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Miles scrolls through his phone, looking over some well-hung men that he might ask out; seeing that guy on Vincent’s lawn and the way his boner moved? You don’t see to many guys who can use their dicks like a baton like that. “God, I hope he calls my number.”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Huh?” He looks up and gets off his couch. “Hang on!” Miles takes a second to adjust the semi-hard lump in his jeans before he walks to his front door. “Hello, I…” Miles does a double-take as he sees that guy from before! But he’s nude! Well, almost; he’s wearing a skin-tight crop-top shirt and some blue briefs, which incidentally have a stylized hole around the center of the butt. His hair is all mussed up and he has a desperate look in his eyes. “Can I… Help you, sir?” Miles asks, a little concerned.
“You gotta help me.” Jordan says, his voice trembling, “I’m a nasty butt-whore.”
Miles raised his eyebrows, his dick feeling a twitch, “Really now?”
“N-No!” Jordan shakes his head, “Vincent is screwing with me like a butt-whore! I swear to God, I fuck like a pig!”
“Oooh…” Miles grins as he closes the door. He gently grabs Jordan’s bulge and feels it up, “You a nasty fucker, huh?”
“Dammit, no!” Jordan shakes his head, strained with desperation. “All I want is a hundred cocks jammed in my mouth.”
“Mmhhfff, you’re speaking my language, sir.” Miles grinds against Jordan’s front, “So… That thing you were doing with your dick earlier…”
Meanwhile, Vincent sits half-naked from the waist down at his desk with his computer connected to Miles’ security camera; Miles insisted that on putting cameras around his house, both for security reasons, and Miles thought that one day he could land a one-night stand that can nail his audition for a porn movie at Stud-Nut Studios. Sure, one may think that it is odd and rather unorthodox for one’s neighbor to want to be filmed in hopes of to be a famous porn-star, as well as the implication that he’d want to ‘put on a show’ for said neighbor. But one thing that Vincent has come to learn: Miles is one horny bitch with ambitions as massive as the cocks he takes up his ass.
Especially when he found out that Vincent is a licensed hypnotist and he practically begged him to hypnotize him into forgetting all his favorite video games for the sake of reliving them – conversely, he even asked to be hypnotized into not knowing where his cameras are, or even set him up with a few post-hypnotic triggers on a night he goes out to his favorite nightclubs to impulsively pull off random articles of clothing or shoving his own face into some random guy’s butt or grabbing a stud’s crotch with both hands from hearing a hidden trigger word – again, Miles is a very kinky individual who loves the unexpected. Hell, he’d be Vincent’s roommate if they could afford it.
The doll, sitting comfortably in place, has a couple of GREEN needles on it – with the passages in the little book for the GREEN pins erased and rewritten with different phrase. The doll also has a tiny microphone in its throat, with wires leading from its mouth to the speaker and a mic at Vincent’s mouth and ear. With the pins in place, Jordan’s speech is already restricted, but Vincent wanted to take extra measures for a little more fun.
“[So… That thing you were doing with your dick earlier…]” Miles says on the screen of his computer, and the camera’s audio speaking directly into the speaker into Vincent’s ear, “[You wanna show me how you do it?]”
Vincent holds the mic to his mouth and talks, “I’d rather show you-“
“-how I fell in love with your tiny butthole.” Jordan says, unable to control his own mouth, his face burning with embarrassment.
“Fuck, man, you’re making me hot.” Miles grins as he slips his hands into Jordan’s briefs and almost immediately goes for his balls.
“HaaAAAIIII’m a very nasty butt-whore!” Jordan squealed as those very warm palms push into his nuts.
“Well yeah, that’s the sales pitch.” Miles says as he kneads those testicles. His hands roam around and feel up those fuzz buns of Jordan’s “What’chu gonna do about it?”
“Please, listen to me dammit,” Jordan pleads, “I fuck like a pig because I’m a nasty butt-whore.”
“Mmmfff, that’s it. You’re coming with me.” Miles says as he takes Jordan by the briefs waistband and drags him through the door.
“Awwwoooohhhhh I’m a nasty fuck butt-pig…” Jordan whines pathetically as he enters the house… Feeling light-headed and rather dizzy as he goes.
Vincent starts to masturbate while he switches the camera and sees Miles start to get frisky with Jordan in his living room.
“Mmmhh, so Vincent sent you my way, huh?” The Pilipino twink grins as he pulls off his shirt and toys with Jordan’s crop-top “He set you up with any hot triggers?”
“No, I just got done with a hundred cocks in my mouth!” Jordan responds as he shakes his head.
“Yeah, you said that already.” Miles laughs as he starts playing with Jordan’s nipples, “Can’t you say anything else?”
Jordan escort beylikdüzü opens his mouth to talk, only to have the direct voice-line in the doll speak for him, “All I know how to say is how much you need to drain my balls, you candy-ass slut.”
“MMhhh, now you’re talking.” Miles pulls down his pants – showing he’s wearing a skimpy lavender thong that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Jordan looks down and his brain feels a very hard drain.
“Uhhwuuaahhh.” He stumbles forward for Miles to catch him.
“Whoa, man you ok??”
“Y-Yeah…” Jordan mumbles, “I, I’m fine… I’mma… Pig fuck whore…”
Meanwhile, Vincent plucks up a YELLOW pin this one with the written command [GROWING HORNY], “Ok, Jordan. Time for you to be a thirsty lover boy. After all, there comes a time in almost any straight guy’s life when he goes bi-curious.”
With that, Vincent inserts the needle into the doll’s chest. Incidentally, Smith notices the same faltering static on the GREEN pins, “Agh, still limited huh?” He sighs as he plucks the pins out.
Meanwhile, back in Miles’ living room:
“I haven’t been fucked in days.” Miles starts dry hump onto Jordan. “Ffffffuck…” He breaths out as he kisses along Jordan’s neck.
“Oh baby, what are you doing to me?” Jordan groans as he nearly swoons to the floor. His arms starts to grapple on the adorable tan boi – mostly because his sense of balance is slipping quickly. Jordan gets more and more dizzy, like the whole world is starting to spin inside his skull…
“Mmmmffff, you’re so hooot.” Miles gets on his knees and starts to nuzzle into Jordan’s bulge.
“Awwwllll…” Jordan moans as the young man below him starts to lick his package while feeling him up, “I’m a nasty whore… Pig… Butt…”
“Mmhh, again you said that.” Miles nudges that package, “So I’m guessing Vincent’s got you only saying a few things. I can get with that.” He pulls down those undies and fondles around at Jordan’s set. “Can you still do that thing with your dick?”
“Pig… Nasty duh whore… Fuck like a butt, uuhh…” Jordan droned, his brain feeling very light.
Vincent grins as he picks up the magnet and moves it to the doll’s loins “Oh yes he can.”
Miles’ eyes beam as that member stands right up. “Hahahaha, niiiiiice!”
Jordan looks down and feels his face go hot as his cock once again acts on its own. His penis pulls forward and slapped itself on Miles’ cheek. Miles keeps his mouth open and let the member draw a circle around his face and nuzzle itself onto his tongue, “O-Ooohh, oh” Jordan shudders and jerks from the initial wet touch.
“Haawwlllmm” Miles just goes down and glue his lips to that cock. His head bobs up and down on that member.
“Ahhhh… Ooohhh Guh-huuhhh…” Jordan goes cross-eyed as just stands there with his arms hanging down limbly. He rolls his head back as his mind slowly goes blank.
“… Something’s not right.” Vincent looks at the screen and zooms in; Jordan’s face is going blank, like his jaws are going numb as he stares at the ceiling with dreary eyes “… Uh-oh.” He goes over to his notes and turns several pages. “I think we have a small problem…”
Meanwhile, Miles twirls his head and licks that hard meat in his mouth, rubbing his own boner as he slurps and swallows that cock over and over again. His eyes look up and sees Jordan isn’t giving much of a reaction. He’s just standing there, moaning idly with his mouth gaping and his eyes vacant.
Miles pops that wet dick out of his lips and strokes it, “You like that, stud?” He asks as he gages Jordan’s reaction. Nothing. “Uuuhhh… Sir?” He stands up and looks at Jordan’s face. He snaps his fingers a few times, but he’s not getting any reaction, “Helloooooo?”
Meanwhile, Vincent winces as he looks at his notes and the instructions with the voodoo doll, “Shit. I think I may have stuck him with too many pins in one day. The human brain can’t handle a lot of pin-pricks to the doll. Shit, how many times did I stick him??”
Vincent boots up his iPad and goes into the voodoo doll’s app to check on its status – it’s currently showing the pins and tools that is currently in use and monitoring Jordan’s body readings. Not only that, but it also shows the history of which pins and how many was used in total “Shhhiiiiiiiit.” Vincent frowns as he sees Jordan’s brain activity slowly draining.
Then the phone rings, and Vincent picks it right up, “Hello?”
“Hey, Vince? It’s Miles.”
“Ah, hi.” Vincent watches the screen to see his neighbor.
“So, you sent a guy over right? Tall, hairy chest, highlight hair. Did you hypnotize him too much or something?”
“Errr… You COULD say that.” Vincent winces, “I was trying something new on him, and I think I messed up.”
“Well, is he gonna be ok? Kinda getting a little nervous… He’s just standing here like his brain is disappearing.”
“He uh… He should be fine.” Vincent says, “This happened gürpınar escort once before with this new trick of mine, and I was able to find a solution.”
“Ok, you sure? I just, you know.”
“I’m not COMPLETELY sure on it, but I SHOULD have a fix for it.”
“Ok. You wanna come on over or something?”
“No, I can do it from here.”
“… Oh, ok. So, like, should I hold the phone to his ear so he can hear some trigger or something?”
“No, no, it’s not like my usual stuff. You just stick around and keep an eye on him.”
“Ok…” Miles hangs up and surveys Jordan.
“So…” Vincent turns a couple of pages and taps a couple of icons on the app, “Last time this happened, I accidentally wiped the guy’s brain out.” He mumbles to himself as he checks a few things. He nods and plucks out the GREEN and YELLOW pins, “According to here…” He double-checks the doll’s kit, “His mind is shutting itself off because the doll’s magic has been used too much, and his body is defending against it. So.”
Vincent leans back and breathes out, “I could either let his I.Q. drop completely and let Jordan vegetate for God knows how long IF he wakes up from this. Fucker has that coming… Or…” He glances at the three longer needles – the ones with the plastic banana, egg, and bone on each one, “Wouldn’t want to ruin Miles’ night. Besides, if Jordan turns into a vegetable, that can get very bad… I think I can do what I did last time, and occupy his draining mind with an entirely different mind-set.”
He leans forward and types at the app and cross-references the small spell book. After a few minutes of skimming and scanning, his eyebrows raise and nods, “Yeah! I just need the doll to hold a different post-hypnotic personality until his brain naturally recovers. So far I have three to choose from.” He jots down a few hypotheses into his notes, “I just probably need to give the other pins and tools a rest while Jordan’s brain heals, that’s all… I think.”
“Ok, so…” He plucks up the egg-pin and debates a bit, “Eh, chicken is a bit buggy… Would be cute and funny for Jordan to cluck naked like a chicken for a few hours on the lawn, hah…” He observes the banana-pin, “Gorilla was ok, really hot. And Miles might like an alpha monkey man-handling him like a jungle jock… But I don’t want Jordan wrecking Miles’ place and throwing things around. Apes do that, heh…” He then takes the bone-pin, “Haven’t tried this one yet, but… At this point, it can’t hurt… Probably.”
Vincent takes the doll and points the long pin at head. “Here goes nothing…”
Meanwhile, Miles had already pulled some jeans on himself and put Jordan’s briefs back on. He watches with genuine concern at the dazed gentleman. “Sooooo… You still in there?” He asks to break the ice.
“Uhhhhhhh…” Jordan drowls idly in place.
“Yeeeeeeep…” Miles nods and paces, “You uh… Fuck, please be ok, dammit… Shit, Vincent, what’ve you screwed with THIS time???”
“Oh uh…” Jordan blinks a bit. He shakes his head a bit and shudders, “Whooooaaa, wha… Hey, hey, yeah,” Jordan wakes up and looks to the Pilipino twink.
“Oh, hey, you alright?”
“Uhh…” Jordan blinks a second and grins, “Yeah! I’m great!”
“Ok, cool…” Miles then glances down, and notices that Jordan is shaking his hips left and right, “You sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah! I’m awesome, yeah!” Jordan beamed as he bounds a bit on his feet.
“Ok, good! Great!” Miles claps his hands together as Jordan gets bright-eyed and bushy-tailed… In a manner of speaking, of course. “So um…” Miles smiles as he comes up to Jordan and puts his hand onto Jordan’s happy trail, “You wanna pick up where we left off?”
“Ooh,” Jordan irks a bit as Miles’ hand lands on his stomach, “Oh my god, rub my belly, that feels, phenomenal.”
“Heh heh, ok…” Miles then moves his hand up and down. He rubs Jordan’s stomach in circles and roams it quickly up and down.
“Ohhhhhhh that’s the spot.” Jordan rolls his head back and groans, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” his left leg starts to jump and pump up and down. “Oh my gaawwwd thank you, don’t stop, that is great, yes.”
“Hahahaha, yeah, like it, stud.” Miles grins as he starts to scratch at those fuzzy abs.
“Oh Jesus, yes!” Jordan swoons and flops comically on the floor.
“Hahahaha, shit man, you ok?” Miles laughs as he gets down.
“Did I freaking tell you to quit? Keep scratching my belly!” Jordan pants rapidly.
“Hahaha, yessir,” Miles puts his hand on the muscular torso again and starts to graze it again.
“OOH yeah, right there, YAS!” His leg jackhammers on his side as Miles’ nails scrape at his stomach, “Yes, yes yeeeessss!”
“Hahaha, woooow, you’re fuckin’ into this…” Miles chuckles as Jordan goes to town.
Vincent breathes a sigh of relief as Jordan responds to Miles’ advances. At least it’s working… And he can let loose and enjoy the show. He rubs his dick some akbatı escort as he speaks into the speaker connected to the doll’s throat – the one that made Jordan say what Vincent spoke, “How bout I lick some peanut butter off your nuts?”
“Hey!” Jordan nearly barked as he gives Miles a bizarre look and sits up right immeditely, “Do you have peanut butter on your nuts?”
“Uhh…” Miles pauses, “What do you…”
“Wait, what?” Vincent furrows his brow, “No,” He speaks more clearly into the mic, “I want to lick peanut butter off your balls.”
“You got peanut butter on your balls!” Jordan accused as he stands up and points at him. “I swear to God, if you’re holding out on me!”
“Dude, I don’t know,” Miles scoffed, but he gets shoved onto the couch by Jordan’s hands.
“Gimme! I want some peanut butter!” Jordan drops on all fours and starts gnawing at Miles’ jeans “RrrRRrrrmmmRRrmmmffff!”
“Whoa, A-aha, ok, wow hahaha!” Miles laughs as Jordan really ruffles in there, his tiny little brain fully convinced the twink before him is smuggling some thick, creamy nutty goodness, all the while he’s subconsciously waving his butt back and forth behind him.
“That’s… Weird.” Vincent says as Jordan digs at Miles, his face digging through the open zipper and glomphing at his package until the jeans are forced open and exposes Miles’ crotch, “He’s not saying what I’m telling him to say…”
Miles flexes his slender body and rubs onto Jordan’s hair, “Awwww, oooh, hahahaha, yeah, I like’em wild like that.” Miles rubs his silky smooth thighs on either side Jordan’s head. He giggles as Jordan loudly licks and slurps on the lavender bulge of Miles’ thong, “Mmhhh yeah, get that peanut butter…”
“Arrffmm, heerrmmff, allmmpphh” Jordan slobbers and licks at that scant groin, only tasting the tender flesh of those tenders, but still satisfied with where his snout is investigating. “Rrrhmm, grrmmffhh… Gerddammit, wurr’s dat peanut butter, affhole?!” He growls with his mouth half occupied with snacking on Miles’ scrotum.
“Huh…” Vincent thinks for a moment. He takes the mouthpiece again and brings it to his mouth, in attempt to put words in Jordan’s mouth again, “I want you to grab me by the balls and throw me to the floor…”
“Ball?!” Jordan’s head shoots up.
“Huh? Don’t stop now, it was g-”
“Where’s the ball?” Jordan slapped his hands onto Miles’ thighs, showing some real authentic canine-style ADD, “Where’stheball?? WHERE’STHEBALL???”
“Hahaha, what?” Miles laughs.
“Ball! Ball ball ball!” Jordan glomps on Miles with his hands, his ass still shaking behind him while he stares at him with high anticipation. “I want the BALL!”
“Ohhhhh, I think I see.” Miles nods while his smile widens. He remembers when Vincent did a hypnosis show at a party one time, and had some guy act like a dog. Though this is more like a persona change. “You want the ball? You want the ball, boy?” He speaks quickly and playfully, conforming his hunch when Jordan starts ‘wagging’ more.
“YES! Oh yeah! Woo!” Jordan hops off of Miles and puts his hands on his knees and beams up at him with anticipation, his rump shaking left and right even faster. “Where’s the ball?! Where’s the ball?! WHERE’STHEBALL?!”
“Ok uuuhhhmmm… Ah, here” Miles looks around for a second and then saw a bright red ball from his broken gag. He plucks it up grinning as he sees Jordan’s face reflect the utmost wonder of the spherical object. “You want the ball? You wanna get the ball, boy?”
“Yeahyeahyeahyeah!” Jordan answers, a line of drool starting to dribble from his lips. “Throwtheball, throwtheball! Ball ball ball ball!”
“Go get it, boy!” Miles winds his arm back and chucked the red rubber orb across the living room.
“BALL!!” Jordan sprints after it, slamming his hands onto the wall when he went to far and snatched it up, shoving it in his teeth and biting down on it. The nearly nude boss trots back to Miles, and lets the ball drop into his hand.
“Good booooooy.” Miles encourages as he ruffles Jordan’s hair, “Fetch!” He winds up his arm, but does a fake throw.
“BALL!” Jordan bolts in the implied direction, only to slam his hands onto the wall and sniffing the air a few times before he turns around and runs right back to Miles, his eyes looking at the orb-like miracle toy in his hand, “Dammit, throw the ball! BALL, dammit, BALL!” He says as he jumps up and down.
“Hahahahaha! You gahhhahahaha” Miles doubles over with laughter, “Ah shit, Vincent got you good, didn’t he?”
“Does Vincent have the ball??! NO! Stop fucking teasing me, I want THE BALL!” Jordan snarled and quirks around.
“Hahahaha, alright alright, go get it!” Miles throws the ball for real, watching him chase after it for dear life and capturing it.
Meanwhile Vincent furrows his brow at Jordan’s behavior, running for the ball across the house. Once again, he’s not really repeating Vincent’s words like he was a while ago. “Hm, this is probably another variant of the pin’s effect…” He says, “Better try one more time. Ahem.” Vince then speaks loud and clear into the small mic, “My butt is very itchy.”
Jordan grins with triumph as he trots to the cute Pilipino guy when he suddenly stops and irks. Miles blinks as Jordan drops the ball on the floor before he collapses down, “Uh, boy?”
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