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BUILDING A FAMILY

by Anonymous

Normal warning. This story includes episodes of sexual activity and other intimate acts between and among adult males. If you are not of legal age, do not read it.

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It was a normal morning at the Miller house. John and his sons were just getting up as their alarms went off. John made his way into the bathroom first, as he always did, and he knelt down next to the toilet, opening his mouth just wide enough.

Steve was the first of his sons to enter. Like any male, he had a piss hard on and needed to drain himself. He walked up to his father, aimed his cock and pissed into his dad’s mouth. John thanked his son and Steve walked over and began to fill the bathtub with warm water. Next came Rick. He walked up to his father, pissed into his mouth and then he and his brother got into the tub.

John got up from where he was kneeling, pissed into the toilet then went to the tub. Sitting on the edge, he shampooed each of his sons’ hair, washed each of their bodies, as he had done since they were little boys. The fact that the one was 20 and the 22 didn’t seem to faze them. When he was done washing them, they stepped out of the bathtub, one at a time, and he toweled them off. As he finished with Steve, Steve stood and waited until he was done with Rick.

Once both were dry, John took each one’s cock in turn and jacked it off, making sure their cum was carefully collected in the container as he always did. He then fixed the cock and ball cages on each of his sons, and locked them. The two then turned around, leaned over and spread their ass cheeks. John took the two butt plugs, rubbed them with KY and inserted one into each of his sons.

“Run off now, sweethearts! Get dressed and I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you get downstairs.”

John then put on his pink robe and fluffy slippers and went downstairs. He saw his eldest son Don at the door. He opened the door and Don scampered out, sniffing around the yard to find the right spot to do his morning business.

Now, this all may sound a bit strange to the reader, but it did not seem strange to John or his three sons. In fact, to them it seemed perfectly normal and was something they believed they had been doing for years.

But Jason knew this was not normal. Jason knew they had only been doing this for about a month. And Jason knew why they were doing it. Why did Jason know? Because Jason had caused it.

Jason had grown up next door to the John and his sons and was the same age as John’s youngest son, Rick. They had been best friends, played together as little tykes, had sleep-overs, were on the same team in Little League and had been in boy scouts together. They had shared classesll through grade school and high school and enjoyed pretty much the same things.

Except they did not share the same sexual desires. You see, Jason was gay. Rick was straight. Jason was in love with Rick and when they were 14 he tried a couple of things. Rick would have none of it. They argued. Rick was adamant and angry. Jason was ashamed, but wanted him so bad. Rick had rebuffed him; something Rick had never done before. Jason felt alone. So very alone.

This caused a breach in their relationship, as you might expect. For about three months, they spent no time together, ignored each other, stayed out of each other’s way. But they both felt a loss and, one evening, Jason was out in his front yard and so was Rick. They waved. Jason got up the courage and asked Rick to come over. He apologized over and over again. Promised Rick it would never happen again. Rick agreed he had missed Jason. He really didn’t care if Jason was gay, but he did not want to hear about it and he would not tolerate Jason approaching him about the two of them ever again.
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They were back together, but their relationship was strained. Jason, though, kept his promise. He never again approached Rick.

But that does not mean he stopped lusting for him, for he did not. He dreamt about him, often waking to the orgasms of a wet dream in which he and Rick had had wild sex. In class, he would often sit behind Rick just so he could watch him. He often helped Rick with his chores or went with him running errands – anything to be with Rick. But he never said anything about his true feelings and Rick never asked.

Then tragedy struck Jason in his sixteenth year. His parents had been out for the evening. They were driving home. The light turned green and their car entered the intersection. So did the car of a drunk driver, right through the red light, and hit Jason’s parent’s car full force, killing both of them instantly.

Jason was orphaned. His aunt and uncle, good people, offered to take him in as did his grandparents. But in either case, he would have had to move out of state, away from his friends, his home, his school – everything he had known his entire life.

Rick was filled with sorrow for Jason. He did not want to see him go. Rick’s father, John, had raised three boys alone after his wife left him when Rick was two. There was room at their house and Rick begged his father to let Jason stay with them, at least until he turned 18, graduated from high school and could be on his own.

John too felt bad for Jason. He had almost been like a member of the family anyway. At first he was not so sure, but the more he talked about it with Rick and Rick’s tow brothers, he decided to give it a try. John talked with Jason’s aunt and uncle as well as his grandparents. He also talked with Jason and the attorney who was the executor of Jason’s parents’ estate. All agreed that if it was OK with John and if Jason agreed, he would move in with Rick and his father and two brothers.

And so it came to pass. The executor sold the house Jason grew up in and all of the furnishings and together with the proceeds of the two $1,000,000 dollar life insurance policies each of his parents had, the attorney placed all of the proceeds into a trust, to be accessible to Jason when he turned 18. Jason moved in and with him came his lust for Rick.

As the reader might expect, the loss of his parents had a significant effect on Jason. He had been an only child so had never really experienced what it was like to live with siblings. He came to enjoy it, to want it and to decide he would always have it. He also found that when men live together, they are not the most modest of beings and it was not unusual for Jason to see John, Rick and his two brothers in various states of undress. Jason, being a typical gay teenager was constantly aroused by the three boys and their father, but true to his word to Rick – and in fear he would have to leave – he kept it to himself.

But he also fantasized about them. A lot. He was also devastated about losing his parents, especially his mother. Oh, how he wanted his mother back! And oh, how he wanted to be a family. John and his sons did all they could for Jason, to make him feel at home, but Jason became more and more remote, turned more and more into himself. As the months went by, he became more estranged from them even as he desired them more and more – sexually to be sure, but also as a family.

High school graduation came. Jason and Rick turned 18. Jason took control of the trust fund and bought himself a small farm house about five miles out of town. The farm was small – only about 10 acres and the house was far off the road, in the middle of the acreage. It was a working farm and when Jason bought it, so he kept on the foreman and the laborers to continue farming it.

Jason’s lust for Rick and his family grew. And as it grew, so also did his sexual desires and interests grow. But not in the normal way, but in a most abnormal one. Jason began to plot as to how he would get what he wanted – John, the father, Steve and Don and most of al, Rick. And how he would have the family he needed so badly, especially his mother.

After his parents had died, Jason had received counseling from a very good psychologist. In order to help Jason deal with the depth of his pain, the Doctor has used hypnosis on Jason. It worked well. Now, sitting in his farm house, Jason realized that hypnosis was his ticket to the life he wanted.

He enrolled in the local Community College and took courses in psychology, focusing mainly on hypnosis and mind control. He read everything he could find on it. Searched hypnosis websites. Within a year, Jason knew about as much about hypnosis as anyone could. He had even had a lot of practice, working with others in his classes where each would try to put the other into a trance. Jason found he was very talented at this. He also found it was not a bad way to get other guys to provide him the sexual release he, like any young man needed. Whether he wanted a blow job, to fuck an ass or, as he wanted more and more, to take control of another, change his personality and make the subject do degrading and perverse things, Jason learned how to do it and was successful at it.

He knew he wanted to make permanent changes, or at least to take permanent control, and so he even had a friend at college who was living away from home come live with him for a month – during which time Jason had him constantly tranced and under his control. Jason was amazed at what he was able to make this poor boy do – indeed make the poor boy want to do.

When he was confident of his abilities, Jason erased the boy’s memory of the entire month and sent him on his way. And the, Jason invited Rick for the evening.

Rick had not seen Jason in several weeks and was glad to come over. He arrived in time for a couple of drinks before dinner, which Jason laced with a relaxant. The same relaxant was in the gravy Jason served with dinner and, after dinner, as they sat and talked, Jason got Rick just a little drunk, each drink having just a little of the relaxant in it.

It was not long after dinner that Jason broached the subject of hypnosis. Rick knew he had taken a couple of class and was intellectually interested. But Rick had no idea how skilled Jason had become. Jason even turned the conversation so that Rick ended up daring Jason to put him under.

“No, Rick. I’m not that good. I’ve only had a couple of classes. Besides, I can’t put you under, you’re my best friend!”

“C’mon. Give it a try. If it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work. But give it a try.”

“No. I’d be too embarrassed. I just can’t. Rick.

“Awww Jason, try it!”

“OK, I’ll try it. But if it doesn’t work, don’t be disappointed.”

“I promise.”

Jason got up, brought a candle and placed it on the table in front of them. He lit the candle then turned off all of the other lights in the room. He told Rick to settle back and focus on the candle’s flame.

“OK, Rick. Look at the candle. Focus on the flame. See how it always changes but is always the same. Just focus on the flame, always the flame. Right into its center. And listen to my voice.

“Let yourself relax. Let your mind relax and your body relax. Just keep looking at the flame and listening to my voice. That’s it. Settle back into the couch, get relaxed, focus on the flame, listen to my voice.

Take three slow and deep breaths. In 1, 2, 3. Out, 1,2, 3. In 1, 2 3. Out 1, 2, 3. One more…In 1, 2 3. Out 1, 2, 3. Now keep breathing like that – that’s right, slowly in and slowly out – watch the candle’s flame, relax and listen to my voice.

“Now, focus on your toes on your right foot. Picture them in your mind while you watch the flame. Squeeze them tight, then let them relax. Good. Squeeze them again, let them relax. One more time. Squeeze, relax.

“Now the toes on your left foot. Squeeze, relax. Squeeze, relax. Squeeze, relax.

“Now you’re right foot. Squeeze, relax….

“And now your left foot. Squeeze, relax….

“Very good Rick. Stay focused on the flame. Let yourself relax. Listen to me and only to me. Just do what I say. Now let’s do your right calf.”

Jason slowly and methodically move up Rick’s body, relax each and every part. The right calf, then the left one. The right thigh and then the left one. The right arm and then the left one. Up Rick’s torso, to Rick’s neck, his mouth, cheeks, forehead and finally to his eyes. As he “climbed” Rick’s body, he kept his voice calm, monotone and slowly, ever so slowly, getting quieter and quieter so Rick had to focus to hear his voice.

“Squeeze the eyes tight, Rick. It feels so good to close them. Squeeze them, now open them. I know its hard to open them, but you need to focus on the flame and listen to me and do what I say. You need to obey me.

“OK, one more time with the eyes and this time, you can let them stay closed. Would you like to keep them closed, Rick?”

“Yes,” Rick said weakly, in a whisper.

“Then this time you can keep them closed. OK…Squeeze your eyes closed. Now, without opening them, let them relax.”

By now, Rick had slumped back against the couch. It felt so good to close his eyes. He lay there, his head having fallen back, his legs having stretched out in front of him, his chest moving up and down, slowly with his breathing.

“Can you hear me, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“Good Rick. Good boy. How do you feel Rick?

“Relaxed. Good.”

“That’s very good Rick. I want you to stay just like that. Relaxed and feeling good. Listen only to my voice. It is all you can hear. Can you hear me, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good, Rick. Good boy.

“Now Rick, I want you to see yourself at the top of a stairway. Can you see yourself there, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good Rick. Good boy. Now, you have to obey me so you won’t get hurt. Will you obey me, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. Now, I want you to walk down the stairs as I count each step. Will you obey me and do that, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. With each number I say, you will take one step down. Listen only to my voice. Know that if you do what I tell you, I will protect you and you will be safe.

“Here we go. One. Did you obey me and take the step down, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. Two…..

“Three. With each step you get more relaxed.

“Four. More relaxed. Feeling more protected and taken care of.

“Five. Even more relaxed. This feels so good. You want to obey me. Do what I say because it feels so good.

“Six. Deep breath.. That’s a good boy, Rick. Relax. More and more. Relax.

“Seven. Even deeper. It feels so good to you.

“Eight. And deeper still. All you can hear is my voice. All you want to do is obey me.

“Nine. Almost there. But you want to go so much deeper. Three deep breaths now. That’s it. It feels good even to obey me to breath.

“One more now, Rick. And when you take this last step, you will be completely under. All you will hear is my voice. All you will want to do is obey me.

“Ten. Good boy, Rick. You made it, Rick. You make me so proud.”

Rick’s body was totally and completely relaxed and his face got a silly grin on it when Jason told him he was proud of him.

“Very good Rick. What a good boy, Rick.”

Rick’s smile broadened.

“Can you hear me, boy?

“Yes.”

Do you like hearing me, boy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to obey me, boy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like to obey me, boy?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. It feels so good to obey it me, doesn’t it, boy?”

“Yes.”

“Even makes you horny, doesn’t it boy?”

“Yes” and Rick’s cock began to harden.

“It makes you so horny, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” His cock got harder still.

“In fact, it makes you hornier than you have ever been, doesn’t it boy?”

“Yes.” And Rick began to rub his cock.

“No boy. Don’t play with yourself. Only when I say you can. Understand boy?”

Rick’s quickly pulled his hand away form his cock. “Yes.”

“Good boy. But you are so horny, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“It would feel good to take off your clothes, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then take them off, boy. Stand up and take them off.”

Rick stood. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. He was a virile young male. Tight, supple muscles. Well defined chest with just a little hair surrounding each nipple and also around his belly button then spreading into his pants. He then bent over and took off his shoes. He sat down to take off his socks. He stood back up, loosened his belt, unbuttoned his 501’s and slid his pants down and off.

Jason watched the object of his lust strip in front of him. He was hard as well, in fact, had been hard since he first started. He was leaking pre-cum and a nice spot appeared on the front of his pants.

Then Rick took off his boxers and his hard cock – wonderful cock that it was – stood straight out. 7 inches. So well proportioned. Hard, proud and oh so hot!

“OK, boy. Step over here and ask me to pump your cock.”

“Yes.” Rick did as he was told. “Jason, will you pump my cock?”

“Of course, boy. But you cannot cum. Understand, boy?”

“Yes.”

Jason slowly pumped the cock he had wanted for so long. He felt its silky smoothness. Marveled at the skin as it slid up and down. Wanted to take that head and the entire shaft into his mouth so bad…but it wasn’t time.”

Rick began to moan with pleasure. He slowly and methodically began to thrust his pelvis forward and backward, in rhythm to Jason’s pumping. His moaning got louder.

“Boy, turn around and bend over and grab your ankles.”

Rick of course obeyed. It felt so good for him to obey.

Such a tight, beautiful ass. Jason had seen it in his dreams for so long and now here it was! Jason slowly massaged Rick’s globes and slowly worked his fingers in between his crack. He found and toyed with Rick’s hole. Rick moaned in pleasure. Jason took a small dab of lube from the tube on the table next to him, and inserted a finger into Rick. Rick moaned even more.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it boy?”

“Yes” Rick said breathlessly.

Jason pushed in further, past the ring and to the prostate. He slowly massaged Rick’s prostate and Rick’s moans got louder and louder as Jason milked a steady flow of precum out of Rick’s cock.”

Rick was moaning and moaning, ever louder, thrusting himself back on to Jason’s finger. Then pulling forward and thrusting back again.

Jason lowly removed his finger.

“Turn around boy.”

Rick obeyed.

“You want to obey me, don’t you boy?”

“Yes.”

“It feels good to obey me, doesn’t it boy?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy. I am so proud of you, boy.”

Rick got that silly grin again. “Thank you.”

“OK, boy. When I count to three, you will open your eyes. You will still be in a trance. You will take your cell out of your pants pocket and you will call your father. You will sound normal. You will tell him you have had a couple of beers and do not want to drive home. That you are going to stay the night. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“When you count to three, I will open my eyes, but still be in a trance. I will get my cell out of my pants and call my father and tell him I have had a couple of beer and am going to stay the night.”

“Good boy. One…two…three…”

Rick opened his eyes. He picked his pants off the floor and took his cell out of his pocket. He pushed the button to call his father……

TO BE CONTINUED

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