Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2004 14:11:00 -0800 (PST) From: tom jones Subject: "My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 2 Suffice to say that it is this characteristic feature of the hypnotic state - the absolute surrender of will and self-consciousness to the hypnotiser - which possesses such importance, from its bearing upon crime, in the eyes of legal authorities. "My Dad, The Homo Zombie" CHAPTER TWO By: Molester By Proxy mb_writr@yahoo.com Saturday and the "Halloween Magic Faire" were fast approaching. I had met with, and ejaculated in, Mr. Hendricks twice again since he'd first mentioned that his friend, Sir Albert, the Hypnotist, also known as, Al Berkin, would be the highlighted attraction at our Franklin Elementary School annual fun fair. Friday, the day before the fair, while I was with my sixth grade class was in the gymnasium, taping the hundreds of glittery decorations we'd made to the walls, doorways and support columns, Mr. Hendricks made a brief appearance only to call me away. He told Mr. Solomon, my art teacher, that I was to be excused for the period since he had a "special project" for me. Mr. Solomon smirked to himself as he told me to grab my things since I probably would not be returning to either the gymnasium or his class that day. And he was right. I spent almost the full hour in the boy's bathroom with Mr. Hendricks. I butt-fucked him full of boysperm as he held the metal flusher pole. He was more than twice my size but he just seemed to know exactly how to bend and spread his legs for a twelve-year-old boy. But as I later came to know, he'd had years and years of experience helping out little guys so he knew exactly how to make such a copulation work. And after I delivered kidgoo up the adult man's rectum, he sat on the commode and started to play with my boner, which never went down at that age or with him. He sat there playing with my penis and scrotum, looking at it and admiring it. He never seemed to tire of the genitals of the many pre-teens who were his breeders. As he fondled me, he finally told me what his "idea" was involving Sir Albert. "Al plays with little boys, same as me", Mr. Hendricks said. And as he stroked my boner slowly, he added, "He's going to want to suck this, for sure. You like that? Want another man sucking on this for you? I know a lot who will." "Sure", I replied, barely understanding what it really meant to have many adult men kneeling at my elementary school aged crotch. "So my idea...and Al's...is to get some of the boys in the lower grades here at the school hypnotized to want to play with men. Get some of them to go home and grope their daddies, get others pulling their pants down for any man, and even get some of the littlest guys hooked on cum, maybe. What do you think?" "Cool", I replied. "A hypnotist can do that?" Mr. Hendricks laughed as he said, "Well, we're going to try. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't." "Have you...or Sir Albert...done that before?", I asked. "I mean hypnotized little kids to eat cum?" "Yeah, a few times when I was teaching down there in New Orleans", Mr. Hendricks answered. "You can't go telling anyone now, you know?" "I know", I replied. "I just think its cool." "Oh, it is", Mr. Hendricks said. "I mean, I can't hypnotize anybody. But Al's truly amazing. He's got a real gift. I mean, its for real that he can put people to sleep and make them wake up to do anything he told them to do while he had them under. It's not a trick or a gimmick. It's a real power he has." I grinned, thinking it would be neat to hypnotize my Math teacher into never giving me another test, but instead only A's at the end of the school semester. "Fuck, over twenty-years ago, when I just started teaching", Mr. Hendricks went on to say, "That's when I first met Al. And he hypnotized two first-graders...hypnotized them to suck us both off." He then began to laugh. "I think he said something like: 'You will unzip men you pass...you will suck on their penises...you will eat their cum when they ejaculate it into your mouth...you will not be able to resist...' Stuff like that. And you know what? They couldn't resist! Those two tykes started blowing every man they passed! Shit, they're probably both still sucking cocks all day and night and not even knowing why!" We both laughed as I thought it funny that hypnotism could do such a thing. "Yeah, they're both still probably hitting their knees every three minutes to suck off a different man and eat his sperm. And they don't even know why they're doing it!", Mr. Hendricks chuckled. "Hell, and they'd both be about twenty-nine or thirty years old today!" "Sir Albert's hypnotism lasts that long?", I asked with awe. "Oh yeah!", Mr. Hendricks replied as he rubbed the blondish peach fuzz just starting to sprout on my pubes. "Sure. It never ever wears off unless and until he puts them under again and tells them to stop doing whatever he hypnotized them to do. It can last for years...probably their entire lives. Heck, those two former students of mine will be sucking off any cock until they're over ninety-nine years old!" "And like in an old people's home!", I added in jest. "Exactly!", Mr. Hendricks joked back. "They'll be pulling out their dentures to blow the teenage orderlies and not even know why they can't stop themselves from doing it!" "Wow", I breathed. "Hypnotism is really powerful." "It sure is. Especially when my pal Al does it", Mr. Hendricks said before leaning forward to lightly suck on my twelve-year-old erection. He then sat up again and whispered, "He could even get a man - any man - to do that to you anytime you wanted it...what would you think of THAT?" "You mean anytime I wanted to be sucked? I could have someone do it? I mean, do what you do to me?", I asked, with a breathless excitement. "Huh ha", Mr. Hendricks replied with a knowing grin. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, stud? I think this handsome kidcock of yours would LOVE it ...seeing the way it's acting now." We both looked at my sixth grade boner and watched it bounce around wildly without even being touched. "Yeah", he said as he slowly caressed my nearly smooth scrotum. "It would LOVE that, you can just tell. Get it sucked anytime you want it...or cream some of your kidsperm into a man anytime these handsome little nuts need to squirt some off...you'd like that." "Oh YEAH!", I answered. "You mean Sir Albert could do that? Make some man, an adult, want to do it to me like you do it?" Mr. Hendricks laughed and said, "Well, there are so many men who would service a young little stud like you without needing to be hypnotized...but yes, Al could get practically any man...any man on Earth...to become a slave to your kiddy cock and sperm." "Wowww", I said looking at the man with amazement. "That would be too cool! A man who would do anything I want?" "Yeah", Mr. Hendricks said, certain now that he had selected the correct little breeder to engage in his and Al Berkin's scheme. "Pretty much...practically anything. Depends on what Al would tell the man to do, of course. The person hypnotized might not do anything you say if Al's only told him to do sex stuff with you. Like those little first graders years and years ago, he got them hooked on sucking men's cocks...but never told them to do their homework or clean their room. I got to remind him to add that part tomorrow." We laughed as Mr. Hendricks rose and turned around. "Fuck some more of your kidsperm into my behind, okay? You can shoot more, stud...I know you kids can shoot your babygoo all day long." With my slacks and underpants at my ankles, I shuffled up behind the big man and grabbed his hips as I inserted my sixth grade cock into his wet, clamping hole again. I screwed him and the second load made my nuts all achy but they kept churning up the new reproductive cells my body was now able to make. After I unloaded into the man again, he reached back and wiped some of my watery semen off his puckered fuckhole and ate it. "Nothing in this world is as delicious as the tasty splats of semen you little fellows shoot", he stated with a smile. He then sat back down and told me to pull up my pants. "Time's running short. You better get outside for your school bus before the bell rings. And try not to ejaculate any more today, okay? Save all the sperm you can for tomorrow because I know my buddy Al wants some of it. You will squirt some of your young breeder cum into my friend, won't you?" "Sure", I muttered, sort of nervous about the prospect of having sex with another adult man, and a complete stranger to me. It was an exciting proposition but, at the same time, I had never, in my whole life, had secret fun like this with anybody but Mr. Hendricks. I ran out of the bathroom stall and didn't return to the gymnasium for the final five minutes of decorating with my Art class. Instead, I went outside to the school bus staging area where I happened to see my bus just pulling in from Maple Avenue. With no homework assigned for the Halloween weekend, I stood in the crisp autumnal air outside of Franklin Elementary with an empty backpack strapped to my back. And, despite having just ejaculated twice into Mr. Hendricks' butthole, I found myself, much to my surprise, with yet another boner raging inside my pants. Ever since starting the sixth grade it seemed as though I had an uncontrollable erection every three-and-half minutes! It strained so hard that it actually tented out the front of my chinos. I couldn't get it to go down for the life of me. In fact, my kid prick had what appeared to be a life of its own. My backpack, strapped to my back, was therefore useless as concealment as I stood there, rather "exposed", in the chilly sunshine. All I could do was hope that none of the bus drivers could see the obvious kid tent pole in my light beige chinos. But, weirdly, instead of embarrassment, I suppose it could be said that it was at that same moment - after school when I was just twelve years old with a boner tenting in my pants - that I grew into myself sexually. Courtesy of Mr. Hendricks' "private tutorials" in the boy's bathroom, I had been getting ever since the third grade more "regular sex" (as some people might call it) than some adult men. But up until that moment as a boned-up sixth-grader waiting for my bus, I just thought of it all as some naughty game, which the Vice-Principal had me playing with him. But it was on the eve of our "Halloween Magic Fair", (and, to be honest, perhaps increasingly since the beginning of the school year), that I was suddenly aware of what it truly meant to ejaculate my sixth-grader's seed into an adult man. I finally had a fuller awareness, on a level that had never before occurred to me, that I strongly desired to do what I had been doing to Mr. Hendricks for years. No longer was I just another little kid "dry humping" my Vice-Principal in the boy's bathroom. Instead, I now knew I was, although most certainly under-aged, officially, Mr. Hendricks' so-called "breeder" top. And soon I might be asked to top and "breed" yet another adult man as well - someone I had never met or even seen before - his friend, Sir Albert, the Hypnotist! Whereas most adult men might only ask a boy my age to throw out the trash or rake the leaves or hit a home run for the team, I was being asked to use my boy boner and only-recently fertile testicles to breed them. And that proud knowledge sent a message directly and continually to my penis, leaving me to stand on the pavement struggling with a raging tenter just outside my yellow school bus, its engine running but its doors still closed until the final bell rang, as was School District policy. My particular school bus always had two different bus drivers, but always the same two. Mrs. Greene, a mother in her early thirties, would most often drive the morning route. And then this man, sitting now behind the steering wheel and only barely acknowledging my presence on the chilly sidewalk, drove the afternoon route. Only on rare occasion, they would alternate their schedules. I think this driver's name was Mr. Pachinski or something like that. He wasn't nearly as friendly or as open as was Mrs. Greene. Up until that time, I honestly never gave him much thought. Although he wasn't a friendly man, he wasn't really mean either. He was just my school bus driver, if you will. For four years, ever since I was in second grade, he'd open the door and say, "Watch your step." And like any other little kid, I'd get in, go to the back of the bus and talk with my bus route school buddies until it was time to get off. But as I now stood there looking through the glass of the school bus door, mostly just checking to make sure that the driver hadn't been noticing the very apparent tent in my pants, I looked at him more carefully. He had very dark gray hair and was older than Mr. Hendricks. Or perhaps the fact that he never smiled simply made him look older. He was a big man, not fat but nowhere near skinny. As I looked at where his conservative light blue oxford shirt was tucked into his black polyester slacks, I assessed that he had just a little bit of a middle-aged tire spilling only slightly over his leather belt. As I looked at him, he briefly looked over at me. But he still didn't smile. He just nodded a hello. At least I think it meant "hello". Then he took a sip of what I figured to be coffee out of a large thermal mug. Startling me, the final school bell then abruptly and loudly rang. And in a few more seconds, the voices of dozens of my classmates, laughing and talking, got louder as they only began flooding out of the building. At that precise moment, following School District policy, the bus door opened, and Mr. Pachinski said, "Watch your step", as was the norm. But seeing that none of the other kids from my route were yet approaching, he shocked me when, as I climbed the steps, he added, "Even in the cold, you boys are a lot bigger than you'd let on..." Had his eyes not immediately scanned down to my crotch, I don't even think I'd have known what he meant. Then at the top of the steps, he lightly grabbed my arm and had me stop right next to his seat. He kept an eye out as kids were quickly approaching the line of school busses as he asked, "You kids having a fair here or something? Tomorrow, right?" I said, "Huh ha, our Halloween fair." "Nice", Mr. Pachinski replied as he scanned me up and down quickly, his eyes stopping only to more directly stare at where my pants were still tented. "What time? What time does it start?", he asked "Um, I think it goes from eleven a.m. until six p.m.", I answered, getting a little nervous and feeling my boner start to deflate. "Nice, nice. Thanks", he said as he let go of my arm. I moved to my regular seat in the back and watched the flow of other kids as they happily boarded the bus. As my two best bus buddies jumped into the seats to my left and in front of me, I looked again toward the front of the bus. I stared at the back of the Mr. Pachinski's head and I wondered why our bus driver would want to come to our school's Halloween fair, especially on a Saturday. In order to be continued, write to the author, Molester By Proxy mb_writr@yahoo.com COPYRIGHT/2004; THIS IS FICTION; ADHERE TO ALL LAWS IN YOUR AREA.