I lay back on my couch and watched Russell get dressed. I would break the trance momentarily. We'd just been enjoying a long session of masturbation, one of many since he had come under my power. I never got tired of watching him pleasure himself, fisting his hand up and down his thick cock until it spewed forth wad after wad of thick cum. You can imagine, then, the tinge of disappointment I felt every time I watched him cram it back into his pants.
When he was fully clothed I ordered him to sit on the couch with me, then proceeded to give the instructions for tonight.
"When I invite you to a party tonight, you will accept. When I, and only I, offer you a drink at this party, you will be overcome with an overwhelming desire to have sex with me. You will act out this desire when I lead you into a bathroom. On this occasion only, in the few seconds before you come, you will awake from your trance, completely aware of what you have just done. If at any time I say kangaroo, you will stop whatever you're doing. Do you understand?"
Russell repeated his instructions as I had programmed him to do, then said he understood. Satisfied, I switched the TV back onto the rugby we had been watching. The moment I said, "Angel" he awoke from his trance.
I kept my eyes fixed on the screen, pretending not to notice. He glanced at his watch and exclaimed, "Bloody hell, look at the time! Did I drop off or something?"
"I don't know," I replied innocently, then smirked. "At least you were quiet about it."
His snoring was often the butt of my jokes. He gave me a friendly punch on the arm and got up. "I have to go. Meant to be meeting someone in half an hour."
"You miss rugby for a meeting? She must be hot stuff."
We walked to the front door of my apartment. Russell said, "She's alright. Nothing serious just yet."
"There's a Halloween party at my boss' mansion tonight. If you're not doing anything, why don't you bring her?"
There was no hesitation in his reply. "Yeah, why not. Is it the mansion with the enormous black gates?"
I nodded and opened the door. "See you there at around eight then. I should warn you it's fancy dress."
"Warn me? I'm an actor," he laughed, walking down the hall. I shut the door and leaned against it. If everything went as planned tonight, my considerable influence over Russ would increase dramatically.
* * * * *
The boss' annual Halloween party was no more than another opportunity to ingratiate himself with the region's big hitters, but he liked to keep a good cross section of people. Naturally, I have full access to the guest list. Russell would be the entertainment section.
By nine, the large ball room looked like a venue for The Rocky Horror Show. Had it been up to me, I would've just draped a white sheet over my head. Sadly, it wasn't. I had been ordered to dress as Apollo, the Greek god of the Sun. This entailed a tiny gold toga, sandals, a laurel wreath, a bow and arrows, and a lyre, not to mention half a bottle of baby oil rubbed on my skin. I felt like a real tit.
Part of me wanted to run and hide in shame when I saw Russ walk in. He was wearing a hot cowboy outfit, complete with leathers and a black Stetson. His date was wearing an overblown princess outfit. I quickly rearranged my toga to hide my bulge (for some reason, I wasn't allowed to wear underpants) and walked over to them.
Russ was a natural at playing the surly cowboy. With teeth clenched on a toothpick, he introduced me to Caitlin. She managed a frigid smile.
"Can I get you both a drink?" I asked.
Russ nodded silently while Caitlin ordered a small gin-and-tonic. As I turned and walked to the bar, I could feel Russell's eyes all over the backs of my thighs. Maybe this toga wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Standing by the bar, I imagined him running his hands up my legs. Under the toga, my erection grew more and more noticeable. When I walked back with the drinks, I had to stoop a little to hide it.
Russ took his lager silently. The brim of the Stetson hid his eyes but I knew where he was looking. I subtley loosened my toga to expose some more of my chest. Judging by the bulge in his pants, Russ fully appreciated it.
He cut Caitlin off in mid-speech. "Show us the bathroom would you, Shane."
I nodded and led the way out of the hall, struggling not to laugh at her furious expression. Russ followed close behind me. I walked past the the main bathrooms to one in a different wing of the mansion. There was less chance of being disturbed by other guests that way.
I opened the door for him. As he was walking in, he grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
"Oi!" I yelled as he locked the door, knowing full well what was going on. "What're you doing?"
I didn't like playing the victim, but it was essential for Russ, when he awoke from this trance, to belive that he had fucked me against my will. How else could I show him his own homosexual lusts?
Russ spat out his toothpick and threw his hat in the corner. "Take your clothes off."
"What?" The shock in my voice was perfect. "Stop messing around and let me out."
In two long strides, he was pinning me against the wall, growling, "Shut up and do what I tell you."
He literally tore the toga off my body and pressed his mouth on mine. I wasn't afraid - if things turned nasty I would use the safety word. The kiss was a feral one. I put up a bit of a fight despite my enjoyment. His hands held my arms down by my sides while he rubbed his knee over my naked crotch.
The feel of cool leather on my burning cock was amazing. I managed to mumble "stop" as his hand gripped it and started jerking. I put my hand on his chest as if to shove him back, so he forced he onto my knees in front of him and grunted, "Suck my dick."
"Fuck you!" I yelled back. The way I was getting into this role, I wondered if there was a career in acting for me after all.
He simply flung me to the floor and yanked his zip down. I started crawling on all-fours towards the door, knowing he was getting a perfect view of my ass.
I yelped when he grabbed me by the hips. He held the scruff of my neck with one hand to stop me thrashing so much, while the other guided his cock towards my tight asshole.
The moment he penetrated me, I cried out and begged him to stop. He paid no attention, simply pushing in deeper. Fortunately, I'd used some baby oil to lube myself before he got here.
I let out a few screams of pain as he started to saw his thick member in and out of me. Then I stuck to whimpers and gasps so as not to attract attention. These, and the clink of spurs on his boots were the only sounds. Despite my protests, it felt like my entire groin was on sexual fire. The urge to jack on my cock each time Russell shoved inside was impossibly tempting. It took all my effort to resist.
When they next pressed against me, his balls felt tight. I knew that any moment now he would come, and in those all-important seconds before, he would wake up shocked, confused and on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
His grip around my hips loosened, so I started to get vocal again. "Jesus Christ...oww...get the fuck...ahh...off me!"
Russell pitched forward with a load moan. I felt his hot seed shoot deep inside my ass, a sweet, erotic warmth.
"Shane?" His voice sounded lost.
"Get off me!" I yelled angrily. His cock withdrew suddenly and I jumped up. "You bastard, I thought you were my friend!"
I really hated this part, seeing his bewildered expression. I hated blaming him for something I told him to do, something that I even enjoyed. But wasn't that the point of doing something for the greater good?
Russ was shaking his head. "I didn't...I thought...I didn't mean to hurt you..."
He hurried past me and out of the room. I locked the door and slid down against it, sighing. I felt like shit.
* * * * *
Two days later, after hearing nothing from Russell, I knocked on the door to his appartment. He answered it wearing boxers and a white T- shirt. His unshaven face was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. "Hi."
I held up the Stetson and said, "You left this at the party."
He took it with a word of thanks. I decided to end the awkwardness quickly. "Listen, I didn't mean what I said the other night. I understand why you did it and I want you to know I'm alright about it. I'm still your mate, okay."
"Thanks, Shane," he said with a slight smile. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," I told him, then walked away. I certainly wasn't.
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