Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 21:34:04 +0200 From: Jimmy Atom Subject: Mind-Control Show-Offs Mind-Control Show-Offs by Jimmy Atom soxandundie5@gmx.com Note: This is a bit of a different kind of story in that the main character uses mind-control techniques to encourage others to do things publicly. It may not be something that interests everyone, but I hope some of you like it. Brent left campus after class, on his way to his new part-time job. He had been hired by Mr. Keating as a tutor and babysitter for his son, Alex, who was having trouble in school. After meeting Alex for only a minute, Brent was pretty certain that the boy was consumed with sexual thoughts that were distracting him. Although Brent considered himself straight, he was curious about Alex and thought he could help him. Brent had recently discovered that he had powers over mind control and could make people do things and make things happen just by concentrating on his desires. It was something like hypnosis, though he could do it with anyone, and the other person had no idea he was under the control of Brent. Now that he had been developing his mind control from some time, Brent thought that his new job would be a good opportunity to try out the powers he had been developing. Brent picked up Alex after school as he had agreed with Mr. Keating and took the boy to the college library. After going through some homework with the boy, Brent asked Alex why he was having trouble in school. Alex was obviously reluctant to tell him, but finally admitted that he was daydreaming in class all the time. "Lots of boys do that," said Brent. "What do you daydream about?" He could tell that Alex was shy about telling him, but at the same time seemed to want to open up to someone. "It's alright, you can tell me, I won't think you're weird or anything." "Well," said Alex, "I daydream about my teacher, Mr. Brown, and the other boys in class." "There's nothing wrong with that," said Brent, "lots of boys have fantasies like that. What do you imagine your teacher and the other boys doing?" "Well, um," said Alex, clearly nervous, "Um, I think about them taking off their clothes, and umÉ" "Masturbating?" finished Brent. When Alex nodded, Brent continued, "Do you like to picture your teacher and the boys in class, losing their clothes, maybe in their underwear?" Again Alex nodded, and Brent noticed an erection growing inside the boy's trousers, part of his school uniform he was still wearing. Brent looked over and saw another college student about his own age in the stacks looking for books. "Alex," he said, "would you like it if the guy over there undressed to his underwear?" Alex's eyes grew wise. "Right here in the library? Yeah, I would love that. But I don't think that would really happen." "Well," said Brent, "why don't you fantasize about it, and you never know what might happen." He started at the young man in the stacks and began to concentrate as hard as he could. He used his mind to convince the young man that he had an overwhelming urge to take off his clothes. Suddenly the young man froze, looked around, then kicked off his shoes. Brent heard Alex let out a small gasp as if anticipating what was about to happen. "Are you getting excited?" he asked Alex. When the boy nodded, he said, "Do you have a boner? Do you want to touch yourself?" "You mean here in the library?" asked Alex. "It would be naughty of me to touch myself here. Dad tells me not to do things like that." The young man in the stacks was now unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders, and letting it fall to the floor. Brent said to Alex, "But you want to be a naughty boy and play with yourself, don't you?" When Alex nodded, Brent said, "You like seeing the guy undressing, right? You can't help yourself, can you? You have to play with yourself." Alex began to rub his boner through his school uniform trousers. He looked over to see the young man in the stacks now undoing his own trousers, letting them drop to the floor, and stepping out of them. He was now wearing tight-fitting briefs and socks. Alex rubbed himself harder. "I can't believe he is undressing right here in the library." "Does that excite you?" asked Brent. "Does it feel good playing with yourself?" "Yeah," said Alex, "it feels good playing with my boner here in the library. I know I shouldn't, but it feels too good to stop. I sort of feel É naughty É but excited too, like I don't care if someone sees me." "That's good, Alex," said Brent. "Does seeing that guy undressing make you feel like you want to do it too?" He was now concentrating his attention on the boy. "Don't you feel like you have to take your clothes off right here, as if you have to expose yourself." "Yeah," said Alex, "I have to take my clothes off. I feel like I can't stop myself." He kicked off his shoes under the table. "It feels good to get my shoes off." Next he undid his trousers, pulled them down, then kicked them off under the table. "It feels so good to get my clothes off." Lastly he took off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. "I can't believe I am sitting here in my underwear!" he said to Brent, clearly excited. "What if someone sees me? I feel so naughty!" Brent smiled at Alex and told him he was a good boy. Then he concentrated his attention again on the young man in the stacks. Suddenly the student began to rub himself through his tight briefs. It was as if he had an overwhelming urge to masturbate and could not stop himself. "Look at that guy masturbating," said Brent. "Right here in the library where anyone can see him." "Yeah," said Alex, watching him and playing with himself through his skimpy briefs. "He's very naughty doing that where we can see." "What about you?" asked Brent. "We can see you too." Alex looked down as if he were just realizing he was sitting in public in his underwear and masturbating. "I guess I'm a naughty boy too. I can't help myself, it feels so good, I can't stop." "That's alright," said Brent, "you don't have to stop. Are these the kinds of things you daydream about in school that keep distracting you?" "Yeah," said Alex, rubbing himself harder through the thin material of his underpants. He was looking at Brent but kept glancing over at the young man standing nearby in the stacks. "I wish I could do this in class, take off my clothes and play with my boner. I wish my teacher would do it in front of us, then boys in class would all start to undress and play with their boners." Alex was so excited he was moaning softy. Brent asked him, "Do you want your teacher and the boys in class to see you like this?" "Oh yes," said Alex, moaning, "I want to be a bad boy and take off my clothes and play with my boner. I want my teacher to watch me and then tell all the boys in class what a good boy I am and that they should watch me too." They heard a grunting noise from the stacks and turned to watch the student, his legs buckling as he experienced orgasm, cum soaking the front of his briefs. "Oh no," said Alex, "I'm gonna cum, I can't stop myself." "You don't want to stop," said Brent, "you want to be a naughy boy and cum in your underpants right here were we can see you. Alex moaned and leaned back as his boner twitched and shot cum into his skimpy underpants. Brent watched as the boy's dick kept pulsing and shooting cum until it spurted through the thin material of the underwear. After his orgasm had subsided, Alex looked down and said, "I made a mess," then looked up at Brent and grinned. The young man nearby seemed to snap out of it as if a spell had broken, realizing he was undressed in the library with his briefs full of cum. He quickly grabbed his clothes, pulled them on, and ran out of the library. Alex took his time, and Brent helped him get dressed. When Brent dropped the boy off at home in time to meet his father, Alex gave his new tutor a big hug. He couldn't wait to see him again the next day. The following day Brent picked up Alex from school and told him they were heading for the shopping centre. "Aren't we going to study?" asked Alex. Brent told him they might later, but they were first going to continue what they had been working on the day before. As they drove, Brent asked Alex to tell him about more things that he fantasized about. "Well," said Alex, "I always wish that guys' clothes would get torn off. Thinking about that always gets me excited. Especially if their clothes are so ripped they can't put them back on and they are stuck in their underwear and are embarrassed with everyone seeing them." "You're a naughty boy to have thoughts like that," said Brent, smiling. Alex smiled back and rubbed himself through his school trousers. After arriving at the shopping centre, Brent took Alex into a clothing shop for men and boys. They saw a boy browsing, and Brent began to focus his concentration on the young man. As the boy turned to walk to another part of the store, he walked right out of his shoes, leaving them behind and walking on in his socks. The boy was looking at a display of clothing when Brent concentrated again. As the young man stood looking at clothes, he began to unbutton his shirt. "Wow," said Alex, "That boy walked out of his shoes, and now he is taking off his shirt." Brent noticed that Alex was already rubbing his erection through his trousers. The boy had now unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off of his shoulders onto the floor. He casually walked to another clothing display, where he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of his trousers and left them behind as he walked to another clothing display in just his socks and skimpy briefs. "That boy is undressing right here in the store," said Alex, excited and rubbing himself. "Do you like seeing him in his underwear?" asked Brent. Alex nodded, still playing with himself, and said, "I want to do that too." "We'll see," said Brent. He concentrated his mind on another boy in the store who walked over and picked up the first boy's shoes and clothes. He walked out of the store with them, leaving the first boy clad only in underwear with no clothes. He did not seem to notice, though, and had begun rubbing his erection that was obviously tenting his tight briefs. "That other boy took his clothes," said Alex, rubbing himself faster. "Now he only has his undies." Brent continued to focus his mind on the boy clad in his socks and underwear. The boy would walk around the store, occasionally stopping to try on a shirt and trousers. Then he would take them off and continue masturbating himself through his underpants. A sales person noticed but seemed to be enjoying the show, so made no move to stop him. Alex had unzipped his trousers so he could rub himself through the material of his own underwear. "He keeps trying on clothes right here in the store," said Alex. "It's like he keeps getting dressed and undressed for me over and over." Brent noticed that a spot of pre-cum had soaked through the boy's underwear as he walked around half-dressed in the store. Brent concentrated again, and the boy walked up to a display of clothing and began humping and rubbing himself against the piles of fabric. "Oh," moaned Alex, getting more excited. "I don't know who is naughtier, that boy for undressing in the store, or me for playing with myself." Brent concentrated again, and the young man in his underwear stood in the middle of the store, gave his erection a few more rubs, and began to ejaculate. His legs twitched a bit as his penis pulsed and spurted cum into his skimpy underpants. "Oh, he's cumming," said Alex, rubbing himself faster and clearly getting more excited. "What a naughty boy." Once the young man had shot all of his cum, he blinked and seemed almost to come out of a trance. He looked down and realized he was wearing only his socks and underwear, and to make matters worse, his underwear was full of cum. He made a futile effort to try to cover himself with his hands. The boy quickly looked around for his clothes and shoes, finally realizing they were gone. So he ran out of the shop in just his underpants. "Come on," said Brent, "Let's see what else we find." He and Alex found a lounge area and had a seat. Nearby were three boys who seemed to be picking on two smaller boys, calling them nerds and other names. Brent concentrated his mind on the three bigger boys, then suddenly one of them reached out to one of the younger boys, grabbed a hold of his shirt, and ripped it, tearing a big hole in the front. All five of the boys stopped momentarily as if shocked. Then the bigger boy continued ripping and tearing at the smaller boy's shirt until it was a pile of torn fabric on the floor. "Oh look," said Alex, "That boy is ripping off that smaller boy's clothes." He was once again busy with his hand inside of his trousers, rubbing himself through his underwear. Meanwhile the larger boy continued to rip the smaller boy's clothes. The two smaller boys didn't move; they seemed to be almost frozen. The bigger boy took a hold of the smaller boy's trousers, gave them a pull, and ripped a portion of the front away, exposing the boy's tightie whities. Then he continued to rip and tear at the trousers until they, too, were reduced to a pile of torn fabric. "He is a bad boy," said Alex, rubbing himself harder, "ripping that other boy's clothes off. He will get in trouble. I bet he likes it, though, tearing off someone's clothes." The larger boy had completely torn off the smaller boy's shirt and trousers, then pulled off the boy's shoes and tossed them. The smaller boy now stood in just his tightie whities and white socks. Brent concentrated again, and now the other two larger boys turned their attention to the other small boy. "Look," said Alex, "They're going to rip that other boy's clothes off. They are bad boys who will get in trouble. Imagine how the two boys feel having their clothes ripped off, knowing they can't put them back on and everyone will see them in their underwear." He continued to rub himself through his underwear. "Brent," he said, "I am so excited, I want to take my boner out so I can play with myself." "You know you're not supposed to do that in public," said Brent. "You could get in trouble like those naughty boys." "I know," said Alex, "But I can't help it. I have to do it. I have to take it out." As Brent watched, Alex pulled out his erect penis and began to openly masturbate as he watched the boys nearby. "I know I'm a bad boy. I shouldn't do this. Everyone can see my boner. I hope I don't get caught!" Meanwhile the two larger boys were now pulling the smaller boy's shoes off and giving them a toss. They grabbed at his shirt, ripping it open in the front. They continued to tear at it until it was ripped off and on the floor. Then they began tearing at his trousers, exposing the boy's tightie whities. The two ripped at the material until the boy also stood in just his tightie whities and white socks. "Oh, they ripped all of that boy's clothes off," said Alex. "Now he is just in his underwear and socks like the other boy. How embarrasing," said Alex, masturbating his exposed cock. "Those bigger boys are bad; they will get in trouble." Just then two security guards approach the group of five boys and led all of them away, the three bigger boys and the two smaller boys in their underwear. Suddenly a third security guard appeared behind Brent and Alex and said, "You come with me." They stood and began to follow the guard, who stopped and told Alex, "Zip yourself up first." Alex slipped his penis back inside his trousers and zipped up. When they reached the security office, the guards were telling the three larger boys that they had better undress and give their clothes to the smaller boys since they had ruined theirs. The three seemed shocked, then slowly undressed. Alex was excited to see that the boys had on skimpy briefs, and the boys seemed to be embarrassed to get caught in them. They handed their clothes to the smaller boys who put them on and left, taking the extra shoes and clothes with them. The larger boys were now receiving lectures as they stood in just their underwear. The other security guard led Alex and Brent into a private office. Brent noticed that the guard looked fairly young. He began to focus his mind on the mind of the young guard. "Now," said the guard, "We can't have you masturbating where everyone can see, now can we?" "No sir, I'm a naughty boy, I'm sorry," said Alex, already rubbing himself again. "Yes you are a naughy boy. Why were you playing with yourself?" asked the guard. "I was excited seeing those boys in their underwear," said Alex, rubbing. "How do you think those boys felt?" asked the guard. "I think they were embarassed, but also a little excited," said Alex. "You think they were excited to have everyone see them in their underpants?" asked the security guard. "Yes sir," said Alex, rubbing harder, "I think they were also a little naughty and liked having their clothes ripped off and being seen by everyone in just their underwear, like a fantasy. That is probably why they didn't run away." "I see," said the guard. "Do you have fantasies like that?" Brent continued to focus his mind on the guard's, and he thought he detected that the man was rubbing his crotch just a bit. He could tell from the man's movements that he was kicking off his shoes under the desk. "Yes sir," answered Alex, "I am naughty and have fantasies about being undressed where people can see me in my underwear." "Yes, that it naughty," agreed the guard. "Who is this; is this your brother?" he asked, indicating Brent. "No sir, he's my tutor." "Well," said the guard, "How would you feel if your tutor undressed you right here, right in front of me?" "Oh," said Alex, getting excited, "Very naughty, but I would get excited too." "I see," said the guard, looking at Brent. With that, Brent reached down, pulled off Alex's shoes, and tossed them to the side. Then he stood Alex up, unbuttoned his shirt, and slid it off, tossing that to the side as well. Alex was making soft moaning noises as he was undressed. Brent glanced over and was now certain that the guard was rubbing himself through his uniform. Brent undid Alex's trousers, let them fall, then helped the boy step out of them. He tossed them to the side as well. Alex sat back down. He was sitting in his underpants, rubbing the erection tenting his briefs. "How do you feel, sitting there in nothing but your socks and underwear?" asked the security guard, rubbing himself faster through his uniform trousers. Brent heard the sound of the man's trousers unzipping. "I am a bad boy, sitting here in my underwear," said Alex. "Yes you are, you are a very bad boy. I think as a punishment, I should walk you out of the shopping centre like that, in just your underwear and socks, so everyone can see what a naughty boy you are." "Oh no, not that!" said Alex, clearly excited and rubbing himself even harder through his underpants. "Yes, I think so. Let's go," said the security guard, standing up. Brent went to pick up Alex's clothes and shoes, but the guard said, "No, we have to keep those for evidence. The boy has to leave in nothing but his underwear and socks." The guard escorted the two of them out of the office and into the main part of the shopping centre. Brent noticed that the man had neglected to put his shoes back on, so he was still in his socks. He also had not zipped himself up, and his white underpants constrasted with the black security trousers where they could be seen through the open fly. As they walked, Alex just in underpants, the guard would alternate between playing pocket pull and discretely slipping his hand into his open fly. A father and son passed by, both looking at Alex in his underwear. The father had to pull his son away, as he was staring. Alex grinned and rubbed his erection through his briefs. The guard led them to a side entrance door and stood facing them. "Well, son," he said, "I hope you have learned your lesson and won't walk around in public anymore in your underpants." As he talked he slipped his hand into his open fly and rubbed himself through his own underwear. "Yes sir," said Alex, also rubbing himself. "I wouldn't want to be a naughty boy and have everyone see me in my undies." "And I hope you have learned," continued the guard, rubbing harder, "not to masturbate in public where people can see you." "Yes sir," said Alex, "I don't want to be a bad boy and play with myself where I can be seen. Oh, uhn, ummm," with a few soft moans, Alex began to ejaculate, pumping cum into his underwear as he stood there in front of the guard. At the same time, the security guard made a face and experience orgasm standing and watching Alex. Once the man's orgasm had subsided and he had pumped his cum into his briefs, he seemed to snap out of a trance. He looked down and quickly zipped himself up. "We'd better go," said Brent, leading Alex out of the shopping centre. "Thank you, sir." Brent heard the security guard muttering behind him, "What happened to my shoes?" In the car on the way home, Alex asked Brent, "Can I tell you about another fantasy I have that I have never told anyone about?" "Of course you can," answered Brent. "You can tell me anything." "Well," said Alex, stalling a bit, "I not only have fantasies about my teacher, but also about, well, about my dad. I think about him doing things with me." "That's nothing to be ashamed of," said Brent, "lots of boys have feelings like that. And you never know, something like that might really happen between you and your dad." "Really? Wow, that would be great!" said Alex, getting excited. Brent noticed that the boy was rubbing himself thinking about it. That evening Mr. Keating invited Brent to have dinner with him and Alex so that they could talk about the boy's progress. The three settled into a table at the nice restaurant. Brent noticed that Alex's attention was on the next table. He looked over to see a family sitting there. The parents were pretty much ignoring their two sons, one who was older and a younger son about the same age as Alex. Mr. Keating asked Brent about Alex, which brought the tutor's attention back to his own table. "Well, sir," said Brent, "I think Alex's trouble is that he is too distracted in school by daydreaming about his fantasies. I want to help him explore his fantasies and make them come true. That will help him to stop daydreaming as much and to focus better." Alex's dad looked sceptical. "I agree that boys daydream and fantasize a lot, especially at his age, but I don't see how encouraging him will help anything." Brent focused his concentration on Mr. Keating. "Maybe you should communicate more with your son, talk to him about what he wants. Look at him in a new way." Alex's dad looked at his son sitting at the table, now thinking about his boy in a way he had never done before. "What are you thinking about son? Are you fantasizing right now?" "Yes dad, um, well, I am thinking about the two brothers at the next table, one who is my age, and his older brother," said Alex. His father replied, "And what are you thinking about them?" "I am thinking about them getting undressed and being in their underwear," said Alex with a boner clearly tenting his trousers. "You want to see them in their underwear, right here in the restaurant?" asked his father. "Yes, dad, I know that's wrong, but I can't help it." "Does thinking about that get your excited?" asked Mr. Keating. "Yes, dad, it gives me a boner. I know that's bad and I'm very naughty." "Yes," said his father, "that is very naughty. I can see you have an erection in your trousers. In fact anyone can see that." As the father and son had been talking, Brent had been focusing his mind on the brothers at the other table. Suddenly the older boy grins, reaches down, and pulls off his younger brother's shoes. He tosses the shoes away under the table so that his brother won't be able to reach them to put them back on. The younger brother is grinning now too. The older brother picks up a knife from the table, and his younger brother's eyes grow wide. The older boy looks at his parents, but they are too distracted with arguing and using their mobile phones to notice anything. The older boy begins to slice his younger brother's shirt, cutting away bits of material at a time, even ripping pieces off. The younger boy giggles as his brother cuts off a sleeve, then the other, then the collar. The older boy slices up the back of the shirt, and the remnants of fabric fall off, leaving his younger brother shirtless. Now Alex is rubbing himself through his trousers. His father notices and says, "Alex, are you playing with yourself at the table?" "Yes dad, I know it's naughty and I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I am so excited and it feels so good. I can't stop rubbing my boner," he says with a pleading look at his father. At the next table the older brother has now started to slice through his younger brother's trousers, first cutting through the waistband and down one side, then doing the same on the other. He continued to cut and even pulls at the fabric, ripping it. Their parents, still distracted, don't notice a thing. Soon the older boy pulls the remaining pieces of his brother's trousers away and tosses them on the floor. The younger boy, now sitting in only his socks and skimpy briefs, continues to giggle, a clear erection showing in the tight underpants. "Oh dad," said Alex, now rubbing himself harder, "Did you see that? The boy is now sitting in his underwear. I wish I could take off my clothes and sit in my underwear so everyone can see. I know that's naughty and I shouldn't, but I really want to. Dad, can I take off my clothes so you can see me sitting here in my undies?" "You want to undress here in the restaurant?" said his dad. "Won't you feel embarrassed with everyone looking at you in your underwear like that boy?" "Yes dad, it's embarrassing, but exciting too. Please let me take my clothes off right here in front of you!" pleaded Alex. "I don't know," said Mr. Keating. "That is a very naughty thing to do." Alex and his dad looked back over at the next table as Brent continued to focus his mind on the boys. Suddenly the older boy got up from the table. He walked away, heading in the direction of the restroom. As he did, the boy walked right out of his shoes, leaving them behind. Then the boy unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off of his shoulders onto the floor. He continued to walk as he undid his trousers, let them drop to his ankles, then walked right out of them. They could all see his rear end in his tight briefs as the boy walked away. A moment later the boy came back out of the restroom. He ignored his clothes and shoes, walking back to the table in just his underwear and socks. His parents, who seemed to be almost entranced with their mobile phones, did not even notice. Both brothers now clearly had erections tenting their tight briefs. "Oh dad," said Alex, rubbing the erection straining his trousers, "Did you see that? Did you see that boy undress as he walked to the restroom? He's naughty. He wants everyone to see him in his underpants!" "Yes," said his dad, "He does. He is very naughty and likes to have everyone see him. It looks like he and his brother are both excited too." Mr. Keating, Brent and Alex noticed that their server was taking a good look at the boys at the other table. Then he walked over and began to pick up the shoes and clothes the older boy had taken off and left behind. He walked into a back room, and Brent figured he must be keeping them as souvenirs. When the server came back, he stopped at their table to check on things. Mr. Keating said to him, "It looks like the boys at the next table wanted to get comfortable." "It sure does," said the server. "And I don't mind it a bit." "I want to get comfortable too," said Alex. "But dad said it is naughty and I had better not." Brent focused his mind harder on Mr. Keating as the server said, "Well it is fine with me if you do." Mr. Keating finally took hold of his son's legs and pulled the boy's feet into his lap. "I guess it would be alright if you took off your shoes. That would be alright, wouldn't it?" he asked the server. The server just nodded as Mr. Keating began to untie his son's shoes. Once he had them loose, he pulled the shoes off and tossed them onto the floor with a loud thunk. "Oh dad, that feels so good," said Alex, wiggling his toes in his socks. "I guess it would be alright just to loosen your trousers a bit," said his dad. He reached over to Alex's lap and undid the boy's trousers, exposing his son's underwear. "That must be embarrassing for you, having your underpants showing like that." "Yes dad," said Alex, "anyone can see my undies now that you have unzipped me. I feel naughty, you had better not pull my trousers down any farther." As he said this, his father began yanking on the trousers, pulling them down a bit at a time. "No dad, you'd better not take my trousers off, everyone will see me in my underwear. I will be a bad boy. You don't want to embarrass me and have everyone see me. You'd better not pull them off." Now his father pulled the trousers completely off his son, tossing them onto the floor. He reached over and ripped open Alex's shirt, popping off all of the buttons. He yanked the shirt off his son and threw it on the floor. All the while, the server had been standing at the table, watching everything. His hand was moving underneath his apron. Brent had not even used his mind control on the server! He did continue to focus on Mr. Keating, who had, he noticed, an erection straining his own trousers. "Oh no dad," said Alex, "You took off all of my clothes. Now everyone will see me in my underwear! Everyone will know I am a naughty boy." The boy was busy rubbing himself through his briefs as he talked. "Yes you are naughty," said his father, "and everyone should know that. I think you should be embarrassed by sitting in your underwear so everybody knows you are a bad boy." The server had been playing under this apron the entire time, but finally said he had to get back to the kitchen. Brent focused his mind on the two brothers at the other table again, who were still sitting in their socks and underwear and giggling together. After concentrating for a minute or two, Brent saw the two brothers reach over to each other's lap and begin to each rub his brother's boner through his underwear. The giggling stopped as the boys concentrated on masturbating each other. "Wow, dad, look at that," said Alex. "Those two boys are very naughty, they are playing with themselves in public where everyone can see them." "You are just as naughty," said his father. "You are sitting here playing with yourself through your underwear, right in front of me and your tutor." "I'm sorry dad, I can't help it. I can't stop myself. I have to do it É it feels so good I just can't stop. Mmmm," Alex moaned as he masturbated. The three looked over at the next table just as both brothers were making faces as the front of their briefs filled with cum. "Look at those boys," said Mr. Keating. "Ejaculating in public like that. They are very bad boys." He reached over and began to fondle his son through his tight underpants. "I know you won't do that. You have more control than that. You won't make a mess in your pants," he said, masturbating his son. "No dad," said Alex, "I won't be a bad boy and cum in my underwear. I will stop myself. I won't make a mess in my underpants, mmmm," he continued to moan as his fantasy about his father was coming true. At the next table, the two brothers seemed to suddenly snap out what seemed like a trance. They looked down at themselves and each other, realizing they were in their underwear and their clothes were either gone or destroyed. To make matters worse, they had ejaculated in their underwear. Then the parents also seemed to snap out of their trance and put down their mobile phones. They said it was time to go. Their sons stood up, both futilely trying to hide the fact that they were in their underwear by covering themselves with their hands. Suddenly the father noticed and yelled, "Did you get undressed? Where are your clothes?" The boys shrugged, and the older one said, "We lost them." "You lost them?" the father yelled. "You two are in so much trouble! Get to the car, now!" The boys hurried out, clad in only socks and underwear, as their angry parents followed. Alex had watched the entire thing and was incredibly excited, especially by the fact that his father was still rubbing him through his underwear. "What bad boys," said Mr. Keating. "And so are you, Alex. Whatever you do, don't make a mess in your underwear. Don't let yourself ejaculate in your briefs." "Alright dad, I won't cum in my underpants. I won't be a naughty boy like them. I won't cum in my underpants. I won't É uh oh É oh no É oh dad, I can't stop myself. I can't help it. I am going to make a mess. Oh!" moaned Alex as he pumped the largest amount of cum he had ever ejaculated into his thin underwear. The cum soaked right through and make a huge mess on the front of his briefs. "Oh no, dad, I'm sorry, I made a big mess in my underpants!" "Yes son, you did," said his father. "I think we will just leave it like that so that everyone sees what a naughty boy you are." Alex's eyes grew wide. "You mean I have to walk out of here in just my underwear?" "Yes son," said his father, "I think as a punishment you should have to leave your shoes and clothes behind and walk out of here in just your socks and skimpy underwear with cum all over the front of you. That way everyone knows you are a bad boy who is being punished." With that the three walked out of the restaurant. Alex could not have been more excited, leaving his clothes behind and walking out in his underwear, not to mention having obviously ejaculated into his underpants. He couldn't believe his fantasies were coming true, and he had his new tutor Brent to thank for it.