Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 20:56:04 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: Peter's Clueless Seduction Part 10

Recap: Peter and his flatmate Nick have been slowly influenced by Nick's
psychologist mate Martino and his hypnotism tapes until they are sexually
in a constant state of innocence and vulnerability. When Nick's rugby
friends come to visit he finds his straight arse relentlessly
fucked. Peter's brother James comes to rescue him, but his plans are
scuppered when the hypno tape leads to his arse being fucked too. Rugby
ringleader Steve-o is then mentally overpowered by Martino.

Peter's Clueless Seduction 10: Finale

As Peter was making them all tea the bedroom door opened and his brother
James emerged with rugby lad Thomas, both in their underwear, sweaty and
staggering slightly. Thomas was all smiles and big swaggering strides as he
came to say hello to their guest, Martino. James was quieter and more
awkward as he walked, as if his bottom was sore. They were surprised when
instead of staying to chat Martino immediately swept past them into the
bedroom, almost dragging a sheep-like Steve-o. While James and Thomas were
saying their hellos the door to the bedroom was slammed and the sound of
slapping hand on meaty flesh was heard. Martino was going to teach alpha
male Steve-o his new place.

Peter was really glad to see his older brother, even though he looked a
little tired and crestfallen. They chatted in the kitchen while the three
other rugby lads laughed in the lounge. James was still full of escape
plans. He told Peter how he'd kept Thomas occupied by diversionary
techniques, getting Thomas to trust him by rolling onto his back in a
supine position, letting Thomas assume the dominant role so he didn't feel
threatened. Then he'd proven his trust by letting Thomas play with him. By
taking the rugby player's penis in his mouth and up his arse relentlessly
for the last few hours he'd hoped to tire the man out and so make their
escape easier. Peter was, as ever, in awe of his big brother's thinking.
And Thomas did look bushed, that was for sure. Taking Peter's brother all
night had exhausted him. His rugby mates Henry and Nick rested his big,
tired body between them on the sofa, idly playing with his sweaty, hairy
body. Thomas was still glowing with triumph but seemed keen to rest now, so
was trying to brush their teasing hands away, but every time he did another
one appeared and began tugging at his boxer shorts, tweaking his nipples or
fiddling with his belly button. Nick and Henry were laughing, and Thomas
was laughing too, but he was also clearly growly, like a lion needing to
rest after a kill.

Instead his teammates kept laughing and playing with him, enjoying getting
a rise out of their exhausted friend. Nick and Henry were getting closer
and closer in, and Peter recognised what was happening. He grinned. These
big lads were so naughty. Before he knew it Thomas had been wriggled onto
their laps, his left hand side on Nick's lap, his right on Henry's. He kept
slapping away those four big teasing hands but they just kept coming back,
more playful than ever. And with a minimum of fuss they had worked Thomas's
boxers over his arse, down his thighs and off onto the floor. The big,
tired naked rugby player tried to lean forward to retrieve them, but the
more he moved the more those hands tickled and probed. When he leant back
he noticed that Henry and Nick had hooked his calves over their knees and
had forced his legs to spread as he sat on top of them, naked, sweating and
protesting. Their heads and big shoulders had pushed under his armpits and
he found his arms stuck tightly behind his two mates, trapped between their
broad backs and the sofa. Big fingers kept goosing his spread cheeks.
Thomas struggled but he was held down firmly by his joking mates. Peter
could see one of Henry's fingers tracing a circle round Thomas's tight
little hole. Thomas was twitching and yelping at the sensation, making his
mates take the piss. Peter noticed Thomas's tired cock begin to stir too,
and as the finger kept tapping and teasing his tender hole his cock
throbbed to full stiffness between his spread thighs. He was being jiggled
and jeered at and his hardon waggled before them all, making Thomas blush.

Peter told James about how Thomas and Henry had treated him similarly.
James was upset for his brother's dignity. Fingering his younger brother's
tight hole just wasn't on. He placed a protective hand on his brother's
bare bottom. His middle finger swung freely between the crack. His brother
nuzzled against him. Thomas was being bounced on his friends' knees now,
like some overgrown kid, protesting against his treatment. The rugby boys
had found a way to silence Thomas, slipping fingers into his open mouth as
he bounced, hardon slapping his belly, precum leaving a slimy splatter on
his hairy tummy. Peter noticed that each time Thomas bounced down Henry's
finger was there ready and his hole swallowed it, before being tossed
upwards again. It was like watching some very basic now you see it now you
don't magic trick. Every time his hole ate Henry's finger Thomas made a
protesting gurgle through the fingers in his mouth. Pretty soon he was
bouncing up and down on two fingers, one from each mate. His cock looked
painfully hard and the exhausted rugby player looked pretty helpless now,
being played with like a big floppy toy.

As they watched, James gently tickled his middle finger against the warmth
of his brother's arse lips. Peter wanted to thank him but instead found
himself moaning and panting into his brother's ear as James played with his
hole.

All three rugby players were now naked and sporting hardons. Thomas's hole
had been lubricated and the fingers were slipping in and out a treat
now. He wasn't bouncing up and down any more but sitting between them with
his muscular hairy legs spread and held up to his shoulders. His hole was
now fully visible and being relentlessly penetrated by the two rugger boys'
fingers. They'd found a new way to keep him quiet - every time he wanted to
speak one of them would push their tongue down his throat. The brothers
watched as Thomas was gagged by the mouths of his mates and fingered. It
seemed to go on forever. One mouth would lock over Thomas's for a long
while, lips suctioned to the exhausted rugby player's face. Then his head
would be turned and his other mate would take over sucking on his mouth.
The gaps in between as his red saliva-coated face was turned were filled
with his moaning and panting and begging to stop. Henry and Nick were
really enjoying playing with his arse too, and having both ends so open and
vulnerable was clearly their idea of fun. For his part, Thomas's
short-lived moment of glory as the predatory lion with James had given way
to the feeble protests of a helpless kitten.

Peter's tongue found its way into his brother's ear at the same moment
James's finger penetrated his brother's arse. They felt extremely close.
This was all part of James's escape plan, too. They weren't making any
sudden movements and were mirroring their captors' behaviour.  Grunts and
panting were coming from the bedroom. The sound of meaty flesh pounding
meaty flesh. The door wasn't quite closed and past his brother's head Peter
thought he could glimpse the odd snatch of naked beefy bloke standing over
another, repeating the same pounding motion over and over. When he pulled
his tongue from his brother's ear he looked over to see the two naughty
rugger lads lifting their helpless mate and easing his tight hole down onto
Henry's slicked-up cock. Peter watched as it penetrated the arse lips of
his friend. Thomas's moan was stifled by Nick who had plugged his mouth
with his tongue. Henry began to pump his hips and slide his cock in and out
of Thomas's little hole.

James slipped a second finger into Peter's arse and thoughtfully muffled
his brother's moan by locking lips and swallowing the sound. Peter seemed
to understand his big brother's plan to blend in, and so spread his legs a
little to allow James easier access to his tight hole.

Soon Thomas had been bent forward, his arse still accommodating his mate's
thick hard cock, but his mouth was now open and he was grunting and moaning
with each thrust into his meaty butt. It looked funny to Peter, seeing
these two mates playing with the third. Nick seemed to be teasing Thomas by
slapping his hard penis over his face over and over again. It sounded like
it must have stung, the slaps were quick and no-nonsense. A train of ooze
from Nick's cock coated Thomas's red face as he panted and protested on
Henry's penetration of his arse. Nick clearly had had enough of his
friend's protests because he suddenly gagged his mate with his hardon. Fair
play to him, thought Peter, Thomas was doing a lot of whinging.

James whispered that to escape they really needed to win the trust of the
rugby players. Peter nodded. Sounded reasonable. And James said that they
should adopt a 'when in Rome' strategy as the quickest way of achieving
this. Peter grinned. His big brother was brilliant. He craned his neck to
peep through the bedroom door to see just exactly what it was the Romans
were doing in there. It appeared big dominant Steve-o was on his back on
the bed, and Martino was holding his muscular legs in the air and
concentrating on something between Steve-o's spread thighs. It was hard to
see because of the angle, but Martino's hips were thrusting in a regular
motion. Maybe Martino had something on the end of his dick he was trying to
shake off, thought Peter. Maybe Steve-o was trying to help Martino by
trying to grip whatever it was with his hole while Martino thrust in and
out trying to free it. It looked like team work. Peter looked at his older
brother - perhaps they needed to work together as a team too?

It was Peter's idea to get on all fours before the rugby players so that
his brother could simulate the action of Henry into Thomas's muscular
butt. James cottoned on to the plan straight away, and began tickling his
hole with his fingers and slapping something thick, stiff and meaty, what
Peter guessed to be his brother's erect member, against his bare
bottom. Henry nodded to Nick, who turned his head and saw what the two
brothers were up to behind him. He grinned and pumped harder into Thomas's
throat. Peter was really encouraged by the immediate success of their
plan. The rugby players had completely fallen for it, they believed they
were playing just like them. He just waited for the next part of James's
brilliant plan - when they would spring to freedom from the flat. Okay, so
James hadn't made a move yet, but when he did Peter would be ready. Until
then he was quite happy playing along with James. Henry threw something to
James, which his brother caught. Within moments Peter felt a cool, slippery
substance cloying his tight little rear hole. James's fingers seemed
completely coated in this stuff and they found their way into Peter's tight
muscular bottom with ease. The ooze filled him more and more, the fingers
stuffing great gobs of the stuff up inside him. Peter spread his legs a
little more to allow his brother to administer this slippy lubricant to his
anus without obstacle. He wiggled his bottom eagerly to let his brother
know that he was good with the plan. James kept up the slow stretching of
his muscular brother's snug rectum for some time, somehow feeding more and
more lubricant up that eager passage all the time, and swapping, twisting
and adding fingers until Peter thought he might not be able to resist the
insertion of anything into his arse should it be attempted.

Again Nick turned round to see that Peter was more spread and now wriggling
his butt on his brother's fingers. Thomas's throat bore the brunt of Nick's
vigorously renewed assault. James slowly removed his probing fingers from
Peter's arse. Peter thought to himself that this was it, the moment of
their escape. But James's slippery hands just rested there on his upturned
spread cheeks, and his hardon nuzzled into his exposed crack. The fat,
blunt head of his hard cock sat slicked in the goo oozing from Peter's
stretched anus. There was a pulse of expectation in Peter's head, of escape
and freedom. And then that pulse was joined by another, as his brother
began to ease his thick cock up into Peter's lubricated arse. Peter tried
to squeeze his hole shut but James easily penetrated the tight manly hole.

There was nothing Peter could do to slow the invasion of his arse by his
older brother. The thick cock just slipped up there, sucked in by the
lubricant. There was an initial stab of pain, and Peter wanted to protest,
but he guessed that James knew what he was doing. He felt something soft
nestling between his open thighs and realised it was his brother's
bollocks. Peter felt very full of cock. Surely this was making the rugby
guys trust them? And then James eased back and Peter sighed with relief -
it really felt much too intimate to have his arse filled by his big
brother. But just as the thick cock head reached the tight ring of muscle
of Peter's sphincter it pushed rapidly back inside again, and his balls
once more bounced against his brother's muscular thighs. This time Peter
yelped. His big flatmate turned round again to see Peter being stuffed full
of his brother's cock. He swore loudly and appreciatively. Peter blushed.
Again his brother manoeuvred his cock right to the edge of Peter's arse
lips before shoving it tight into the hole again, stoppering his brother's
lubricated hole with his penis. Nick wasn't paying any attention to Henry
and Thomas now, he was just gawping at the two brothers. So much so that
Peter wished James would stop and remove his cock. Instead his brother
seemed to be picking up some sort of rhythm.

James offered no further assurances about his escape plan, and Peter felt
extremely vulnerable in this position. He asked a couple of times how James
was doing, but his brother sounded evasive. A nagging voice at the back of
Peter's head seemed to indicate something was wrong, but his brain felt so
foggy and confused. There was now the steady slap of flesh of James's hips
spanking Peter's muscular buttocks with each insertion. Peter began to
protest. This was too much for him. He felt helpless and exposed on all
fours like this, receiving the thrusts from his brother's cock up his
arse. Nick came over to see the problem. Peter looked up to see the man
mountain towering over him. That huge cock he used to love measuring in his
mouth waggled stiffly before him. His brother continued to pump away at his
arse. Peter protested more and louder. Nick looked down at him and smiled.
The cock rubbed against Peter's face. Nick lifted it off of Peter's face
and smiled down at him. Peter grinned his thanks back. Then Nick let go of
his cock and it smacked down hard onto Peter's face, making a loud stinging
slap. Peter yelped. Nick apologised and lifted his cock again.  Peter
nodded his thanks and Nick winked back. James continued to pump his arse.
And then Nick let go of his cock again and it landed with a fat thud on
Peter's upturned face. Nick laughed and Peter's eyes stung with tears. Why
was Nick being so inconsiderate with his big cock? Didn't he know it hurt
Peter to have it slapping his face like this? Nick swivelled his hips and
his cock waggled back and forth, whacking Peter's face until both were red
and wet with Nick's precum. And as Peter was protesting about this it
slipped over his open lips and with a violent and sudden jerk of the hips
the fat cock burst into Peter's open mouth.

Peter wanted to get up now, for his brother to remove his cock and his
flatmate to do the same. But instead both men seemed determined to keep him
on all fours fixed to their penises. Nick held Peter's head and began
stuffing the length of his cock down his throat. James was completely
carried away at his rear, pushing it in and out. Peter's eyes were
watering, his throat was gagging, but muscle memory took over and Nick's
cock occupied the place it had until recently made his own. In triumph the
two emasculated men penetrated Peter and regained their manhood. Nick began
to pump his cock in time to James's thrusts, and Peter was unable to do
anything as he was held in the middle. Was this part of the escape plan,
wondered Peter? But no, this just seemed like he was being - well - the
word fucked crossed his foggy mind but he tried to ignore it. He wasn't
being fucked. Was he? He took the two hard cocks over and over, getting
sweaty and more and more malleable. And it was almost as though he was
suddenly seeing things as they were for the first time. Fucked. Oh god,
thought Peter. He was being fucked! And by his own brother and his
flatmate. He hadn't seen this coming at all. He wriggled, desperate to
escape.

The thrusts were getting rough and impassioned now. Both fuckers were
nearing their climax. Peter took it, every thrust from those big blunt
dicks, and his body was responding. His arse was rotating as his brother
fucked him. Nick pulled his cock out of Peter's mouth and Peter leant
forward and took it back in again. He didn't understand why, but despite
seeing clearly what was happening to him Peter seemed unable to get his
body to resist the two eager fuckers. He more he wanted to escape the more
his mouth sucked with passion and vigour, and his arse chewed hungrily at
his brother's rampant hardon. Peter seemed to have no control over himself
any more. He thought about his life before moving into this flat, a bright
hope for promotion, well respected and intelligent. Now he seemed to be
this mindless, helpless, clueless sex toy. He wanted to break down or break
free, but instead he just sucked and spread his legs, acting like a good
mindless sex toy would.

Faster and faster, both men were gasping now, swearing, crying out. Out of
the corner of his eye Peter noticed the door to the bedroom swing open.
James and Nick were pumping to cum now, on the brink, ecstatic, manly and
full of themselves. But something was happening. The cock at his arse was
pulling out but not thrusting back in. The cock in his mouth was hanging
before him, not reaching his hungry lips. Peter looked up, so grateful he
was being rescued. Big hands were pulling Nick away from Peter, his red
cock so desperate to cum, throbbing and full to bursting. Over his shoulder
was a similar story, his brother held away from his wriggling arse. Martino
had a hold of his brother, a cruel smirk on his lips as he looked at the
desperately twitching member. He shoved James into Henry's strong arms. In
front of Peter Nick was manhandled by Steve-o, and passed on to Thomas, who
grappled with his panting rugger mate. Peter wanted to thank Martino and
Steve-o for saving him. He would escape with some dignity at long last. He
would go back to being the bright and popular guy he used to be. He looked
up into Steve-o's magnificently arrogant face. Peter told him how grateful
he was to be rescued and how helpless he'd felt being bent over and fucked.
He told them both how he didn't want it, how he was desperate to escape.
Steve-o sneered. Martino said that he really respected Peter for the man he
was. Peter blushed. With barely a pause Peter felt a new cock at his arse
and one at his lips. And before Peter could panic they Martino and Steve-o
used their massive cocks for what they were designed for. They penetrated
Peter. And as Peter tried to process what was happening to him he seemed to
be losing his grip once more. The fog was returning. He was just messing
about, playing harmless games. He was stupid and helpless. He was a big,
muscular toy.

As Peter was being stretched beyond limits by these big fuckers he glimpsed
sideways as his brother was being bent over and entered by Henry and his
flatmate was taking Thomas's cock up his arse. He caught James's eye. Was
that a tear of regret there, as he was pounded by the rugby bloke? James
looked so defeated, so conquered. There was something unbearably sexy about
it. Steve-o was being so rough with Peter's throat, smacking it in and out
of the tight opening with the deliberate aim of choking the muscular young
man. And Martino's cock seemed to be the most intelligent thing imaginable,
able to not only thrust up Peter's arse but twist, prod and probe in ways
that stretched his anus to the limits. Steve-o sneaked a fat finger in
alongside his cock, and Peter sucked hungrily. He caught James's eye
again. His brother was definitely broken. Peter wanted to help him know it
was alright, it was just a game, just fun between mates.

They took cock. Over and over. The hefty weight and thrust of bigger men
overpowered them, fucking them hard and deep. And as Martino's cock twisted
up his tight hole Peter felt something - his own cock, forgotten for so
long, tingling, unbearable, bursting with cum... There was a moment of
clarity again, and a shame in it that made him desperate to suppress his
orgasm in front of these men, but he didn't stand a chance. It spurted
everywhere, the orgasm so intense he would have screamed and collapsed if
it weren't for the cocks in him. He wanted to cry or to scream, but with
every spout of spunk he ejaculated he felt weaker and more out of control.
He locked eyes with his brother as his cock squirted and pumped, Peter
feeling utterly humiliated and James looking so disappointed in his
brother. And then as he tried to struggle free, tired and used, the fog
swallowed him up completely. Martino and Steve-o enjoyed every twitch and
wriggle of Peter's helpless orgasm, and then settled in to start fucking
the sexy and exhausted man really hard. It had taken some time, thought
Martino, but it has been worth it. Peter was a truly excellent clueless
muscle bottom, and no matter how many times they would fuck him he would
always be completely shocked, surprised and humiliated by it. But a brief
cloud flitted across Martino's mind as he fucked Peter's tight, tired,
helpless arse. A voice, something from the hypno tapes he'd left running in
the flat, seemed to be piercing his tough exterior. He shook his head to
clear it and kept fucking. But he felt the tiniest twinge in his tight
hole. Something was happening, and a net was tightening around him. The
thought crossed his mind that the tapes might have impregnated his own
brain with the same over-sexed and dumbing-down thoughts he'd filled Peter
and the rugger boys with. No, he thought. It wasn't possible. He kept
fucking, his hole itching the entire time. He looked at Steve-o and
wondered if he could scratch that itch for him. In horror, Martino stopped
fucking and knew he had to leave or he'd lose his mind like these other men
had. No, he was too clever for all that! He spread his legs a little and
cool air swirled around his hole. He started fucking again. Yeah, he was
too big and clever to get caught out. And the rugby boys could help sort
this itchy arse out for him too. He smiled stupidly to himself and humped
Peter's beautiful behind. He was top dog, yeah, and nothing could change
that.

The end.

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