Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2018 00:46:11 +0000
From: Leonard <leonardwriting@gmail.com>
Subject: Wanna Play Pac-Man?

Wanna Play Pac-Man?
T/b, hypno
By Leonard - leonardwriting@gmail.com

SYNOPSIS
In the early/mid '90s, the new boy in town comes into a bustling arcade.
The games he ends up playing are not what he expected.

STORY NOTES
This is one of many stories I've written.  Feel free to contact me at
leonardwriting@gmail.com for more information about my other stories, which
touch on a number of themes involving boys.

Special thanks to Hypnoboy6969 who provided the inspiration for this story.
You can check out his story, The Sessions, at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-sessions/

All of the characters in this story are fiction.  Please support Nifty to
sustain a source for these stories!


WANNA PLAY PAC-MAN?

The Arcade Palace was pretty much the neighborhood hang for a lot of us
kids.  It was loud, noisy, and glorious. The sounds of dozens of games were
always running.  Lights were flashing.  You could hear the taps of
oversized buttons, the swing of joysticks swung wildly left and right,
shouts of joy and cries of frustration as games were won and lost by us
kids.

I was sixteen, and the Palace was pretty much my favorite place to be.  If
I had more money, it'd have been better, but that was always a problem for
my family.  I had wits, I had ideas, but money... not for us, no.

It was about a year ago that I got to switch from coming in once a month to
almost every day.  One of the machines had broken, just got totally
useless, and the owner was frustrated becacuse he knew how much it'd cost
to get it fixed.  I offered to take a look, and I'm pretty good with
computers and stuff like that, and that night I managed to get it working
again.

He was so happy, he offered to pay me - but I took some of that pay in
unlimited games, in exchange for continued repair services.  I got to know
those games pretty well playing them, and fixing them up.  In some ways, I
felt like I owned the place

Anyway, this is all backdrop.  You'll see why it's important in a minute.
But on this day, what caught my attention was not the games.  Because on
this day, the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen came into the arcade.

How can I describe this kid?  He looked to be about twelve.  He had brown
hair and dark eyes, with a fiery, awesome energy to them.  I watched him
play Mortal Kombat for a while, and his eyes darted around the screen with
focus, intensity, and passion.

He was lean, a little bit lanky, with an easy grace to his movements.  His
arms swung with abandon when he ran across the floor from one game to
another.  His long legs blurred as he ran, smiling widely the whole time,
his long, white, beautiful front teeth showing in his joy.

His skin was young, smooth, unblemished.  It was a little bit off-white;
the kid was clearly Hispanic, and that gave him a sense of being different,
an exoticism that made him all the more attractive to me.

I knew that this was the moment I'd been waiting for.  It was time to
finally act, even if I was terrified, worried that something would go
wrong, that my plan wouldn't work.  After all, I hadn't tested it.

But I had to try.

I walked up to where he was playing Mortal Kombat.  He'd just finished a
round.  "Hey," I said, casually, even though I had butterflies in my
stomach.  "Mind if I join in?"

The boy turned, looking up at me with those deep eyes.  It was what I'd
hoped for.  He saw an older kid, and he assumed I was cool.  I had decided
he was worth paying attention to in this arcade.  "Sure," he said.

I put in my quarters.  "Round 1," the voice called.  "Fight!"

He was playing Johnny Cage, while I selected Scorpion.  The characters were
not without their resonance for us.  Johnny Cage had a powerful groin punch
move, and I can't deny I let him use it on me once or twice.

I don't think he understood the real significance of that, which made me
enjoy it even a bit more.

But Scorpion... Scorpion would throw his spear, and it would hook the
opponent and reel them in.  I loved imagining this boy, this slender,
active boy getting hooked by my spear and reeled into me.

Once reeled in, his character would rock back and forth, dazed and
helpless.  Another position I'd love to see this little Hispanic kid in.

Of course I had to uppercut him at that point.  I didn't want to.  I wanted
to just imagine him there, rocking back and forth, ready for
anything... but he'd get suspicious if I didn't do the "right" move.  I had
to be satisfied with his body flying up into the air, bent over until it
thumped on the ground.

I won the first round.  As the game was resetting, I casually asked him,
"first time here?"

"Yeah," he said.  "We just moved here."

The second round started.  He was focused.  I was definitely better than
him, but he'd honestly gotten frustrated with his early loss, and so I let
him pull ahead and just barely defeat me.  The boy pumped his fist in
victory "Yeah!" he said, as Scorpion lay on the ground.

I turned to look at him, seeing a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
He'd been trying hard to impress me.  "You're pretty good," I said,
noncommittally.

"Thanks," he said.

Round 3 began.  We fought hard, and I made some mistakes.  But I got him,
just barely, at the end.  My spear hooked into him and drew him up to me.
I let him rock back and forth, his health almost at zero, for a moment
longer than I needed to.  Then a simple punch was enough to fell him.

"Oh man!!!!!!" he shouted.  "I thought I had you!"

"FINISH HIM" the game called.

"Yeah, well," I said, as Scorpion executed his gory move, pulling out his
target's spine.  "You're not that good."  Just enough to provoke him, I
thought.

"I bet I could win!  We had this game back at home, I'm really good at it!
I'm just not used to this machine."

"Maybe another time," I said.  "Don't your parents want you home?"

"Nah," he said.  "They're unpacking.  They need, like, a few hours."

"Oh yeah?  All right, I'll tell you what," I said.  "I'll play another
round.  If you win, then I'll pay for your next game.  But if I
win... let's go play Pac-Man."

"Pac-Man?" he said.  "Seriously?"

"Only if I win.  What, are you scared?"

"No!" he said, shoving in his quarter defiantly.  "'Course not."

"All right then," I said, putting my own quarter in.  "Let's do it."

I won't bore you with the details.  I beat him.  I still let him do well,
since I wanted him to like me.  I won the first, he won the second, and
then I won the third match.  One finishing move later, and we were off to
play Pac-Man.

"C'mon," he said.  "Why do you want to play Pac-Man?  Look at all these
games!  This one's so old."

"Nah," I said, "it's a classic."  I reached out and touched his shoulder as
I guided him to the game.  I could feel his warmth, feel the bones shift
underneath my hand as he moved over.  "I promise you, you'll like it."

So, this was the moment.  I'd been working months on this.  The game
started normally as the "wooka wooka wooka" sound of Pac-Man moving around
on the screen and eating the little energy balls surrounded us.  The simple
game took up all our concentration as our reflexes took over, but I still
watched him as we played, and when I saw his focus get really intent, that
was when I sprung the trap.

You see, I'd read about hypnosis.  You can't hypnotize someone who doesn't
want it.  But I made the hypnosis part of the game, part of the game he
desperately wanted to beat me at, to show me after beating him at Mortal
Kombat.  He was intent, he was focused, he wanted to pay attention, and
that was all I needed.

On my controls, I keyed in the button presses and joystick motions that
would activate the program I'd placed inside the Pac-Man machine.  My
figure moved strangely around the screen while I was putting in the code,
and the boy laughed at the motion of my figure.  But it didn't matter.

Once I'd finished, the screen started to flash.  It was still the game, but
now the energy pellets we picked up started to turn different colors, to
flash on and off the screen.  The ghosts started to move, ignoring the
walls, following new patterns.  The Pac-Man sprites started to turn,
slowly, mesmerizingly in circles, getting larger and larger.

The boy stared at the screen as the images I'd programmed into the machine
played in front of him.  His hands, soft, beautiful, sat idle on the
controls.  His deep brown eyes widened.

"Can you hear me?" I asked the suddenly still boy.

"Yes," he answered, tonelessly.  I saw a little bit of drool start to flow
down his chin.  Taking a furtive glance around to be sure no one saw, I
reached up and rubbed it off, feeling his soft, warm skin underneath my
fingertip.

"This is level 1," I told him.  "There are five levels.  When you reach
level 5, you will obey me in all things.  Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Each time you see this screen follow this pattern, you will instantly fall
into a trance.  When you are in this trance, you will obey what you are
told.  When you reach level 5, you will obey any command you are given, no
matter what it is.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," he intoned.

"Good," I replied.  "Your commands for level 1 are simple.  You trust me.
More than anything, you want to be my friend, because I'm cool and older
than you.  You love the Pac-Man game, and you'll play it whenever I suggest
it.  Will you obey?"

"Yes," he said, with a slight nod.  His perfectly parted hair bobbed
slightly on his head with the motion.

"Excellent," I said.  "Your final command is that you will not remember
being in this trance.  Now, watch the screen closely."  I tapped another
sequence of controls, and the colors changed, getting slower and slower,
lulling him into a quieter and quieter trance.  His eyes widened, his jaw
dropped, and his hands fell listlessly to his side as the colors and images
imprinted my commands deep into his subconscious, to be obeyed above all
else.  They were simple enough commands; they should work at Level 1.  He
had no reason to resist them, after all.

Finally the sequence ended.  He stayed at the screen for another moment.

"Wha--" he finally said.  "What happened?"  He shook his head, as if to
clear the webs out of it, and he drew his sleeve up to his mouth to clean
off another bit of boy-drool

"I beat you, silly," I said, "of course."

"Oh," he said, looking a little dispirited.  Then he brightened and smiled
up at me.  "Want to play again?'

It was too soon to go to Level 2.  He needed at least 15 minutes for Level
1 to sink into his subconscious before we proceeded to Level 2, and I
didn't want to play Pac-Man that whole time.  "Maybe in a little bit," I
said.  "Want to get a drink?"

"Sure!" said my new best friend.

"C'mon," I said, putting my arm around his shoulders.  I felt him tense
slightly, but he liked me, so he let it go, and I got to feel his gentle
boyish wamrth.  With my arm guiding him, I walked him to the vending
machines.

"Whaddaya want?" I asked him.

"A Sprite?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered, buying him a Sprite and one for me too.  We popped the
cans open, hearing the satisfying whoosh of air leaving the cans.

For a moment, we both sipped, standing there, two friends.  "What's your
name?" I asked him, at last.

"Mathias," he answered, smiling up at me.

"I'm Chris," I said, extending my hand to shake.  "Pleased to meet you."
His hand was cold from holding the Sprite can, but I loved the feel of it
in my own hand.

"Do you come here a lot?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered.  "I help fix the machines sometimes, too."

"No way!" he said, eyes widening.  "That's so cool!"

"Yeah," I said, grinning.  "So you just moved here?"

"Uh-huh.  Got in yesterday.  My parents told me to get out of the house, I
was running around too much.  They said I was bothering them."

"Nah," I said.  "You seem like a cool kid."

He beamed up at me "Oh man, you're so awesome!"

"You're pretty awesome yourself," I said, and little Mathias was on cloud
nine.  "You have any friends here yet?"

"Not really," he said.  "Just me and my parents."

"Nah," I said.  "Let's be friends.  Want to play more Pac-Man?"

I don't know if I'd ever seen such pure joy on a face before, but it really
lit up with excitement.  Maybe it was that we were friends; I'd programmed
him to want that.  Maybe it was playing Pac-Man again, a game he now loved.
Whatever it was, he was so happy.

"Yes!" he said.  "Let's go."

We walked back over after we'd finished our Sprites, my hand once again
around little Mathias' shoulders.  He walked happily in my grip, and we
came up to the console I'd worked so hard to prepare for this.  We each
slipped in our quarters.

The game began, the familiar wooka-wooka-wooka sound washing over us, and
it didn't take long for me to activate the hypnotizing sequence again.
Soon, Mathias was again in a trance, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at
the screen.  God, the kid was so beautiful.

"Mathias," I said, to the spellbound boy.  "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Chris," he replied.

"Mathias, this is level 2.  In level 2, I can now control your physical
responses to things.  All right?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Tell me, Mathias," I said, my heart pumping, "has your..."  My voice
caught for a moment.  "Has your penis ever gotten... hard?"

The sound of the twelve-year-old's voice was like music.  It showed none of
the depth of puberty; it was still young and high-pitched.  "Ummm... I
don't want to talk about it," he said.

He was blushing furiously, an incredibly cute sight as he stared at the
screen.  I found myself desperately wishing for stage 5 already.

"That's all right, Mathias," I said.  "I think that was answer enough.  Do
you know what aroused means?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Very good, Mathias, very good," I said.  "Level 2 is about controlling
your subconscious responses, so here is what I am going to do.  From now
on, whenever I snap my fingers, you will become more aroused, do you
understand?"

"I... yes," he answered, blushing more furiously.

He was so cute when he blushed.

"Good," I said.  "The more I snap my fingers, the more aroused you get.
You can get very, very aroused when I snap my fingers.  More aroused than
you've ever been.  Your penis can get very, very hard.  There's no limit.
All right, Mathias?"

"I... I guess," said the entranced boy.

"Good," I said.  "Just like before, you won't remember this trance.  All my
other commands from last time still hold.  Now, watch the screen closely."

I keyed in the sequence, and soon the end of level 2 sequence came up.
Again, the slower- and slower-moving hypnotic sequence on the screen gently
moved my commands deeper and deeper into his mind, implanting them until
they were a fundamental part of his being, until they were as much a part
of him as any other thought.  Then the program ended and Mathias snapped
out of it.

"This game is so weird," he said, dazedly.

"It's really intense, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said.  "I want to play again!"

"Let's do something else for a little while," I suggested.  "Maybe some
pinball?"

"Um, all right," he said.

This time I took his hand to lead him there.  I liked holding it.  I liked
how subversive it felt.  He didn't want to make his only friend mad, didn't
know what it was like, so he let me hold his hand.  We got to the pinball
machine.

"You ever played one of these before?"

"Just a little," he said.

"Go ahead," I said.  "I'll help you."  I slipped a quarter into the
machine, and the balls loaded.

He launched the first one, pulling back on the spring-loaded handle and
then launching it into the machine.  The ball started to ricochet around
the table.

I saw him blink in surprise the first time I snapped my fingers, and twitch
his pelvis a little bit back and forth.  He was wearing these gray athletic
shorts, and I swear I saw a bit of motion in there, but I'm not sure.
Still, the boy tried to ignore the sensation and kept playing.

He was all right at the game.  Or, at least, he didn't make too many stupid
mistakes.  He hit the paddles well, tossing the silver ball back up into
the table.  I snapped my fingers again, and I watched him twitch in
response

The third time I snapped my fingers, I saw him shift his weight
uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  The fourth time, his eyes
definitely widened.  He was feeling it.  I looked down at those loose
shorts, and there was now a clear tent to the fabric.

*snap*

The boy gasped.  The tent got larger.

*snap*

His hand twitched.  His erection was powerful now, close to fully
elongated, and his head shook back and forth a few times to try to clear
itself.

*snap*

"Ohhhh..." he moaned, and the timing of my snap, just as the ball was
coming down, meant that he missed it and it fell into the machine.  One
life down.

"You're not too bad at this," I said.  "Want me to teach you to be better?"

"Ummmmm..." he said, nervously, "sure."

"Awesome," I said.  *snap* *snap* *snap* "I'm excited," I added.

Little Mathias's face was flushed now, his cheeks a glowing red, and he was
breathing heavily.  His shorts were tented obscenely for a twelve-year-old.
I saw him move away as I started to walk towards him, trying to hide his
erection

"No," I said, "stay there, at the machine."

"Ummm..." he said, "could I go just for a minute..."

"You're in the middle of a game," I said.  "It's fine."

"A-all right," he said, nervously.  He stayed at the game.

I walked up right behind him, pressing my crotch against his back, and I
bent down over him.  "You see," I said, "you keep your hands in position,
and I'll press the buttons to flip the paddles with you.  That way, you'll
learn to get the reflexes."

I could feel his warm, aroused little body up against mine.  He was
breathing heavily and tense.  I bent over him, and his head pressed lightly
into my chest.  My hands came down over his, feeling their smooth, lithe
fingers, as we hovered over the two buttons.

"Are you ready to launch the ball?" I said.

"Y-yeah," he said, stuttering.  I could feel his nervousness as he reached
for the rod.

"No, wait," I said.  "You have to get things just right when you launch
your balls," I said, amusing myself with double entendres that flew right
over his head.  "Too hard, and you they fly all over the place.  To light,
and they don't get stimulated.  You have to touch them just right, so they
go right where you want them."

"Um..." he said, "all right."

"Show me how you hold the shaft."

He gripped it, read to launch the ball.  I could see his hand shaking,
maybe with arousal, maybe with nervousness.

"Mmmm," I said, "not bad.  "But that's not quite right.  Slide your hand
up?"

He slid his hand up along our new phallic symbol.

"Oh, oh," I said, snapping my fingers once, "too far.  Move it down."

His grip slid down the shaft.  "No, wait!" I said, another snap to my
fingers.  The poor boy moaned at that snap.  "Up a little bit, slide your
hand up."  God, this was too much fun.

"Right there!" I announced, with a sudden snap to my fingers to emphasize
it.  "Perfect!"  I saw the boy heave with a deep breath at the latest snap,
his erect penis pushing desperately at those stretched athletic shorts.
"You got it just right."

Gently, I laid my hand on top of his.  "Now," I said, "let's pull back.
You have to use just the right amount of force.  You wouldn't want to blow
your wad too hard on your first time."  With my hand laid softly over his
warm, perspiring hand, we pulled back, and I felt the tension in his
muscles.  We got it just right.  "Now," I said, "release your load!"

We let go, and the ball shot up into the board, landing perfectly in a
double point score.  "See!" I exclaimed, snapping my fingers twice in
happiness, "perfect shot!"

"Guhhhh," grunted the flushed boy as new waves of arousal rocked his body.

With my hands over his, and my head buried in his hair (he smelled of
Johnson & Johnson), we played pinball.  I loved the feel of his warm,
nimble fingers underneath mine.  Gently, I pressed down whenever the ball
approached, and the flippers shot it back up.

At one point, we managed to complete a circle of lights that got us 100,000
points.  "Yes!" I shouted.  He smiled, pumping his fist, and I snapped my
fingers three times in celebration.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." he groaned, bending over as his erection got impossibly
harder.

"You're really good at this," I praised him.  He smiled through the strain,
but he was too aroused to talk.  I felt one of his hands start to move away
from the flipper, as if to try to rub himself, but I held it firm.  "You
have to keep your hands on the flipper," I said.  "Otherwise you lose the
whole game."

"Uh... o-okay," he mumbled.

We played a little bit more, doing well, but eventually we lost another
ball, and it went down the gap.

"Awww, man," I said.  Lightly, easily, I snapped my fingers just once.

"Muuuuuuh," he moaned, an instantaneous response to my snap.  I could feel
waves of heat from his powerful arousal, but I didn't think he would cum
without actually touching himself, and I was determined to keep that from
happening.

"Let's see you play this last one yourself," I said.  "I feel like you're
having trouble staying focused, though.  It's really important to stay
focused on your task, otherwise everything gets all soft and you'll lose
all your progress, y'know?"

"Um," he said, "s-sure..."

"Now," I said, "we have to give it a good, hard launch.  Get to know the
machine.  Run your hand along the shaft a few times."

Mathias was so confused, and so aroused, that he just did as he was told,
even though he didn't know why.  Gently, the boy masturbated the pinball
machine until I told him it was all right to go on.

"Now launch it," I said, "good and hard."

The violently aroused boy launched the ball, and it arced up into the
machine.  As it started to climb, I snapped my fingers.

"Muuuuuh..." he moaned, right on cue.

Sweat dripped from the trembling boy's forehead as he played.  I told him
again and again to focus, and I made sure to only snap my fingers when the
ball was up, in no danger of falling down.  I wanted this to keep going.

*snap*

Mathias shuddered.  His hands jerked on the controls.

*snap*

"Ohhhhhhh..."  The boy humped his hips, gray athletic shorts swinging in
the air.

*snap*

The boy's breathing was intense, deep, gasping breaths as he tried
desperately to keep focus to impress his friend.

*snap*

Mathias, eyes wide, nearly out of control, started to hump his hips into
the machine, trying to stimulate his immature little cock against the hard
plastic coin slots.

*snap*

He started to rub his cock against the ball launch shaft, pushing the shift
desperately into the soft flesh of his pelvis, I think even up against his
little balls.  The actual metal ball, meanwhile, fell out of play,
forgotten in Mathias' heat.  He didn't seem to notice as he kept trying to
push the shaft into his penis.

*snap*

Little twelve-year-old Mathias actually mounted the pinball machine, his
little mind overwhelmed with the desire I had implanted in it.  He gripped
it on both sides with white-knuckled hands and forced his crotch into it,
again and again, literally lifting himself up off the floor as he humped
and humped and humped it.

"Oh!" he was crying out.  "Oh!  Oh!"  In the noise of the arcade, I don't
think anyone noticed; it was getting later on a weekday and there wasn't
anyone else on the pinball machines.  But I didn't want him to cum, not
yet.  I walked up to the horny little animal named Mathias and I put my
hands on his shoulders, pulling him off the machine.

"He..... oh," he said, suddenly embarrassed.  I'd gotten there in time; his
flaming erection still tented obscenely out of those shorts.  "I... uh..."
He looked around.  "I should go..."

"You sure?  You should stay!"

"No, I..."

"Why don't we play another game of Pac-Man?"

"Ummmm..." he said.  My command to always want to play Pac-Man with me
warred with his embarrassment and his need to find somewhere quiet to jack
off (if he even knew what jacking off was yet).  But the command won out.
"All right," he said.

"Great!" I said, snapping my fingers once in happiness.

"Mmmmmm..." moaned the sweaty, red-faced boy as I saw his hips twitch once
more.  He followed me to the game.

We returned to the machine and started to play.  Once again I keyed in the
sequence.  Once again, Mathias, penis still pulling at his stretched
shorts, fell into a trance.

"Level 3," I told my young Hispanic charge, "is emotions.  I now have
complete control over your emotions, isn't that right, Mathias?"

"Yes," he answered me.

"Great," I said.  "Now, Mathias, the first emotions I want to talk about
are shame.  Around me, from now on, you feel no shame.  You will show me
anything, do anything with me, and you will never feel shame or discomfort.
Do you understand?"

"Yes," he answered, his usual high-pitched voice showing extra strain with
his massive arousal.  "I will feel no shame."

"Second," I said, "is that you will feel pleasure whenever I praise you.
Anything I praise you for will feel great, and you'll want to do it again.
Understood?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Third," I continued, "when we play video games, you will really enjoy
playacting whatever happens in the games with me, all right?"

"Yes," he said.

"Finally," I said, "you will not feel uncomfortable or weird no matter how
I touch you."

"All right," he said.

"Excellent," I said.  "Now, as usual, you will not remember anything from
this trance.  Got it?"

"Yes."

I hit the controls.  Again the colors slowed, and mixed, and Pac-Man spun
around in a hypnotic circle, and my Level 3 commands sunk into Mathias's
subconscious.  The drooling, erect boy stared at the screen, until
everything I said had become completely a part of him.

Mathias shook himself.  "I always get so into this game," he said.

"Yeah, Mathias," I said.  "You really like it."

"I guess!" he said.  "Want to play again?"

"Not right now," I said.  "What about another game of Mortal Kombat?"

"I'm still kinda feeling weird," said the kid, subconsciously running his
hand over his erection.

"Nah," I said, "c'mon, let's play a bit.  You'll be fine."

"All right," he said.  "I guess."

There we were, Mathias and I, playing again.  Again he was Johnny Cage.  I
played Scorpion again, and now I had no mercy.  My spear shot out and
dragged him in, and Johnny Cage stood there, listing from side-to-side, at
Scorpion's mercy.  I threw Johnny Cage all over the board, getting up close
so that I could toss him.  Poor Mathias was so distracted by his erection
that it was hard to focus, but I made sure to praise him for how he played.
With my commands, that ensured that he enjoyed it.

Instead of pulling out his spine, my finishing move was simply to walk
right up to him and throw him.

We played one more time, again with effusive praise for me, this time as
Sub-Zero.

"Awwww," he said, when it was done.  "I lost again.  It wasn't even close."

"It's all right," I said, "you did great."  With a smile, I snapped my
fingers four times.

"Oh-OH!" he shouted, suddenly holding his crotch.  "Oh, I..."

I snapped my fingers again.  He gasped, and started to rub himself.

"Wait," I said, grabbing his hands.  Mathias, little warm hands held by me,
was unable to rub himself, but he still tried to hump his pelvis into my
thigh.  "You can't rub yourself in public!"

"I'm sorry," he gasped, "I... I just... I needed... I'm sorry."

"It's all right," I said.  I smiled at him, then snapped my fingers as if
suddenly realizing something.  "Hey, I know somewhere we could go!"

"Mmmmm... okay.... wherever...."  Mathias was in a haze, lost in his
desires.

"C'mon," I said, grabbing his wrist.  There was a locked back room, and
together we went there.  It had a couple of broken games that I was
supposed to fix at some point.

"What's wrong?" I asked the sex-starved little boy, when we got to the back
room.

"I... um..." he said, "I don't know, I'm, like... let me show you."

Little Mathias had no shame around me, not anymore.  He pulled down his
pants, and there was his overwhelming boner.  On this boy, it was about
three and a half inches, but fuck it was throbbing.  That thing was hard
like you wouldn't believe, and the tip was red from rubbing against his
underwear.

"That looks serious," I said, and I reached out to touch it.  I lay a
single finger on it, pressing it down into his belly and then letting it
bounce out until it pointed out from his pelvis again.  Mathias moaned at
the touch on his private little boner, closing his eyes and rolling his
head back and forth.

"Wow, boy," I said, giving a quick snap to my fingers, "that is some
boner."  I watched as it jumped and jerked at the snap of my fingers.  He
was so close, I swear another touch or two and he'd blow his load.

"So Mathias," I said, "what do you usually do when you get hard like this?"

"I, um, I dunno," he said.  "I kind-of just wait for it to go away."

"Really?" I said.  "You know there's something you can do to make it go
away faster and make it feel really good?"

"L-like what?" asked the innocent boy.

"Tell you what," I said, pulling down my own pants.  "I'll show you if you
do the same for me."

The boy stared at my huge, throbbing penis.  He blanched.
"You're... you're.. showing me your thing!"

"Yeah," I said, cursing myself for not telling him to be comfortable seeing
me without clothes.  "It's normal guy stuff."

"Really?" he said, eyes wide.

"Yeah," I said.  I casually snapped my fingers and watched his erect penis
bounce in response.  "Do you want me to help you out?"

"Y-yeah," he said.  "Please... I really need it... it kinda hurts."

"All right," I said.  "You promise to do the same thing for me after?"

"Y-yeah," he said.

"You're a really good boy," I said, praising him, letting my command to
like my praise make him more comfortable.  There were a couple of blankets
nearby, dust covers really, for the machines.  I brought them out and laid
them on the floor.  "Lie down on these."

The boy, naked from the waist down, walked over awkwardly, taking small
steps because his gray shorts were around his ankles, but he made it over
and laid down.

I sat down next to him.  He was so pretty, it was amazing.  It wasn't just
his face, although his face was gorgeous.  Now that I could see his legs,
they were perfect.  Slender, with sloping calves and thin, well-formed
thighs.  I reached out and placed a hand on one of those thighs, relying on
my command that my touch would never seem strange, and I pressed into it,
feeling his flesh rise up around my fingers and palm.  It was warm and soft
and damp with the aroused boy's sweat.

At my touch, Mathias gasped and twisted his legs, bending them at the
knees, the touch a deeply sensual experience for him with his overwhelming
arousal.  I shifted my hand; he moaned and rolled to one side, and I moved
him to be on his back again

"It's not helping!" he said.

"It's all right, Mathias," I said.  "It's all right."  I snapped my fingers
three times.

"OHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, raising his hips up, bare butt rising off of the
blankets, as his erection cried out for release.  "Oh, oh, please help
meeee!"

I rolled my hand along his thigh, and the desperate boy moaned and twisted
underneath the touch.  "Ohhhhhhhhh!"

*snap* *snap*

Mathias pulled his knees up, almost into a fetal position, as his cock
twitched in the air.  "Ahhhh!"

"Now, Mathias," I said, "now you're ready.  Lay your legs down."

The boy, in a fog of arousal and need, obeyed.

I reached out and laid a single finger on his 3.5" boner.  He turned his
head up and howled just at that touch.  I had to look to make sure no one
heard, but the din of arcade machines had kept his yell private to just us.

Gently, I ran my finger along that erect boy's cock.  Mathias moaned as I
pressed into it.  "This isn't helping!" he cried out.

"Patience, Mathias, patience."  Now I gripped his tiny cock between my
thumb and forefinger and gave a single pull.  The now-lecherous child
twirled his body to the side and humped his pelvis into my hand.

Another tug on that beautiful, hard rod.  "OHHHHHHH!" he cried out again.
"Please, please, please!"  His hands pulled in.  His left hand started
rubbing against his belly, his right hand against his nipples in an
automatic response to his lust.

"No, Mathias," I said, "keep your hands off yourself."

"But..."

"Do it, Mathias, and I will help you."

"All right."

The boy, the innocent little Hispanic boy, was naive and innocent.  He
didn't understand what was happening to him.  He just knew he needed more,
he needed it desperately, and he needed a release.

Another pull on that hard, hard little cock.  "AHHHHHH!"  His chest heaved
with each breath.

I squeezed again between thumb and forefinger and gave that incredible
shaft of lust another pull.  "MMMMMM!"  He raised his bare knees up, shorts
still held between his ankles, curling up into a fetal position and rocking
back and forth.

"Mathias, put your legs back down," I said.

"What's happening to me?" asked the confused boy.

I took my hand off his cock.  "Uhhh!" he cried out.  I put my hands on his
knees and started to guide them back.

"C'mon," I said.

"Please," he said.

"Knees down," I insisted.  "I want to see your beautiful body."

"All right," he said at last, lowering them.  "Just keep going."

"You like it?" I asked.

"Y-yeah," he said.

"You like it when I touch your penis?"

"Yeah," he said.  "I... don't know but yeah."

I rubbed my hand along his thigh again and he moaned, rolling a bit from
side-to-side.  "All right, Mathias, I said.  "Get ready to feel very good."

"Please, please!" he gasped.

I grabbed his cock again and tugged.  "OH!" he cried out as his whole body
shook.  His tiny chest heaved with each breath.

I reached off and ran my hand under his shirt, along his stomach, picking
up a thick layer of sweat.  Using that to lubricate, I put my hand back on
his cock and started to pump it in earnest now.  The boy instantly started
heaving with each pump of my hands.

"OH!  OH!  OH!" he was crying out.  His stomach swelled up and down with
each desperate gasp.  His legs twisted and jerked at the sensations running
through his body.  His head lolled from side to side, and his toes clenched
as overwhelming pleasure shook his body to its core.  Again and again I
pumped that erect cock, stimulating it beyond anything he'd ever felt.

I knew he was about to burst.  With my free hand, I snapped my fingers four
times, then a fifth, then a sixth.  He was shaking and sweating and crying
out, a constant moaning, his eyes wide, his arms and legs flailing, his
whole body engaged in nothing more than feeling this overwhelming pleasure.
I pumped that boy's cock, Mathias' little virgin cock, again and again and
again, and then I snapped my fingers, over and over as I pumped him, and
the boy howled and raised up his pelvis and shouted with everything he was
worth, "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

There in my hand, that boy's cock exploded.  Cum burst out, flying through
my fingers, shooting out onto his shirt.  Again and again he raised his
hips in time with the thrusts as he let out more and more of his boy-cum, a
sticky, gooey mess that coated his shirt.  Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse... I
even prolonged it a little bit with a few more snaps as he came, and then
finally, finally finally finally, the boy was drained and his cum was
spent.

"Ohhhhhh..." moaned the gasping child as he writhed on the blankets.
"Ohhhhhhh... that feels... better..."

"Did I make you feel good, Mathias?" I asked.  Casually, I reached to a dry
part of his shirt and rubbed the cum off my fingers.

"Yeeeesssss," he gasped.

"Very good, my little Mathias?"

"Yessssss," he agreed again.

I shuffled up to his head and ran a hand through his hair.  "You were very
good too," I told him.  I saw him smile at the praise.

"Have you ever felt anything like that?" I asked the boy.

"No," he said, still dazed.  "I don't... think so.  What was it?"

"That was called an orgasm.  Do you think you can get up and give me one
now?"

"I... how?"

"The same thing I did to you.  By touching me on my penis."

"That sounds weird."

"You told me you would.  I'm hard, Mathias, I need your help."

"All... all right."

The boy clambered up, pulling his shorts up over those hairless, slender
legs.  I lay down on the blanket, and he sat down next to me.  "Now," I
said, "put your fingers around it."

"It's big," he said

"Yeah," I said.

"Mine's not as big."

"And I like it that way," I told him.  "It's very beautiful."

"Thanks," he said, blushing a bit.  The things that could still make him
blush!

"Now c'mon," I said.  "Wrap your fingers around it."

I felt the boy's gentle, warm fingers close around my cock.  They were
long, lithe fingers on beautiful hands.

"Now, raise your hand up and down."

Gently, the boy's warm hand started to slide up and down on my erect cock.
I was so hard, so hard from everything we'd done, everything I'd seen.  His
hand coasted along my cock and it was just the most heavenly thing I'd ever
felt.

"Squeeze me, Mathias," I said.  "Squeeze my cock in your hand."  His
fingers clenched.  "Tighter!" I called.  The squeezed tighter.  "Tighter!"
I said.  Again they were tighter, almost uncomfortably tight, but the
warmth and pressure and Mathias's sweat made it a truly delightful feeling.
"Yes, hold that, hold it!"  My cock pulsed in his hand.

"It's moving," said the innocent twelve-year-old child who had just
experienced his first-ever orgasm.

"Yes," I said.  "It'll do that when you make me happy.  Now ease up a
little bit and stroke it.  Move up on it."

His hand moved up.

"And down."

Down it slid on my hungry cock.

"Up."

Up it went.

"Down."

Down it slid.

"Keep going.  Just like that, Mathias, just like that."  I moaned in
pleasure as he ran that uncertain hand and those nervous fingers along my
cock.  He didn't know what he was doing, but that boy's warm hand and
innocence trumped everything.  Up and down.  Up and down went his hand.

The rhythmic stroking was driving me to new heights of ecstasy, but I
wanted more.  "Mathias," I said, "move your hand to the tip of my cock.
Grab it between your fingers and just squeeze a little bit.  Play around
with it like clay."

"This is really weird," he said.

"Please!" I said.

Mathias moved his hand up, now gripping my tip between his fingers and
massaging it, squeezing it, turning it between the sweaty pads of those
nimble fingers.  "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I cried out as he played with the most
sensitive part of my body.

"Put your other hand on my balls, please.  Hold them in your hand!"

"What?" he said.

"You're doing such a good job," I praised him, to make him more comfortable
with it.  "Please, keep doing a good job!"

His other hand reached out, holding my balls in his palm.  Curious, he
naturally started to play with them while his other hand fondled my tip
with his fingers.

"Yes, good, good, Mathias!" I called as pleasure rocketed through my body.
I felt pangs of heat like I never had before in my life.  This boy who had
just moved to town was going to do so much for me once we reached Level 5.
And now I was so close to satisfying my need.

"Go back to stroking, please!  Grip my cock in your hand and stroke it!"

"Your cock?"

"My penis!  Just do it, Mathias!"

Again that hand, that warm, sweaty hand with those lithe fingers wrapped
itself around my cock.  It stroked, rising and falling, rising and falling,
rising and falling as his other warm hand cupped my balls and played with
them.  Now I was the one lying on the blanket, bucking my hips, gasping in
overwhelming pleasure as someone masturbated me.  Mathias, my little
Mathias, was giving me pleasure like I couldn't believe.  Up and down, up
and down, up and down went his warm hand.  I was wrapped in it, covered in
it, overwhelming me, surrounding me.

"Yes, keep going!  Keep going!  Squeeze harder, keep going!"

Those nimble fingers worked, and squeezed, and played, and twisted.  "Oh!
I gasped.

I raised my hips up and down into his hand.  "Faster!" I called.  The boy
went faster.  "Faster!" I called again.  Still he went faster.  "Ohhhhh!"
Waves of pleasure flew through me.  I felt the fire building, building as
my cock throbbed in the boy's hand, as my sperm started to flow from the
balls he was massaging to the cock he was masturbating.  That hand, that
perfect hand!  I was awash in it, awash in the pleasure, awash in the
sensuous touch.  This boy's softness was my whole world in that moment.  If
he'd snapped his fingers, I would've been his.

I throbbed in his hand, another throb, I knew it was coming, another throb,
and then out shot a stream of cum that hit him right in the face.  He
gasped.  "Keep going!" I called, and miraculously he did as rope after rope
of cum flew out of my cock, landing now on my shirt, flowing along his hand
as it curled around and dutifully went up and down.  "Ohhhhhhh," I called,
as at last I was done, a wave of contented pleasure coming off me.

"What was that?" asked the boy whose virginity I knew I would be taking
soon.

"My orgasm," I said.  "Just like yours."

"What about this stuff that came out of you?"

"That's cum," I said.  "It comes out when you orgasm."  I sighed
contentedly.

"Are we going to keep doing that?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.  "Yes, I think we will."

"You did so incredibly well," I added.

He smiled, actually, and it was a wide, beautiful smile, showing off his
ample white teeth.  His cheeks ballooned outwards with the smile, such a
wonderful, innocent show of happiness.  He was luminous.

"But well get to that later," I said.  "For now, want to play another game
of Pac-Man?"

The boy, my little, hypnotized boy, my little Mathias, nodded.  Because of
course he did.  We dried off enough to be presentable, made sure to pull up
our pants, and we went out to play.

Mathias and I returned to the Pac-Man game.  Again we started playing,
again I sequenced the controls to bring him under the trance.  Soon, the
little hypnotized boy was staring at the screen again, mind ready for his
new commands.

"Welcome to Level 4, Mathias.  Are you ready?"

He nodded.  I looked at my little boy, my little hypnotized boy.  I saw the
faint traces of cum stains on his shirt, and precum on his athletic shorts.
I knew what was coming next and felt a stirring in my cock even though we'd
so recently exercised it.

"In Level 4, I now control all your desires.  I control what you want, and
what you don't want.  I can change either however I want.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes," responded the boy.

"All right, Mathias, good.  There are now two things you want.  The first
is to touch me.  From now, touching me has the same effect on you as when I
snap my fingers.  Got it?

"Yes."

"The other thing you want is... do you remember the white stuff that came
out of my penis just now?"

"Yes," he said.

"You want to taste it," I told him.  "You want to taste it and swallow it,
more than anything.  From now on, you want that.  Understood?"

"Yes."

"Excellent, you're such a good little boy.  Now, let me tell you what you
don't want.  What you don't want is to touch girls.  What you don't want is
to see girls naked.  From now on, you're not interested in girls.  They
don't arouse you.  Understood?"

"I..." he shivered a little as his brain fundamentally realigned itself.
"Yes, I understand."

"Excellent, my gay little Mathias.  As before, you won't remember this when
you wake up, all right?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Now watch the screen closely."

I keyed in the codes.  Soon, my new commands were layering deep into his
brain, implanted in his psyche.  They were now his life.

It was getting to closing time at the arcade when Mathias came out of his
trance.  I asked him when he needed to be home, and he still had time.  His
parents hadn't even set a deadline!  This was perfect.

I told the owner I'd stay and lock up, and soon Mathias and I had the whole
arcade to ourselves.  With the door locked, we had perfect privacy and
could do anything we wanted.  And there was something I really wanted to
do.

"Hey Mathias," I said, "remember that game of Mortal Kombat we played a
while ago?"

"Yeah, sure," said the boy

"Want to act it out?"

"Ok."  Just as I'd programmed him in Level 3, he wanted to recreate scenes
from the video game.  This was just the thing to get me nice and warmed up.

"Well," I said, "if you're going to play Johnny Cage, you should take off
your shirt, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said.  Off it came, and he dropped it to the ground.

"Now," I said, "Scorpion shoots out his spear!  It hits Johnny and drags
him in!"

Mathias playacted getting hit with the spear.  He tensed his body, back
arched, as if it had landed in him, and then he shuffled forward as I
"pulled him in," feet moving in small steps along the floor to bring him
right up to me.

"Now what happens?" I said.

"I'm dazed," he said, rocking his body back and forth as if helpless.

"Yes," I said.  And with that, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed
him on the lips.

"Hey!" he said.  "Scorpion didn't do that!"

"I guess not," I said, "but you're dazed, so there isn't anything you can
do about it, is there?"

"I guess not," he said, resignedly.  "You sure beat me a lot last time."

"C'mon," I said, "you're dazed."

My hot little barechested boy started to rock back and forth, and then I
kissed him again, deeply, my tongue going inside his little mouth.  Then I
pulled off and pretended to upper cut him, and he pretended to go flying.

"Now!" I said.  "Sub-Zero freezes you!"

I play-acted standing forward, throwing my freezing bulb.  Mathias
pretended to get hit by it, freezing in position exactly where he was.  I
walked up to my frozen little boy.

"Well," I said, pretending to have a deep Sub-Zero voice, "what should I do
with you now?"  I reached out and ran my hand along his belly.

"Ohhh," he moaned.  Just as planned, the touching had the same effect as
the snapping: between the kissing and this new touch, I saw another tent
developing in those gray athletic shorts.

"Oh, I think Johnny Cage likes it when Sub-Zero touches him like this."

My hand moved up the "frozen" boy's body, up to his chest.  Gently, I
started to run my fingers along a little nipple.

"No fair," he said.

"You're frozen," I said.  "I can do whatever I want to you."  Besides,
Mathias' erection was growing with every touch.  He was clearly becoming
more and more aroused as I played with his body.

My finger continued to move back and forth along his nipple, teasing it,
sliding the little bump underneath the tip of my digit.  Then I took my
hand and placed it flat on one breast, and I spread my fingers, using them
to squeeze and knead his flesh.  He was starting to rock back and forth as
his arousal grew, moaning softly with each touch.

Any resistance the boy had to being touched was crumbling under the
steadily more extreme arousal he was feeling, and besides, he was trying to
stick with this game of being frozen.  I leaned forward and put my lips
around his other nipple, sucking on it and rubbing my tongue along it.
Little Mathias was awash in feeling, guttural moans shaking loose from him
every few seconds.  Once again I had my boy in a hyper-aroused state.

My tongue flicked out again and again, pushing in on his little nipple,
then licking along it, rolling it from side to side in his warm, supple
flesh.  When I sucked on it, he shoved his chest forward to try to get more
of the feeling.  My other hand reached down, a finger pushing into his
innie belly button in the soft skin of his stomach, and I felt him gasp.

When I pulled off the randy boy, I looked down and I saw that sure enough,
his erection had grown back to throbbing proportions.  There were no
complaints when I reached under his shorts and cupped his ass cheeks.
After all, it was more touch, and more touch was more arousing for this
little boy.

Mathias rocked back and forth unsteadily as I continued to pleasure his
body.  Still he was "frozen," and still I toyed with him, licking him and
feeling along him and playing with his body.

Finally, I looked at my boy.  "I think its time for the finishing move,
don't you think?"

Mathias looked back at me.  Slowly, he nodded.

"Do you want to drink my cum, Mathias?"

He nodded again.  "Yes," he finally whispered.

"Then," I said, "play out the part where you're defeated."

Mathias nodded.  He started to rock back and forth, just like a defeated
character in Mortal Kombat.  He swung left and right, his head lolling
around in a circle.  I stepped up to the boy, a good foot taller than him.

"FINISH HIM!" I said in a deep voice.  Although in my head, I knew what it
really meant.  He would finish me.

I grabbed his bare shoulders, and pushed the rocking boy down.  He fell to
his knees.

I unzipped my fly and took my cock out of my pants.

"Open your mouth, Mathias."

"I..." he started to say.

"You want to drink my cum, don't you?"

He nodded.  He did.  I knew, because I'd programmed him that way.  He
opened his mouth, and I slid my cock in.

Mathias has the most beautiful smile.  You know that about him; I've talked
about it many times.  Well, it's not just that he has a magnificent smile.
His whole mouth is dextrous and flexible.  My cock slid in easily.

His lips were warm, full, and supple.  They wrapped firmly around my cock,
a beautiful seal to keep in the delicate warmth of his mouth.  I felt his
boy's saliva start to pool around it then, lubricating it as I felt his
tongue move in his mouth.

"Now, my boy," I said, "do a good job.  Don't let your teeth touch it.
Suck on it like a lollipop, and lick it with your tongue."

Mathias was trembling.  He was scared.  He didn't really know why he had a
cock in his mouth, or what it was for.  He'd done so much today that he'd
never expected to do, that he didn't understand.  He'd cum for the first
time in his life.  He'd masturbated another man, and gotten naked for that
man, and done much more.  The boy still didn't understand why he was
sucking a cock, but he knew that he wanted to taste cum, and he knew that
he wanted me to like him, and he was overwhelmingly horny from my
continuous touch.  The boy might've been confused, but it didn't matter.
He sucked.  He licked.

That boy's tongue is a divine thing.  The hypnotized Mathias was not a
master cocksucker yet (yet being the operative word), but his tongue was
warm and pliant and soft.  He ran it along my shaft and I shuddered with
pleasure.

Those lips, those warm lips closed in a seal around my cock and he sucked,
puffy cheeks bending inwards at the pressure as he pulled on the cock,
squeezing it, stimulating it, toying with it.  It was a divine feeling, a
sensation of pure, pure pleasure.

From his kneeling position, I saw him look up at me with those deep brown
eyes.  His dark, well-defined eyebrows curved up as the innocent boy looked
at me, his new master, even if he didn't fully know it yet.  I smiled down
at him.  "You're doing great," I said, and the praise had its effect.  He
redoubled his efforts.

"Keep licking," I told Mathias, and that supple tongue went to work, even
on the foreign, strange-tasting, maybe even disgusting thing lodged in his
mouth; he licked it.  His tongue ran back and forth along it, back and
forth, circling around, spreading his saliva all over my throbbing cock.

"Mathias," I said, "do you remember how you played with the tip of my cock?
Do that with your tongue.  Bunch it on the tip, squeeze me there!"  He
obeyed, and the boy's little muscle ran along the tip of my cock, massaging
it, squeezing it, soaking it in saliva.  I felt waves of pleasure rock
through my body as I humped my hips.

Grabbing the back of his head, I started to slide him gently back and forth
along my cock.  His deep brown eyes widened in surprise.  "It's fine," I
said.  "You're doing great.  Keep sucking."  Back and forth I bobbed his
little head on it, more and more motion to stimulate me, to give me more
pleasure.

Mathias, too, was starting to rock with pleasure.  Just my touch was
setting him off.  I could see his erection straining even more furiously at
his pants.  I knew how desperately he wanted to get off, but still the
kneeling boy sucked me.

My hands around his head, I moved him back and forth, back and forth along
my cock, sliding him on the saliva-wetted rod.  "Keep licking!" I called,
and the budding cum-slut did, running his tongue along my sensitive,
sensitive cock.  I felt fire race through me as more and more waves of
pleasure spread through me.  I humped my hips at his touch, at his motion,
at his sucking.  His mouth was so tight, so warm.  It was heaven itself.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, "this is fantastic!"  I could feel it coming up
soon, and I grabbed Mathias's head tighter, shoving him back and forth
along the cock as it pulsed and throbbed in his mouth.  I was so close.
"Suck harder!" I called.  "Harder!"  I saw Mathias' eyebrows knot in
concentration as he did, as I felt the pull, the powerful tug on my
embedded rod as he sucked at it for all he was worth.  "Harder!"  YES, I
felt his pull, his warm, wet pull as I bobbed his head, as his tongue moved
along it, as he sucked and sucked and sucked on this his first ever
blowjob.

"FUCK!" I called.  "Fuck, Mathias, yes, keep licking, swallow it all, drink
my cum, you know you want it!"  I erupted, my second of the day, thick cum
firing out of my cock and into his mouth.  I felt the new massage of the
swallowing boy as he eagerly gulped it down, knowing only that he wanted
it, that he wanted my cum.  Gulp, gulp, gulp went the twelve-year-old, each
time a new convulsion that sent new pleasure through me.  Shot after shot
of cum pushed out into his mouth, then oozed, and finally trickled as the
hypnotized boy-slut drank it all down.

"Swallow it all, Mathias," I told him, "and lick it clean."  The kneeling
boy did.

I gasped, the final waves of pleasure done flowing through me.  Mathias was
still horny, but I would deal with that later.  Right now, there was more
pressing business.

"How was that, Mathias?" I asked the new gay slut.

"Um," he said.  "Good, I guess.  It was weird.  But.. yeah."  He was
clearly very confused.

"Stand up," I told him, and he brought himself to his feet.

"I think we're almost done here.  Want to play Pac-Man?"

Despite all the weird things that had happened, all the strange events in
this strangest of days for dear little Mathias, my first-ever command held.
"Sure!" said the boy, excitedly.  He went to go get his shirt.

"Oh," I said, "I don't think you need your shirt.  C'mon."

"Um, all right," he said, slowly.

The two of us walked over to the Pac-Man game.  We put in our quarters.  We
started to play, and I did the dance with my Pac-Man that triggered the
control sequence.

"Now, Mathias," I said, "we are at Level 5.  In Level 5, I continued, "I
have complete control of every part of your brain.  Isn't that right?"

"Yes," he said.

"From now on," I said, "you will call me master."

"Yes, master," he said.

This was it.  This stunning boy was mine, completely and totally mine.  As
he stood before me in the empty arcade, sounds and lights from games
flashing across us, I knew that I could make him into whatever, into
whoever I wanted.  Whatever I told him now, that would be his reality.

Of course, I knew what I wanted from him.  I had been building to it, in
some sense, this whole time.  I wanted him to be mine.  My own boy.  My own
kinky sexpot.  A creature of desire who would love me and live to make me
happy.

"Do you love your parents, Mathias?" I asked.

"Yes, master," he replied.

"I want you to think about how you love them.  The warmth you feel.  How
you care for them.  How you love being with them."  I walked to behind the
boy, laying my hands on his bare shoulders, squeezing with my fingers.
"From now on, you love me twice as much.  Three times as much.  You care
about me, you love me more than anything.  Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, master," said the obedient boy.

"Now Mathias, what about sexually?  Have you ever loved a girl or a boy?"

"Ummm, sort-of, master," he said.  "Her name was Cynthia."

"Did you feel warm around her?  Did your little cock get hard?"

Mathias was still staring at the screen, the lights of it playing across
his face, tapping into his mind.  Although his voice showed no emotion, and
he didn't move, he still blushed.  "Yeah, I guess."

"From now on," I said, "all those feelings are only for me, Mathias.  You
feel them for me, but three times, no, five times stronger than you ever
felt them for Cynthia.  You love me like a parent and you love me like
you'd love a girlfriend.  You need me."

Mathias stared wordlessly at the screen as the commands imprinted in his
mind.

I squeezed his shoulders again, and his body rocked a little bit.  His
erection, which had been straining the horny boy's athletic shorts this
whole time, throbbed in his pants.

"From now on, Mathias, you are addicted to me, you need me," I said.  I
lowered my head to his, whispering in his ear.  "You think of me all the
time.  At home, in school.  You get horny just thinking about me.  You
always want to be with me, to be held by me, to have me do things to you.
You miss me always.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," he said.  Still standing behind him, I ran my hands along
his chest, letting my fingers drape across his smooth skin.  He responded
to the touch, moaning softly.

"All right, Mathias," I said, "now let's make things interesting.  "We're
going to be changing a lot about your little mind," I said, and I tapped
him on the head.  He stood there, in his trance, allowing whatever I wanted
to happen to him.

"Tell me, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Uh," he said, "an actor.  Like in movies and stuff.  Like Tom Cruise or
something."

"Mmm," I said, "nice.  But from now on, that's not what you want to be
anymore.  That's your second choice now.  From now on, Mathias, the thing
you aspire to, the thing you most want to be, that you hope to be forever,
is my slave.  It's your life goal to be my best little slave.  Isn't that
right?"

"Yes, master," he said, as his brain pathways rewired themselves.

"You wish I could just take you out of school and keep you to order you
around all the time.  It makes you hornier and hornier to be my slave.  To
obey my commands, it makes you hard."

The boy swayed under the grip of my hands.  I saw his cock twitch in his
shorts again.  "Mathias," I said, "do you know what `subservient' means?"

"Um, no, master," he said.  The magnitude of the changes happening to him
had finally broken through the trance.  His voice quavered slightly, even
though Level 5 held strong.  I could feel his elevated breathing in the
rise and fall of his little shoulders.

"`Subservient,' I said, "means to be used, to be inferior, to serve someone
else.  Whenever you do something subservient to me, it turns you on.  When
you kneel, it turns you on.  When you call me master, it turns you on.  If
you're on the ground and I put my foot on top of you, you get hot, because
I'm showing how I'm the master.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," he replied, his voice still quavering as the massive changes
to his mind started to take shape.

"In fact," I said, "from now on you can ignore my command to call me
master.  But you can still do it if you want."

"Yes," he replied, pausing.  Then he added, "master."  I saw his immature
cock twitch again.  He must've been so horny, he'd been devastatingly horny
before we even started this and now I was ramping him up even more.

I reached down to his cocklet, careful not to interrupt his view of the
screen, grazing against the fabric of his shorts with my hand.  I felt it
twitch; his body rocked back and forth, and even through the trance, his
need was so powerful that he moaned, a soft "wuuuuuuhhhh..." escaping his
lips.

"Mathias," I told him, as I withdrew my hand lest I trigger the cum.  "Your
need to be subservient is so strong, that when you're thinking about me in
school, that's what you're thinking about.  Kneeling to me.  Sucking my
cock.  The orders I'm going to give you that you must obey.  Okay?"

"Yes... master," he said.  I swear I saw him smile with that.  His
desperate cock twitched again in his pants and his body swayed.  He was
close, needy.

"But," I told the overwhelmingly horny child, "from now on, you can never
cum unless I give you permission.  No matter how horny you get, no matter
what you feel, no matter what happens to you, you never cum unless I let
you."

"Uhhhh..." he grunted.  "Yes, master," he said, again with his cock
twitching, again with his body swaying.  I reached down now, running my
hand more firmly along his crotch, knowing that I wouldn't accidentally
trigger his eruption.  His knees shook, crashing together, and his fingers
clenched on his thighs at the stimulation.  He seemed to close his thighs
together, then open them again, then close them, then open them, trying to
find that space for release.  I gave the hypnotized boy's cock another
twirl and he moaned.  More drool ran down his chin.

"There are some more things that are different now, Mathias.  From now on,
you love feet, and my feet especially."  I paused.  "You want to lick them,
to clean them with your tongue, to suck on the toes.  You could spend hours
just working on my feet.  Making them clean isn't just fun, although it is.
It doesn't just make you horny, although it does.  It makes you satisfied,
like when you beat a video game or finish a really hard math problem.  It
makes you fundamentally happy with everything about the world.  It makes
you feel accomplished, because you have cleaned your master's feet."

"From now on, your feet are one of the most sensitive parts of your body.
Any touch you feel there, it registers in your brain as ten times as
intense.  Whenever I touch or massage or lick your feet, it sends waves of
bliss through you like nothing else.  If I touch your feet with my tongue,
just the littlest touch, it instantly makes you the horniest little boy you
can be.  It makes you want more of it, more more more, and you need to cum
so badly when that happens, more than anything because it feels so good!"

"Yes, master," he said, tiny cock twitching through his shorts again and
again.  I was so horny, even though I'd just cum, I could hardly wait to
see this boy in action.

"Now," I said, resting my lower arms on his shoulders, "let's talk about
your nipples."  My hands ran down to his chest, grazing along his smooth
body, and he gasped.  I reached down my fingers to one of his nipples, so
flat, so tiny, and grasped it between thumb and forefinger, rolling the
tiny nub between them, back and forth, feeling his flesh give and squeeze
between them.

"Your nipples," I told him, "are like your feet.  They are sensitive to
every touch from me.  When I touch your nipples, you feel goosebumps
through your whole body.  It makes you warm and tingly with energy
spreading out through your chest, your tummy, your neck.  It feels soooooo
good.  You can feel the details of every touch, they're so sensitive, every
detail of my grasp, it roils your little twelve-year-old body to feel it
because it's so powerful."

Even through the trance, the hypnotized boy's face was flushed now, red
with blood flow as he felt the commands sink in and he felt my continual
touch on his nipple.  His head was rising and falling with each heavy
breath.  That little cock, which had already been twitching with each
little stimulation, was now just constantly writing back and forth, unable
to cum, a constant motion in his shorts as it sought release.  He started
to hump his hips back and forth, as if to put it into something, but there
was nothing there.  "Nnnnnnnhh..." he moaned.

"And when I lick your nipples," I continued in his ear, "it's more than you
can bear, it's so much pleasure, it's all you can think about.  When I lick
your nipples, there's nothing but that touch, the heat of it, the power of
it, consuming your whole body, your whole spirit, it is instantly the best
thing you've ever felt and it brings you to that horny place, making you
the horniest boy you've ever been."

"Yes," he gasped, "m-mas...ter."  His orgasmless little cocklet was going
crazy in his pants.

"Let me tell you some other things you like now, Mathias.  Other things
that make you horny."  I paused, letting go of his nipple.  No need to
confuse the command.  His squirming quieted slightly.

"From now on, you like being tied up.  It makes you feel subservient.  You
like feeling at my mercy, it feels so good."  I paused.  "You love doing
anything that gives me pleasure.  If I like it, it makes you happy and it
makes you horny.  You especially love sucking my cock and drinking my cum.
You love it when my cock goes up your ass."  I paused again, letting that
sink in.  "You love my armpits.  Oh, you think they're the best thing ever.
You love to lick them almost as much as you love to lick my feet,
especially if I've been exercising and sweaty.  You could be happy all day
with your head buried in my armpit, just licking it."  I paused, and smiled
down at the shaking boy.  "All okay?"

"Uhhhh..." moaned the boy.  "Y-yes, master," he said.

"From now on," I said, "you love showing off your little body.  Showing off
as much skin as possible.  You don't like wearing clothes, but you'll do
what you have to do in public. And in private, you love to show off for me.
It makes you feel subservient."

I placed my hands on his shoulders.  Somewhere in this boy, all of these
commands were settling in, reforming him.  He'd still be Mathias.  He'd
just have some different interests.  I massaged his shoulders gently.

"Two other things," I said.  "You will do everything possible to make sure
no one ever discovers that you're doing sex stuff with me.  You will hide
it perfectly.  It will be your secret."  I paused.  "And any command I've
ever given you or ever give you while in a trance, you will never think
about why they happen.  You'll never notice them or think anything is
unusual.  You'll never think it's weird you feel good when I praise you.
You'll never notice that snapping my fingers makes you horny.  You'll never
think it's strange that you want to serve me or that you call me master.
All right, Mathias?"

"Yes, master, yes."

"All right.  Then your final command is that you will not remember anything
in this trance.  Now, watch the screen closely."  I tapped the sequence of
commands to trigger the end of the hypnotic period.  He twitched softly,
quieting as the colors changed, getting slower and slower, lulling him into
a deeper trance.  I keyed in another sequence, to make the cool-down run
longer, to make sure those commands were firmly implanted into his
subconscious.  More drool ran down the unseeing boy's chin.  He stared,
eyes wide, taking in every pixel on that screen as it controlled his mind,
letting everything I'd done settle in.

As the command sequence finished, Mathias twitched slightly, staring at the
screen.  He just stood there, not responding to anything.  I had returned
to the controls next to him, and he startled when I spoke.  "Good game!" I
said.

"Uhhhhh..." he said.  "Yeah, uh, good game."

"You all right?" I asked.

"I feel weird," he replied, in a small voice.

"Maybe you should go home," I said.  "It is late."

"I, um..."  He looked down at his shorts and the massive tent in them.  "I
don't want to..."

"It's like 8:30, Mathias."

"My parents might be mad," he said, "but I want to stay with you!"

"Go home, Mathias," I said sternly.  "I'll be here tomorrow, all right?"

The boy looked up and down, taking me in sadly.  "All right," he finally
said, hanging his head, and I saw his cock twitch as he did that, the
little sign of subservience.  He started to walk out.

"Mathias!" I called.  "Don't forget your t-shirt."

"Oh yeah," said the bare-chested boy, smiling and blushing.  He ran back,
picked it up, and put it on.  Then he walked out with his explosive-looking
boner.

I could just imagine the dreams that kid was going to have tonight.

* * *

The next day, Mathias came back to the arcade right after school.  He stood
in the doorway, looked around, saw me, and ran over.  "Hey!" he called.
"M... Chris," he said.

I smiled.  He didn't remember ever calling me master, of course.  It was
just a fantasy he had.  Something that turned him on.

"Hi, Mathias," I said, playing it cool.  I noticed the giant boner in his
shorts, that he was not very good at hiding yet.  I smiled.  I wondered if
he'd been soft at any point since last night.

"How's it going?" he asked.  He casually, or as casually as he could,
reached up and tapped me on the back with his hand.  He just wanted that
touch, that contact, and it was completely transparent with this
twelve-year-old kid.

I pretended not to notice, and just replied, "good."

"Wanna hang out?" he asked, hopefully, looking up at me.

"Sure," I said.  "Whaddaya want to do?"

"I dunno," he said, meekly.  "Whatever."  He didn't want to tell me what he
really wanted, of course.  What he needed.

"Want to play some Mortal Kombat?"

"Uh, sure," he said.  It was something.

We went over to the machine and I put in the quarters.  Again he selected
Johnny Cage, again I selected Scorpion.  But this time, when we played,
there was a difference.

The boy was letting me win.

I'd launch my harpoon, and he wouldn't block it, letting it sink into his
character's body and drag his character into me.  Johnny Cage, shirtless,
would stand right next to me, rocking back and forth, helpless and dazed,
and little Mathias was staring at the screen mesmerized.  The second time
it happened, I saw him softly hump the game machine, desperate to
experience that subservience with me.

More than once, Mathias maneuvered his character to be right next to mine,
and then he'd duck down as if kneeling in front of me.  I would throw him,
tossing his body across the room, or I would kick low, and he'd fall.

It didn't take long for me to beat him.  I won both games, and he didn't
seem at all upset.  His character stood there, vulnerable, rocking back and
forth, waiting for my fatality.  Mathias stared at the screen, eyes wide,
taking in every detail.  I walked Scorpion up to Johnny Cage, just walking
against him, pushing my body against his, and Mathias stared. "Uhhhh..." he
moaned.  Just before time ran out, I gave Johnny Cage a quick punch and he
fell over.  "Guh," said Mathias.  He had reached down and was trying to rub
himself subtly below the game console.

"Hey," I said, turning to him and resting my hand on his shoulder.  He
blushed furiously.  "Want to go to my car?  We can go somewhere."

"S-sure," he said.  We walked together out to the car and got in, and I
started driving to a place near the edge of the woods.  We were going
steeply uphill.

"Um," he said after a while, "yesterday, we um, we, um, we did some stuff.
Could we, um, maybe do that again?  If it's all right?"

"You want to?" I said.

"Y-yes," he said.  "A lot."  His erection was impossible to ignore beneath
those shorts, and I don't think he was even trying.

"I dunno," I said.  "It was pretty dirty."

"Please!" he gasped.  "I'll do anything!  Make me do stuff, I'll do it.  It
felt really good," he said.  "Make me do stuff, please!"

Mathias was rocking back and forth in his seat, his bare legs jiggling in
the air.  I smiled.  "All right," I said, "we'll see."

"Th-thank you," he muttered.  "Thank you, sir."

I raised my eyebrow.  "Sir?"

"Uhhh... you're older than me," he quickly said.  "It felt like I should
call you sir."

I smiled.  "You can if you want to, Mathias," I said.

"Thank you, sir," he said, grinning.  His cock twitched violently in his
shorts.

"Um, sir," he said a moment later, "um, can I... can I touch myself,
please, sir?"

Oh, this was just too good to be true!  "You need my permission?"

"It's your car," he said, rationalizing his desire for a master as fast as
he could.

I chuckled.  "Well, all right," I said.  "Sure, you can."

"Thank you, sir!" he said quickly.  "Thank you!"  Instantly, right there in
the passenger seat next to me, he started to stroke himself.  Waves of
pleasure rolled through his body as he twisted and squirmed on the car
seat, legs dangling and turning in ecstasy as he felt those feelings course
through him again.

I continued to drive up to the spot I was aiming for with the furiously
masturbating, but unable to cum twelve-year-old in the seat next to me.  I
stole glances whenever I could.  Finally, I asked, "how was school?"

"Fine," he said, stroking his shaking cock as his body rocked with desire.

"Just fine?" I said.

"Ummm..." he said as his body responded to his constant ministrations.  "I
was thinking about other stuff."

"Oh yeah?" I pressed.

"Um," he said, "yeah."

"Like what?"

I saw his eyes widen.  "Uhhh," he said, "I guess, um, coming here to see
you again."

"To do what?" I asked.

"Uhhh..." he said uncomfortably, hand never leaving his cock.  "Stuff like
last time?"

"You want to fuck again."

His eyes widened at the adult word.  "I guess," he said.

"Mmmmm," I said.  "Say it for me.  Say, `I want to fuck.'"

Mathias looked back at me.  He smiled.  "Yes, sir," he said.  A jolt of
pleasure shot through his body.  "I want to fuck."

"All right," I said.  We were just about there.  I pulled off the road and
into a small place you could park the car.  "C'mon."

We stepped out and started to walk through the woods.  A little bit later
we got to the edge of a steep incline where the woods let out.  From here,
we could see the whole town spread out beneath us, and there was room for
us to both lay down on the grass.  I sat down, and Mathias sat next to me.

I reached out and I lay a hand on his shoulder.  Mathias almost purred.  He
leaned over, his body swinging into mine, lying against my chest.  I
started to stroke his hair and his face.  "Make me do stuff," he whispered
softly to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Make me do stuff.  Tell me to do things.  Please, sir," he said.

"Make you do what?" I asked, innocently.

"Whatever you want," he answered.

"All right," I said, smiling at the horny boy who was doing exactly what I
wanted him to do.  "Take off your shirt."

"Yes, sir!" he said enthusiastically.  Mathias immediately pushed himself
up, reached down, and pulled up his t-shirt.  He revealed his beautiful
bare torso to me, with his bare chest, tiny nipples, and smooth skin.

"Mmmm," I said, "nice."

"What should I do next, sir?"

"Come here," I said.  "Lay down on the grass.  Face down."

The warm afternoon sunlight shined down on us as I stepped up over Mathias
and squatted down, straddling his butt.  I reached down and I started to
massage his back, my hands digging into his skin, kneading it back and
forth.  I pressed into his back, pushing into the tension in his shoulders,
helping the boy let it out.

"Ohhhhhhh," he gasped.  He was content.  At peace, or mostly at peace.  As
I massaged him, the horny kid started to hump the grass, trying to get some
relief for his throbbing erection that had been denied for a whole day.

I continued massaging him, running my hands along that smooth boy's back.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Oh," he gasped, "yes, sir!"

I reached down then and grabbed the sides of his chest, turning him over.
He eagerly complied, letting his master turn him around.  I could see his
eyes closed as the sunlight washed over his bare skin.  The scene was
already perfect, but in his mind, I knew he was a slave.

I reached down and ran my hands over the newly-exposed skin.  Along his
neck, his tummy.  Finally, I ran up, and I swiped my hands along his chest,
and most importantly, his nipples.

Mathias' whole body reacted instantly to the touch.  He gasped, a huge
intake of breath.  He bent his back up, lifting himself off the grass.  He
wiggled his body back and forth.

"You want more?" I asked him.

"Yes, sir!  Please!" he said eagerly.

Again I ran my hands along his chest, a soft grazing.  "Woooaaaahhh..." he
moaned, his body lost in a sea of feeling.  "Oh my God," he gasped, after
the touch.  "More, please!"

"You want it?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, please!"

"Are you sure?"

"Please!  Yes, sir!" he gasped.  "Do it, sir!  Master!"

I ignored my new appellation.  Instead, I ran my fingers again along his
nipples and his body bucked and heaved beneath me.  Again I ran them
across, again he reacted.

I slid myself down his body a little bit and then I leaned down until my
mouth was just above his nipple.  With the slightest motion, I flicked out
my tongue and licked him, just a little bit.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out.  He rocked his body back and forth,
desperate for more of that feeling.  "Oh, master, more, please!  Please!"
His hands were clenched into fists and they pounded against the grass.
"Please, master, I'll do anything!"

Little Mathias was a mass of hormones and energy.  I reached down, and now
I licked across the other nipple.  "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, twisting
and spasming.  "Please," he gasped, "please!"

"You like it?"

"Yes, please, do more!"

I reached down and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking softly on it,
running my tongue along it.  Mathias wasn't thinking anymore.  His body was
just a rolling mass of feeling, rocking back and forth in complete ecstasy.
His mouth was wide open as he cried out in pleasure, his voice echoing out
through the hills.  (If anyone heard it, they'd think it was someone's
girlfriend given his still high-pitched voice.)  His body swung left,
right, left, right in sheer overpowering pleasure and need and lust.

"Oh God," he was saying as I sucked that unbearably sensitive nipple.  "Oh
God, oh God."  He was humping his hips wildly, anything to get more
sensation into his erogenous zones, the inexperienced sixth-grader swelling
with need he'd never known.  "Why can't I cum?" he finally gasped.

I licked him again, forcing more of the intolerable but necessary pleasure
on his body.  He twisted underneath me, head rocked back, howling out in
pleasure and frustration and need.  His arms and legs splayed out, jerking
loosely through the grass, all sensible motion forgotten.  "Guh," he
gasped.  "Guh, guh, guh."  He finally got control of his arms, and he
brought them in, grabbing the back of my hand, trying to force me down on
his nipple, anything to keep the sensation going.

Gently I pulled my head up off of the boy, despite the pressure of his
hands, and I reached up and held his wrists in mine, moving them off of my
head.

"Oh!" he gasped.  "Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to grab you... I'm
sorry master... please keep going!"  He was breathless, barely able to
string his words together.  He just needed more.  More.  More.  More.

Instead, I rolled off of him.

"Please, master," he wheezed.

I turned back to him, laying on my side in the sun, looking back at this
beautiful boy.  At Mathias.  He was staring at the sky, his torso bare, his
cock erect.  His skin was red with exertion and sweat, and he was breathing
heavily.

"Take off your shoes and socks," I said.

"Please... please master... more..."

"Take them off."

He turned, and he looked at me with wide eyes despreate with need.  "Yes,
master," he finally said.  He forced himself up into a sitting position.
He pushed off his Reeboks without unlacing them.  Then he leaned down and
pulled off his white socks, first on one foot, then the other.

"Now what, master?" he asked.

"Give me your feet," I said, as I lay there.

He swung around on his butt until his feet were facing me.  Then he scooted
around so they were right in front of me.  "All right, master," he said,
uncertainly.

I reached out with my index finger, and ran it along the sole of his right
foot.  It clenched as waves of pleasure soaked through his body once again.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he gasped as he felt the touch.  "Oh my God, here too!  Thank
you, master!"

I reached out with both hands now, massaging those feet.  I could see his
whole body react to the overwhelming touch, swinging back and forth in
mindless, spasmodic pleasure.  His body bucked as it was overwhelmed with
the sensations coursing through it.

"Oh God," he was crying.  "More, more!  Please more!  God I need to cum,
please!"

My fingers pressed into those soft feet.  I curled each toe beneath my
thumb, feeling the soft cartilage on the pads of his toes as I pressed into
it.  I grasped each little toe, swinging it back and forth.  He was
constantly crying out and gasping with pleasure, his whole body convulsing
in passion at the constant feeling it was engulfed in.  He tugged
desperately at his cock through his shorts, but nothing would let him cum
even as he experienced the most powerful feelings of his young life.

And then I leaned down, and I licked the sole of his foot.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  OH MY GOD!" he cried out.  His body jumped off the
ground, rolling all the way around as I held his foot, twisting in a
circle.  Even as I held his foot in my hand, he was on his stomach, his
fists pounding into the ground with frantic need.  "OH!  OH!  OH!" he cried
out as he spasmed, humping his hips into the ground, trying desperately to
finally, finally cum.

I leaned in again, and I licked the sole of his foot once more.

"OH!  OH NO!  OH IT HURTS!  IT'S ON FIRE I NEED TO CUM!  OH!  OH!"  Mathias
was nothing but his need, he was crying and sobbing with it, frustrated
need, pleasurable need, furious need.  He rolled back and forth on the
grass, pulling up tufts of it with his hands, gasping for breath, crying
out with desire that knew no outlet.  He humped himself again and again
into the ground, animal instinct seeking the release that he could not
have.  "OH PLEEEEEEASSSSEEEE MAAAASSSSSSTEEEEEERRRRRRR!"

I leaned forward and licked his foot again.

"WHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!" he cried out.  His whole body was
wracked with a violent shaking that came from deep within his psyche.  His
fingers dug into the soft dirt seeking any purchase, any hold on his
feelings.  His toes were splayed out in sheer, overwhelming bliss.

I licked his foot again.

It was too much.  His cries turned to whimpers, soft whimpers as he humped
the grass,silently sobbing into it.  "Oh," he moaned, "it feels so good,
just give me more..."  He just lay there, humping his erection like a spade
into the ground, his body an exhausted mess of need and passion and desire.

I let go of Mathias' foot then.  He sobbed quietly.  "No," he said, pushing
it back towards me.  Words were almost beyond the boy.  "M-more," he
sputtered.  "Master.  Please.  Need to cum.  More."

I crawled up to him, up to the exhausted boy, and I wrapped my arm around
his bare torso, holding him close, careful not to touch his nipples.  He
turned his face to me.  It was streaked with dirt, trails of tears and
drool outlined with a soft brown mud where it had stuck to him.  His eyes
were wide, soft, filled with need.  Mathias leaned forward, burying his
head in my chest, sobbing softly into it.  "Need to cum," he gasped into my
shirt.  I held him tight as I massaged his back, and he snuggled into me.

I held him like that for a moment, comforting the desperate, confused boy.
"Master," he was saying into my chest.  "Master."  Again and again.

Finally, I decided it was time to continue.  "Mathias," I said, "let me see
your face."

He raised his face up.  I took my arms off him for a moment, and he moaned,
but I used them to remove my shirt.  Then I took a corner of my shirt and I
stuck it into his mouth, soaking up some saliva, and I used it to rub his
face clean.  "You're such a beautiful boy," I said.

"Thank you, master," he said.

"Now Mathias," I told him, "take off your shorts."

"Can I cum?"

"Just do it, Mathias."

"Yes, master."  Even in his hyper-aroused state, his boner twitched at his
subservience.  He reached down and removed the shorts, sliding them over
his long, lithe legs and kicking them away.  His boxers were a deep blue.
They looked so clean they must've been brand new, except for the intense
precum stain that had built up on the front of them.  I could make out the
tip of his cock, the mushroom head outlined through the wetness in his
underwear as the fabric clung to it.

I reached down and grabbed the twelve-year-old's cocklet through his
boxers, squeezing it, feeling the precum slide against his skin underneath.
Back and forth I rolled my hand along it.  He bucked his hips into me,
moaning with pleasure.  "Yes," he gasped, "keep doing that... and maybe my
feet..."

"Mathias," I said, "I don't think you're ready to cum yet."

"But..." he gasped... "but I need to!  So badly!  It hurts, Chris!  Ummm,
master."

"Mmmmm," I said.  "I know it does.  But maybe you need to do something
else."  I let go of his cock, and lay him back as he gasped for breath.
"What do you want to do, Mathias?"

"I..." he gasped.  "I... I don't know."

"Yes you do," I said.  "Tell me."

"It'll sound silly."

"I don't care.  Tell me."

"Maybe I can lick your feet?"

"All right, Mathias," I said.  "Go do that."

"Yes, master," he said, and I swear I saw him smile.

Clambering up onto all fours, he crawled down to my feet.  He eagerly
removed my shoes and then my socks.  He gazed at the feet, and I wiggled my
toes.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"They're beautiful, master," he said.

"Go ahead," I told him, encouragingly.

Mathias, my budding slave, leaned down and took my big toe into his mouth.
He started to suck, and ran his tongue along it, and I immediately arched
my back in ecstasy.  I wiggled my toe in his mouth, feeling it land against
his tongue

Mathias smiled as the toe moved within him, pressing on his soft tongue.
Then he let go of the toe, and dutifully, like a little cat, he started to
lick along my foot.  It was a methodical licking, covering the soles, the
top of the feet, the toes.  The first time he stuck his nimble tongue
between two of my toes, licking up all the dirt there, I gasped in
overwhelming ecstasy.  Mathias himself was panting, flushed, clearly
enjoying this, growing more and more horny with every lick.

"Mmmmmm," the boxer-clad boy moaned as he sucked on one of my toes.  He ran
his tongue along it, pressing against all the soft places, washing me in
his saliva.  He had no self-consciousness; this, to him, was the height of
pleasure, and I saw it rock through his body in waves.

I let him just stay there, there in the warm sun, rolling his tongue along
my feet.  I don't know how long, but it felt peaceful.  Maybe for fifteen
minutes, maybe twenty, I just lay back, the boy sucking joyfully on my
feet, the grass clean and gentle beneath my body.  Mathias and I, we were
in heaven.

Finally, I stopped him.  "All right, Mathias, I think you're done.  Come on
up here."

"Please, master," he whimpered.  "I need to cum so bad.  I've never needed
anything so bad before in my life.  Please!"

He crawled up to me in his boxers, while I pulled off my clothing, leaving
myself clad in nothing but my own underwear.  As he got up to me, he fell
into my embrace, and, skin to skin, we lay like that together.  I kissed
him on the lips, and he returned the kiss. Remembering what we'd done
yesterday, he responded, his own tongue dipping into my mouth.  We wrapped
our bodies around each other, arms and legs encircling warm skin.  I could
feel him rock his chest to and fro, trying to stimulate his nipples on me.

I held the slender boy close to me.  While we kissed, I reached down with
my free hand, right down to his boxers.  Pushing my hand into them, I
started to stroke his erect little cock.

"Mwwwwh," the boy whimpered.  I pulled off of my kiss, my face leaning
against his, our foreheads and noses touching.

"You have such a hard little cock," I said.

"I know," he said.  "What can I do?"

"Maybe I can help you cum," I said.

"Please," he said.  "It's been so hard... in school and everything... I
just... I need it so bad!"

"And you'll obey me in everything, Mathias?"

"Yes, master," he gasped, as I kept stroking his cock.

"All right, Mathias," I said.  "Take off your boxers."

"Yes, master," he said.  I smiled.  We both stripped then, naked teen and
naked boy in the woods.  The sun had started to set, and the sky was
turning a brilliant red.  I reached out and pulled Mathias back to me, one
final kiss, and he eagerly slipped his tongue into my mouth.

"You're beautiful," I said, when we finally broke our kiss.

"I love you, master," he said.

"I love you too," I said, adding one final word: "slave."

Mathias' eyes widened. "Really?" he said.  "Can I be your slave?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" he said.

"Will you obey everything I tell you?"

"Yes!" he said.  He snuggled his naked body closer to mine, feeling along
me, skin rubbing on skin.

"Then yes, my little slave.  Now lie back on the grass."

"Yes, master!"

Mathias, that beautiful naked Hispanic boy, lay out on the grass in front
of me.  He had no hesitation, no doubt.  I gazed at that beautiful,
slender, smooth-skinned body.  The flushed face, still overwhelmed with
desire.  The abused cock, so hungry for release that it was throbbing,
pointing up into the air.  The smooth tummy, rising up and down with each
massive breath.

"Please, master," he said.

"All right, my slave," I said.  Hold your legs.  Raise them up above your
chest."

"Yes, master," he said.  "All right."

Mathias' legs were thin and long and lithe.  His calves were slender and
athletic, and his thighs were barely thicker; a flexible boy.  He pulled
them up, little cock turning to lie on his belly as his waist bent, and he
grabbed his knees.

"Good, my slave," I said.  "Good."

"Thank you, master," he said meekly, glowing at my praise.

I had prepared for this, and I'd brought some lube with me.  But first, I
grabbed his discarded boxers and I rubbed them along his asshole, using
some of his own precum as my lubricant.  Then I added some more lube of my
own.  I didn't want this to hurt too much for my new slave.  Sitting at his
butt, I lined my cock up to go in.

"Bend your knees, slave," I said.  "Let me get to your feet."

"Oh, yes, master!" he replied.  Soon, his long, slender feet were hanging
in the air in front of me.  I leaned forward, and I licked one.

"OHHHHHH!" he cried out.  His whole body jumped; his feet jerked up and
down in the air as his butt literally jumped up an inch.  The boy was on a
hair trigger; his cock jumped up, another drop of precum oozing out onto
his belly.  "Oh, master!" he called.  "Master, I love you!"

I reached forward again, and now licked his other foot.  "OHHHHH!" he cried
again, his body shaking.  He held onto his knees as he rolled back and
forth, feet wiggling in the air, toes splayed out.  "More!" he cried.
"More!"

Gently, I pushed forward my cock into my slave's virgin asshole.  "Uh!"
grunted the powerfully stimulated boy as it started to enter him, a
thickness that seemed to fill him up and push him wide, but one he'd been
programmed to enjoy.

"Loosen up!" I called to him.

"Yes, master!" he called back.  "I'm trying, master!"

I pushed in a little bit more.

"Please, use me, master!  Use your slave!  Oh!"

He was still tense, so I leaned forward to one of his feet, and I moved it
close to me and I started licking it up and down, the tip of my tongue
tickling along the sole of that dangling little foot.  It instantly started
to wiggle and flex as my tongue slid along it, sending new waves of
pleasure into the boy.

"OH YES!  AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Little Mathias was beyond overwhelmed, his whole
existence was this incomprehensible pleasure, and his fingernails turned
white as they dug into his knees.  He rocked his head back, crying out in
bliss at the constant motion of my tongue.  His erection jerked on his
tummy, still desperately seeking the release that was denied to it.  His
back arched as the sensations coursed through him.  And his anus
unclenched.

I pushed.  I pushed into the writhing boy, the boy who was feeling things
like no other, whose whole world was pleasure and denial and need.  My cock
sunk into his asshole, and he squirmed as he felt this new sensation, this
feeling that filled his body and rocked it.  His body was still filled with
need as I continued to lick his foot; it swung desperately in the air,
suspended there on his slender, beautiful calves, seeking more even as the
pleasure tormented his horribly unresponsive penis.

My tongue continued to run back and forth on his foot.  Still he convulsed
there on the ground, as my cock sank deeper and deeper into that tight
hole.  I felt the walls of his anus surround me, squeeze me.  With each
lick of my tongue he squirmed, and muscles spasmed involuntarily, showering
my cock in overwhelming feeling and pleasure.

"Use me, master!" he cried out.  "I want to be used!  Use your slave!"  I
could see how each thrust of my penis made him even more excited, made his
cock jump at being submissive to me.

I shoved in again, my incessant licking focused on those feet, driving the
boy to new heights of ecstasy.  The feet shook in the air with the
overwhelming pleasure within him.  "Guh, guh, guh," he kept gasping.  I
took my tongue and started to draw a figure eight right at the sensitive
part of the sole of his foot, and he lost it.  "OH MY GOD!" he cried out,
cock jittering constantly.  His hands spasmed, losing contact with his
knees, and I barely reached out to grab them before they kicked me.  He saw
him look to me to apologize to his master, but he couldn't form the words,
his body was shivering too much, and suddenly his eyes rolled skyward in
pleasure as he gasped and his stomach arched up to the sky.  I can't even
imagine the feelings welling up in that tiny little body, but they were
clearly on another plane for the boy.

My cock squeezed in another inch to his ass.  He gasped.  His hands, free
from his knees, went almost unconsciously to his nipples, where he started
to rub himself.  Back and forth they crawled along those tiny nipples,
rubbing them, sending new waves of pleasure through his body from his most
sensitive region.

I bent his long, slender foot down, and managed to grab a toe in my mouth
where I started to suck.  "AHHHH-YAAAAAH!" shouted the boy.  It was too
much for him.  His body was in an animalistic search for pleasure, his eyes
shut, his head lolling back and forth, his tongue hanging out of his mouth
as he sucked in desperate breath after desperate breath.  He'd spent so
long with the desire raging within him, and now this, now this ultimate
fire burning within him.  My cock slid in deeper, now almost all the way
in.  I sucked on that toe, running my tongue in the crevice between his
toes; he mewled almost subvocally.  His hands were rubbing along his
nipples as fast as he could make them, pinching them, squeezing them,
anything he could do.

Finally my cock was buried all the way in the child.  Now I knew that it
was not just his feet being licked, his nipples being played with, and the
day of overwhelming sexual tension that was rocketing through his body.
Now my cock was massaging his prostrate, sending still more feeling through
the unprepared boy.  Drool poured freely from his open mouth and he was
mostly limp, just moaning and shouting and squirming under the constant
feelings assaulting his tender body.

With my cock fully in him, I started fucking the boy in earnest, pulling
out and then shoving back in, letting his tight wetness roll along me.  I
felt myself push his innards aside to make way for my throbbing dick as it
rolled within him.  Back and forth I slid, timing my thrusts to the lick of
my tongue on his foot, the boy mindlessly writhing in time with the
stimulation.  I could see his body convulsing, his head rocking up and down
as his stomach kept contracting and loosening with the pressures within it.
Still I slid in his tender, vulnerable ass, back and forth, back and forth,
my cock cramming itself through the tiny cavity.  Still I licked his foot,
back and forth as it clenched and unclenched, as it swung back and forth in
the air, pressure moving muscles he no longer controlled in any meaningful
sense.

"MMMMMMM!" he was moaning and gasping.  "Ohhhhhhh!"  Sweat poured from him
as superhuman pleasure roiled his body.

I pulled out of Mathias, and then I shoved into him.  I pulled out, and
then I shoved into him.  The fire was rising in my cock, an energy that I
knew was going to be a massive explosion of overwhelming cum.  Back and
forth I slid within him, the pressure surrounding me, pleasure taking over
my senses as my own fucking and licking became an act of pure desire.

"OH!" he gasped.  Somehow, in his ecstasy, as he moaned and cried and
twitched, the boy found the words to shout "Master!  Master!  OH!  Master!"
A wave rolled through his body and he suddenly shuddered.
"WHOOOOOOAAAAAA!"  His feet twitched in my grip.

I could feel the rush coming, the pressure building in my cock.  I pulled
out until just the tip was in his little asshole, and then I shoved in,
shoved in all the way, slamming into the boy, rubbing along his prostrate
until I was all the way deep.  He grunted and jolted and his cock spasmed;
I felt pleasure seep through me.  This was it.

"You can cum, slave!" I called to Mathias.  And then I did it too, my cock
spasming within the boy, digging in even deeper into his ass, as a surge of
pent-up cum washed out of me and deep into Mathias.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he called as his cock, so long abused, so long limited,
finally released, a gush of young boy's cum pouring out of him, the burst
hitting his chin, his neck, and his chest.

Still my cock spasmed in him, thrusting into the boy as a flood of cum
poured out into him.  Wave after wave shot out, coating his innards with my
seed.

The boy's own cock was still letting out its own stream, weaker now but
going with an energy that showed how long he had been pent up, wave after
wave of cum coating his chest, his belly, little lakes and rivers of thick
white liquid all over his torso.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." he was crying out.  "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!"  His head
rolled back and forth in sheer ecstasy, an unearthly ecstasy as this
inhuman release overcame him.  "I just can't..." he gasped, as cum
continued to pour out of him.

And into him.  We were both finishing up, my own stream down to a trickle,
the last ooze filling into his ass.  Finally I was done.  Slowly, I pulled
out of him, and I let his legs fall to the ground.  I was sure some of my
cum was seeping out of his ass and into the ground.

Mathias, naked, exhausted, lay gasping on the grass.  Red sunlight
illuminated us as the sun was setting.  He looked up at me with wide eyes,
not even getting up.  "Wow," he said, simply.

"Mathias," I said, standing, "kneel before me."

The boy pulled himself up to his knees, kneeling in front of me, head
hanging down.  I saw that his cock was already getting erect just from the
obvious submissiveness.

I stood in front of him, towering over the boy.  "Do you pledge," I asked
him, "to take me as your master?  To obey me in all things, and to do my
bidding, until such time as I may release you?"

He nodded eagerly.  I saw his cock already starting to rise to attention
again, the horny little kid.  "Yes, master," he said.  "Oh, yes, master."

"Then slave," I said, "lick my cock clean."

He nodded, and instantly moved forward, opening his mouth to engulf my limp
cock and to clean all the mess off of it, from the cum to the remnants of
his ass to the bits of grass that had stuck to it after I'd removed it.
Gently the boy worked on it, licking, swallowing, cleaning with his warm
and wet tongue.

I looked down at him, at Mathias, my slave.  He was a beautiful boy in that
glowing red light.  His cock was getting harder and harder at this act of
subservience.  I smiled to myself.  It was a pity, because he definitely
wasn't getting permission to cum until tomorrow night.


AFTERWORD AND MORE READING

I hope you enjoyed this story!  Although Mathias' story is done, you can
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