy-Time and have my revenge!

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing, so I feigned hypnosis—a blank expression, a slightly shuffling walk—and headed downstairs to the basement, where the video game noises were coming from.

When I got down toward the bottom of the stairs, Erik shot a glance over at me. He was playing DeathCar 9000, one of our current favorites, yanking the controller around and tapping rapid-fire at the buttons. His eyes quickly jumped back the screen.

“You’re back, huh?” he chuckled. “Man, look at you. Like Dad always says, there’s nothing like a hard run to wear out your rebellious streak, right? You’re still so fucking out of it. Dad really did a number on you!”

Oh, if you only knew, brother, if you only knew.

“Dad sucks at this game. Get naked, Derik. Come over here and have a seat—on the floor, though—you’re way too sweaty for the couch.”

I slipped out of my shoes and sweat pants. Erik sat on the couch, naked of course, playing the video game, slouched back, legs wide apart. Mark, also naked, sat on the floor between Erik’s legs. He had his hand around Erik’s erection and licked it—not sucking it or trying to get him off, but just making these long, slow licks to keep Erik’s cock stimulated and hard. When we had that famous weekend of sex and hypnosis play five years ago, I’d pronounced Mark the best cocksucker, so I wasn’t surprised Erik had him doing the honors. And I knew from experience that Erik liked long, slow build-ups. Me too, when it came down to it, and that was part of why I was playing this masquerade of letting Erik think I was still hypnotized.

“Have a seat, slaveboy,” Erik said and pointed at the carpet at Dad’s feet.

Slaveboy. It meant something when Erik called me that. It meant I had to do what he said. I decided I’d better play along.

Dad, still looking hypno-dazed like Mark, sat naked on the old ratty sofa he’d bought at a yard sale so we’d have something to park our asses on down here while we played video games. I sat on the ratty of piece of indoor-outdoor carpet he’d salvaged to cover part of the concrete floor.

“Give him the controller, Dad,” Erik said, and Dad handed it down to me. “Sit back and relax, Dad. You’ll find watching us play this game fascinating, won’t you? I know you will.”

I took the controller and started to play. Yeah, Dad really sucked—Erik had a commanding lead already. In DeathCar 9000, you race your car through a city, and you have to shoot things around you with weapons mounted on your vehicle, and you have to either power your way through obstacles or find creative ways around them, and sometimes, like when you wreck or run out of fuel, you have to abandon your car and run on foot until you find another car you can steal and continue the race, preferably a better one with more weapons. In split screen multi-player mode, you can sometimes find the other player and shoot his car with your guns or ram it or do a bunch of other stuff to set him back. Erik and I loved it, and we were nearly evenly matched skill-wise. But coming back from Dad’s less-than-stellar performance? That’d be a challenge, especially since I had to act like my reaction time was slow, ’cause I was still pretending to be hypnotized.

In the game, the car Dad had been driving was almost toast. I had to abandon it and send my avatar running to find a new one.

“Notice anything different?” Erik quipped. Why was he gloating?

I looked carefully at the screen. Something was different, but what? Then I realized: My avatar was completely naked. No, he couldn’t be. The game let you select an avatar, but it didn’t have a way to change the avatar’s outfit. This must be ... Erik’s doing.

He cackled from the couch and kicked me with his bare foot. “Dude! You should see your face! Now get ready for something really cool!”

Bullets came flying across the screen. Fuck!—My avatar was out in the open, an easy target. Erik’s car came swerving around a truck, firing bullets at my avatar. Wait, those weren’t bullets. They were little cocks and balls. Erik’s guns were machine-gunning little cocks and balls at me! Well, the in-game me anyway.

“Derik, dude! Your expression is priceless!”

How could Erik have—

The only way he could make me see that was if—

Was I still hypnotized? Did I only think I was awake?

That’s when the doorbell rang.

Erik hit the Pause button. “Hey, Derik, put your pants on. Go see who’s at the door, and get your ass back down here.” Which I guess made sense, since I was the only one other than Mark who had clothes in the basement.

I pulled my sweat pants on and went upstairs. I opened the front door. A good-looking guy with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, just a couple of years older than me, had his back to me, and turned to face me when the door opened. He flashed me a brilliant smile—and checked out my bare torso too.

“Hey there. Is Mark here? Hope Ah got the right house?” he asked with a drawl. “He told me he was movin’ back to town, so Ah figured Ah’d stop by ’n say howdy. Name’s Jake—Jake Daniels. ’N don’t go makin’ no jokes ’bout how it’s supposed to be Jack ’cause Ah already heared ’em all ’bout a zillion times, y’hear? Mark around?”

Tall, muscular, good-looking, mid-twenties, like Mark.

“Come on in,” I said.

Jake stepped inside, and I shut the door behind him. “Y’all must be one’a his brothers? Y’all look purt-near like him,” Jake said, checking me out again before he quickly shifted to checking out the room. “Nice place.”

“I have to go downstairs,” I told him, which was one hundred percent true.

“Who was it?” Erik asked as I walked down into the basement.

“Jake Daniels ... Looking for Mark. He’s ... in the living room.”

Erik’s jaw dropped, since he probably wasn’t expecting me to invite the visitor in. Man, I love throwing curves at Erik.

Erik snapped, “Mark, do you know who this Jake Daniels is? He a friend of yours?”

“Mmm ...” Mark mumbled dreamily. “Used to date ... while back ... Sexy ... Di’n’t work out ...”

“Did you ever hypnotize him?”

“Umm-hmm.”

“Excellent. Get your pants on, slaveboy. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

That’s how, several minutes later, Mark came walking back down the stairs, preceded by Jake. Jake looked kind of dazed, which was why Mark, behind him, with his hands on Jake’s shoulders, helped guide him down the stairs. The crystal pendant that Erik had “loaned” to Mark, dangling from his right hand, explained why. So naturally Erik and Dad being naked didn’t bother Jake ’cause the fact just didn’t register.

So obviously Mark had hypnotized Jake before. Obviously it “took” in a manner of speaking, but I could tell Jake wasn’t that deeply hypnotized. Not like Mark or Dad or me—at least when I was actually hypnotized, which I wasn’t. Jake didn’t have the same years of experience we did.

“Bring him over here to the bed, slaveboy,” Erik told Mark as he hauled his naked ass off the couch and headed toward the bed we’d set up for Mark there in the basement. “Dad, be a good slaveboy and come over here too. I’m gonna need your expertise.”

Erik and Mark laid Jake down on his back on the bed. Dad was the best, most experienced hypnotist of all of us, and Erik needed him to get the lightweight job Mark had managed to do on Jake turned into something more solid.

Dad sat next to Jake’s head, massaging his temples, as he obediently deepened Jake’s trance. Telling him to turn loose now. Relax. Let a good, pleasant feeling spread all through his body. Arms limp now, every muscle limp and loose as a rag doll, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Droopy, drowsy, sleepy. So calm and so relaxed. Relaxing more with each easy beat of his heart, each easy breath, each sound he heard.

I gotta hand it to Dad—he sure knew his stuff. Already Jake looked like he was nearly out of it and fading fast. Mark had gotten Jake started, and now Dad making sure he didn’t last much longer. Just from watching them, my dick started hardening in my sweatpants.

Erik and my Dad sitting naked on the bed. Mark in his shorts. Jake lying there in his nice polo shirt and jeans. There was something so sexy about them all grouped on and around the bed. I wondered if Erik had gotten careless and left one of the other crystals lying around where I could grab it ...

Erik looked over at me. He saw the tent my cock made, and he smirked. “Derik, Derik, Derik. Be a good slaveboy: get naked and get your ass over here.”

When he called me slaveboy, I had to do it. Had to. Not that I needed much urging. I dropped my sweats, kicked free of them, and padded over to the bed.

“I bet Mark and Jake were a great couple, don’t you?” Erik said to me. His dick had risen just as hard as mine. “Let’s show them how to make love the way we do. I think they’d be into it.” He looked at Mark and Jake and said, “Let’s begin?” It wasn’t really a question. “Derik, tell them how we begin.”

I thought about it. “We ... start with kissing ...”

“Mark, give Jake a kiss.”

Mark tilted in to close the space between them. He kissed Jake, but Jake, deeper enthralled now, eyes half-open, didn’t really react.

Erik said, “Mark, Mark, Mark—you don’t kiss someone with just your mouth.”

I knew how to finish his idea. It seemed so natural. “Use your whole body.”

“Right. Wrap yourselves together—”

“—until you become one person.”

“Like this,” Erik said, and pulled my face toward his. We locked our arms around one another and kissed. As always, we forgot everything else.

When we broke, Erik whispered to Mark, “Now try that kiss again. Jake, you kiss him back too.”

Mark moved in closer to Jake until their bodies met.

“Tell each other how much you missed each other, and how good this feels. Not with words—”

“—only with your bodies and your hands.”

Mark stretched his body alongside Jake’s, then slid on top of him. Willing students, they began to grind their crotches together, Mark’s naked skin against the denim covering Jake’s. Mark moved in closer. They had wrapped their muscular arms around each other’s broad shoulders. Erik and I moved nearer to them too.

“Now kiss.” Erik whispered. “Enjoy his lips.”

I suggested, “Show us how you bury your tongue in his throat.”

The two eager ex-boyfriends kissed with more passion now.

“Good,” Erik growled. I loved the way lust always colored his voice. “Show us how much you want each other.”

I added, “Forget everything else and concentrate on each other.”

“Want him more than anything else in the world.”

We watched them kiss.

“Mark,” Erik said very gently, “undress Jake. Slowly.”

“Enjoy what you are doing. Find his skin—”

“—with just your fingertips.”

Mark wrestled Jake’s shirt-front up. His hands grazed Jake’s pec; Jake moaned.

“Do you want to kiss his nipple, Mark?”

“Do it. Kiss his nipple.”

Mark made a half-audible affirmative sound and began to suckle Jake, who moaned again. I moved close to Jake. “Why don’t you kiss him again? Kissing feels good.”

Dreamily, Jake pulled Mark’s face from his pec to his lips, and this time the two of them began to relax into something that resembled honest feelings. Pleased, Erik looked at me, and he and I congratulated each other with a kiss, too. Sometime later, when we finally remembered them, we turned to look. Mark and Jake were still kissing.

Erik put his mouth beside Jake’s ear and murmured, “Would you like to show him your dick?”

Jake moaned and arched his back.

Erik found Mark’s ear next: “Take off his pants, slaveboy.”

I added, “Do it slowly ...

Mark worked the button and zipper at Jake’s fly and obediently slipped his fingers inside the waistband of his jeans. No underwear—very sexy.

“Why don’t you go down on him.”

Mark’s lips met Jake’s erection.

“Let each other know how much you are enjoying this ...”

“... but no words.”

Jake moaned. Mark moaned too. Like proud fathers, Erik and I watched them. Eventually, Erik nudged me and I eased back to Jake’s ear.

“Does he make you feel good?”

Jake nodded dizzily.

Erik said, “You’d like to make him feel just as good, wouldn’t you, Jake?”

Jake nodded and clumsily reached for Mark’s shoulders to pull him up.

“Tell him what you are going to do—”

“—but not with words.”

Jake nodded again. Erik and I moved back as they rolled. Jake, on top now, complied with our instructions by practically consuming Mark’s lips before slathering his way down his friend’s torso to take the head of the waiting erection into his mouth. Erik and I knelt down too, very close, to watch.

Erik suggested, “Why don’t you see if you can take all of him?”

Jake nodded. He managed to ingest about half of Mark’s shaft before he pulled off, eyes watering, and shook his head.

“Easy, Jake. Just relax. Try again.”

This time, Jake managed, with no gag reflex.

Soon, Mark and Jake were sixty-nining and ravaging each other with something that would have close to unbridled passion if their heads had been clear. Erik retrieved the condoms.

Slowly, Erik lifted Mark’s hands off his friend’s chest and slid them downward. Moaning, Mark began to knead the flesh he found, but they didn’t stop kissing.

I moved behind Jake. “Why don’t you roll over now?”

Still half hypno-stoned, Jake put his hands on the mattress underneath him and rolled, face down. As glazed as his partner, without prompting, Mark hunched over Jake’s ass and parted the cheeks.

“Taste him, slaveboy,” whispered Erik.

Mark obeyed. Jake made as sound as if he’d been hit by a car. Obviously, he had not been expecting this. Maybe they hadn’t done this back when they were dating? I stroked Jake’s hair. “Relax.” I murmured. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

He did just that.

Erik licked Mark’s ear, then whispered into it: “Would you like to be to be inside him?”

Mark gasped something that sounded affirmative.

“Soon. Just keep licking until he’s ready for you.”

I continued stroking Jake’s hair. “Just relax and enjoy this ’til you’re ready for him to be inside you. Let him know when you want him.”

Soon Jake was pushing his ass back at Mark’s tongue. I handed Jake a condom. “Why don’t you put it on Mark?”

“Yes ...” he muttered, grasping the condom and rotating his body to find Mark’s waiting erection. Frantically, he sheathed it and shifted to all fours.

As Mark moved into position behind Jake, I could hear Erik’s soft suggestion. “Don’t rush. Let him find you.”

Little by little, Jake edged back, taking Mark’s erection until it had vanished completely inside him.

“Maybe this would be a good time to thank him,” whispered Erik. “Not with words.”

Instantly, Mark collapsed atop Jake, found his lips, and they began to kiss. The kissing, of course, fueled their fervor, and the fucking began, slowly at first, but in moments they were going at it hard and fast.

Erik and I guided them through most of the positions we knew. Mark muttered something guttural, an involuntary announcement that he was close to orgasm.

“Would you like to see each other cum?” Erik asked.

Jake rolled over to face Mark, who straddled him, ripped off the rubber, and aimed his erection at his friend. Soon, Jake was sprayed with Mark’s release, but the next thing I knew, he leaned forward to take Mark’s dick back in his mouth. Erik hissed, “Yes!” as Mark swiveled around to find Jake’s erection and swallow it, too. After a few moments of giving it oral attention, Mark pulled off, stroked Jake’s boner by hand, and watched with heavy-lidded fascination as Jake ejaculated.

Once the magic glow had subsided, Erik and I weren’t finished with them. “Now comes the best part—”

“—when you thank each other—”

“but not with words.”

Mark and Jake lay there on the mattress. They kissed each other for quite awhile, caressing, cuddling. Erik smiled smugly.

“Dad, get in there.”

Dad knelt between Jake’s thighs. Jake’s legs were spread s wide and up in the air. Jake made a little unconscious moan when he felt the hot tip of Dad’s condom-covered erection nudge his shit-hole.

Erik said, “Go ahead—”

“—he’s ready for you now,” I finished.

Dad eased in the first inch or so, then he slammed nearly his entire thick dick into Jake’s guts. Jake made a sound like, ”Guh!“

“Keep him relaxed, Dad.”

“Don’t let him wake up while you’re fucking him.”

Jake sagged flat on his back with his legs over Dad’s shoulders. Jake turned his head, and he and Mark kissed as Dad fucked Jake. Little tremors, uncontrollable spasms, flickered through Jake’s stomach. Dad rammed him again, allowing him to rest a moment before easing out and then pushing his cock in again. All the time as Jake and Mark kissed, Dad kept telling Jake to relax, to stay so limp and relaxed. I bet Dad’s thickness had Jake’s ass stretching, feeling like his guts were on fire. But Dad kept moving slowly and gently, talking to Jake all soft and low, like Dad was making love to Jake instead of just fucking.

Jake’s body to his credit stayed limp as his ass adjusted to Dad’s thick dick intruding into it. Jake’s cock twitched, harder than ever. The head turned purple with excitement and ecstasy.

Dad’s pumping grew more insistent. Even hypnotized, his face contorted with desire—Jake’s did too.

Erik said, “Okay, Dad, whenever you’re ready—”

“—it’s time to cum,” I finished.

“Cum for me, slaveboy.”

With one fast thrust, my Dad plunged deep into Jake’s ass and hissed as he shot floods of cum into Jake’s bowels, his torso wracked with the overwhelming ecstasy of his ejaculation.

Jake gave a little cry against Mark’s mouth, and Jake’s cock spurted his second orgasm, two, three bursts of cum in arcs over his stomach, before settling into a dribble as his balls emptied. Dad dropped alongside them on the bed.

“Come here, Derik,” Erik coaxed. “Let’s show ’em how it’s done, slaveboy.”

I caressed Erik’s tool as he pulled me down onto the bed with him. I knew every inch of his body, knew how every inch liked to be touched, so I stroked his cock with the lightest touch. Erik moaned. I could feel his pulse making his dick throb in my hand. I stroked him some more, and played with his nuts. Erik writhed with pleasure. I loved him and I loved being able to make him feel so good.

I leaned over and licked Erik’s shaft. He turned to sixty-nine and licked my shaft too. We started moaning again, and never stopped. The sounds of our passion, coming from deep within our chests, made Erik more appealing than ever. I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked him in, as he mirrored me using his lips on my cock. More and more of his shaft disappeared between my lips, and still there was more to come. His mouth slid down my cock. The taste of Erik’s pre-cum urged me to swallow him whole and suck him to a powerful orgasm.

We fit together like puzzle pieces, two segments of the same picture. I sucked down more and more of his shaft. He did the same to me. My expert lips worked their magic. He sucked more and more of my shaft too. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s sucking cock. Erik wasn’t bad himself, in spite of what I said earlier.

Erik moaned and pushed his cock ever farther into my mouth. A few more moments and I had taken him all in, and he had all of me inside too. Erik squirmed in bliss—we both did. We held each other in our mouths, enjoying the feeling of the other’s manhood buried in our throat.

I ran my lips back up Erik’s shaft, probed his tool with my tongue. I made love to his cock, massaging it with my lips and tongue the way he did to my cock with his mouth. Erik liked mouth-massages like this the best of all. I let his dick escape from my lips for only a moment before engulfing his tool once more. I sucked him to the hilt, then released his cock once more.

I sucked Erik’s dick for several minutes, taking him to the very edge of orgasm before pulling back. Three times I sucked him, and he sucked me, to the verge of cumming and three times we pulled each other back just in time. We wanted this to last.

I descended onto his balls. Erik had nice nuts, large and firm, almost hairless, just like mine. I licked his scrotum delicately, and he moaned his pleasure. I probed him with my tongue, causing him to groan louder than before. I tortured his nuts with my tongue, then drew one of them between my lips. A moment later he did the same to me. While my tongue darted around the captive testicle, I could feel Erik’s throbbing cock ooze pre-cum onto my neck. He was moaning like he was ready to cum—so was I—but neither of us wanted that to happen yet.

I drew his cockhead between my lips and sucked him right down. I loved the way his dick throbbed and flexed in response to my massaging lips. I loved the way he moaned. I loved his masculine scent. I sucked him slowly, enjoying every nuance of this experience. Erik had a nice dick, and he started thrusting into my mouth, which added a whole new sensation. I stopped sucking him for a moment and allowed him to fuck my face. My hips moved too, fucking his mouth. We pushed our cocks in and out of each other’s mouth with short, swift strokes.

We sucked in everything the other had to offer. I loved the muskiness of his pubic hairs as my nostrils crushed against them. I loved feeling Erik’s entire pole buried in my mouth. The knowledge that I had all his manhood within me filled me with a sense of power. I—we—drew back off, only to swallow each other again.

Over and over I devoured Erik’s cock. I varied my pace; going fast, then slow. Sometimes I went so slowly it was like I wasn’t moving at all. Sometimes my lips flew over Erik’s dick, taking in his entire length in only a second. No matter how I sucked him, he seemed to love it and repeated the same thing on me—or maybe I was repeating what he did.

I knew Erik was getting close. Me too. As usual in our sex-play, we had taken each other to the edge as many times as we could. The next time he’d blow his load for sure. Me too. Erik moaned louder now. He thrashed on the mattress, every muscle tensing and flexing. His cock throbbed, and I could practically feel the familiar tension in his nuts, same as mine. Yeah, he was ready to burst.

Erik came off my cock and with a yelp he unleashed his first spurt of cream. His jizz flooded my tongue and shot into my throat. I sucked his dick hard as the next spurt spewed from his cock. Erik yowled in rapture, shooting hot, sticky cum down my throat. I drank it down and milked him for more. I fondled his nuts, urging them to release more spunk. Spurt after spurt of his cream jetted into my mouth. His dick escaped my lips for a moment and he plastered my face. I quickly regained control of his wild fire hose and sucked the next spurt from his dick. That fucker sure could cum!

At the end of his orgasm, Erik gasped, “Your turn, bro. Cum for me, slaveboy.” He sucked my cock back down his throat. I felt my cock spasm, and thirty seconds later I shot my rocks off right in Erik’s mouth. I nearly lost consciousness as I blew my load. Blast after powerful blast spewed from my cock to dowse Erik’s mouth and gullet.

I continued to shoot my cream while I sucked on Erik’s pole for all I was worth. I was in heaven. I felt like we were both going to cum forever. I sucked Erik as hard and fast as I could and tried to keep from passing out from the intensity of my own orgasm.

Finally, Erik swallowed the last of my load. I pulled my lips from his dick, and he released mine too. He pulled me toward him, and we hugged. Something special passed between us, just like every time we sucked or fucked each other.

Afterward, we lazed on the bed. Erik sat back against the wall, his legs stretched out and spread. I lay to his right, my head on his thigh. Jake lay between his legs, the back of his head resting on Erik’s groin. Mark lay half on top of Jake’s stomach. Erik toyed with Jake’s hair with one hand, and stroked mine with his other. I liked the feeling.

“Aw, man,” Jake sighed, apparently awake now, happy and contented in the afterglow. “That was fun. Kinda freaky, but fun.” He looked up at Erik, probably because Mark appeared to be dozing. “Do y’all really hang out like this every weekend playin’ with hypnosis ’n fuckin’ each other?”

“Not usually. This weekend is kind of a special situation.”

“Mmm.” Jake mulled this. “Ah could get used to that. It’s kinda hawt the way y’all call ’em ‘slaveboy’ ’n they gotta do what-all y’all say.”

“Well, if you want to stay and play, you have to let me hypnotize you too. That’s one of the House Rules this weekend.”

“Got no problem with that, no problem at all,” Jake agreed happily, looking up at Erik with a sexy grin-blush combination. “Is that really yer Dad? What’s up with him?”

I looked over to the couch, where Dad sat naked, engrossed in some movie playing quietly on the screen.

“Yeah, that’s really our Dad. He has to stay hypnotized. He’s wicked-smart and knows way too many tricks. If I let up on him for a moment, there’s no telling what he’ll do.” Erik and I had talked about this strategy for a long time—the only way to keep Dad in check would be to have him turn his considerable skill at hypnosis inward and catch himself in an endless self-hypnosis feedback loop.

“He’s haaawt. Ah like older guys. He got hisself a nice, thick dick too. Ah surely do like me a big dick on a hot man. Wouldn’t mind swingin’ on it again, or maybe fuckin’ his ass. He single?”

“Yeah, and he likes younger guys too. Maybe I’ll set you two up.”

“Like on a real date? That’d be super-cool. ’Long as Mark don’t mind.”

“He won’t,” Erik said, smirking.

I yawned, and Erik turned his attention my way. “Hey, bro. You sleepy?” he cooed, grinning. “You had a long day, and you’re gonna have a long night too—”

Jake said, “Y’all fixin’ to hypnotize him ag’in?” He squinted at something over my head.

I looked too, and there was Dad’s crystal. This little flaw in it caught the light, and I couldn’t look away.

Erik continued: “—but that doesn’t mean you have to stay awake for it. Three, two, one—Deep sleep.”

4.

I stumbled into the kitchen. The sun was up, so it had to be early Sunday morning. I’d just woke up in our bed—Erik’s and mine—alone, which was kind of unusual. If Erik wasn’t with me, that probably meant he was up to mischief. Yeah, what a great thought to start my day.

I shuffled downstairs after pulling on a pair of shorts, stopping by the bathroom to empty my bladder, and using some mouthwash to get rid of my morning breath. I didn’t bother to shave—maybe later—this would be the second day in a row I’d skipped shaving.

Dad, naked, stood at the stove, cooking something that smelled like pancakes. Erik’s favorite breakfast.

“Hey, bro!” Erik, likewise naked, toasted me with a glass of orange juice from his seat at the kitchen table. “How’d you sleep?”

I tried to answer him. My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I was, like, What the hell?

Erik started laughing his fucking ass off. “Sorry, bro!” he cackled. “There’s a new House Rule—you can’t speak. That way, I don’t have to worry about you, Dad, or Mark trying to turn the turn the tables on me, and I don’t have to make your ass go running again until you’re too exhausted to put up any resistance, got it? You can’t hypnotize me or use the crystals if you can’t say the trigger phrase!”

Dad turned toward me from the stove, shrugged, and mouthed, Sorry, equally silently.

I scowled at Erik and mouthed, You fucker!

“What’s that, bro? I can’t hear you!” Erik laughed his ass off again. “And what’s with the shorts? Get naked, slaveboy!”

I got naked. Like I said, knowing something was a compulsion and being able to fight it were two different things. But I didn’t mind. Erik and I hung out naked around the house a lot.

“Have a seat. Dad’s making breakfast.”

I sat down and grabbed a banana, curled back the peel. I looked directly at Erik as I slid a couple of inches of banana into my mouth, then pulled it out an inch, then back in—teasing, reminding my brother of the morning ritual he hadn’t gotten from me yet today—had missed two days in a row, in fact. Erik’s lips parted a little, showing his arousal. I smirked. Then I bit gently into the banana and began to chew. Erik squirmed a little in his chair.

I made a point of looking around.

Erik’s turn to smirk. “Where’s Mark and Jake, you mean? They haven’t come up from the basement yet—still getting reacquainted, I bet.”

I wondered whether Dad remembered meeting Jake last night, or whether he was too out of it.

That’s when an idea hit me.

I heard footsteps on the basement stairs and turned. In the kitchen doorway, frowning Mark pointed at his throat and moved his mouth, which caused Erik to burst out laughing yet again.

From behind Mark, Jake said, “Y’all did this to him? If Ah’d knowed it was that easy to shut Mark up, we might never’ve broken up.” Which earned Jake a semi-serious punch in the arm from Mark.

Erik told them why he’d done it—and from the way Jake laughed, he found it as funny as Erik did.

“Aw, man,” Jake chuckled, shaking his head, “y’all got to teach me to do hypnosis that good.”

“I’ll think about it,” Erik grinned. “But what’s with the clothes, dudes? Get naked, slaveboys! House rules!”

Mark scowled, but stripped off his briefs.

Jake, in his jeans, blushed. “Do Ah ...”

Erik smirked. “One way or the other, dude. Like I told you last night, if you wanna stay and play, you gotta follow the House Rules. You can do it because I said to, or I can order Dad to have a little talk with you and send you back to Sleepy-Time.”

“Well, if Ah gotta,” Jake said, blushing and grinning. He shucked his jeans and stood there awkwardly, cock half-erect, until he thought to drape his jeans over the back of one of the table chairs and then have a seat in it. “But yer gonna hypnotize me anyway, right?”

“Oh, sure,” Erik said, as Dad put a plate of pancakes down in front of him. “But not ’til after breakfast. Pass the syrup.”

I woke up gradually. I lay on my back, naked, on an air mattress in the middle of the swimming pool. A cool can of something in my left hand, the warm sun blazing down on me. Gentle little waves rocked the floating mattress, lulling me back to sleep. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and drift back to sleep in the warm sunshine.

No, wait. That wasn’t right, I thought. Dad’s pool didn’t get waves. This had to be a mneme, a memory snippet Erik was using to keep my mind asleep. I had to see past it.

I was gripping something. Focus on that.

But the warm sun did feel awfully nice ... I loved the contrast of the hot sunshine and the cool can in my hand ...

No, see past that. The couch arm—I was gripping the couch arm. I was bent over it. Something was moving my body, a rhythmic pumping like the waves that nearly ... took me back ... to the pool ... sunshine ...

No. The couch. Something was moving me. The painful-pleasurable feeling of something stretching my ass. Somebody was fucking me. I recognized the familiar feel of Erik’s cock sliding across my prostate. I was bent over the couch arm, my feet on the floor and legs spread, as Erik fucked my ass.

“Y’all fuck like that ... all the fuckin’ time?” Jake’s voice. “Holy fuckin’ jeepers, that’s ... so fuckin’ hawt ...”

Jake. I risked a glance out of the corner of my eye, since I didn’t want Erik to catch on that I’d snapped out of it. He’d tried to catch me in one of those turn yourself inward and keep yourself hypnotized tricks we’d talked about using on Dad, only I’d managed to break out of the self-hypnosis loop.

Erik laughed. “Did you just say ‘jeepers’?”

“Mah momma always told me not to cuss.”

“But saying ‘fucking’ is all right?”

“Shoot, ‘fuckin’ ain’t cussin’. Fuckin’s fun. Now stop distractin’ me.”

Mark was bent over the other arm of the couch, mirroring my pose. Jake held on to Mark’s hips and fucked his ass, but Jake watched Erik and me. Mark’s eyes were closed—he was deeply asleep, probably entranced by the same keep yourself hypnotized trick Erik had tried to use to keep me under.

Jake fucked Mark’s ass, but his eyes were glazed by something more than sex-daze. Synchronicity. That’s what Dad called it. A light trance that made you cooperative and docile, but didn’t leave you hypno-stoned like a full-blown trance. It was one of Dad’s favorite tricks. I’m not going to hypnotize you, he’d say; I’m just going to place you in a state of heightened synchronicity so our minds move cooperatively along the same lines. He’d done it to Erik and to me more times than I could count. I knew the signs. Erik or Dad had done it to Jake. Jake probably didn’t even realize he wasn’t one hundred percent awake.

“Can Ah ... fuck him ...? Ain’t never ... fucked no twin before ... Swap ...?”

They pulled out of our asses. They grabbed fresh condoms off the couch. A moment later, I felt more lube drizzle my ass, and then I felt Jake ease his cock into my shit-hole. He wasn’t hung as long as Erik, but his dick was thicker, and he fucked with a different angle. I’d had sex with lots of guys other than Erik, and I instinctively knew how to shift my hips so that—ahhh, right there!—his cock rode the little joy buzzer up inside my ass.

Suddenly Jake froze. “Wha-what’re y’all doing?” he gasped.

Uh-oh—was he talking to me?

“Shhh”—Erik, from behind both of us—“just focus on your breathing. In ... out ... Relax. Focus on the synchronicity, our minds and bodies moving cooperatively.”

I felt Jake drape himself forward, across my back. “Yeaaah,” he whimpered.

I felt pressure from Jake’s hips. He was still mounted in my ass, and now Erik was mounting him.

“That’s it.” Erik coaxed. “Now you’re fucking a twin and getting fucked by one too.”

“Hell, yeaaah ...” Jake hissed.

“Synchronicity. Bodies and minds moving together, cooperatively.”

Jake began to move, fucking his cock forward into me, then fucking himself back onto Erik’s cock. “Synch’r’icity ...” Jake agreed, with a happy sigh.

Jake clutched at my hips with whitened knuckles and drove his groin forward, rocketing me onto my tiptoes with a wonderful tingling sensation, spearing his entire cock into my swallowing ass until his balls kissed my butt cheeks, and we were one, buried in lust together.

Somebody’s hand brushed around my hip and took hold of my pole, and I swooned back against Jake. Whoever’s hand started stroking up and down my hardened length, and I was flying high.

Another hand gently pinched and rolled one of my buzzing nipples. Was this Dad, or Mark? Yet another hand stroked my shoulder and neck, anchoring me back down to earth for a moment before Jake’s next in-stroke sent my head airborne again.

Jake rocked his hips, slowly sliding his snake back and forth in my stretched-out chute. He figured out how to do the work of moving between Erik and me—how to fuck me and simultaneously get fucked by Erik. Then he let out a grunt and picked up the pace, pistoning his hips, slamming my ass, then drilling himself back against Erik. Jake moaned with pleasure and triumph. The plunging, stuffing, prostate-bumping sensation in my ass was exquisite. I always loved the feeling of fucking and getting fucked by Erik, but sometimes there’s nothing like a new cock to make me feel like I’m being cleaved clear to my sexual core.

The men’s grunts and groans behind me—the wet, rapid smack of taut thighs against shuddering cheeks—the sucking sound of shafts reaming chutes. “You’re getting closer to cumming,” Erik coaxed. “Feel it building.” Jake hissed and pushed his cock deeper into me, longer, harder. “Faster, “Erik urged him. “Deeper. Focus. Synchronicity. Deeper.” Jake torqued his rhythm up toward the frenzy level.

Erik and Jake and I rocked crazily with the force of the three-player ass fucking. Whoever’s hand on my cock felt great too, sending me to sexual heaven.

“Closer. Building. Closer. So ready,” Erik encouraged. Jake cried out, and Erik directed him: “Ready to cum? Cum for me. Cum hard. Cum now. Cum for me.” Jake slammed himself forward into my ass, jolting my prostate with white-hot bolts of ecstasy as he shot. His hands clutched at me as the sperm zapped out of his lightning rod and into the condom up the blazing epicenter of my ass.

When the bucking and bellowing and spurting at last ended, Jake draped his drained body over my sweaty back and gasped, “Aww, fuck ...” Erik collapsed on top of him, and the weight on me shifted, and I toppled. Jake and I landed on the couch, Erik on the indoor-outdoor carpet in front of it.

“Aww, man,” Erik laughed as he rolled himself up to sitting, his face still flushed with his afterglow. “Hey, Derik didn’t cum yet. Mark, be a good slaveboy and get over here. Derik needs a blowjob and you’re gonna give him the best blow ever—got it? And Jake, I think Dad needs some attention from you.”

Mark climbed half on top of us, until Jake slid out from under him and left just me on the couch beneath Mark. My older bro stuck out his tongue and licked my super-sensitive cockhead.

The hot, wet touch of his tongue jabbed my body and brain. He wrapped his hand around the base of my cock and swirled his smooth tongue under, over, and around my puffed-up dick head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it,” Erik said.

I tried to grunt, but no sound came out.

Erik reached a hand between us and stroked one of Mark’s nipple rings with his thumb. Mark trembled. “Yeah,” Erik coaxed, “that’s right. Each time I tweak your rings, it just makes you relax that much deeper, doesn’t it, slaveboy?”

I reveled in watching Mark’s body tremble as Erik flicked his nipple ring and in the feel of Mark’s tongue-lashing on my cock, so different from the way Erik usually blew me.

Mark basted my dick head in his mouth, then slid another inch between his lips and started sucking. My mouth fell open in a happy, silent moan. I gazed through lust-fogged eyes, first at Mark’s bobbing head and then at the other side of the couch where Dad stood, Jake kneeling in front of him and deep-throating his big cock like there was no tomorrow.

“Use your hands to tell him how good it feels,” Erik told me. I eagerly ran my fingers through Mark’s hair, stroking his beautiful bobbing head as he pulled on my cock-top. Then he gripped my quivering thighs and crammed as much of my meat into his maw as he could. He sucked and sucked and sucked, his humid breath steaming out of his nostrils as he wet-vac’ed my wood.

The feeling was un-fucking-believable! Mark truly was giving me the best blow ever. He really knew how to handle my cock. He gulped down almost my entire pecker, sealed it in his warm, hot mouth and sucked on it with a relentless intensity.

I tried to yell, Yeah, bro! But I still couldn’t speak because of that fucking House Rule, and nothing came out—which was just as well ’cause that would have given me away. I didn’t want Erik to know I’d snapped out of his little self-hypnosis trick and was aware.

Mark’s mouth pulled on my cock with his sensual, moist mouth and lips, slurping at the underside of my dick with his flattened-out tongue. His head plunged even further down until his nose plowed into my pubes. I grabbed his head while he mouth-pumped my dong, and together we shoved his head up and down on my Little Derik like an oil derrick, up and down, up and down, over and over again.

“Dad, Derik, feel it building,” Erik said. “Feels so fucking good. Feels like it’s about to overwhelm you.”

The cum in my balls started boiling out of control.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ blow your loads any second now,” Erik growled. “You’re gonna feed those mouths a big fuckin’ wad! Mark, Jake, you wanna take their loads more than anything else.”

Mark looked up at me with glassy eyes. He disgorged a third of my spit-drenched meat and torqued up the sucking pressure another notch on the portion still in his mouth, tugging on my inflamed tool faster and faster until, suddenly, he stuffed as much of my cock down his spectacular massaging throat as he could.

“Dad, Derik, cum. It’s time to cum. Cum now. Cum hard. Let yourselves cum and cum.”

Fuck! I tried to say. Cum rocketed out of my cock and flew into Mark’s gullet. I came buckets, blowing wad after wad of jizz into his mouth and throat, my body convulsing as his throat massaged me, pumped me, drained me.

After the last blast of goo had spilled out of my cock, Erik leaned down and patted my shoulder. “Excellent work, slaveboys. I’m gonna take a quick nap. You slaveboys better go upstairs to the bathroom and get cleaned up.”