(Starring Nick Carter and Brian Littrell)
Brian Littrell returned to the hotel a few hours early. He had told the rest of the guys that he wanted to call his family while he had the chance (they were all planning on having a night on the town that night). 'My family is on vacation in Europe,' he thought. 'I wonder what made me lie . . .'
Unsure of what to do now that he had ditched his friends, Brian made his way to his and Nick's room. 'Maybe he'll be back by now.' Finally he reached the suite. He listened quietly at the door: nothing. With a shrug, Brian unlocked the door and entered.
The first thing he noticed was Nick lying on the bed with his face buried in his pillow. The second thing he noticed was Nick's butt wrapped in slightly too tight jeans. As he gazed at Nick's sleeping body, Brian felt the stirrings of desire that he usually had to deal with at pool parties with other women or when watching his favorite actresses in hot movies. Unable to control himself even to the point of wondering why he was growing aroused by his closest, and very male, friend, Brian made his way to the bed. Focused only on Nick's body, he got onto the bed and straddled his friend, though he kept his body off Nick's to avoid waking him up.
Ignoring possible consequences, Brian put his hands on Nick's back and slowly began to massage his back through his t-shirt. Soon, Nick began to stir.
"What the . . .? Brian?!" Nick jerked around to see Brian kneeling over him. 'Oh my gosh! It wasn't a dream!'
"Nick . . ." Brian stammered. Nick watched the glazed expression fade from Brian's face and tried to figure out how his odd dream had snaked its way into reality. "I'm so . . . sorry, Nick. I have no idea what came over me."
Nick found himself caught up in his best friend's handsome looks. 'How do I respond?' Nick thought. 'I can't tell him I liked it; I don't think he even knew what he was doing.' While he tried to figure out what to say, Nick found himself picturing Brian without his shirt on.
"Nick, say something. I don't know what to . . . " Brian stopped as he suddenly found himself lifting up his shirt. "Whoa, what's happening?!"
As Brian slowly pulled his shirt over his head, Nick stared in shock. 'He's doing what I wanted him to do! My dream must have taken control of him as well. This has to be what the man from last night meant by "recruit". I can't do this to my best friend, or anyone! Well, actually, Brian *is* awfully attractive, and I suppose I probably do not have a choice in the matter . . .' Nick knew these thoughts were not his own, since yesterday he was not even gay, but he was increasingly losing control and grew more determined to take advantage of his new power over people.
Brian was now standing shirtless beside the bed. He obviously was thinking about putting his shirt back on, but couldn't bring himself to. "Nick, do you know what's happening to me? Are you doing this?"
"Relax, Brian. You're safe."
"Safe? You're right, I don't have to worry."
'So verbal suggestions work as well as mental. Interesting.' Nick started to concentrate on ways Brian could turn him on, causing Brian to start running his hands up his own torso. Brian looked confused as he began to feel up his chest, but he felt safe so he didn't grow alarmed.
Suddenly the phone rang. Nick jumped up in surprise and ran to the phone. While he was talking on the phone (he had forgotten about Brian in the surrealism of the whole situation), Brian regained mental control of his body.
'Why was I feeling myself up? And right in front of Nick, as well! He didn't seem surprised at all when I started touching myself; he must be doing this somehow.' Brian grabbed his shirt and quietly backed towards the door. He didn't know where to go, but he had to get away from here.
Nick was hanging up the phone as Brian turned the knob to the suite-door. "Brian, stop!" Immediately, Brian took his hand off the knob and turned around.
Distressed at his lack of control once again, Brian resorted to the only control he still had: verbal. "Nick, did you hypnotize me? How are you doing this? WHY are you doing this, you're my best friend?!" Stepping close to Brian, Nick reached out and ran a finger along Brian's jaw-line. "Stop this, Nick."
Nick began thinking about Brian getting extremely turned on by his touch. As he brought his hands to Brian's bare chest, Brian couldn't suppress a shudder of pleasure. Leaning down, Nick brought his lips to Brian's left nipple.
Brian gasped. "How . . .
'This is hotter than any of the sex I had with fans. I guess being gay won't be so bad . . . at least, not with these powers.' Nick licked up Brian's chest and then stood back up to look closely into Brian's eyes. "By the way," Nick whispered, "That was Kevin on the phone. The gang went to the big arcade in town for a few hours. I, uh, 'convinced' Kevin to skip the arcade and come back to the hotel for a visit."
"No! No . . . you can't! Don't do this!"
"Oh, but you want me to do this, Brian. You want me to do this to everyone. You like to see attractive men under my control, just like *you* enjoy being under my control."
"No, I don't! STOP THIS!"
"But you don't want me to stop! Forget girls, you're obsessed with the bodies of other men, aren't you? You're gay, aren't you? In fact, you have a crush on me, and not only would you do anything I wanted, but you'd enjoy it more than you've enjoyed anything else in the world."
The light of individuality slowly faded from Brian's eyes as he thought about how hot his new life would be as Nick's sex slave. He also found himself eagerly anticipating Kevin's arrival, and hoped that Nick would let them play together. Suddenly, he had an overwhelming urge to take Nick in his arms. Nick fell into his arms and they pressed their lips together. Brian worked his hands up Nick's shirt and ran them along his smooth back. Their tongues fought each other for dominance in the other's mouth as they ran their hands over the other's torso.
Nick broke off the kiss and gave Brian room to bring his hands around to Nick's chest. After fondling his chest and gazing into Nick's eyes, Brian worked Nick's shirt off. They came together in a kiss again, pressing their bare torsos together. Nick marveled at the feeling of another male body pressed to his own. Both boys had slim, muscular bodies, which, coupled with their new homosexuality, brought their lust to a mutual frenzy. Kissing madly, and wildly feeling each other's body, they made their way to the bed. Brian fell back on the bed and Nick immediately got on top of him. They pressed together in and frenched each other's beings. Finally, Nick pulled away and licked his way down Brian's neck and chest. When he reached Brian's stomach he began kissing down his abdomen until he got to his pants.
Glancing up, Nick licked his lips at Brian's blank, but lustful, expression. Looking back down, he unbuttoned Brian's pants and pulled them off. After his shoes and socks came off, Brian had only his blue boxers covering his body. Nick reached over and started fondling Brian's fully erect cock though his boxers, causing Brian to start gyrating his hips forward in pleasure.
"Oh man," Brian groaned. "This is so hot!"
Nick grinned wickedly. "What are friends for?"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Nick casually glanced up at Kevin, who was gaping incredulously in the doorway. "Calm down, sexy. Wanna play?"
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