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Brother(s) under Control

by anonymous

Dale settled himself down infront of the computer. His stomach felt light with a mixture of eagerness and nervousness. He’d dreamt about what was about to take place, fantasised about it often enough, but had taken a long time to finally build up to the point of actually, physically doing it.

Dale had always been interested by hypnosis, and if he admitted it, ‘excited’ by it too. He certainly was now. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants. It always did. The feeling of his cock growing, pressing into his briefs would only get him further aroused, and in no time he’d be sitting there fully erect. That was pretty typical for Dale. The thought of relinquishing control to another... letting them decide what he was to do with himself, or have done to him had been a long-time cause of pleasure. Simple day dreaming often left his cock throbbing and pre-cum oozing. He could only imagine what it was going to be like in real life, and only hoped it was going to live up to his expectations.

People would probably have been surprised if they knew of Dale’s secret fantasy. They’d never pick him to be willing to hand himself over to another’s desires. He was commonly referred to the “strong, silent one”. At 6’2 he cut an impressive figure. Short buzzed brown hair, the bluest of blue eyes, and a presence that demanded attention. He was solidly built, he’d been hitting the gym since he was 16, and the last 10years certainly showed the effort. Dale knew he looked alright, the glances he got from the girls and the guys were a nice little kick – but he never let it go to his head. His focus was his work, and he loved it. Professionalism came first... but he also had a wilder side that he was ready to let out.

Dale sat as patiently as he could waiting for Kurt to come online. He’d been in contact with Kurt for just on a month now, and felt comfortable enough with him to try an online session. He’d been listening to a recording that Kurt had sent through to him to help make the session run easier for the last two weeks. It seemed to be working, Dale didn’t really know, he usually listened to it just before he went to bed, and had been falling asleep rather easily since he’d started listening, so he took it as a sign that something was happening.

It wasn’t long until Dale could see Kurt come into screen on his webcam. His pearly white smile shone across the screen and instantly put Dale at ease. Dale found Kurt to be rather attractive... which only added to the raging hard on that was now struggling to stay within his briefs. The green sparkling eyes, the slight stubble on his face. The fact that he always appeared on the webcam topless – and could see a mighty defined chest... it was all good.

“You think you are ready to give this a go Dale?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Bit nervous, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”

“Nothing to worried about mate. Like I’ve said, we’ll take it nice and easy, and you’re mind will only let you do what you want it to anyhow. No chicken dances I swear” Kurt laughed and gave a wide grin that lit up the screen again.

“You’d better not. I’ll come around and kick your ass if you do. Alrighty, let’s do this. What do you need me to do?”

“Dale, all I want you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy. We’re just going to do some simple exercises to see if those files I sent worked, and then go from there.”




Dale went under quicker than what Kurt had been expecting. Incredibly easily. ‘Man that boy must have been listening to that file religiously’ he thought to himself. Kurt chuckled. He KNEW that Dale had been. He knew because of the countless photos of Dale’s erect cock he’d received to his mobile. He’d planted that suggestion in the file he had sent Dale to see how well his subject was progessing. Obviously he had progressed well. And what a cock it was too. Kurt guessed it had to be a solid 8inches at least. Thick and cut, just the way he liked it. It had a slight upward curl to it, and a nice set of tight-sitting nuts underneath. He knew Dale liked to keep himself trimmed, as every photo has shown a clean-shaven set of balls, and a nice short fuzz that sat just above the shaft.

Kurt had been looking forward to this day since he and Dale had started talking online. He was sure that he’d be able to have a lot of fun... both in the session, and into the future...





Trevor was looking forward to getting home. He’d had the most bizarre day, and was aching for a shower and bed, ready to write off the day. It had started off usual enough. He’d opened the gym at 5.30am, and trained Benny and Joanne, his first couple of clients. At 7am he had an hour to kill so he planned on doing his own session. He’d felt pretty tired all morning, and just didn’t seem able to shake it – so he thought a solid abs program would do the trick to wake him up. That’s where it all seemed to go wrong.

Starting his first set of crunches, he caught an unexpected sight in the mirror. It was Jake, one of his staff – going about his bicep curls, but topless. Trevor knew that Jake knew better... there was a strict shirt, shorts and shoes policy... especially of his trainers. He stopped his crunches, and looked over again. Sure enough Jake was working away, a trickle of sweat making it’s way across his naked chest, down his torso, and escaping down into his gym shorts. Concerned about the impact on the rest of the clients working away, Trevor got up off the mat to go over to quietly tell Jake to go put his shirt back on.
Although as he walked over, he realised Jake wasn’t the only one only in his shorts. Further down the line, another 3 of his regulars were also pumping away, apparently completely oblivious to the gym’s well known modesty rules.

What the hell was going on? It didn’t take him long to figure it out... it felt like the temperature of the gym had sky-rocketed as he walked towards the weights floor. With sweat suddenly pouring off him, Trevor realised the only practical thing to do was to take his shirt off as well. Trev had no problems in doing so. He was quite proud of his body. He’d worked hard on it all his life, and he didn’t mind showing off – he just rarely did it at work. He looked down to his rippled six-pack that was now glistening. Back into the mirror he quietly admired the v-shape that went down to his groin – that was hours of effort, but totally worth it...

Trevor’s thoughts were broken by the sound of the guys he’d been heading over to tell off.

“ Showing off aren’t we Trev”, “Hey look at Fabio”, a couple of wolf-whistles, followed by the laughter of the boys as they patted each other on the back and applauded their name calling.

Looking up, Trevor realised that none of the guys were actually shirtless. Still snickering, but back into their weights – it didn’t look like any of them had been working out topless as he though he had seen them only seconds before. Had he only imagined it??? Trevor quickly threw his shirt back on, flushed in the face by embarrassment, he quickly scuttled into the locker-rooms.

Trevor felt distracted. He opened his locker and frantically searched through its contents. Finally he found his tape he used to measure he’s clients muscle girth. Placing it into his gym shorts pocket, he made his way to a cubicle. He didn’t know what had overcome him. He could feel his cock stirring and knew that it wasn’t going to let up. He’d already jerked one off that morning before he came to work – that was usually enough to get him through the day... obviously today was not a typical day.
In the cubicle he pulled down his shorts and briefs so that they rested just below his balls. The freedom felt like a huge relief. He hated masturbating at work, but knew he just had to get this one out. As he stroked his cock with his left hand, he watched it grow and fill out solidly into his hand. Like he admired his body, he also admired his cock. He knew it was big. You couldn’t shower at a gym for as long as he had daily and not have compared to a few other guys. Hell he’d jerked off with a couple of mates over some decent porn and a few beers and knew that he had a won hands down. It was a curse too... not too many girls had been willing to take his monster on... they usually went running in the opposite direction – no matter how good looking they thought he was.

Trevor pulled the tape measure out of his pocket and rolled it out next to his shaft. 10 and bit inches. Cool. He’d never really known how big it was, never had been compelled to measure it until then. His attention then switched back to his balls... as they were now aching to have their contents expelled. His mind had wandered off again, but snapped back into reality as he realised how good a feeling he really had going on. He took the tape and gently tied it up around his balls and over his shaft. It felt good... ‘man I am in one crazy space today.’
After what felt like an eternity he could feel he was ready to cum. By now he had worked up quite a sweat, and as he spurted out across his chest, it made a mess than drained to his belly button, and spilled over and off the sides of his abs. Without hesitation Trevor quickly scooped up his cum to his mouth. The mixture was something he hadn’t tasted for a long time... he wondered why he had ever stopped eating it.

The rest of Trevor’s day went along pretty smoothly. Except for a strange feeling he had at the base of his ball sack, heading up to his ass. It felt like a gentle hum, and as he walked, it certainly left him with an increasing horniness. Thinking it was just an aftershot of the morning, he tried to ignore it. But the feeling got stronger and stronger... to the point he decided he was better off calling it a day and heading on home... he’s body was certainly acting strangely.




Dale felt dazed and a little groggy. As the fog cleared he got an idea of what had transpired that morning. Looking down, he was naked. He knew that he had cum... trace sticky remnants were across his body. His cock was also aching, like he had wanked it like there was no tomorrow – he looked a little raw. His hand was sticky and his computer screen was covered in lube. The screen was blank, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. He’d been hypnotised, he couldn’t remember a thing – and man it excited him... he could already feel himself getting hard again. Looking at his clock, he was jolted right back into reality. ‘Shit’ he thought to himself. He knew his brother Trevor would be home shortly. He had to clean up all the mess. Dale hoped that Kurt hadn’t left any post-hypnotic suggestions... well nothing to embarrassing – he didn’t want his brother to know. However he knew already that something wasn’t right... he could feel a buzzing in his ass, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Kurt had put it there.



Kurt was looking forward to what was to unfold that night. He’d had such an entertaining day playing with Dale... he certainly was a good hypnotic subject, so easily made to do as asked. He hadn’t left Dale with much memory of what had transpired that day, except for the knowledge that he was going to have a visitor to his house that night. And that he had better be ready...

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