Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 17:35:26 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: Peter's Clueless Seduction, part 8, New Tricks

Recap (and apologies for the delay - this might not make much sense if
you've not read the previous parts): Peter and his flatmate Nick have been
slowly influenced by Nick's psychologist mate Martino and his hypnotism
tapes until they are in a constant state of innocence and vulnerability
about their sexual needs. When Nick's rugby friends come to visit he finds
his straight arse relentlessly fucked, and Peter's intentions of rescuing
his flatmate are weakened by the rugby lads' fingers in his arse and
mouth. When Peter's brother James comes to rescue him, his plans are
scuppered when the hypno tape leads to his own arse being played with.


James kept jabbing his tongue up his brother's arse as he tried to impart
his message in morse code. He felt like a proper secret agent, really
getting one over on these rugby boys who he'd brilliantly distracted with
his own meaty arse. Peter was now pushing himself down onto James's face,
which James took as encouragement that his message was getting through, and
so redoubled his efforts.

The door to Nick's bedroom suddenly opened. Peter looked over and the two
big men, Nick and Steve-o, came out, Steve-o dressed in a pair of boxers,
Nick in tight briefs. Steve-o was swaggering and confident as ever, like
the cat who'd got the cream. Nick was flushed and walking bow-legged, a
little dazed. Peter gave them a cheery hello, his voice breaking a little
as his brother's tongue shot up his arse. Steve-o went for a piss and Nick
came over to see what was happening on the sofa. He didn't recognise
Peter's brother James at first, what with his face being covered by his
brother's muscular bottom. But when he realised who it was, he shook
James's hand and began chatting away to him. James was unable to reply,
stifled as he was by his brother's bum. At the other end of the sofa the
two rugby lads, Thomas and Henry, were having a great time slipping their
fingers in and out of James's helpless butt.

Peter was curious what Nick and Steve-o had been up to all this time and
why Nick had been walking funny. Nick patiently explained that Steve-o had
been carrying out a thorough exploration of his bottom, like blokes do, and
these things take time. And he denied he was walking funny. Steve-o
returned from a massive piss and sat on the armchair watching the action on
the sofa like it was a tv programme for his entertainment. James was flat
on his back, legs in the air, the two rugger lads inserting naughty fingers
and giggling, Peter sitting on James's face and holding his brothers legs
in the air.  Steve-o needed filling in on who James was, and when he
realised he was Peter's brother he seemed to find that very interesting,
especially given their relative positions. Peter couldn't understand what
all the fuss was about.

Nick was standing about striking very masculine poses, chatting to his
flatmate. Steve-o patted his knee and invited the big muscular man to sit
on his lap. Nick looked extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable at this
suggestion, but the rugger lads told him it was perfectly
normal. Eventually he was convinced there was nothing other than extreme
manliness from sitting on Steve-o's knee. He tried to balance on his knee,
but in seconds he was sat right on Steve-o's lap, muscular arse settled
firmly on Steve-o's crotch. Nick moaned, as if his bottom was sore. Steve-o
reached out to make sure the big man didn't slip off his lap, latching onto
Nick's now rather red-looking and erect nipples. Nick squirmed a little,
but that only brought the big man down firmer into Steve-o's welcoming
lap. Steve-o kept hold of those big nipples just to keep the big rugger
player safe on his lap.

James suspected his brilliant plan wasn't working. As much as he darted his
tongue up his brother's tight shaved hole and felt those arselips pressed
against his own mouth it seemed that his brother wasn't springing into
action from this morse code message. Furthermore, although he was glad he'd
distracted the rugger guys with his meaty bottom he wasn't sure they would
remain fooled for long. He needed to think of a better way to distract
them. He wriggled out from beneath his brother's muscular butt, face red
and flushed and sticky with saliva. He said hello to his brother's big
flatmate Nick, who looked equally red faced as he sat on the lap of one of
the rugby boys. Peter stood up and wandered off to the kitchen to make
coffee, a slightly dazed look in his eye and a cooling wetness between his
arse cheeks. James shook the free hands of Thomas and Henry, whose other
hands were occupied between his thighs playing with his tight hole. He
struck up a friendly banter with them as they pushed his legs above his
head and inserted fingers into his manly bum. His plan was to distract one
of them and split them up so that he would stand a better chance of
rescuing his brother. James began to compliment Thomas on the skill he was
showing exploring his arse. Thomas was clearly pleased, though Henry looked
a little put out as Thomas began showing off, twisting his fingers inside
James until Henry had to pull out altogether to allow his rugby mate full
access.

James suggested he and Thomas go and explore as Steve-o and Nick had. He
was surprised how quickly Thomas pulled him to his feet and pushed him onto
Peter's bed before slamming the door shut. James's brilliant plan was
working! Henry looked crestfallen and sat on the sofa. James almost
immediately could be heard saying no to Thomas repeatedly and in an ever
more insistent tone of voice. Peter returned with the coffee and the four
big men drank it as they listened to James protesting, struggling and
yelping. Steve-o kept whispering in Nick's ear, and Nick kept
squirming. Peter was glad to see that Steve-o was thinking safety first and
was holding Nick firmly by the chest so he didn't fall off his lap. Nick
was looking more and more hot and bothered as they could hear James call
out and yell, seemingly in a rhythm. Peter was worried that his brother was
having something bad happen to him, but the other men calmed him down, made
sure he realised that James had asked for it and was getting what he wanted
and needed. Peter was still worried. His brother was grunting and
swearing. Surely that wasn't right? But his friends told him that these
were manly noises and James was just proving what sort of man he was to
Thomas. This pleased Peter. James was a big man and he was glad these men
were taking him so seriously.

Henry and Peter watched Nick squirming on Steve-o's lap, with Steve-o's big
hands slowly manipulating Nick's large nipples in time with the yelps and
grunts from the other room. Henry suggested to Peter that he should do some
relaxation exercises as he was so tense listening to his brother's cries
and pants. Peter agreed, and Henry suggested Peter should do a hand stand
on the sofa. Peter grinned and showed them what he could do. He rested his
head on the cushions and hauled his body up so it was above his head, arms
holding himself steady. The three rugby players applauded his show of
strength and flexibility. Henry said he'd teach Peter some new
variations. As Peter stood there, on his head on the sofa, grinning at Nick
and Steve-o, Henry grabbed Peter's legs and began to bring them down in
front of him towards his face. Peter gasped as he was handled by Henry, and
was surprised when he saw his knees come to rest on the sofa cushions by
his own upside-down head. He was almost curled up in a ball like
this. Henry said he thought Peter's cock and balls would be crushed between
his legs like this, and before he could protest whipped Peter's jockstrap
off, leaving the big innocent lunk naked and staring up at his own flaccid
penis, inches from his face. Henry grabbed the flaccid cock between his
thumb and forefinger and began bobbing it about, doing a voice as if it was
talking to Peter, backchatting him. Everyone laughed. Peter thought it was
hilarious having his cock telling him off like that, and Henry's fingers
were very clever at manipulating it. His cock kept going on about how small
he was, which was funny but also made Peter blush. The three big rugby
players were laughing and laughing about his silly little dick, and Peter
found himself laughing along with them, embarrassed but glad he could make
his mates laugh.

What was strange was that the more embarrassed he got, the more he felt his
dick twitch. He was extremely worried that the men would notice his cock
was twitching and wanted Henry to stop his puppet show, but he carried on,
his growing cock still chatting to Peter's blushing face. Everyone had
noticed it was growing, and Henry kept making more and more jokes about it,
until the other rugby players were howling with laughter at Peter's
dick. There was nothing Peter could do to stop it, the bloody thing was
getting big and hard. He'd never really studied his cock that hard before,
not this close up, and had never appreciated just how big it was when
hard. As it grew it seemed to him that he owned a monster he'd never even
noticed. It might not have been as massive at Nick's too big cock, but it
was certainly bigger than he remembered it. And then something ever more
humiliating happened. As Henry fiddled with it and it waggled around in the
air just above Peter's face, a thick drop of clear liquid oozed out of the
tip of his cock and hung there. Everyone was transfixed. He was sure Henry
would stop now, but instead he seemed to be finding this new game
fascinating, and started to go on about how Peter's little cock was crying
because he wasn't a real big boy like his friends. Peter wanted to wriggle
away now, but Henry was so funny and clever that he couldn't help stay
there and be embarrassed even more by this humiliating puppet show. As his
cock shook with violent sobs thanks to Henry the drop of precum began to
ooze down in a long thick string from the tip towards Peter's red face. In
an effort to hide the evidence he opened his mouth and the string slipped
straight in and onto his tongue.

Annoyingly at this point his cock surged and lengthened, and the laughter
from the rugby players had abated. It was almost as if they were waiting
for something, thought Peter, as his stiffening cock crept nearer his
lips. He couldn't think what. A thicker glob of precum oozed out and slid
towards his lips, Peter almost cross-eyed now it was so close. Henry had
stopped playing with it, and it grew and hung right by Peter's mouth with
no encouragement. Peter asked if he was doing the exercise right, and Henry
said almost, and gently placed a big rough hand on his smooth muscular
upturned arse. The gentle pressure brought Peter's hardon down to bump his
lips. Peter closed his lips and the precum oozed over them. Henry taught
Peter a quick chant that the New Zealand rugby players did before every
match, and Peter joined in. As he chanted the precum began to slip between
his lips again, and then so too did the head of his cock. Peter stopped
chanting but Henry slapped his arse so he carried on, and the slap and the
chanting brought about an inch of the thick cock into his mouth. He was
finding it really hard to chant with the cock lodged there, but Henry
encouraged him to continue. He kept it up and his lips and tongue kept
closing and slipping round the hard and swollen head of his cock. This only
seemed to make matters worse, as the head of his cock was oozing even more
now, and it was pumping straight into his open mouth. He looked up past the
length of his cock and his spread legs and arse, and saw Henry's smiling
face and eagerly staring eyes. Henry told him he was doing very well, but
that his cock shouldn't have slipped so far into his mouth. To Peter's
relief, Henry gently pulled his hips back with a finger in his hole like he
was pulling a ringpull. The cock popped from his mouth and hung there just
above his lips, drooling.

Henry apologised as it had pulled too far out, and let go of his
arse. Peter's cock immediately plugged straight back between Peter's
questioning lips. Peter's eyes watered, this was a strange position to be
in and his precum tasted strong. Henry apologised again and slipped a
finger into Peter's arse and eased his hips back. Once again his cock
pulled out from his mouth. The rugby players all cheered Peter and told him
he was doing very well. Peter smiled innocently up at them all, as they
crowded around to see. Henry patted his arse in a friendly way, but that
bounced Peter's cock back into his open mouth again, deeper this time. The
guys all murmured in admiration. Henry thought too much had gone in and
pulled him back again, and the process was repeated again and again, his
cock plunged into his mouth, lips and tongue trying to speak with his mouth
full and instead stimulating the big head of his cock, and then his hips
were pulled back and it would pop out again, before plunging back in
again. Peter wasn't sure when it happened, but as a mark of respect Steve-o
and Nick had stripped off their undies and were resting their massive thick
stiff cocks on his face as his own cock slipped in and out of his
mouth. Soon his face was covered in precum, three different sorts
continuously oozing over his face as he stared up at the smiling rugby
players.

From the other room Peter's brother James was calling Peter's name, sobbing
it sounded like, his sobs and calling interrupted with regular moans and
the slap of sweaty flesh. Peter was in no state to go to his brother's
assistance though, with his body doubled on itself, his hard cock plugged
in his mouth and two massive hardons drooling precum all over his
face. Peter felt so respected by these guys, it was so great they were all
teaching him such a cool new exercise. Of course, whenever he went to speak
and tell them, his tongue and lips simply licked and sucked the end of his
cock, but he though they understood. Then he felt something else, something
big and hard rubbing along the crack of his upturned spread arse. As he
looked up and smiled at Henry, he saw Henry's face momentarily hidden. A
big blunt shape was poking out in the gully between his cheeks, something
fat was sliding snakelike between his buttocks and blocking his view of
Henry. It looked like a cock, Peter realised. Henry was gently rubbing his
hard member against his hole and along the exposed valley. Bizarre, thought
Peter, as he took his own cock back into his mouth and smelled the strong
manly scent of the thick cocks rubbing over his face. What was Henry doing
with his cock on his spread, exposed and shaved arse? If only he could ask
him, without licking his own cock. From the other room James was yelling
out, sounding like a broken man. Peter smiled up at Henry, that beautiful
innocent grin plugged with a thick cock. These were good friends. He was
lucky.


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