Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2014 04:34:17 -0400 From: Pony Boy1984 Subject: The Voice: Chapter 1 "Brotherly Love" The Voice By Pony Boy 1984 Disclaimer: All acts depicted in the following story are strictly fictional, and involve boys occasionally under a form of telepathic influence, though the acts depicted are largely consensual in nature. The following story was commissioned by a friend of mine, and I've been allowed to share it with the public. If you're interested in commissioning a story, feel free to contact me for details: ponyboy1984@hotmail.com. Chapter One: Brotherly Love I've always chuckled when I've heard conservatives talk about gay men recruiting boys, if they only knew the truth. See, I was born with a gift that I call 'The Voice'. Everyone has heard the voice during the course of their existence. It's sometimes depicted as the little angle and devil sitting on either shoulder, prompting you to some course of action or dark temptation. However, a few of us are able to project this voice into the consciousness of others. We can't usually completely subvert the freewill of those we project our voice into, rather we magnify those stray, uncollected thoughts and desires and bring them into the light of conscious expression. And there is no other magnificent creature with more uncollected thoughts and desires than that of a young boy. I require only the briefest physical contact to inject my voice into the target, and being a 6th grade history teacher gives me infinite opportunity to explore the minds of boys and introduce them to the world of physical delights and perversion. I had my eyes on eleven-year-old Thomas since the first time he walked into my class. Thomas has dirty blond hair that comes down to his eyes, pale blue eyes and a slender frame. He learned back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly with his arms behind his head. He was wearing a red short-sleeved jersey, showing off his golden tan with just a hint of his underwear protruding above his faded blue jeans. When he caught me looking, he smiled shyly and made an effort to straighten his posture. As beautiful a specimen of boyhood Thomas is, his younger brother nine year old Dillon rivals his brother's looks. Dillon is a classic platinum blond with eyes that sparkle like little emeralds. You can tell that Dillon is quite a bit shyer than that of his brother, his skin is much lighter in tone, obviously implying that he eschews going shirtless as his brother. Dillon keeps his arms wrapped around his body and keeps his eyes downcast at his bare desk. I decided I was going to change all for him, by attempting to implant my voice into both boys simultaneously. I knew the two brothers were very close. Dillon clearly worshiped the ground that Thomas walked on. To his credit, Thomas played the role of dutiful older brother better than most. I would reach out to Dillon, by going through Thomas first. I was certain that the emotional closeness and trust between the two would enable me to influence the both of them together. When my class finished, as the children were filing into the hallway, I reached out and made contact with Thomas's bare arm. Thomas looked up at me, a slight smile crossing his lips upon feeling the contact. This would be even easier than I thought, as my voice crept into the boy's subconscious. I knew instantly that he relished the physical contact. This was going to be easier than I thought. "You did a good job today Thomas, keep up the good work." I said softly. Thomas eyes lit up and his face flushed slightly, "Thank you Mr. Alexson." He replied softly. I withdrew my fingers from his soft, warm flesh and let him head out into the throng of students. The voice isn't quite like telepathy; I can't completely read his mind. It's more like reading his subconscious and hearing his own internal voice. Thomas was too focused on finding his next class, his mind filled with typical adolescent concerns that the school day brings. We'd have a talk when he got home, when his thoughts invariable would turn to seeking pleasure. Fortunately, I do not require physical proximity in order to speak to Thomas's subconscious. I just enter a meditative state, focusing on my target until I begin to hear his adolescent whispers and secret thoughts that bubble to the surface during a moment of silence and introspection on his part. When I first established contact, he was standing near his bed. Most of the lights were off in the room, though I could see Dillon in his small bed on the other side of the room. Thomas had pulled out his pajamas from the adjoining dresser as he pulled the jersey over his head. This was going to have to change, I whispered to Thomas how much more fun it would be sleep naked. As he pulled his jeans around his ankles, he paused and looked down at the pajamas in confusion. "Why do I wear these anyways?" He thought to himself. I suggested that he walk over to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. He stood in front of it and slowly pulled down his black underpants, revealing his hairless cock. After I marveled at his body silently, I encouraged him to run his hands all over his smooth flesh, causing his cock to begin to inflate. I noticed that Thomas had a few wispy traces of nearly white hair here and there. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I whispered to him, and he just nodded his head with a dopey grin. I told him to turn around to examine his white buttocks. I decided he needed to tan this part of his body too, but we'll cross that bridge later. He slid a finger between his butt cheeks without any prompting from me, so this was a good sign. I told him to spread those ass cheeks apart so I could get a good look at his rosebud, then guided his finger to its entrance and told him to probe its entrance. He noted its heat and tightness, as a slight moan escaped his lips. I projected my image behind him, replacing his finger with my cock. He gasped for a moment in surprise at this foreign thought, but quickly he grinned and pushed his finger inside, as his cock grew rigid. Thomas realized his brother Dillon has been watching him with fascination, and his first instinct was to grab his underwear to pull it up. "Stop! Let him get a good look." I told him. Dillon looked up and down his brother's nude body and pulled down his covers, letting us see his Spiderman pajamas. There was a slight tenting in his pajama bottoms, indicating that Thomas's show had a positive effect though he didn't seem to recognize it just yet. "What are you doing?" Dillon asked softly, looking both confused and fascinated. Thomas struggled for answers, so I whispered them into his ear. "I decided to sleep naked tonight, so I can play with my body." I suggested. "Can I watch?" Dillon asked with genuine curiosity. Thomas blushed but nodded his head without any prompting on my part. He walked over to Dillon's bed to give him a good look as continued to feel every inch of his body, running his fingers up and down the head of his shaft, and then turning around so Dillon can watch his forefinger disappear into his tight ass. After a few minutes of intense watching, Dillon finally asked, "Can I do it too?" He asked sweetly. Thomas froze again, so I spoke for him. "Sure bro, stand up. Let's take off those pajamas." I ordered on Thomas's behalf. I could feel Thomas's sexual excitement rise at the prospect, as he took hold of his brother's pajama top and lifted it over the boy's head, messing up his hair. He helped Dillon pull down his bottoms and step out of them. Thomas and I both smiled when we noticed his perfectly hairless two inch cock was already getting hard. "Now stand straight up and spread your legs apart like this." Thomas suggested with my encouragement, prompting Dillon to obediently model is his hairless, milky white body for this brother. "You look great bro." Thomas said without any prompting. "Now feel your body with your fingertips, just a gentle touch all over." I injected on Thomas's behalf. I had Thomas demonstrate for Dillon, who eagerly mimicked his brother's actions eagerly on his own body. I suggested to Thomas that he drop to his knees and help his brother. I relished the warm, silky feel of Dillon's young body on Thomas's hands and I could knew that Thomas agreed. I guided Thomas's left hand across Dillon's chest and stopped to pinch his left nipple slightly, while his right hand cupped his small balls and jerked his now hard cock gently. This action elicited a high pitched lustful moan from Dillon's pink lips. Thomas's eyes fixated on Dillon's small erect cock, so I encouraged him to take his brother's cock into his mouth. He hesitated at first, but I whispered how good it would make Dillon feel, and that his brother would do anything for him after. Thomas took the younger boy's cut cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head. Dillon gasped and moaned in surprise, instinctively thrusting his hips toward his brother to get more inside. In this quiet moment of bliss, I was able to project my voice into Dillon as well. I would lay there dormant as he enjoyed the hot, wet interior his Thomas's mouth. I then prompted Thomas to let Dillon's glistening cock to slip from his mouth and turn the boy around. I massaged the two perfectly formed smooth globes that constituted Dillon's perfect bubble butt. Thomas spread his cheeks apart and took a good look at his boy pussy. He instinctively placed his finger against it and teased Dillon's hole. "You want to fuck that hole don't you?" I whispered into Thomas's ear. He nodded eagerly without realizing it, teasing his brother's sphincter. I pushed him to press his face against his warm flesh, and push his tongue into that hole. He resisted at first, but I promised Thomas that he would end up owning his brother's body, so long that he always saw to Dillon's pleasure too. Thomas understood and reluctantly pressed his pink tongue into Dillon's boy pussy, prompting another high-pitched squeal of pleasure. After a little resistance, Thomas found delight in eating out his younger brother and began flicking his tongue in and out, before turning him back around to suck on his balls without any coaching from me. As the room filled with the sounds of Thomas slurping and Dillon moaning softly, I began whispering to Dillon's enthralled mind. "You want to make Thomas feel real good too, don't you?" I whispered into his subconscious. He nodded his head eagerly, in part to encourage his brother's sucking and in agreement with my query. Dillon looked up into his brother's eyes and asked, "Can I take a turn on you?" He asked hesitantly. Thomas grinned broadly, as he stood to his feet and spread his legs apart. "Go ahead bro, take a turn." He responded encouragingly. Dillon began by mimicking his brother's previous actions, gently feeling every square inch of his brother's body. His small fingers explored carefully between Thomas's legs, giving careful attention to his cock, and rubbed the tiny droplet of clear precum that had formed at the boy's piss slit and smeared it around his purple head. Thomas moaned in delight, as those fingers rubbed his calves, thighs and even rubbed his nipples. I pushed Thomas to praise Dillon's gentle, sensual motions as he sought to give his brother pleasure. Dillon positioned himself behind Thomas, and his fingers probing Thomas's hole. "You know what to do, stick your tongue inside." I whispered to the young boy's subconscious. He sank to his knees, spread his cheeks why apart, and pushed his tongue outward toward the hole. I assured Dillon how good it would make his brother feel, and with that thought he lewdly pushed his small pink tongue in as deep it would go, prompting an affirming groan of lust from Thomas. Dillon got up and knelt in front of his brother, the older boy's cock was level with Dillon's eyes. He gently pets his brother's cock before I encouraged him to take it into his mouth. He began by licking Thomas's piss slit, tasting the glistening precum. I could tell the taste appealed to Dillon, and he went for seconds almost immediately. After licking up and down the eleven year olds smooth shaft, he finally allowed Thomas's three inches to disappear between his pink lips. Thomas gasped with such intense pleasure that for an instant I feared losing my connection in his adolescent bliss. He instinctively ran his fingers through Dillon's platinum hair and began pushing against the back of the younger boy's head, feeding him his cock. "Make him swallow it." I instructed Thomas, while soothing and encouraging Dillon to breathe through his nose and not be afraid to gag a little, because it would give his brother even more pleasure. Dillon pressed his nose against Thomas's crotch and swirled his tongue around. "Will he put baby juice into my mouth?" Dillon wondered to himself, drawing upon his limited knowledge of sexual education. "He might if you do a good job you little stud." I whispered to his self-conscious. "What if he pees in my mouth?" Dillon contemplated in concern. "So what if he does. You want him to feel good don't you? You'd do anything for him wouldn't you?" I asked him gently. Dillon swelled with love for Thomas and he began bobbing his head back and forth, moaning in the excitement of giving his brother pleasure. "Besides, there is some place else Thomas wants to put his baby juice." I told Dillon. Without explaining further, Dillon's small left hand reached for his own backside and began fingering his hole. I was pleased that the boy wouldn't need a road-map to figure out what was going to happen next. Thomas looked down, his eyes widening as he saw Dillon finger his own boy pussy. I crawled back into Thomas's head and together we said, "I want to stick it in you bro." Thomas was shocked the words he was thinking escaped his lips. For a moment, his eyes locked on to Dillon's and he feared Dillon would tell on him. Instead, Dillon stood up, walked over to his own bed and placed his left foot up on the bed. He reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart, showing off his boy pussy to his brother. "Oh yeah!" Thomas whispered, though his brother heard him and responded with a smile. I coached Thomas to slather Dillon's tight hole with a combination of his tongue and finger to loosen up his brother. He then stood up and placed his right hand on Dillon's smooth chest and his right hand on his creamy slender thigh. I told Dillon to keep his cheeks spread until his brother was inside him, and soon the older boy's slippery cock was poking against Dillon's sphincter. I assured Dillon how good it would feel, even if it hurt some at first. Dillon winced and grunted, as Thomas pushed his cock head into his brother's ass. Soon Thomas buried his cock inside his brother, and was grinding against him, holding his younger brother's lithe, withering body tightly against his own. I encouraged him to nip and kiss the back of Dillon's neck and whisper, "I'm going to stick it in you good," into the boy's ear. Just the naughtiness of the words caused Dillon to gasp in excitement. I told Dillon to look back into his brother's face and slowly lick his lips. Without me suggesting the words, after he licked his lips he said "Put your juice inside me!" These words emboldened Thomas, who needed no further encouragement to begin sliding his skinny cock in and out of Dillon's quivering, velvety interior. The two boys grunted and moaned in unison, as I guided them to improve their rhythm, teaching Dillon to push his ass outward and squeeze just as Thomas pushed inside. The boys worked themselves into a sweat, and I could feel the orgasm building inside Thomas. I encouraged Dillon to jerk his little cock, and this prompted more of those sweet, high-pitched moans to escape his lips. In his pleasure, I was able to take greater control of Dillon and help him articulate those stray lust riddled thoughts to his brother. "I want to be your special toy, I love you so much." Dillon panted, adding the last little bit on his own. The words only encouraged Thomas to fuck his nine-year-old brother harder, until the sound of slapping flesh echoed in the room. I became concerned that their parents might hear, but I had to let the boys climax. "That's right Dillon, your body is mine now. I'm going to fill you with my cum." Thomas promised. Dillon turned around and replied, "Oh yes cum in me! And put all your juice in my mouth too. I promise I'll drink it all." He said, licking his lips for emphasis. "Oh yes, I'm going to give you all of it." Thomas said, shocked and excited by his brother's sudden lustful turn. "Oh yeah!" Dillon said with delight, needing no further coaching from me his hand became a blur on his little cock. Thomas began to arch his back and nearly shouted "I'm going to cum!" I seized control of Dillon's speech again and pleaded in his prepubescent voice, "Do it! Cum inside me!" Dillon wasn't sure why he said those words, but it excited both him and his brother just the same and Thomas happily obliged. Dillon gasped when he felt Thomas's body shudder, before ejaculating his thin preteen almost translucent cum deep inside his tight little hole. This sensation pushed Dillon over the edge, as his very first dry orgasm rattled his small body and further pleasured his body. Thomas clutched his brother's body tightly and gently let his shriveling cock to slip out of hole, before picking him up and carrying him over to his bed and laying him down. Thomas climbed on top of him, gently brushing the curly locks of hair from his face then kissing him passionately on the lips. "I love you so much bro." He whispered, causing Dillon's eyes to sparkle with happiness. I let my voice retreat from their minds, so they could share their special moment in peace. As I retreated for the evening, I detected their thoughts about Friday night and the attractive teen boy that would be babysitting them all evening. I encouraged them to fantasize about the older boy, and determined I'd return to their subconscious Friday night because I felt both of them would benefit by learning to please someone older, more confident and tougher. I had little doubt the older boy would further introduce the boys into the pleasures of perversion, with my diligent guidance and encouragement of course.