Mafisto's Vignettes
By Mafisto [mafistov@hotmail.com]
Vignette 1: Water babes
[Fantasy casting: David Charvet, Thomas Whalan. Collage at
http://www.egroups.com/group/GayCelebMCStories in file section.
Comments welcome and appreciated.]
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 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 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 always said to the 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 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 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 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 [Fantasy casting: Jensen Ackles. Collage at
http://www.egroups.com/group/GayCelebMCStories in file section.
Comments welcome and appreciated.]
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 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 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 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 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 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 of his until I could no
longer contain myself. We came together, our juices mixing on his
chest; at my bidding, he brought the mˇlange 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 [Fantasy casting: Jesse Spencer. Collage at
http://www.egroups.com/group/GayCelebMCStories in file section.
Comments welcome and appreciated.]
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 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 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 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 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.
Vignette 4: Medication
[Fantasy casting: Erik Von Detten. Collage at
http://www.egroups.com/group/GayCelebMCStories in file section.
Comments welcome and appreciated.]
Every year since I'd bought my house in Boston, I'd rented my
extra bedroom to students from abroad. It helped me pay the
mortgage, and I enjoyed the company. The bedroom itself was
spacious and the house, warm and cozy with a certain rustic
charm, was only a short walk away from the subway: I thus had
dozens of applicants to interview each year. I always chose a
good looking, but straight, teen. Why? Fear of rejection, I
guess. I was thirty-five, plain looking and quite shy. I didn't
want to spend an entire year with a student who'd rejected my
advances.
That year, however, I had developed a serious crush on the
student who lodged with me: Erik Dattan, a vapid, na•ve, dark
blonde surfer from California who studied in Visual Arts.
Although usually in a good mood, he mostly kept to himself, and
was obsessively prude: he kept his bedroom locked and was always
fully dressed whenever he wasn't in it or in the adjacent
bathroom. I didn't see him much -he tended to go out with friends
at night and come back home only to go to sleep.
One day, when I came home, I found Erik standing in the middle of
the living room, looking at the floor and gently swaying from
side to side, a weird smile on his face.
"Is everything all right?" I asked, then noticed that he was
holding a bottle of pills in his hand.
"Yeah, dude, it's fine," Erik said, still smiling.
"What are those pills you're holding?" I asked.
"Just some pills..." he said. He frowned, as if thinking was very
difficult for him. "New pills... For my epilepsy..." They
obviously were having some kind of side effect on him. Should I
call 911? I asked him how he felt.
"Great. I'm floating in space... I like those pills, dude..."
"Why aren't you moving?"
"I can't decide what to do, dude..."
I had never seen him even remotely indecisive: he was always
busy, mostly or painting in his room. But now he looked
so helpless, as if he had lost all willpower.
"Why don't you sit down?"
He nodded, walked to the sofa and let himself drop. Suddenly, he
looked up from the floor and at me, a vague and pleading look.
"Could you tell me what I want, please?"
I was stunned by his words. They sounded so bizarre, yet so
sincere. "You want to take off that shirt," I tried on him.
"Yeah... That's what I want. Take off my shirt. Thanks, dude..."
he said, then took off his gray and brown checkered shirt. He
wore a gray T-shirt underneath.
"You want to stand up, now," I said.
He just nodded and stood up. He stared at me, then opened his
arms with a concerned face. "What now?" I couldn't believe it! He
was doing everything I asked him to, and even asked me for
orders. Would he do something he'd never do normally, something
against his personality?
"You're hot. You want to take off your pants right here..."
"I don't know if I want that." He frowned again. "I mean, I don't
want to walk around in my underwear... Do I?"
"You don't mind. We're close friends now, dude. In fact," I
added, to test the limits of the medication's side effects,
"whenever we're alone in the house, you'll want to strip down to
your boxers. It's so much more comfortable."
He considered that for a moment, than said. "I guess I'd want
that. I wouldn't be shy with a buddy. It's so hot in here." With
a resigned face, he unzipped his pants and slid them off his
smooth, slender legs. He wore a pair of loose checkered cotton
boxers. I was examining him, taking in the sight, when he
regained his senses with a startle.
"Dude? Didn't see you come in. My epilepsy pills gave me a buzz."
He was back to his normal self. "Sorry for the mess," he said,
picking up his and pants. "I better put these in my room."
He strutted to his room, stripped from his T-shirt, threw his
clothes in, then walked back in his boxers only. "Do you want
help for dinner?" I was in awe.
We spent the rest of the night watching TV, both of us in our
boxers. The next night, when he came home, he was already
shirtless and unzipping his pants by the time he opened the door.
Then he took his medication again...
During the following days, I made sure I was home by the time
Erik took his medication (usually immediately after school).
After five minutes, the hypnotic effect kicked in, and I had
about ten minutes to alter his thoughts.
First, I changed his overall behavior at home. He stopped going
out at night, preferring to hang around with me. Within a few
days, he also became much more affectionate towards me, hugging
me, rubbing my shoulders, stroking my thighs, and letting me do
the same to him. He started to keep his bedroom door unlocked,
and eventually open most of the time. Second, I implanted certain
triggers in his mind: talking about sports would give him a
hard-on, a beer would make him reveal something private about
himself, and music would make him extremely horny. Finally, I
made him more and more submissive to whatever I told him when he
wasn't under. He believed and obeyed anything I told him that was
the slightest bit reasonable. Despite all my efforts though, he
strongly resisted, often with anger, any sexual suggestion
involving my touching or watching him. And he still kept the
bathroom door locked when he was taking a shower. So much still
to do!
I put on some classical music one night, and he soon came out of
his room with only an open and a towel around his
waist. "I'm taking a shower, dude," he said. He squeezed my
shoulders and hugged me from behind.
"Huh-uh. Do you think the Celtics are gonna win tonight?"
"No way, dude!" he said. I briefly sensed his hardening cock on
my butt, and then he pulled away, embarrassed.
"Give me your shirt," I said. I no longer had to justify simple
commands: he stopped, took it off, and handed it to me, offering
me a good look at the tent in his towel. "You forgot to take your
medication, by the way," I said, handing him the bottle. He
hadn't, but I wanted to give him some more suggestions that
night.
"Did I?" he asked, puzzled. "I better take it now."
He took his usual dose then went into the bathroom. Soon after, I
tried the door. It wasn't locked! Finally my suggestions had
taken hold. I came in silently. He stood nude with his back to
me, his tight bubble ass exposed, jerking off. The floor creaked
and he whirled around, grabbing his towel to cover his crotch. He
was furious. "Get out of here!" he yelled. Fortunately, the
medication kicked in. He closed his eyes. This was new: he
usually had his eyes open with a smile. Was it because it was the
second dose?
"Erik," I tried. "Drop the towel." He let it drop. His cut, 7"
hard cock was pointing upwards, and juicy; his balls hanged
a bit low. "From now on, you will be completely open about sex."
I waited for him to argue this suggestion as he usually did. He
didn't -the second trance of the day was deeper, it seemed. "You
won't mind people seeing you naked or jerking off. Any sexual
proposition will make you instantly horny and willing. Having sex
with another will feel normal and exciting." He repeated my
words until he came out of the trance. He looked confused, but he
smiled. "What are you doing here in the bathroom?"
"Can I take a shower with you?" I asked, smiling too.
"Sure, dude. Come on in!"
I stripped and we showered. It was fantastic to finally get my
hands on him. We soaped each other up. I spent a long time
washing his ass. I jerked him off, rubbing my hard cock between
his legs. Then, with a single whisper, I made him kneel before me
and suck my dick, the water splashing on his head. He was hungry
for it now -there was no way I could recognize the prude straight
who had come to live with me a week ago. When we got out of the
shower, I went to the kitchen to grab two beers. He walked in
with a towel around his waist, probably out of habit. I pulled it
off and he just stood there, nude, scratching his pubic hair.
"So Erik, do you want me to fuck your ass?"
"Sure, dude, anything." He turned around and bent, holding the
counter. "This music makes me so horny." He was taken by surprise
by the pain, and screamed, half from pain, half from pleasure.
His ass was soft and burning hot. I couldn't get enough of him. I
pumped and pumped and pumped; I scratched his chest; I licked
behind his ears; then I came all over his back. I turned him
around and his cock like a vacuum, making him twist and
turn and squirm. "Dude, this feels so fucking great! Ooooohhhh...
Yes, suck it. Faster... Fuck, I'm coming." I let him his
warm juices inside my mouth, and rolled them in for a few seconds
before swallowing.
It was a fantastic year. Erik, who had once been so obsessed with
modesty, stripped for me as soon as he got home, and spent the
rest of the night in the nude. While we were watching TV, we
often jerked each other off. We slept together, he woke me up
with a blowjob, and then we took our shower together. He shared
with me his most intimate secrets, and his ass was always
available for a fuck.
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