Vignette 1: Water Babes

Vignette 1: Water Babes (by Mafisto)

[Fantasy casting: David Charvet, Thomas Whalan.]

Water Babes

The manor I bought when I cashed in my stock options had a gym-sized swimming pool. I hired two students to help me move to the new place what little I had in my one-bedroom apartment. It was the pool that impressed them the most, although they consistently rejected all my offers to try it out after they were finished. What a shame! I would have loved to see more of either Thomas, with his freckled, pixyish face, or David, whose eyebrows, forearms and thighs were lightly covered with the same fluffy chestnut hair he had in abundance on his head. As I surveyed the halls and rooms where my furniture was sparsely scattered, I discovered a trapdoor under an old rug. There was a small compartment underneath, within which I found three bottles of wine, a corkscrew and two glasses. I also found a diary, which I skimmed; it was mostly fantasies in which the owner, a rich, lonely old man who died last year, took control of the delivery boys, newspaper boys, and repairmen who visited him, using an enchanted wine he had bought a long time ago. I took the glasses, the corkscrew and one of the bottles downstairs and offered some supposedly enchanted wine to David and Thomas as a reward for their work well done.

“Thanks,” said David, looking at the bottle. He wore a light blue T-shirt and loose dark blue nylon shorts. “Wow! 1941! This is worth a fortune! You don’t want to sell it instead?”

“Too late,” I said. “It’s open. It’d be a shame to spoil it now.” I went to the kitchen to hunt in my boxes for another glass, urging them not to wait. It took me at least five minutes. When I came back, I found the two of them staring vaguely into space, their arms limp, their empty glasses hanging loosely from their hands. Was the wine really enchanted?

“Excellent wine,” said Thomas. His black pullover and beige khakis were stained with dark purple drops. I remembered reading in the diary what the old man always said to the men who had just drunk the wine, and I tested it:

“The wine has opened a part of your mind which longs to submit to me, to obey me. As a sign of submission, I want you to bare your chests for me, then tell me you’re mine.” It startled David, who glared at me, furious. “What is this shit? You think you’ll get us drunk with one glass? Fuck, I…” He watched with amazement as Thomas peeled off his pullover shirt and told me “I am yours”, his smooth, thin chest glistening with sweat. David’s reluctance melted away and he too took off his T-shirt. His chest was more muscular than Thomas’, and hairless except around and below his navel. His “I am yours” sounded like a final admission of defeat.

I turned around them, examining their bodies. I pulled down David’s shorts; he grunted at first, but didn’t stop me. He wore well-packed black jockeys. I stripped Thomas from his khakis as well. As soon as I took a glance at his classic white briefs, I got a full hard-on. I had two men under my control, in black and white jockeys — one of my favorite fantasies. Only one thing missing. “Go take a few laps in the pool,” I asked. They ran to the pool and dove in, eager to obey my orders. When they came out again, dripping and sexy in their clinging underwear, Thomas’ long, thin cock was half-visible through the wet fabric. I asked him to lie down on the wooden patio, relax and let himself grow aroused by watching what I’d do with David. “Sure,” he said.

“David,” I said, squeezing his cock and balls in the wet fabric of his jockeys, “You know that if I suck your cock it will drive you wild with pleasure, and you want it bad.”

“Why would it…? Yes, sir, fuck…” He slid his jockeys down to his ankles, and exposed his bush and thick cut cock, getting stiffer and stiffer. “Please suck it. It’ll be fantastic.” I sucked David’s cock, and glanced at Thomas watching us intently, one hand rubbing his chest, the other jerking off in his jockeys. When I grew bored of David’s moans, I motioned for Thomas to come near. I tore off his briefs, stroked his long erect cock a bit, then told the two naked movers before me: “The water in the pool will make your bodies extremely sensitive to arousal. A simple rub will send jolts of delight to your brains. But remember: no cumming in the pool. Now, let’s have an orgy in there.” They dove in, and I pulled off my clothes in five seconds and followed. They made it very hard for me not to violate my own rule of not cumming in the pool, especially once Thomas put my cock in his mouth. The things he did with it! What a waste for him to be straight! David was also helpful: a great kisser, and a patient bottom.

As the diary predicted, they didn’t remember anything of what they did while under my control, although Thomas probably still wonders how and where he lost his briefs!

Vignette 2: Lawn Boy

Vignette 2: Lawn Boy (by Mafisto)

[Fantasy casting: Jensen Ackles.]

The gentle chimes of the doorbell interrupted my Krahmic meditation. Was it already 8 AM? I wrapped myself up in a kimono and answered the door. Jensen the lawn boy, a devilishly cute blonde in his late teens, greeted me with one of his ambiguous smiles. He stood one shoulder against the wall, one hand in his jeans pocket, and the sun shone on his white polo shirt with blue stripes around the neck, pocket and sleeves.

“Hi, sir,” he said, with his rugged baritone voice. “Do you want me to start with cutting the grass today?”

“Why not?” I said, and he shrugged. “Do you want some herbal tea, or a whole wheat toast with honey?”

“No, I hate that stuff, but thanks. My girlfriend made me some bacon and eggs before I left. I’ll go check the mower.”

As he went out the door, my eyes focused on his firm globular ass, tightly hugged by his jeans. Oh well! Can’t have everything you want… I returned to my meditation. The loud rumbling of the mower, far from distracting me, lulled me deeper and deeper into my trance. I had been meditating for years, and I knew I was a natural at it. My guru was impressed by how fast I was going through all the stages, perhaps even a little jealous.

I hovered around the 4th Krahmon for a while, in a peaceful state, when I had a sudden intense spiritual experience. I must have jumped three or four Krahmon, for this was like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt my center shift from inside me to everywhere around – I became the mat, the walls, the house, the lawn, the trees, and even Jensen. In a non-instant, I was and had always been all the surroundings, and I learned and had always known everything about Jensen, how he broke his arm at 6, how he was scared of churches as a boy, how he lost his virginity with Patricia Rowe at 13, how he was hiding to his girlfriend that he didn’t really love her, and how he suspected I was gay, and disliked me because of it. It was all too brief, and I kept only a vague recollection of what I had been and seen and known. Exhilarated, I jumped up, put a pair of khakis on, and went out in the yard.

Jensen had finished his mowing, and was now watering the grass with the hose. I sat on the patio and watched him for a few minutes, then for a brief moment my consciousness expanded again, and the hose became a part of me I could control like my own limbs. It was amazing! I managed to wiggle it free of Jensen’s hands and sprayed him – astonished, he tried to catch hold of it, then quit and ran to turn off the knob. He took off his drenched polo shirt and wrung it out, then he saw me and yelled: “Did you see that? That hose was alive, man!” He was laughing nervously. I concentrated on the knob to twist it on, then on the hose to spray him again. He kept laughing out of confusion, then dropped his shirt to the ground. My mind focused on his laugh, and I instantly became the one who was laughing. Now I could control his voluntary movements.

I/He decided to unbutton my/his jeans, and I/he did, one button of the 501’s at a time. I/he slid them down my/his legs. Once they were off, I was myself again. The hose fell to the ground, and a confused Jensen, his jeans down to his ankles, above which only a clingy wet pair of white boxer-briefs covered his body. He was embarrassed to be seen that way, of course, and proceeded to pull up his jeans, when another wave of mind-expansion gave me control over part of his mind again, this time the subconscious – what hypnosis has effect upon. I could now manipulate his inner being as well as I could control that hose! For example, I could make him think he wanted me to dry his clothes, and didn’t mind to continue his work naked. There. Just in time, for I snapped back to my own body. I couldn’t believe what happened next: Jensen took off his running shoes, jeans, socks and shirt, then walked up to me. He offered me the lot and said: “Say, would you mind putting these in your dryer? I had a little accident. Oh, and these too!” he said, stripping from his wet boxers. My eyes opened wide, and I had to control myself not to stare too much at his soft long uncut dick swaying around between his legs. He ran back to the lawn, offering me a perfect view of that long desired ass, and pursued his work in the buff.

The next mental expansion gave me total control over him; his body, thoughts, and subconscious briefly became my playground. I hurried to make him extremely aroused by me, as well as submissive to me. When the wave subsided, he strolled towards me with lust on his face, his cock growing to extreme rigidity. “I know you want me,” he said, “and for some reason, now I want you too. Do to me what you want. I am yours.” He grabbed me and carried me to my bedroom, kissed me without restraint, and threw me on my bed. He removed my clothes, then roughly sucked my cock. Afterwards, my mouth found its way around his salty, tasty dick; I pumped it until he leaked pre-cum and I sensed he was on the brink. “I want to fuck that ass,” I then said. He lay on the bed on his back and offered it to me, pulling it wide open for me. “It’s yours, sir,” he said in a whisper. He jerked himself off while I fucked that tight virgin hole of his until I could no longer contain myself. We came together, our juices mixing on his chest; at my bidding, he brought the melange to his mouth with his fingers and swallowed it. We fell asleep in my bed, our bodies huddled together.

I awoke when Jensen sat up in the bed in a sudden. “What am I doing here?” he said. He looked under the sheets. “Shit, I’m naked. God, now I remember… But why did I…?” He jumped out of bed and said: “Sir, this never happened, alright. Don’t expect it to happen ever again. I have a girlfriend, you know.”

But I do expect it to happen again. As often as I like.

Vignette 3: Grocery Boy

Vignette 3: Grocery Boy (by Mafisto)

[Fantasy casting: Jesse Spencer.]

I opened the door and half-closed my eyes from the combination of Jesse’s golden hair, orange T-shirt and radiant smile. I nodded towards the kitchen and he brought my two grocery bags in there. He placed them on the table and waited for his tip, his hands in the pockets of his khakis.

“So, do you like it here, with the ocean in your backyard?”

“Yeah, I guess. Would you like to take a swim?”

“Not really. I don’t have a bathing suit or anything.”

“Here’s the usual,” I said, giving him five bucks. “But I have a special gift for you today.” I opened a drawer.

“What do you mean, a gift?” He looked puzzled.

I fetched a small silver box from the drawer, opened it, and extended it towards him. It was full of chocolates.

“These are delicious, exotic and expensive. Try one.”

“Wow, these seem really cool.” He took a double caramel one and tasted it. “Gee, these are excellent.”

“Take another, Jesse.”

“Thanks, but I must go, I have another delivery.”

I took one out from the box myself, gave it to him and said: “Those are the best.” He reluctantly put it in his mouth, and as he was sucking on it, I could see his eyes lose their sparkle. It was already numbing his willpower.

“Thanks for the chocolates. But now I really must go.”

“Oh, your boss called. He said the other deliveries were cancelled and asked that you spend time with me instead.”

“He said that?” He tried hard not to believe me, but the drugged chocolates were baffling him. “That’s strange…”

“It’s really hot today,” I said. “Your shirt makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it? You’d feel cooler without it.”

His brow started to sweat. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Go ahead.”

He pulled it off; his chest was buffed and speckled with golden hair. He fidgeted with the orange bunch in his hand. “Did my boss say what to do while I was here?”

“He asked that you entertain me. Dance for me.”

He looked at me confused. “Dance? But I don’t know…”

“Eat another chocolate.” He could not resist simple orders now; he brought the chocolate to his mouth mechanically. I put on the radio. ‘Let’s Get Physical’ was playing. He immediately started to shake his hips and clap his hands, then did some awkward dance moves. He shook his ass. He was not a good dancer, but the context made it sexy.

“Nice Jesse. Now take off the shoes.” He snapped off his running shoes without a second thought, then moonwalked in his socks. “Slowly strip from your pants in a sexy way.”

His eyes lit up in alarm, but there was no way he could resist now. He popped his pants button open and flashed his dark green boxers. He turned around, let his pants slide down and showed me his boxers from behind. He pulled the pants up, turned around again, and played with his zipper. He shook his hips until the pants fell to the ground and he was left with only his boxers. He went on dancing, and pulled his boxers down an inch on the sides, just teasing. I had him take his socks off and then said:

“Great, Jesse. You want to take a swim now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. The dance made me sweat a bit.” Without waiting for my confirmation, he ran out the backdoor onto the beach, then right into the ocean, howling.

I grabbed a towel and walked to the beach. He came back out of the ocean and slowly made his way towards me, dripping, his wet green boxers tightened around his crotch. He wrapped the towel around his waist, beaming dumbly.

“Give me your boxers, we’ll let them dry on the patio.”

He pulled them out from under his towel with some clumsy gymnastics, then walked with me to the house. I spread the boxers over the patio, and we came in. I was well aware that only a towel stood between Jesse and me.

“You deserve another chocolate,” I said, eager to get him under control. “Even two. Go ahead and enjoy them now.”

He hurried to the box, and stuffed a couple of chocolates in his mouth. “Am they making me act weird? I…” He stopped as the jolt of drug stunned him. His head drooped. By now, I could see he had not much resistance left.

“Drop the towel, Jesse,” I said with authority.

“No,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to see me naked.”

Impatient, I grabbed it myself. He swiftly regained his senses and snatched an old hat from a coat hanger to cover himself. I caught only a glimpse of his genitalia. He bit his lip coyly; I found that the game amused and aroused me.

“You’re getting a hard-on, Jesse. Tell me.”

“No… Wait a minute, yes I am. I don’t know why.”

“Raise up your hands now!” I said, and he obeyed me, knowing the hat would stay hung on his hard dick. I took a chocolate from the box and walked toward him. He backed away from me, the hat wobbling precariously, until he was blocked by a wall. I put the chocolate in his mouth.

“Open your mouth,” I said, and he did. “Extend your tongue,” I said, and he did. I put the chocolate on his shiny tongue, then said: “Eat it.” He chewed it, then swallowed it, and from his eyes, I knew he was now mine. I took off the hat, and stared at his now naked body. The golden hair made a nice happy trail to his patch of pubic hair, and speckled his legs too. His cock was uncut and pointed upwards at an angle, rock hard and enthusiastic.

“I am now your master, Jesse. You will obey me without question, do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said groggily. “My master. I will obey you.”

“Kiss me,” I asked, and he moved his head towards mine. I dove in, tightly hugging his body, feeling his warm bare backside while invading his chocolaty mouth.

“Turn around,” I asked, and he immediately rotated in place. His tight ass was smooth, with just a hint of golden hair at the top of his crack. He finally faced me again.

“Let me suck your cock and be turned on by it.” I kneeled before his meaty 6″ dick. My first taste was delicious: it was coated with pre-cum. I licked it all over, licked each ball, and then swallowed it. He fidgeted nervously and moaned loudly. When I sensed he was on the brink, I stopped and stood up. “Strip me naked and suck my cock.”

“Yes, Master,” he said, and almost tore my shirt apart in his zeal. As he proceeded to suck my cock, I looked down at the nude grocery boy, kneeling and completely under my control. His hot mouth tickled my hard shaft delightfully. Then I had the sudden urge to fuck his ass. “I will now fuck you; you will enjoy it a lot, and tell me so.” I moved behind him and gently fingered his anus into opening up. As soon as I entered his still taut ass, he said: “This feels great, Master. Excellent.” He twisted around as I pumped his ass more and more rapidly. “Yes, Master, yes, fuck my ass!” I came all over his back, screaming.

Now, each time he comes to deliver my groceries, I just put on some music and he starts doing a strip tease for me. He always lets me take off the hat in the end, and then falls into complete submission for a few hours.