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Oh dear, what can the matter be?
It’s kind of amazing when you think about it. My kid brother Mike is nineteen now, just out of high school, a star athlete, and a seriously dangerous ladies’ man, and yet he can still sometimes be the same goofy, puppy-eager little dweeb he’s been since he was six years old. The carnival was in town, and we’d both been looking forward to that (in our little corner of Hicksville, Nebraska, what else is there to do?), but now that we were at the fairgrounds, he was practically pulling on my hand to get me into the show tent.
“C’mon, Johnny, you just gotta see this! When I was here yesterday with Chad and Joey” (Chad Morrison and Joey Viscuglia, his best friends on the high school baseball team) “it was the coolest thing at the whole carnival!” All that was missing was the whining “ple-e-ease”. In spite of his six foot, hard-muscled frame, the five-o’clock shadow that was beginning to show on his smooth-shaven, chiseled jaw, and the letter-jacket he wore, I had to fight the urge to tousle his unruly dark hair, just like I used to when he was a little kid and I, from my lofty two years of seniority, was the mature big brother.
“Who the heck is,” I paused to read the placard out front, “The Great Landini, anyway? Some kind of magician or mind reader?”
Mike just smirked. “I’m not tellin’. You’ve gotta go see it for yourself! C’mon… Ple-e-ease.”
Okay, there it was – the whine. By the mischievous glint in his green eyes, I knew my little brother was remembering our history just like I was. I couldn’t help but grin, “All right, you win. I’ll take you to the show… Mickey Mouse!”
At the sound of my childhood nickname for him, at one time a surefire invitation for a quarrel, Mike cracked up. “Watch it, Bro,” he spluttered between giggles, “Or your darling Barbara finds out about ‘Skippy’!” That was Dad’s nickname for me from when I was about four until the time I finished grade school and pitched a major fit about it.
I shuddered with mock horror at the thought of my girlfriend armed with that for ammunition and said, “Truce, dude.” Still chuckling, Mike shoved me into the tent.
After the brightness of the afternoon sun on the midway (although it really wasn’t all that hot), the interior of the show tent seemed dim and pleasantly cool. As my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I could see that a row of chairs and a microphone had been set up on the makeshift stage. Shit! I knew where this was going! “Jeez, Mike, a hypnotist?! How lame can you get? I thought you were firmly in the ‘this is pure bullshit’ camp. And if your idea was to get me up on that stage, you can forget about it right now! Never gonna happen, Bro!” A twenty-one-year-old college junior, I wasn’t about to give up my dignity for a dumb carny show!
“Just wait til you see,” was all that my brother would say. And, as I looked around the tent at the rest of the gathering audience, I saw that Joey and Chad were both present for a repeat viewing as well. This time Chad had brought his little brother Bobby with him, and Joey was talking animatedly with Brian Metz, another baseball teammate. Well, if all three of them had been so impressed with the show that they were now recruiting audience for it, then maybe I should give it the benefit of the doubt. I settled back in my chair and stopped bitching.
The lights went down and then came up again but only on the stage area, and a slick-looking young guy in theatrical clothing stepped confidently out to the microphone. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I am the Great Landini. Welcome to my show.” His voice was as smooth and buttery as cream straight from the cow.
“Well, I have to admit that was fairly entertaining.” Mike and I were back outside after the show. “But,” I continued, “I still don’t see why you were so hyped for it. I mean, he’s good enough at the act, and some of the people who went up there to be hypnotized were pretty funny, but it sure wasn’t all that different from any other hypnotism show, including all the ones you’ve always dismissed as crap. And as for ‘the Great Landini’ himself, first, he can’t be much older than I am, which too damn young to be styling yourself the ‘Great’ anything, and second, if he or any of his ancestors have ever been any closer to Italy than the inside of a pizza place, then my name’s not Johnny Macaffey. Landini my ass! He’s as Irish as we are, unless that face is the result of plastic surgery from a witness protection program!” I snickered at my own wit.
Mike wasn’t saying much, pretty obviously just waiting for me to finish my rant. As I talked, we’d been walking, more-or-less aimlessly, through the fairgrounds, and at my wind-up, had just reached at one of the RV-trailers in the back lot. Without even breaking stride, my brother walked up the steps and knocked on the door. I followed right behind him. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
The door was opened by none other than the Great Landini himself, now dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt. He smiled, almost as if he’d been waiting for us to arrive, and said, “Hey, guys. C’mon in.” His voice, while not as spectacular as the microphone had made it, was still very easy to listen to.
Mike stepped into the trailer as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I followed a little more cautiously, wondering a bit why he was acting so chummy with the hypnotist. Inside the trailer I was surprised to find Joey and Brian already there, sitting on a couch. My brother high-fived his pals in greeting, and I didn’t even have time to add my own nod of acknowledgement when there was another knock on the door, and Chad and Bobby joined us. What the heck was going on? Why were they here? Why were we here?? I was about to voice my confusion when the hypnotist began talking again, and it kind of slipped my mind.
“I have to apologize,” he said. “The air-conditioning unit in this trailer is on the fritz, and I know it’s awfully hot in here. Feel free to take off your shirts if you like.”
I hadn’t really noticed until he called my attention to it, but he was right. It was damned hot in there! Joey and Mike were already skinning out of their jackets and shirts, with Chad and Brian not far behind. I cast a glance at Bobby. He was looking uncomfortable. I guess, as the youngest guy there (barely eighteen), he was a little shy about stripping off. I smiled encouragingly as I pulled off my sweater and t-shirt, and he shrugged out of his windbreaker and began to unbutton his shirt too. When we were all bare to the waist (Landini had removed his t-shirt as well), I turned back to the hypnotist, my eyes asking for some explanation.
The hypnotist smiled at me. “Sit down and make yourselves comfortable.” When we were seated he continued, “You’re probably all wondering what you’re doing here,” he said. “It’s really because of yesterday’s show. Mike, Chad and Joey all volunteered, and they were the best subjects there (as well as the hottest). They went into very deep trances, and I had such fun playing with them after the show, that I gave them compulsions to come back today, in addition to instructions to bring you other three with them and to make sure you all came up on stage as well. And then, after I had you all under, I gave you a lot of post-hypnotic suggestions.”
What the heck was he talking about? I could recall the whole performance, and not one of us had gone near the stage at any time! And what the fuck was that faggot shit about “the hottest” and “playing” with my brother?!! I looked at Mike, but his expression was unreadable.
“First, I commanded you to forget everything about having been hypnotized.” He winked at me. “Worked, didn’t it? And then I ordered you to come here after the show, ready to go back into hypnotic trance as soon as you heard my voice again. You’re all under hypnosis right now. Did you realize?”
“I don’t feel hypnotized,” Brian said thickly. His voice seemed somehow a little distant to me, as if it didn’t have quite the reality of the hypnotist’s.
“Oh, I assure you that you are; you all are – deeply hypnotized. By way of a little convincer, Brian, why don’t you stand up, take all the rest of your clothes off and then sit back down and go deep asleep?”
Instead of telling the hypno-pervert to go fuck himself, young Brian jumped to his feet as though there was a spring under his butt, kicked off his trainers, and began to undo his jeans. His face was as blank as that of a department store dummy. My brother and his other two teammates watched him strip, without any sign of alarm or disapproval. Bobby just looked stunned. I wanted to protest, to say something to get Brian to stop, but I couldn’t seem to overcome my shock to do anything, and in mere moments he had collapsed back onto the couch, stark naked, limp as a mackerel, and patently fast asleep – just as Landini had told him to do.
“Now it’s your turn, Bobby. Strip and sleep… strip and sleep…”
The kid stood slowly, his expression frozen and undecipherable. Then he began to obey the hypnotic compulsion. This was getting beyond sick. I tried to pull myself together for an assault on Landini. I needed to get my brother and his friends out of here. I needed to cold-cock that rat-bastard hypnotist before he could get to me. But somehow, my arms and legs just wouldn’t cooperate. When had they grown so weak and heavy? I struggled, but it was useless. My body stayed right where it was, planted as immovably as a boulder in the easy chair where I sat. Poor little Bobby, now bare-ass as Brian, swayed sleepily for a second or two, then curled up on the floor of the trailer like an exhausted puppy and was out like a light.
Landini was saying something again…
Shit! I suddenly realized there was no way I’d be able to take him, hampered as I was with all these fuckin’ clothes!! I leaped up, delighted that my body was suddenly working again, and practically ripped my shoes and socks off. The jeans took a little longer, since I wear ’em kinda tight (Barbara likes to be able to see my ass), but my briefs were gone in a blink. Now I’d get that… tha… son-of-a-bi… Jeez, why was I so… so… sleep……
“Open your eyes, guys, but don’t wake up.”
Suddenly my eyes were open again. I had no memory of anything since they’d closed, although a sense of something disquietingly just out of reach made me think that maybe a lot had gone on I wasn’t being allowed to recall. I knew I must still be asleep; there was no arguing with that voice. I could see Brian, Joey and my little brother, side by side on the couch. They were all naked now, and though their eyes were open, they too seemed as out-of-it as I was. Bobby was sitting up on the floor, his wide, innocent blue eyes as vacant as marbles. I couldn’t see Chad from my position in the easy chair, but I assumed he must be just like the rest of us, nude and helplessly in trance. I didn’t turn to look for him– I hadn’t been told to.
Landini walked into my line of sight. He was naked too, and he had a hard-on, which he was fingering lazily. There was a smile of triumph on his face. He said, “Okay, guys, we’re going to begin. Number 10 now!”
Bobby flopped down onto his back on the carpet and began to play with his dick. His eyes slid shut. I looked away in embarrassment, and saw that, across the room, Mike and his two buds had begun to stroke themselves as well, their faces still as blank and uninvolved as though they weren’t even present. From behind me, I could hear the soft squelch that told me Chad was choking his monkey too. This was so fuckin’ twisted! What the hell was I going to do? I dropped my gaze to my own lap. Holy shit!!! I was jerking off!!!! I tried, with all my might, to pull my hand away from my cock, or at least to freeze the motion. It wouldn’t answer to my will any more than if it had been on the end of someone else’s wrist. And the really sick part was that it was starting to feel damned good! I would have laid odds that I couldn’t get hard, let alone turned on, in a room full of other dudes and scared out of my mind to boot, but my cock was already dripping pre-cum, and it couldn’t have been any stiffer if Brittany Spears had been giving me head!
Landini went from one of us to another, watching our progress, stroking and fondling in encouragement, his own erection twitching in response. Each guy he touched reacted with groans of increasing passion (although they all still had those completely blank expressions on their faces). When he came to me, I braced myself, squirming inwardly with shame and rage as well as the artificially induced lust. But as soon as his hand touched my hair, all I wanted to do was to cum (although I couldn’t quite seem to get there). As much as I wished otherwise, it was the hottest fucking sensation I’d ever felt in my life, and, right at that moment anyway, I’d have sold my soul just to get him to continue. He stroked the side of my face, his fingers tracing my ear and then down my throat to my chest, where he began to manipulate my nipples, sending shockwaves of desire all through my body. I was moaning like a whore, and my body was so wide open to him right then, that I couldn’t have refused him anything!
When he stopped and moved past me to work on Chad, I wanted to beg him to stay. I would have, too, except I couldn’t seem to speak without being given the command to. In a couple of blinks, however, the spell had lifted (although not the increase of sexual desire), and though I was horny beyond belief, I was no longer a mindless himbo because of it. Unfortunately, that made no difference to my trance state. My hand continued to drive my yearning cock crazy, and I couldn’t so much as twitch in any way that would protest, or free me or Mike or any of his pals from our predicament.
Behind me, Chad was growling with lust just as I had been, when Landini spoke up again. “Very good, boys. Number 9 now.” Bobby’s eyes snapped open again. If I’d thought his stare was blank before, then I don’t even have the words to describe what it was now. His eyes were like windows in a derelict building, yet his hand kept up its motion on his dick, and he got to his feet without difficulty. He sleepwalked past me, and in another second I could hear the unmistakable sounds sucking. Christ, poor little Bobby was giving his brother a blowjob!! I thought even hypnotism couldn’t make a guy do something that was completely against his principles! After all, all of us in that room had (I’m assuming) jacked off before, even if the circumstances now were weirdly unreal, so it wasn’t totally outside our repertoire of responses to masturbate. Anyway, I had been consoling myself with that thought as I failed to resist the various hypnotic suggestions, but apparently I was mistaken, unless Bobby was gay! My heart fell into my shoes (if I’d still had them on).
“Number 8 now.” This time Brian was the zombie. His face, just as Bobby’s had done, froze into an even more completely vacant mask. He rose from his place on the couch, still stroking himself, did a dreamy about-face, and knelt between Joey’s legs. Joey, for his part, showed no particular reaction, other than to spread his knees to allow access, and to let his hand drop limply to his side. Brian stuck out his tongue to taste the little drop of juice that glistened at the very tip of Joey’s cock, and then he opened wide and engulfed the whole enchilada, his lips and cheeks working busily.
The hypnotist walked over to the couple and began to play with Brian’s ass as he sucked. Brian’s butt-cheeks flexed periodically in response to the jerking he was still giving his own cock. Landini was finger-fucking Brian’s asshole, first one finger, then two, and then three, but the ball-player’s attention never wavered form the blowjob he was giving his hypnotized teammate. The hypnotist finally inserted a black plastic butt-plug he’d conjured up from somewhere into the well-loosened hole. I thought I might be sick from the burst of fear that sight gave me (although my hypnotized cock was still just fine with it all). I knew Brian wasn’t gay – he’s much of a cocksman as Mike! And I was certain that the next words from our evil captor would send my poor little brother down the same path.
“Number 7 now.” … Huh? Something had changed about the room. What was it? Wait a minute… I was standing up now – that was it. My face felt like it had set in concrete, and I found my legs beginning to walk me towards the couch, a bizarre sensation, since I wasn’t, as far as I could tell, giving them any instructions to do so. I was like a passenger in my own body. Dead ahead was my brother, my incredibly handsome, incredibly sexy, hotter than a… What the hell was I thinking??? And yet I couldn’t deny the thoughts. I suddenly realized that Mike was the most desirable person on the planet, and that nothing mattered but making love to him, giving him pleasure –not his buds scattered around the room, not Landini, not Barbara, not anything! I got to my knees in front of him and then tenderly stroked his muscular thighs until they parted so that I could lean in. Mike’s big, hard cock was shiny from the pre-cum he’d been helplessly anointing it with, and it exerted an attraction on my mouth that was virtually magnetic. The scent of him filled my nostrils, my lips slid past the head of his dick, and then I was sucking, as contented as a baby on a bottle. Everything fell away from my awareness except for the exquisite delight of that act. I’m sure that Bobby and Brian were still engaged in giving their own respective blowjobs, that Landini was still watching the show and directing it (as a matter of fact, if I thought about it, I was sort of aware that my asshole was being fingered, and that it felt good, although it seemed completely unimportant), that I was still playing with myself, but I couldn’t be bothered to keep track. The focus of my world had narrowed until it contained one thing and one thing only: my brother Mike - my lover – and the irresistible compulsion to satisfy him. Nothing else – until…
“Number 6 now.” Suddenly my mouth was flooded with cum as Mike let loose with an orgasm that appeared near to tearing him apart. His hips practically levitated from the couch as he thrust himself deeper into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed to keep from choking, feeling absolute bliss at the obvious pleasure he was experiencing. After Mike had finished shooting his load, I climbed up onto the couch beside him. I took my beloved little brother in my arms, and we began to kiss and cuddle, warmed to our souls by the afterglow. My brain began to clear just a little, and my awareness of my surroundings returned. Brian and Joey were wrapped around each other at the other end of the couch, and, from this end of the room I could now see the brothers Morrison tangled up together in a similarly impassioned heap on the floor behind the easy chair in which I had been sitting earlier.
“Number 5 now.” Indescribable sensation… mind blank… sitting in a chair… who am I? … What? …Boys around me getting dressed… walking out the door… do I know them? … Alone now, except for…
“Number 4 now, Johnny.”
“Where the heck did you get to?” My brother was practically tapping his foot when I finally found him again on the midway. Then his eyes softened, “I missed you, dude.”
I smiled into those beautiful green pools. “I missed you too, babe, but this was something that had to be done. Barbara just wasn’t getting the picture, so I had to call her and spell it out: she and I can hang out as long as she doesn’t mind being a fag hag, but nobody breaks up the Macaffey brothers! Sorry it took so long, but she was kind of upset.” I reached over and squeezed his hand.
We walked back up the midway in total contentment, until suddenly I stopped in my tracks, brought up short by the sight of what had to be the handsomest man (next to my incomparable brother) that I’d ever seen. “Jeez, Mikey, look over there! Who the heck is that?”
Mike started to laugh. “Johnny, that’s the Great Landini! Is he hot or what?! I told you we ought to go see his show. Now aren’t you sorry we didn’t? Maybe next time you’ll listen to your much smarter little bro!” Still giggling, he took off down the midway before I could land a playful swat on his cute little ass.
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