The Voice
By Pony Boy 1984
Disclaimer: All acts depicted in the following story are strictly fictional, and involve boys occasionally under a form of telepathic influence, though the acts depicted are largely consensual in nature. The following story was commissioned by a friend of mine, and I've been allowed to share it with the public. If you're interested in commissioning a story, feel free to contact me for details: ponyboy1984@hotmail.com.
Chapter Two: The Sitter
Nathan is a sixteen-year-old clean cut Mormon boy from the south side of town. However, his physical development is well behind that of his peers. To look into those soft grey eyes and pale white, slender frame you'd think he wasn't much over twelve. Like Dillon, Nathan was quiet, reserved and tended to shy away from his fellow classmates. You could see him most any day with either a Bible or a schoolbook in his hands, sitting by himself. His tailored suits and adorable clip-on tie simultaneously screamed money, and an adolescence awkwardness that assured he'd always be on the outside looking in. I didn't need to intrude on his subconscious to see the profound loneliness in his eyes. I suppose this is why Thomas and Dillon's parents chose him to be their babysitter. Nathan was a "straight edger" that would put any parent's fears at ease that their child would be in good hands with him in charge. Naturally, I would be changing this for him. However, I knew this was going to be hard case. So, drastic measures would be required to break Nathan out of his shell.
The power of `The Voice' can overwhelm the weak willed or lost like Nathan. He was emotionally so over programmed that I would need seize control of his body in order to open up the world of physical pleasure to him. This requires closer proximity than normally required initially, since I'll need more than a subconscious influence over him. I was already aware that Thomas and Dillon would be spending the evening with Nathan, so I drove about one block from their house and arranged to bump into Nathan before he could arrive at his destination.
I encountered him a few houses down the street, his eyes glued to the pavement beneath his feet. He was wearing a navy blue blazer, grey clip-on tie with a gold crucifix around his neck. He was carrying a book bag that no doubt contained his bible and the day's school assignments. His short black hair had been carefully combed into place, though a light breeze had caused a small lick of hair to form a rooster tail above his forehead. I stepped into his path and let him crash headlong into my body. This enabled the necessary contact to intrude fully into his consciousness. Nathan apologized profusely, his eyes briefly locking on to mine as our hands touched. He flashed me his set of his seldom seen dimples for a moment, before politely excusing himself. However, Nathan clutched his temples as he reached the front steps of the house, as he felt my consciousness pushing his own aside. I needed to quicken my pace to my car, because my own head was beginning to spin as my consciousness burrowed itself into Nathan's young vulnerable mind.
I collapsed into the driver's seat about the time Nathan crumpled at the front door to Thomas and Dillon's house. He managed to ring the doorbell and straighten his suit before the door swung open, revealing the boys' mother. "Hello Nathan, always the sharp dressed young man. Are you all right dear? You're looking rather pale."
Nathan's cheeks flushed. "Thank you ma'am, I'm fine, but can I trouble you for an aspirin before you head out?" He asked meekly.
The woman smiled and responded, "Of course dear, put your bag down and follow me."
Nathan followed her to the bathroom, where she procured two aspirin that she placed into the palm of his hand. "Thank you Mrs. Walker" He said. She handed him a paper cup and they quickly took their leave for the evening, as Nathan swallowed the two bitter tasting pills. He stared into the mirror and touched his face, and felt himself drifting away. His body stood in place in front of the mirror, and yet part of him fell backwards to the floor. Nathan smiled into the mirror as he straightened his hair and loosened his tie, before exiting the bathroom. Nathan's spirit stood up and stared into the mirror, and saw nothing but emptiness and began to panic in confusion over what just happened.
I peered out the front window and saw the parents drive off into the fading daylight, leaving me alone with Dillon and Thomas who seemed to be sequestered quietly in their room. I rummaged through Nathan's book bag, and shook my head as I thumbed through the religious paraphernalia and schoolwork. Don't get me wrong, I have more respect for boys who are diligent in their work, I am a teacher of course. However, Nathan took his academic regimen to the extent where he had little else left in his life.
I put the books aside, ran my hands inside my shirt, and felt his soft skin. I soon began exploring between my legs, gently massaging Nathan's crotch until I felt his small penis begin to respond. Before I could familiarize myself more with his body, Dillon came bounding down the stairs. Each step reverberating down the hall, as Thomas trailed just behind him. There was a wicked look on both their faces, and I couldn't help but notice a small bulge in both of their pants. The two boys whispered something in each other's ear. Thomas couldn't resist reaching down and feeling between his legs absentmindedly. It was obvious the two boys were concocting a plan without my influence, though they didn't know I had plans of my own.
I knew I had all evening, so I played it cool and watched the boys play with their X-Box, while I feigned looking at schoolwork. The boys would surreptitiously look at one another, and then look back at me as they played their games. I noticed the room was becoming warm, and it wasn't just from gazing upon the boys who were leaning and grinding into one another as they played. Both Dillon and Thomas complained about the heat, before taking off their shirts and tossing them across the room. A grin flashed across my lips as Dillon looked back at me with his sparkling, mischievous green eyes. Within fifteen minutes, the pair had shinnied down their jeans to show off their underwear and had spread their legs to give me a better view of their bulges. The boys were certainly not exaggerating. I had broken into an open sweat myself, causing the thin material of my button up shirt to cling uncomfortably to my flesh.
"I'm still hot." Dillon complained to no one in particular, before standing up and letting his jeans fall to the floor. He was wearing Superman Underroos that were noticeably bulging out. It was all that I could do to keep from walking over and ripping them down on the spot.
"That's a good idea bro." Thomas added, before likewise pulling down his jeans. "You're sweating really bad Nathan." Thomas pointed out with a sly grin.
I nodded in agreement, put down the book and took off the blazer and tie. By this time, everything was sticking to me. In a moment of brazenness, the brothers offered to help me out of the stubborn clothing. I forced myself to play the role of the good boy for a few more minutes, shook my head. "I really shouldn't." I stated reluctantly.
Nathan's soul paced the living room floor angrily, and screamed at his disobedient body that seemed to have him locked out. He tried to communicate with Thomas and Dillon, but they were quite preoccupied with their game. He couldn't believe the boys had stripped down to their underwear. While he'd seen Thomas with his shirt off before, the normally reserved Dillon was reluctant to be seen in his pajamas, let alone nearly nude. He was even more flummoxed by the boys' behavior, as their hands as slid down their smooth thighs and rubbed their small bulges so openly.
"How can they be doing that right in front of me?" Nathan wondered aloud. At one point Thomas slid his hand under the waistband to stroke his smooth cock, he pulled it open just enough to let Nathan's spirit see his fingers wrap around his smooth cock. "Good boys shouldn't be doing that!" He gasped, though he couldn't avert his curious gaze from the boy's hard on.
Both boys looked up at me and I knew it was time to let the game commence. "It really is getting hot." I said, nonchalantly undoing the top button of my shirt. It was obvious that neither boy was paying attention to the X-Box, as both of their eyes were focused entirely on me. Both boys leapt to their feet in an instant, offering me their assistance. "Alright, maybe just this one time." I said.
The boys eagerly began undoing the buttons of my shirt, quickly pulling it open. The proximity of their bodies and the touch of Dillon's fingers on my chest got my heart racing and prompted an immediate hardening of my cock. Thomas nudged his brother and motioned down at my pants, prompting another churlish smile. Once the boys had liberated the now soaking shirt from my body, Dillon reached down, unbuttoned my pants, and slid the zipper down, running his fingers across the growing tent in my slacks. I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. Thomas was pressing his body against my left side, while Dillon was snuggling to my right. "Ok, that should be quite sufficient." I said, feigning remaining prim and proper by Nathan's standards, but both boys had their hands all over me.
Thomas nudged Dillon, prompting the younger boy to ask "What is that bulge down there?"
I couldn't help but blush a little, perhaps it was the lingering effect of Nathan's forced modesty or simply that Dillon's new attitude caught even me by surprise. The small grin that danced across Thomas's luscious pink lips betrayed the boys were following a script they concocted together. "Well, that's just my privates." I said matter-of-factly.
"Why is it getting so big though?" Dillon countered, scarcely able to contain his grin. Thomas bit his lower lip and remained silent, though his own erection was straining the fabric of his tight white underwear.
"Well, it's because your touch feels nice, and I like seeing you with your clothes off." I responded honestly.
"Oh my god, you can't be saying that!" Nathan's spirit yelled to no avail. "Nothing is ever supposed to feel good!" He lamented, though that latter statement made him sigh jealously as his body seemed to be responding so positively to Dillon and Thomas.
"So does it feel nice when I do this?" He asked, running his fingers across my bulge as Thomas rubbed my bare chest, his fingers brushing across the necklace.
I really couldn't maintain this facade any longer, so I moaned and responded "Oh yes, that feels so good."
Dillon looks over at Thomas, who said, "It's so hot in here Nathan, do you mind if I take my underwear off?"
"Well...I'm sure your mom and dad wouldn't want you to get heat stroke." I responded. Thomas smiled and pulled down his underpants, making sure to do it slowly just inches away from me. He slid his underpants down just enough to show his hairless crotch, before letting his slender three-inch cock spring out at full mast. Dillon followed suit, letting his Underroos to fall around his ankles. I admit that I gasped at the sight of their creamy smooth bodies and small, perfect little cut cocks. Any semblance of restraint on my part was falling away quickly, especially as the two eager brothers began pawing at the waistband of Nathan's cloth underpants.
"Here, let me stand up." I said, as I rose to my feet, allowing the brothers to pull Nathan's underwear to fall to his feet. Dillon's eyes became as wide as saucers when he gazed at my uncut cock.
"Wow, yours is so different!" He marveled. In a genuine moment of raw boyhood curiosity, he carefully felt and played with my loose foreskin sheath. He pushed it back and forth, eventually exposing my purple head, which he touched gently before looking down at his own for comparison. Even Thomas seemed surprised as he rubbed his slender fingers against my hairless balls. I was surprised at how small Nathan's cock was, he was easily well behind his peers, but that only made it all the sexier as both brother's fingers explored and experimented.
"You're not supposed to touch other boys there! No, stop that!" Nathan's unbounded soul shouted. He couldn't help but watch the gentle touching and caressing in fascination. The moans and gasps escaping his own lips seemed so oddly compelling to him. He started feeling jealous that he couldn't feel the sensations that were eliciting those sounds of pleasure, so he stepped in to watch more closely.
Thomas had positioned himself behind me and was feeling my ass, while Dillon stood directly in front of me. His lips were so close to my cock, that I could feel his breath on my foreskin. It was just seconds before his tongue was exploring the inside of my foreskin, before he pulled it back so he could take my head between his luscious lips. At the same time, Thomas had dropped to his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks apart. He spread his own legs apart and humped the air, as his tongue began slithering against my hole. "Oh yeah, that feels so good." I said, encouraging them further. It was so incredibly sexy being services by the brothers, while I stood there wearing nothing but Nathan's crucifix. I relished the irony as I licked my lips and moaned my approval and encouragements to my wards.
I spread my legs further apart, placed my left hand against the back of Dillon's head, and my right hand against the back of Thomas's, and gently pushed both boys toward me. Nathan's cock disappeared into Dillon's mouth, who stopped sucking only to marvel over my foreskin as Thomas shoved his tongue into my hole. Both brothers had freed up their right hands, allowing them to stroke their smooth little cocks as they pleasured me. I could sense Nathan's spirit very near, running his non-corporal hands across our bodies in wonder and shock. After the boys switched positions for a few moments, I suggested that we all get down on the floor together. They quickly agreed and sooner the three of us were sprawled out nude on the floor, our smooth bodies all making contact.
"Can I touch yours now?" I asked Thomas and Dillon, who both eagerly agreed. Dillon was lying on his back and spread his legs far apart, giving me access to his hard two-inch boy cock. I gently massaged his hairless balls and shaft, before taking both into my mouth to taste. The aroma of his boyhood nearly brought me to climax, compounded further as Thomas began jerking my cock.
I slipped a finger into Dillon's hole as I sucked on both his cock and balls and he responded by moaning softly and thrusting into both my mouth and finger. "Oh, please don't stop Nathan!" He cooed pleadingly. However, I was going to edge him for a while so I could turn my attention to Thomas. The eleven year old wrapped his arm around his leg and spread it wide, allowing me to explore his bigger cock with my fingers and then my tongue.
"Oh Nathan, you do that really good!" Thomas gasped, before I slid my tongue down his balls to his hole, which prompted more high-pitched adolescent "OH yeah!" as my tongue plunged into his depths while I reached out and fondled Dillon.
"Don't put your tongue down there, that's gross!" Nathan's spirit complained, before contemplating the look of pure bliss on Thomas's face. "Isn't it?" He added in confusion, as his body seemed to moan only as if approving of the action. He put his face up close to watch the tongue slide in and out of the older brother's quivering hole and for an instant wished he was doing it but he quickly suppressed that thought, turned away angrily, and swore off his insolent body for the moment.
"I think Dillon needs some more attention, don't you think?" I remarked to Thomas. The both of us simultaneously eyed the nine year old, who licked his lips and swayed his hips in an innocent and yet extraordinarily sexy manner. Thomas nodded his head eagerly, but looked back at me for instruction. "Get on your hands and knees like a puppy." I ordered Dillon, who quickly followed my directions and wiggled his smooth, tight little ass like a dog.
"Are you going to stick it inside him?" Thomas asked breathlessly. I nodded my head affirmatively, and motioned for his assistance. He knelt beside Dillon and placed both hands on his slender thighs and pried those perfect white bounds apart, eager to show off his brother's hole to me. Dillon lowered his front end and stuck his ass higher in the air, indicating his own excitement at the prospect. After I bathed his hole in my tongue, I quickly pulled Nathan's foreskin back, and the exposed head against Dillon's sphincter. I was grateful that Nathan's cock was less developed than Thomas's was, since it made penetration much easier and more comfortable for Dillon but not so underdeveloped that he wouldn't feel it.
Dillon moaned sweetly and looked back at me, "I can feel it. Do it more!" He said. Needless to say, I more than happy obliged.
I looked over Thomas and suggested he put his cock into Dillon's mouth. Thomas loved that idea and soon we had Dillon spit-roasted between us. We started slow, but soon Thomas and I worked ourselves into a frenzy as we both pushed our cocks into Dillon, who could only slobber and moan in his pre-pubescent voice. His fingers eagerly explored and stroked his little hard-on, much to Nathan's spirit confusion.
"Oh poor Dillon, this is so terrible!" Nathan's soul lamented, until he got down on his hands and knees and was able to make out what the young boy way saying despite having his mouth full of his brother's cock.
"More please!" Dillon moaned with an unintentionally lewd slurping sound. Nathan gasped when he realized how much the boy enjoyed being between the two older boys.
"You're so tight. You're making it feel so good!" I complimented Dillon, who responded by trying to push his ass into me. I looked up at Thomas, "Would you like to stick it in me?" I asked him.
His eyes widened, "Really? At the same time!" He said excitedly. The boy wasted no time getting behind me. I spread my ass cheeks apart for him and exposed Nathan's virgin hole for his use. In his youthful enthusiasm he hilted deep inside, but in doing so pushed me into Dillon causing a mix of pain and intense pleasure.
Nathan's spirit yelled, "He stuck his thing right inside me! Take that out right this instant! It's not supposed to go there."
"Do it as hard as you can." I challenged Thomas, who quickly granted my wish. It took about five minutes before we found our rhythm, but the harder Thomas plowed into me, the harder I took Dillon and together we moaned, sweated and grinded into one another for what felt like a blissful eternity of paradise.
Nathan's spirit fell silent as he watched us fuck, and then whimpered about being left out of everything fun. Thomas was the first to climax, and I felt some of his clear fluid shoot inside me, which in turn pushed me over the edge. My body and muscles seized, forcing my back to arch and mouth to open. I thrust one last time inside Dillon as my muscles began to spasm and I felt one or two drops ooze out of my cock. I quickly flipped Dillon on to his back and eagerly sucked him until he began thrashing in the throes of his own little dry orgasm. We swapped positions and carried on for several more hours while Nathan's soul watched in increased fascination and disappointment at being left out.
As the boys cleaned up in the shower, I discovered that they had cranked the heat up in the house to 80F. "Those little bastards." I laughed to myself, shaking my head. I reset the heat and opened a couple windows so that their parents wouldn't sense anything amiss. I didn't allow Nathan to regain his body until the parents were home and I was safely out the front door. However, I left my voice planted deep in his subconscious to continue to guide him. He walked home feeling confused and broken-hearted. He finally realized his life was literally passing him by.
When he got home, he pulled off his clothing, put on his pajamas, and sat on the end of the bed, unable to fathom what his body had done, or how to replicate the apparent pleasure and enjoyment that it had without him. That's when it was my time to begin helping him learn, just as I did with Thomas and Dillon. I encouraged him to remove his pajamas and sit back in his bed, with his legs spread apart. I guided his hands around his chest and asked him how it felt.
"It feels nice!" He whispered into the darkness, as his uncut cock began to inflate. He was afraid to touch his cock, so I needed to push him to wrap his fingers around it and play with the foreskin.
"Now pretend its Dillon and Thomas doing that." I whispered into his ear.
"Oh yeah! I'd like that a lot." He whispered, as he closed his eyes and imagined doing all the things he witnessed just a couple hours before.
"And you'd like to put it inside Dillon, wouldn't you?" I teased him. He didn't respond, but the image of Dillon's ass formed in his mind and he began jerking his cock harder. "Yeah, you really want it. And imagine Thomas sticking his thing into you too." I suggested. To hammer my point home, I guided Nathan's finger to his ass. He lifted his body up a bit and teased his own hole. "Feels good doesn't it? Especially when he did it really hard." I mentioned. Nathan plunged his finger in, began jerking his cock even harder, and began moaning in pleasure.
I let him ride his pleasure until it crested, and formed into the first orgasm his soul ever embraced. His face brightened like an angel, his mouth agape as his back arched into the air and he slammed his finger all the way inside. His orgasm resulted in a drop of clear fluid that formed at the tip, which he wiped up with his finger and tasted. "Wow that was awesome!" He panted, completely out of breath and drained.
He got up to use the bathroom and ran into his younger brother Alex, who is near Dillon's age with chestnut brown hair, eyes and a freckle strewn face. His face brightened when he saw his brother, "How was Dillon and Tommy?" He asked curiously.
"They were good." Nathan said with uncertainty.
"Cool! I'm going over to see them tomorrow." He said.
Nathan smiled, and his mind immediately imagined his little brother sandwiched between the two older boys. This caused his cock to twinge at the thought as he reached out to rub his brother's head. "I'm sure you're going to have a lot of fun." He said. I took this opportunity to invade the boy's body as Nathan returned to his bedroom to masturbate some more imagining his brother joining into the fun.
Alex returned to his room, and I immediately had him remove his pajamas and stand in front of his mirror so that I could admire his creamy, lithe form. He was under four feet tall and couldn't weigh more than fifty pounds. His little uncut cock was barely an inch and a half, tucked up close to his crotch. I played with the foreskin and rubbed myself until it inflated to about two inches as I stroked it. I had Alex kneel before the mirror and feel his chest while jerking his little cock. I started putting the images of a naked Dillon and Thomas into his mind, and I felt his body respond positively to the idea. I decided Alex would be my gift to the boys, their toy to use. Alex moaned softly and felt his behind as he humped the air. I encouraged this little game until he began gasping for air and flailing as if having a heart attack. He fell back to the ground panting, having just experienced his first dry orgasm. He immediately stood back up, beginning the process all over again without my encouragement and repeated the procedure. He would have done it all night if I didn't restrain him. After all, I didn't want Dillon and Thomas's new toy to rub himself raw before they had their chance with him. I'd have Nathan take a turn too, but I wanted the boys to have his virginity.
"Tomorrow is going to be the coolest day ever!" I whispered into Alex's ear, who nodded eagerly in agreement.