Chapter 1
Playing with the Big Boys

"Stall 7!" Jason Reiley held the disc as his teammates ran across the park's open field, trying to get away from the defenders, but the guards were tight on them. "Stall 8!" came the next call. He was almost out of time, he needed to ditch it…

That was when little Mikey made his run. The kid was the youngest player on the field, just 12 years old, and short, too, maybe 4'8" [1.4m]. The others were sophomores and juniors in high school. Some more than four years older than him and he barely came up to some of their chests. But folks underestimated him a lot, and as the kid sped away, it looked like they'd done it again.

"Stall 9!"

Jason pivoted back and launched it. Mikey did this a lot; he went for the long bomb, and a lot of times the risky pass didn't connect. This time, though, the disc flew through the air, floating up in a straight, smooth arc. It flew over the heads of everyone mid-field, small against the sunny sky, and then started to descend. Mikey turned to look for it and adjusted his run, trying to keep up with it. The disc came down from the sky, moving fast, and Mikey raised his hands. He got his hand around the disc but it bounced off, twirling in the air, and he fumbled for it, hands grasping in the air. At the last second, he managed to put himself underneath the disc and managed to grab it with his arms, holding it against his chest. He was in the endzone. Jason's team had scored, and won!.

"Yeah!" Jason shouted, pumping his fist in the air. He couldn't help watching Mikey shout as well, jumping up in the air happily, a wide, pearly-white smile on his face.

"That was awesome!" Mikey shouted, raising his hands into the air triumphantly, right hand still grasping the disc.

"Nice catch!" Jason called back, even as he thought God, that kid is so beautiful. He loved those joyous brown eyes that seemed to always glitter, his cute, smooth calves and arms, and the fact he seemed to have basically a constant smile. Jason loved watching the younger boy run, those long, smooth legs pumping against the ground. Now he got to watch those boyish muscles strain as he jumped for joy.

Mikey smiled again and did a little dance, turning around in a small circle and shaking his body. Jason tried to distract himself a little bit to keep from getting a boner in his loose shorts as he ran up to the boy and high-fived him. He relished the chance to touch Mikey's skin against his own. The cute boy was a sweaty mess right now, and Jason loved him for it.

The other players gathered around, lined up, and shook hands, each time repeating "good game." It was a pretty laid-back game really, just high school kids doing their thing, but when Mikey joined everyone always made sure to up their sportsmanship. He was only 12, and if he wasn't so much fun they probably wouldn't have even let him play. (Not that Jason minded.) But if the kid was playing, they figured they ought to play nice.

They broke up. Jason knew that if he was going to do what he had planned, he had to man up and do it. "Hey Mikey," he asked, "want to stick around for a bit? I want to show you something."

"Sure," replied Mikey. While everyone else headed off, the teen and the tween stayed back and drank some water. Mikey grabbed his bottle and squeezed it, dripping water all over himself. His shirt, already sweaty, was now soaked with water and clung tightly to his chest and stomach.

"This is a thing I read about in a book," Jason told Mikey. "Do you mind if I draw on your hand?"

"Ummmm…" said the boy. God, Jason loved that voice, still with the high tones of a pre-teen. "I guess not. Nothing dirty, right?" he said, grinning mischievously as he held out his trusting hand. Mikey was religious, and unlike his peers he typically stayed away when the older kids talked about sex.

"Nah," the high schooler said, taking out a pen. "You know I wouldn't do that. These are some runes. Like, magic symbols. They're supposed to bring good luck and happiness." Well, maybe not to you, Jason thought to himself, but they will for me, if they work.

Jason took Mikey's hand in his own. It was warm, and he could feel the pulse at the wrist, still running fast from the game. Mikey's hand was soaked, so he found a dry part of his shirt and ran it along the hand, drying it off so he could write on it. Mikey smiled that wide, toothy smile.

Once the boy's left hand was dry enough, Jason held it palm up and positioned the pen. He knew he had to get this part right. "Hold still," he told the boy.

Jason drew a circle on the freshly dried palm and heard the boy giggle. "That tickles!" Mikey griped.

"Just hold on," Jason told him, as he started to draw again, placing runes in the circle in the specified order, dividing it into chambers to split the meaning of the runes appropriately.

"This seems really silly," Mikey said. "They're supposed to be magic?"

"It's just something I read," Jason told him. "It'll be fun. Even if it doesn't work, it's a funny story, right?"

"Sure, alright," the boy said, grinning to himself.

Holding that warm, tender hand in his own, Jason started to trace the runes with his finger. "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu."

"Whoa," Mikey said, wiggling his sweaty hand in the older boy's, "that feels weird."

Jason could feel a warmth on the palm. It was beyond the normal heat even from an exercising 12-year-old. He finished the incantation. "Acum fach tot careh vrau!"'

Jason looked back up at the boy. His lovely, innocent, oval face was suddenly blank, his mouth hanging open a little bit. His hands were hot with magical energy. Twelve-year-old Mikey rocked back and forth where he stood, and Jason knew the runes had worked.

Jason was filled with excitement and adrenaline. His heart beat nervously. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"Mikey," he said to the entranced boy, "can you hear me?" Jason's voice was shaking.

"Uhhh," moaned the boy, otherwise motionless. "Yes, sir." Of course, with the runes in effect, he'd naturally call Jason "sir" or something like it. They ensured he saw himself as subservient to the older boy.

"Will you do what I tell you?"

"Yes, sir," he replied in his flat, high-pitched voice. Unfortunately, Jason knew that wasn't quite true. He'd only been able to make a pretty small drawing to fit on the small hand, and each rune could only hold so much energy. Worse, it could only be done once every few hours. Something to look forward to, he supposed!

"All right, Mikey," he said. "Tonight, I'm going to come to you while you're asleep. You'll let me do whatever I want, and you won't remember it. Understood?"

"Yes, sir…" he replied. Jason felt his hand. There was a flash of warmth as the runes held the commands within them, and then the warmth dimmed to less than it was before. That meant part of their energy was used up.

"Now give me your keys." He felt the flash of warmth on his hand, and the boy obediently reached into his pocket and took out his house keys. He handed them over and Jason pocketed them. His hand returned to a still-cooler temperature now that more energy had been spent.

"Now," Jason said, "wake up and go home. You won't remember any of this. You'll think you just went right home after Ultimate."

His hand flashed warm. "Yes, sir," he said. Then it returned to its normal temperature.

"Bye, Jason!" said Mikey, smiling. He grabbed his bag and walked off, spinning the frisbee on his finger.

Jason stared at his backside as he walked off. He was so excited he was going to see him that night.

* * *

Jason went to bed early that night, and woke up at 1am. He was a nervous wreck as he walked through his house. He started up the car, hearing the engine run loud, and drove off, glad he'd gotten his license a week ago!

He parked the car a block away from Mikey's house and walked over. He knew Mikey's older brother Kyle, so he knew where he lived.

The lights at the house were all off. He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door quietly, turning the door knob slowly to open it, then quietly shutting the door, and finally, slowly, letting the knob turn back. The thumping of his heart had turned into thunder. He was pretty sure everyone slept on the third floor, so it should be all right, he told himself as he tiptoed through the house.

Of course, he hadn't thought to find out which room was actually Mikey's. Come to think of it, for all he knew he shared a room. But the house was big enough that he probably had a room of his own.

Jason nervously opened the first door he found, but it was Mikey's older sister. He didn't remember her name. Amy? That sounded right. She was a senior, about to go off to college next year. His heart raced when he saw her, but she was sound asleep, and he closed the door quietly.

What if someone was on their phone? This was super dangerous! He kept walking down the hallway, and that's when he realized what an idiot he was. There was a door with a big drawing of a dinosaur, reading "RAWR! Mikey's room!"

Jason quietly turned the door knob and pushed the door open. It was Mikey's room, all right. Boys' clothing was strewn all across the floor. He saw frisbees and soccer balls in a corner. A few board games. Some forgotten stuffed animals pushed into a distant part of the room. Posters of football teams on the wall.

Jason came in, stepping on some of the dirty underwear and shorts. Quietly, he pushed the door shut, then tiptoed over to the sleeping boy.

His body was outlined by a bedsheet, with no other covers. Jason's heart still raced in his chest. Oh my god, this is Mikey, he thought. The boy's head lolled to one side, eyes closed, mouth open, a tiny trace of drool down the side of his chin. His lithe legs lay askew down the bed. His thin, athletic body was outlined under the sheet, rising and falling gently with each breath. The teen's hands shook in anticipation and fear. If he was discovered now, it was over.

He sat down on the small twin bed next to Mikey. The boy stirred, shifting a bit underneath the covers, but he didn't wake up yet.

Gently, Jason ran his hand along the legs, or at least the thin sheet separating his hand from the legs. He'd seen theose pumping legs so often playing frisbee, running, propelling the boy across the field and through the air. They were long, and slender, and beautiful, and for the first time, he could touch them. Jason's hand reached the boy's feet, beautiful, a little bit oversized for a boy his age. His hands grabbed the toes through the sheet and pressed. He heard Mikey snort awake.

Suddenly, he sat up and saw Jason. The teen smiled back and held his finger in front of his mouth. "Shhhhhh!"

This was the moment of truth. Mikey had been ordered to let the teen just do what he wanted to his body.

Mikey just stared sleepily. Jason stood up and pushed back on those boyish shoulders. The boy lay back until he was flat on the bed again. He seemed calm.

"Good, Mikey. Good." Jason stood up and grabbed the sheet, gently pulling it down until the prone boy was completely uncovered. He was wearing plaid boxers and a loose-fitting, bright orange T-shirt. It was no doubt something his mom had bought for him that he didn't want to wear during the day. Otherwise, he was completely bare.

"Just let me do what I want to you, Mikey," he told the boy to reinforce the command. His hands returned to those now bare legs, stroking along thighs and calves. They were long, lithe, smooth boy-limbs and they felt great.

Jason brought his hand up a bit, reaching under those plaid boxers just a little bit to feel the warm-but-hidden top of the thighs. He ran his hand along the sensitive inner thighs, and Mikey moaned softly, responding to the touch even though his tiny cocklet was still soft.

The moon shone through the window, and Jason could see the smooth skin of Mikey's legs in the pale light. They were tanned, although the tan ended right where his shorts usually ended, just a couple inches [5 cm] below the line of his plaid boxers. Where he was untanned, his skin was a creamy white, untouched by the sun and the world. Jason happily touched it though, running his fingers along that virgin skin.

"Uhhhh," grunted the boy, a grunt that quickly turned to giggles. He was ticklish!. Jason quickly wiggled his fingers, and Mikey giggled louder, slapping his thighs together in reflex. Jason stopped and held his finger to his lips, shushing the squirming boy. With the tickling done, Mikey quieted.

When his face settled and the laughter faded, Jason could see by the moonlight that he was scared. Terrified. Something was being done to him. This teenager he knew from frisbee was in his room at 2am, and he wasn't doing anything to stop it even though he wanted to. He was barely clothed. His eyes were wide, concerned.

"Is this a dream?" he asked, when he saw me looking at him.

"No," the teen replied, "but you won't remember me when I'm gone."

Mikey's expression twisted in confusion "Wait," he said. "Have you done this before?"

Jason smiled. "Not yet," he said.

He knew that he should get right to business, but he wanted to enjoy his boy a little bit. Those beautiful feet were bare, and he really wanted to explore them. He got up and walked to the base of the bed.

He grabbed the feet in his hands, massaging them. His hands ran across the ankles, feeling the definition of the beautiful ankle bone, and up the top of the feet, feeling the tiny bones underneath. He held each flexible little toe in his fingers, moving each back and forth between them. They were nimble and beautiful and long, with perfectly cut nails. He ran his fingers along the base of the big toes, and then the soles of the feet. Those soles were so soft!

"That's really weird, Jason!" the boy said, wriggling a little bit on the bed, trying to make sense of what was happening to him.

"You have beautiful feet," Jason told him.

"I don't get it," Mikey replied, uncertainly.

"That's alright," Jason replied. He looked again at those boy feet, and couldn't resist. He leaned down, opened his mouth, and licked the big toe on the left foot. Mikey wiggled it in response, and giggled.

"What're you doing! Really!"

Jason ignored him and opened his mouth, taking the toe in and sucking on it. He didn't care that it was a little bit dirty. It smelled so powerfully of Mikey. He could taste him in it, as well as, he had to admit, a little bit of the floor. At least Mikey seemed to have taken a shower just before bed; the teen could taste his clean, smooth skin.

Mikey wriggled that toe in Jason's mouth, and Jason responded by licking his tongue along it. He loved the sense of a bit of the boy within him, loved the motion of the toe, the taste and smell of it.

"This is such a weird dream!"

Eventually, Jason stopped and pulled off. There was time for this later. He had more to do.

As the saliva dried, he scooted up. Jason reached down to the base of the orange shirt and pulled up, exposing Mikey's belly and then pulling it off entirely. The boy raised his arms obediently, and now twelve-year-old Mikey was naked from the waist up.

He was an athletic boy, and fit. The topography of his torso alone intrigued Jason. His stomach was mostly flat, with a gentle curve to it. There were beautiful hills and valleys all along it. A valley ran along his torso from the center of his chest down to his belly button, dividing him in two. Around his belly button, there was a little bunch of boy-fat, a small hill for his stomach. His perfect, tight breasts were peaked by firm pink nipples. Smaller hills and valleys ranged along that perfect torso: little, barely-noticeable rises and falls for his ribs; a gentle slope down from the center of his belly; a dip towards his collar and the well-defined gap in his collar-bone. All of it was wrapped in smooth, delicate, warm boy-skin. He was absolutely stunning, beyond stunning, and Jason's cock pulled at his pants as he watched that bare belly rise and fall with each breath.

He reached over to the boy who had to let him to do whatever he wanted to his body, and the older boy lay his hand flat on the pre-teen's tummy. He ran it around in a smooth circle, feeling every part of the warm skin shift underneath his hand. His fingers melted into the skin, skimming across the young body. He dipped his index finger into the belly button, an innie, pushing and prodding it. He ran his hand across the nipples, toying with them, sliding them back and forth underneath his finger tips. Mikey sighed at the massage, drawing in a huge breath. Gently, Jason continued to run his hand back and forth along this succulent immature body.

"So," asked Mikey, "is this a puberty dream?"

Jason snorted in laughter. "You could say that," he replied, grinning. "Something like that."

"It's really weird," he said.

"Yeah, well, we're just getting started," said the teen.

Reluctantly, he took his hands off of the kid's torso and reached down to the elastic of those plaid boxers. Pulling them down, he lowered them along those long, slender legs, sliding them down over his thighs, his knees, his calves, and eventually his feet with the dried saliva on a big toe. Soon those boxers joined his other boxers on the floor, and Mikey lay naked on the bed in front of his hypnotist.

"Oh," Jason exclaimed, "that's really nice."

"It's not very big yet," said Mikey, blushing. "And it doesn't have any hair."

"You're talking to me in your dream, now?" Jason asked.

"I guess," he answered. "Why not?"

"Sure," Jason replied. He reached out and touched the flaccid small cock and those tight little balls underneath it.

"Oh man," said the boy, "puberty dreams are weird!"

Jason laughed again, quietly, so as not to wake anyone. Gently, he stroked the boy's penis, and it started to wake up a bit, getting longer.

"Really?" Mikey squeaked. "What're you doing?"

Jason ignored him, stroking a bit longer. Gradually his immature cock got longer and longer, until it reached an erect length of a bit over three inches [8 cm]. The teen smiled as he grabbed the boy's erection, pushing it down into that firm tummy and letting it pop up again, pushing it down, letting it pop up. Every so often he'd give it another stroke, and Mikey would moan or squirm a bit.

"Could you stop touching me?" he asked. "It feels weird."

"Have you ever touched yourself before?" Jason asked, not stopping.

"Nah," he replied. "I mean, I know about masturbation, but I don't do it. It feels wrong. They say in church we shouldn't masturbate."

"Well," the older boy said, "then your pastor probably wouldn't like this." He continued squeezing and massaging the vulnerable little cock.

"Y-yeah," said the squirming boy. "Please stop."

"Hmmm," Jason replied. "I'll see." For a moment, just to prove his control, he kept massaging the pre-teen's cock. Then, finally, he let it go, the 3+ incher [8 cm] pointing straight up at the ceiling.

It was time to move on. Jason was exhausted, and it was late. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket and went to sit down at the boy's side.

The boy's tummy was big, and wide open, and ready for some runes. Jason drew a big circle on that tummy, and the boy giggled at the touch of the pen. Then, leaning in and working by the moonlight, Jason started to draw in more and more detailed runes, runes that could hold the energy of the commands he wanted to impart.

"What're you doing now?" asked Mikey.

"This is how I control your actions."

"What?"

"Mind control, Mikey," Jason said, smiling at him. "You're going to do everything I want."

"Nah, c'mon," he said. "These dreams are so weird."

"Well," Jason said, "sometimes truth is stranger than fiction."

He quieted himself to keep working, the pen pressing into that soft belly as it left marks all over him, little magic runes that would collect and power the commands he was laying inside of his young victim. The circle stopped just below his nipples, and every so often he would lean over and lick them or suck on them a little bit as a break. This was hard work.

Finally, they were ready. "All right, Mikey," he said, "here we go."

"Here we go what?" he asked. "What are you going to do now?"

Jason held his hand over Mikey's stomach and said the chant. "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu. Acum fach tot careh vrau!" Mikey instantly quieted. His face went blank. He stared up at the ceiling.

"Mikey," he tested, "can you hear me?"

"Yes, sir," the boy answered blankly, lying back on his bed.

"You've never cum, have you, Mikey?"

"No, sir," said the hypnotized boy. "'Course not."

"Excellent. Mikey, I want you to grab your cock and masturbate yourself, just like I was doing to you," he instructed.

"But it's bad…" he said, voice trailing off. Jason felt the heat of the runes activating on his chest, filling up with the command he'd given. Before the boy had even finished his protest, his hand was moving towards his crotch.

"Yeah, good," Jason said. "Grab it between your thumb and forefinger. Yeah. Now squeeze, and run them back and forth. Good. Do it so it feels good. Yeah, like that."

Little Mikey was gripping his erect rod and stroking it back and forth. It was wiggling under his attention, and soon he was moaning, his body wriggling and twitching on the bed at the new stimulation he was getting.

"You're doing a great job, Mikey. A great job. So good I'm going to give you a new command. From now on, you cannot cum unless I have just cum. No matter how excited you get, no matter how much you stroke yourself, no cumming, understood?"

"Y-yes, sir," he said, as his stomach flared up with heat. "I… I d-don't want to do this sex stuff, stop it, please. It's not right."

"Sorry, Mikey," Jason said. "You don't get to choose anymore." His stomach had cooled down again, Judging from the level of heat, those commands had taken up maybe half the storage in the runes he'd drawn. He'd be able to give some more commands, but not very many.

"Aw c'mon," Mikey whined. "That's no fun."

"I think it'll be lots of fun," he retorted. Mikey was hot now, his body warm not just from the magic but also from his own stimulation. Jason wanted a piece of this, and he started running his own hands along those sexy thighs. After a few moments, he leaned down and spread the thighs apart, and he started to lick up along their tender insides.

"Ohhhhhhhh…" moaned the stimulated boy. Jason stopped for a moment to look at the small but throbbing erection. Mikey was jittery, excited, overwhelmed; his body squirmed and sweated and rolled back and forth as Jason licked and sucked on his thighs, as his own small hand masturbated his virgin cocklet.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he was crying out. He kept humping his hips, raising his midsection up off the bed as if to take in more stimulation. Jason felt the legs tense and relax, tense and relax, unsure how to respond to this powerful arousal. His sleepy twelve-year-old was a sweaty, horny mess.

"How does it feel, Mikey?" he asked.

"Uhhhhh…" the boy gasped. "I dunno! I don't know! Make it stop!"

Jason licked along those tender inner thighs again. "You're great like this."

"P-please… I don't… I need something, it hurts, my… my penis hurts."

Jason sucked for a moment on one of his thighs, then stopped to talk. "You have something inside of you that wants to get out?"

"Yes!" he gasped. "Yeah! Is this… is this… sex? Cum?"

Jason laughed. "Yeah, Mikey, it kind-of is. The cum is going to come soon, and it's going to come out of you."

"But I'm not supposed to…"

"But you will when I tell you to."

"What're you doing to me, sir? I've never felt like this before!"

Jason ignored his words, licking and licking while Mikey continued to masturbate himself, driving himself into a frenzy. The teen loved the little boy's voice right now. The sexual stimulation brought some of the boy back into it, but it still had the tonal flatness of the trance. "Oh, oh, oh!" he was gasping as Jason licked, as he raised the pleasure level again and again to unattainable heights.

"Mikey," Jason said to the athletic kid, "how do you feel?"

"Desperate," he gasped. "Please!"

"You want to cum."

"Yeah."

"You need to cum."

"Yes, sir, please!"

"Here is your next command, then. From now on, you need to cum twice a day. If you don't, you will feel like this, just like this, desperately hungry and horny for it, overwhelmed by your need." Jason licked him again. "Just like you do now."

He reached up and felt the desperate boy's stomach. It was flaming hot as the command worked its way in, even as the boy kept moaning and grunting as he rubbed his cock hard and Jason licked his thighs. Finally the temperature dropped. He still had good warmth, which meant there was enough power for a few more commands to be implanted.

"All right, Mikey," he said. "Get ready." He stood up over him and pulled out his cock. "I'm going to cum, and you can cum too when I do. Do you want that?"

"No, sir, but I need it!"

"Yes you do," Jason said, stroking his giant erect cock over the sweaty and horny boy. He could feel the warmth spreading within himself. It wouldn't be long, he thought, after watching the naked kid squirm and shake on his bed as he pulled his little penis up and down. He pulled his own cock just as the boy was pulling his own little cocklet, and then, beautifully, he erupted.

Jason's cum shot out all over the boy, all over the bed, pulse after pulse landing in splatters all over his tummy and chest and face. Jason moved his cock around to coat Mikey well. A moment later the virgin boy came as well, his own cock pulsing and erupting on his stomach and chest, layering his own young boy's cum over the teenage cum. In the dim light of the moon, Jason watched the two liquids blur together and mix all over the naked body.

Finally, he was done, the last of his cum oozed out, dripping on the child. Mikey was done too, covered in a mixture of their cum. His hand was clearly cummy as well. Jason sighed contentedly.

"Now Mikey," he said, "that was an orgasm. From now on, you desperately need those, twice a day. That's the only way you will be able to release the pressure you will feel. But you know you can only get it from me, right?"

"Y-yes, sir," said the shaken child.

"Good, good," he said. "Now I need to clean myself up." Jason knelt on the bed, straddling Mikey's knees. Lowering himself down, his dangling cock was between the boy's thighs. He grabbed those slender legs and pulled them together on either side of his cock, cleaning off his cum in the sandwich made by Mikey's soft skin. Soon, his cock was reasonably clean and the wet thighs were reasonably cummy.

"That was amazing, Mikey," he said. "Really amazing." He paused, looking at his cum-covered boy. "Let me give you a few more commands. First of all, you can't clean any cum off your body until your shower tomorrow night, and you can never clean cum off your bed. Got it?"

"Y-yes, sir," he whimpered, as Jason felt his stomach flare up with heat while the commands took hold. Now their cum would remain on him all day, a solid reminder of his first-ever orgasm.

"Now, I know I told you before that you wouldn't remember tonight. Now I think you should remember it. But: you can't tell anyone about it. You can't try to stop it from happening. You can't do anything that would let anyone know about what happened here."

"Y-yes, sir," he mumbled. The runes flared up again, and became cool. They were nearly out of power.

"All right. You can wake up now, but remember, you can't do anything to make anyone discover this. You must try to hide it."

"Yes, sir," he said, as the runes went back to normal stomach-temperature. He blinked a few times, and groaned. "Holy shit," he said, the first time Jason had heard him use foul language, even in all the games of Ultimate they'd played, even with all of the high school kids around.

He put a hand on Mikey's shoulder, his hypnotized, budding little boy-slut. "Yeah," he said dryly. "This is going to be quite a ride for you."

"Jason…" said the boy. "Please, don't do this." Mikey could already tell that something had happened to him, something out of his control.

"Sorry, kid," the teen replied. "I know you don't like it, but… well, fuck, you're really sexy."

"C'mon, please!"

Jason twirled his finger along the kid's stomach and chest, mixing the puddles of cum around. "No can do, kid. We're gonna be having a lot of sex together."

Jason got up and started to creep out, listening for any sounds in the hallway. Then he turned and whispered back. "Maybe I'll have you enjoy it. We'll see. Anyway, sleep tight." With that, he walked quietly out and drove home. He was going to be so tired tomorrow… and he was going to have such a great day.

Chapter 2
Mikey Learns to Suck

Jason spent all day in school thinking about Mikey. He day-dreamed about what it would be like to touch his warm body again, to rub his teen fingers against the boy's smooth skin.

Usually, he could barely wait to get out of school, but today was much worse. This time, he knew who would be waiting for him. He had trouble hiding his erection that day, but then again, he was sure Mikey was having worse trouble with his. Once school got out, he hurried to the field where they played Ultimate.

He got there before Mikey did, but the boy wasn't far behind. His face was flushed, and his forehead was furrowed in concentration. Jason saw the younger boy holding his frisbee carefully, positioned over his little cock. As soon as Mikey saw him, he ran over to the teenager.

"What did you do to me?" he asked, his energetic voice even higher than usual. Mikey was shaking a little bit, and when he wasn't talking, he bit his lower lip.

The teen reached out and put a hand on Mikey's warm shoulder, feeling the tension in the middle schooler. "I made you really, really horny," he crowed.

"I haven't been able to focus all day, and I keep touching myself even though I don't want to, and it keeps getting worse! I need to… I need to cum so bad. Make it stop!" Mikey was whispering so that no one else would overhear. They'd walked a little bit away from the other guys who were gathering for the game.

"Nope," Jason said. "But I can let you cum."

"C'mon, please, Jason," said Mikey. "This isn't fair."

"You wanted to play with the big boys, Mikey." the teen smiled. "This is what big boys do. Just think of all the hot sex you're going to have."

"But I'm only twelve!" he whimpered.

"Sorry, man," Jason said, shrugging. "Do you have any idea what a sexy little kid you are?"

"Please!" he begged.

"From now on, you're going to have to cum twice a day and you're going to do it with me. Now do you want to make me cum now? You can give me a nice simple handjob. It'll be easy."

Mikey's eyes darted nervously back and forth. He was still shaking with built-up sexual tension. The twelve-year-old must've been hard all day; he took a deep breath, steadying himself. Jason watched his delicious shoulders rise up and down in a smooth motion.

"N-no," he managed to stammer. "I won't do it, not for you!"

"Up to you," Jason said, shrugging. "Let's play some Ultimate."

They played for over an hour. He had always loved watching Mikey run around that field, but today was special. Mikey was alright at first, but the longer the game went, the more distracted he got. He kept missing catches, or letting his mark get away from him. Jason could see that he was getting more and more frustrated, more and more upset that he was doing so badly with his older friends, but he just couldn't pull himself together. He kept looking away, or looking at the ground. His gaze was unfocused. His shorts were constantly tented.

"You all right, Mikey?" asked Brent, one of his teammates.

"Yeah," Mikey replied, faking a smile. "I'm fine."

But he clearly wasn't. He kept missing shots, not getting the disc. At one point, he didn't notice that a disc got launched and it literally hit him on the head.

He grabbed the disc after that, picking it up and then tossing it against the ground in anger.

"So," Jason said, coming up to him between points. "After the game, you'll make me cum?"

Mikey's shoulders were shaking with each massive breath. He was sweating, red-faced, and horny. He finally nodded. "Fine," he said. "Fine."

"Good boy," the bigger boy said, patting him on the head. Mikey grimaced, hoping none of the other high school kids saw that happen.

The rest of the game took way too long for Jason's tastes, and he guessed probably for Mikey's, too. Jason smiled at the idea that they were both eagerly awaiting sex together when it was done. Once again, as everyone else left, the two of them stayed behind, and Mikey blushed, looking down at the ground sheepishly.

"Let's get it done," Mikey said. "Where do we go?"

"There's the forest at the north end of the park," Jason said. "No one will see us there."

"Seriously?" he whined. "Like, outside?"

"You don't really have a choice," the teen replied. He picked up his bag and started walking. "C'mon."

Soon, Mikey was jogging behind him to catch up. They went into the trees, pushing through some bushes to come to a part where no one else would see them.

"Here?" Mikey asked. "What do I do?"

"Well," Jason answered, "before the game, I said a handjob. But now I'm hornier than before, so I think you should blow me."

"Wh… what does that mean?"

"Kneel," Jason commanded.

"What? Why?"

"Do you want to cum, Mikey?"

"I… I guess."

"You need to cum, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," he said. He still had a raging erection. His face was still flushed red.

"Then kneel."

Mikey closed his eyes for a moment, and looked down at the ground. It was covered in pine needles. He took a deep breath, and then the beautiful twelve-year-old lowered himself to his knees.

Mikey was shaking with tension. Jason let him kneel there for a moment, and almost without thinking, the unwillingly horny boy reached down and started to touch himself on his cock. His body rocked back and forth gently, and he moaned softly. "Please," he finally said, as the teen just stared at him, "what do I do?"

"Well," Jason said, "you need to make me cum." He reached down and unzipped his fly. "What you're going to do," he said, as he pulled his cock out from his underwear, "is suck on my cock."

"WHAT?" shouted Mikey, jumping up suddenly, his erection clearly visible through his athletic shorts. "No way!"

Jason stood there facing the boy, his cock dangling out of his shorts. They were both still sweaty from Ultimate, and he loved looking at the little boy's shirt as it stuck to his sensuous body. "Oh?" Jason said. "Really? Then maybe you don't need to cum after all."

"I…" the boy whimpered, "that's not right. C'mon, that's not right! I'm not gay!"

"I don't know about that," Jason said. "I think you're whatever I tell you you are. And right now, I think that if you want to cum, you're going to kneel back down and open your mouth, and you're going to suck my cock."

Mikey stared back at him, his eyes wide, focused on the dangling cock. The teen heard a small, unconscious whine come out from the boy's lips. He just stood there, sweaty, breathing heavily. He didn't want to do it, but he couldn't leave.

"Please…" he said. "I need to cum so badly. Please. Anything else."

"I dunno, Mikey. You had your chance before, but you didn't want to do it before the game."

Mikey just kept staring. His preteen body trembled with overwhelming need. Again his hands reached down to his crotch and he started to stroke himself. His head bobbed up and down on his neck as he breathed heavily, staring and staring and staring at the older boy's cock.

Jason stood there firmly with his erection pointing straight out at the overwhelmingly horny boy. "If you don't need it," he said, "just leave."

Mikey's shoulders heaved with every breath. He had stroked himself to erection, this boy who had never masturbated until last night, and now his knees shook with pent-up energy. His hands clenched and his teeth chattered as waves of desire rocked his young body. He was moaning with each exhale. Jason knew the tween had never felt anything like this before. His whole body, his whole being was focused on his need to cum.

He tipped his head to look up at the taller boy. Jason stared down back at him wordlessly. He opened his mouth once, lower lip quivering, and then closed it again. He opened it, and then closed it. Finally, he whispered his response. "All right."

"Good," Jason told the helplessly horny boy. "Now kneel."

Mikey whimpered, but he lowered himself to his knees, placing those delicate preteen knees down on the bed of pine needles once again.

"Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Mikey obeyed. His mouth was big, wide, perfect. Jason had seen that mouth smile so many times, he couldn't wait to stuff it with his cock. He stepped over to the kneeling boy.

"When this goes in, you suck, and you lick it with your tongue. You also swallow everything that comes out. If you don't, I'm gonna make you pay to get your next cum, got it?"

Mikey nodded, still with his mouth open and tongue out. He had a beautiful, long face, and Jason loved seeing it stretched even more with his mouth open for him.

Gently, he slid his cock onto the boy's tongue, who whimpered as he felt it touch him. Jason pushed his teenage erection in, into the waiting, open preteen mouth.

"Oh," Jason warned, "and if you bite, just wait to see the commands I give you. Now close your mouth and suck, Mikey. Suck it good. Just like a lollipop."

Mikey let out another sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and he closed his mouth, wrapping those big red lips around the throbbing cock. Jason felt him start to tentatively suck.

"Suck harder!" he called down to the kneeling child. "And use your tongue! If you want to cum, make me cum!"

Jason felt his virgin, untrained boy start to suck harder. Mikey struggled with the big cock in his mouth but he was an athletic boy, and he managed it. Just then Jason felt the kid's nimble tongue lap across the base of his cock, and he moaned, humping it into that reluctant but obedient mouth.

"Yeah, Mikey," he said, "that's right, good boy. Suck harder. Make me cum. You know you need to!"

Again the sucking intensified. He reached out and grabbed Mikey's head with his hands. The boy had short-cropped brown hair, and Jason felt the strands gather around his fingers. His hands were wet with the sweat from all over Mikey's scalp, and he knew that the cock the boy was sucking now was sweaty and gross from frisbee. Gently, he started to push the kid's head back and forth, back and forth along his disgusting large teenage cock. Mikey looked up in shock at the teen he had thought was his friend but Jason ignored him, and kept moving the boy's mouth back and forth along it, feeling the saliva spread up and down the throbbing rod in the boy's mouth.

"Keep sucking," he told the boy. "And you might want to masturbate yourself, too. You wouldn't want to miss your chance to cum!"

Mikey almost nodded, even as Jason's cock was embedded in his mouth. He reached down one of his hands and started to rub through the fabric of his shorts to stimulate his cock. It didn't take long before the horny boy was moaning wetly, a moaning that reverberated on Jason's own dick, and the teen felt the boy shudder as the new stimulation rocked through him. New waves of pleasure flowed through and around the teen's dick, two horny boys locked in a feedback loop of pleasure. Still, he held his orgasm back as best as he could. He wanted his boy to have to work hard for his own release.

"Mmmmmmm…" moaned Mikey, unable to resist his feelings, as his mouth curled around Jason's thick cock.

"Fuuuuuuck yeessssss," Jason replied with his own eager moan. He kept using his grip on the sweaty head to bob it back and forth along his cock. Not too much, not enough to make him gag. Just enough to make it feel beyond heavenly as he experienced this preteen-blowjob.

"Mmmph!" Mikey cried out. He was wriggling with the overwhelming tension that was passing through his body. Where he knelt on the ground, Jason could see him rocking back and forth on the forest floor. Mikey humped his hips into the air again and again in response to his own masturbation, even though he couldn't cum, not yet. His cheeks were crimson at the rush of blood. The kid needed his release so badly, the kid was basically a giant ball of need and frustration with a side of boy thrown in.

"Tongue!" Jason cried. "Keep using your tongue!" He felt it wrapped around his cock, slathering layer after layer of saliva onto it, pushing it and squeezing it in waves of magnificent pleasure. He humped into the kneeling boy's mouth, his own mind a flurry of need almost matching the boy's own. In and out he humped into that warm wet hole of boy-spit, in and out, in and out, his cock sliding through those lips, sliding along his tongue, sliding in and out of his wet, wet mouth. He'd stopped worrying about being gentle. He wanted to Cum.

"Guh," Mikey grunted with each thrust, "guh, guh, guh!" Still his hand pulled and massaged at his throbbing cock, desperate for release.

"Get ready!" Jason called to the kneeling boy. "Make sure to swallow all of it!"

Thrust! Jason pushed hard into that mouth. Thrust! he pushed in again. Thrust! again, and then he felt the fire pull up within him, and he knew that first burst was coming, and then out it shot into the boy, the first wave of cum flowing out into his virgin mouth.

The boy looked up at Jason, his cute brown eyes opening wide in surprise. As the second burst of cum shot out into his mouth, Jason felt him start to swallow the thick ooze that was building in his mouth. A third burst of cum, and more swallowing from the boy.

"Guuuuuuuuuh!" the kid cried out, and his whole body spasmed right there on the throbbing teen cock as his own cum finally hit him, was finally "allowed" to hit him. He almost fell back onto the forest floor, and he might have, if Jason's hands weren't wrapped around his sweaty head. Instead the high schooler pulled the child back onto his convulsing dick. More and more of his cum shot into that young mouth, that young, quivering boy's mouth, and Jason looked down to see the boy's cum spreading on his shorts as the boy's own violently intense orgasm rocked his body.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" the boy was moaning, a day's worth of desperate pent-up sexual energy finally releasing into his shorts as Jason's own release continued into his mouth. Miraculously he managed to remember to keep swallowing as he twitched and grunted and moaned into Jason's cock, who finally felt his spasms start to lessen as the last of his semen left his body, soon to be swallowed by his compliant (if not eager) boy.

Mikey himself was still twitching at this new sexual experience, this awakening unlike anything he'd felt before. The stain of cum was still spreading across his shorts as his body continued to spasm lightly, finally dying down as the last of his cum soaked into the fabric of those stretched shorts.

They were both done at last, two horny kids spent from the fiery blowjob in the haze of post-sexual bliss. The difference was that Jason could enjoy that bliss a little bit more directly. "Lick my cock clean," Jason ordered the still-kneeling boy, and Mikey obeyed. Even if he didn't need to cum right now, he knew he'd need to later. Soon, all of the sticky goop had been cleaned off by his tongue and all that was left was a teen cock glistening with the boy's saliva.

Jason withdrew his shining cock from the boy's mouth. "You can stand up," he told him. Mikey pulled himself up.

"Now," Jason said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Mikey was shaking as he stood there in front of him. "Am I done?" he asked, coldly.

"Almost," Jason told him. "I want to inspect you. Let me see your chest."

"What?" he exclaimed. "Why?"

"I want to see the cum I left on you, of course."

Mikey looked at him, and then looked down at the ground. Jason saw him nervously cross one foot over the other. Jason stepped up to him and put his hands under the boy's shirt. He didn't resist as the teen raised it up.

Sure enough, he could see little white powdery remnants along the boy's creamy-white skin. Jason put a finger into his belly button and enjoyed feeling the remnants of their cum from last night. "Very good, Mikey," Jason praised. The kid just stood there, holding his face passive, clearly trying not to cry.

He let the shirt drop down. "Now," he said, "let me look under your pants."

"What!" he shouted. "No!"

"Mikey," Jason said, "I want to look at your cum-covered cock. I want to see the underwear you have on, because I want you to keep it on until tonight. If you don't do what I tell you, then tonight when you want to cum you're going to have to do a whole lot more for me. You know how badly you'll need to cum. You know you're going to do whatever I tell you to have that feeling eventually. So why don't you just let me look down there now?"

Mikey stared back at him. Jason saw him almost start to sob, and then at the last second hold it back. He didn't reply, but he didn't resist when Jason stepped up to the boy and put his hands under the elastic of the shorts.

He stretched the elastic and pulled the shorts down, letting them fall to the ground at the kid's ankles. Mikey stood there in his underwear, light green boxers, a massive circle of cum staining the center of them. Jason came up to him and reached under the front of the elastic of his boxers, feeling the warmth of his skin behind his knuckles.

"No, please," the child whispered.

"I'm just taking a look," Jason said. Then he pulled the elastic forward to get a nice view of the preteen's dangling, limp, hairless cock. Strings of cum spread out between the fabric and the skin as he pulled it out. It was a total mess in that boy's crotch.

"Very nice," Jason told him, still holding the underwear open. "Make sure not to clean up before tonight. I want to see you just like this. You'll do that for me, Mikey?"

He looked up at the teen with those deep brown eyes. Then he nodded.

"Good boy," Jason said. With his free hand, he patted Mikey on the head, then he reached down into the stretched underwear and took a dollop of the boy's cum onto his finger. He reached up and tasted it. It was pure boy.

He released the underwear and let it snap back onto the kid's skin. "Pull up your shorts," he told his little sexpot. Mikey quickly reached down and pulled them up.

"Am I done?" he asked.

"For now," Jason said. "When's your bedtime?"

"Ten-thirty," was the answer.

"Meet me here around 11:30. Wait for me if I'm not here. That's the only way you get to cum tonight, understood?"

"Yeah…" the boy sighed.

"Great," Jason replied. "See you tonight. And remember, all your cummy clothing comes with you."

With that, Jason grabbed his backpack and strode off, leaving the cum-stained boy standing in the clearing, struggling to figure out what to do now.

* * *

Jason got to the clearing at midnight. He wanted to let Mikey squirm for a while. The sight he saw when he got there was even better than he had hoped for. In the shine of the moonlight, he saw Mikey laying back on the ground, knees up, masturbating himself through his shorts. The twelve-year-old was shaking, humping his hips into the air, frustrated at his inability to release. Just like that, this boy who had never masturbated before last night had become a regular, fierce masturbator.

"Hi there, Mikey," he said as he walked into what he now considered their special place.

Mikey started, sitting up abruptly. "You're late!" he accused.

"I got here just when I wanted to," Jason said. "I told you to be here by 11:30. Didn't tell you when I'd get here."

"I thought you weren't coming," the kid whined, as he started to stand up.

"Nah," Jason replied, "I'm definitely cumming." (The dumb teenage joke existed only in Jason's head, as Mikey listened obliviously.) He stepped up closer to the now-standing boy. "Do you need to cum?"

"Yes, please," the boy begged. "I'll do whatever you want. Let's just get this done so I can go back to bed, please."

"Mmmm," Jason said thoughtfully, "How impatient. Let's start with this. Why don't you take off your shoes, socks, and pants."

"No way! C'mon, just let me suck you."

"Oh, Mikey," Jason said, "we'll get to that."

Jason reached down and, through the fabric of the boy's shorts, touched the kid's cock. "Ohhhhh…" he moaned instantly, his young body rocking onto its tiptoes. The boy was an absolute mess of need.

"You see," Jason said, putting his finger underneath the quivering child's soft chin and pointing the face up to look into his own, "I don't think you have much of a choice. Look at you. You're covered in sweat because you need to cum so bad. You're shaking. I don't think you can even make it home. And since I'm the only one who can let you cum, I think you need to do what I say. Don't you?"

"C'mon," whined the boy, his strained face glowing in the moonlight. "Let's just do it."

"Take off your shoes, socks, and shorts," Jason replied calmly.

Mikey looked back at him, and then down at the ground. He slowly raised a leg up so he could grab his shoe and pull it off, without even untying it. The shoe fell on the ground next to him, and then he pulled his other shoe off, letting it fall as well. Now he was in his socks on the needle-lined ground. Gently, he raised his feet up again, now pulling his socks off. Gently, he placed his sensitive bare feet on the ground so that he wouldn't hurt himself on the needles. The teen saw him flex his toes as they settled into the soft dirt.

Next, Mikey reluctantly grabbed the elastic of his shorts and pushed them down. They fell to the ground, and he lifted his bare feet out of them. As Mikey stood there embarrassed, Jason pulled out his cell phone and used the flashlight to look at him. Sure enough, he was wearing the same light green boxers from before. He walked up to the preteen and grabbed the elastic; Mikey didn't bother to resist. Pulling out, Jason shined the light down into the gap to get a good view of the hard cocklet. Beautiful, he thought.

"Excellent, Mikey," he said. "Excellent. Now take off your shirt."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Now take it off."

Mikey crossed one bare foot over the other, bending the sole of his right foot over the curve of his legs. His long, lithe legs crossed over each other, beautiful in the glow of the moonlight and the phone flashlight. He bit his lip, and them he grabbed his shirt and pulled up, revealing his beautiful chest and tummy.

"Mmmmm," Jason cooed. "I like the look of this." He reached down and grabbed the kid's little cock through the thin fabric of his silky boxers, pulling on it a little, and the kid moaned. "Why don't you jack yourself off for me a bit?"

"Will that make you cum?" Mikey asked, hopefully.

"I don't think so," Jason answered. "But it'll get me closer, and besides, you know that if you want me to cum you'd better do what I say."

The boy standing there in just his boxers nodded. As the teen backed up to light him with his phone, the boy reached down and grabbed his little cocklet through his boxers, starting to pull on it just like he'd been told. What he didn't realize was that the phone wasn't just lighting him now. It was recording a video of the whole magnificent scene.

"Uhhhhhhhh…" groaned the boy as he started to feel stimulation once again in his needy cock. Of course it was already hard, but now it popped up even more, tenting those cum-stained boxers. Jason watched as Mikey's breathing intensified, beautiful bare chest rising with each breath, with each stroke of his cock. His feet on the bare forest floor twisted as he felt the pleasure start to run through him, and his toes curled into the floor of needles. "Muuuuuuuuh…" he moaned again, his eyes closing in arousal.

Jason watched as his nipples rocked up and down on that perfect chest with each breath. As his firm tummy expanded and contracted in response to the pleasure. As the unwilling boy breathed faster and faster, his mind was again overtaken with need.

"Use your other hand to rub your nipples," the teen ordered. It was his left hand and he was right-handed, so it was awkward, but that smooth little boy's hand started to rub over his tiny pink nipples, back and forth between them, stimulating them as he gasped and moaned.

"Pinch them," Jason directed, "and pull on them." He did, his moans rising in intensity as he grasped his flesh between two fingers and pulled it out, little yelps escaping from his mouth. His whole body was heaving now with stimulation, writhing back and forth. He was starting to hump the air, standing on tip-toes, as if to reach for the orgasm that he could not have. His cheeks were red with exertion and stimulation, and his whole body curled to try to respond to that, beautiful creases in his smooth skin as his body bucked and twisted and desperately sought out that next touch.

"Uhhhhhhhhh…" he moaned again, rubbing himself faster, body almost trying to lift itself off the ground. The inflamed boy was in constant motion, seeking a release that would not come. "MUUUUUUUUH!" he cried out as he jerked back and forth. Jason held the camera steady to capture this beautiful moment

"Beautiful," he said at last. "Now stop." Mikey kept rubbing himself, seeking something he could not have. "STOP!" Jason called more firmly. The kid looked at him, and, gasping, he finally drew his hand away from his genitals. He was breathing hard, shoulders rising and falling in steady rhythm, and Jason could see muscles still spasming all over his beautiful body.

"Now can I please cum?" the boy begged.

Jason strolled over to him and reached out, grabbing him by the crotch. "Buuuuuh," he moaned. But Jason pulled back. "Not yet," he said. "I like you like this."

"Please…"

"Mikey," he told his horny boy, "I want you to lay down, face-down on the ground."

"Can I please suck you off?"

"Not yet," he insisted again. "Now lay down."

The boy lowered himself to the ground, laying his body on the bed of pine needles. He was exhausted, a mess of stimulation, need, and desire and it was now over two hours past his bedtime. Once he was down on the ground, his teen master walked up to him with the light and knelt down, straddling him. Jason took out his pen and started to draw a circle on the preteen's back.

"WHAT!" the child cried, turning his head sideways. "No, I didn't agree to this!"

"Shhhh," Jason told him, lowering himself down to hold the boy in place with his weight. "This is what you have to do to cum again."

"No!" Mikey objected. "It's not worth it! You can't!"

"You need to cum, and you know it. Now let me do it."

"It's not fair," the child wailed. "It's not fair!" It had taken this long, 24 hours of torment, but that was when twelve-year-old Mikey finally broke down. In the light of the phone, Jason saw the first tears roll down that face, and the boy started to sob and cry.

"There there," Jason told his horny mind-controlled little slut. "It's not that bad. Think of how much you get to cum with me." There was no resistance left in the 6^th grader now, and the struggle was in drawing the runes on his smooth bare back which jumped and squirmed with each sob. "You'll have the most sex of anyone in your grade," the 10^th grader added, then focused to make the intricate design. With one hand, he would stretch out his skin between thumb and forefinger, and with the other, he would draw the needed runes.

Finally the design on his back was done. It was a big circle, and one that could hold several powerful commands. He started his incantation: "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu. Acum fach tot careh vrau!"

He felt the familiar heat as the runes took control of the young body. The kid's writhing stopped, although strangely, his crying did not quite. He lay there prone on the ground.

"Can you hear me, Mikey?"

"Yes, sir," he said in a quiet, toneless voice.

"Good, Mikey, good. And you will obey me completely?"

"Yes, sir," he said, just lying there.

"Excellent," Jason said. He climbed up off of the crying boy. "Stand up," he commanded.

The boy clambered to his feet, arms hanging at his side. He was still wearing just his green boxers as he stood there, blank-eyed and entranced, awaiting his next command. Jason spent a moment admiring the beautiful nearly-naked body as it stood ready for him. He admired the slightly-curved stomach and the flat chest, both dotted with pine needles, along with the round cheeks with the drying tears running down them. The boy was so completely, utterly his.

The mechanics of this were complicated. He could put in a command to be triggered later, or even have the kid respond to a variety of future commands, but the runes now had to have enough space to encompass those future commands. He couldn't just tell Mikey to obey any future command, because no circle was large enough to encompass all possible commands. So he had to do this carefully.

The first thing for Jason to do was functional: a way to quickly bring Mikey into a state where he could draw a new circle on him if he needed to. "Mikey," he began, "here is your first command. From now on, whenever I say, `Mikey, go to calm,' you will instantly enter a calm state. All your thoughts will stop and you will become like an empty shell. You will stand, sit, or put your body however I tell you. You will not talk or resist anything I do to you, and you will not return to normal until I command you to awake. That is calm. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the drone-boy replied.

Jason felt the boy's back. It was on fire as the command was burned into his mind. Finally it cooled again, and he found that the circle still had some solid juice to it, allowing for more commands. Excellent, he thought.

"Now Mikey," he said, "do you know my brother Owen? He's in eighth grade at your school."

"Yes, sir," he said.

"Excellent. Owen is under my control as well. From now on, you feel a powerful need to suck his dick. It is more important than anything other than cumming, which you can still only do when I cum. Tomorrow in school, you will meet with him, and the two of you will set two times each day for you to suck him off. Find a way to meet him, during lunch, or by going to the bathroom at the same time, or whatever. But you will suck him off at least twice tomorrow, and every day from now on until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the entranced boy replied.

"Good, my little slut," Jason said, "very good." He felt the fire on the boy's back as this command, too, was burned into him, becoming a part of him, a part of his thoughts. Finally his back cooled again. There was still a little bit of space in the runes.

"From now on, Mikey, whenever you suck a cock, there are two things that are most important to you. As soon as the cock enters your mouth, the most important thing in your mind is to give the person as much pleasure as possible. More than anything, you need to make them happy, to help them experience the most powerful orgasm you can give them. No matter if it's me, Owen, or someone else, their pleasure is more important than anything else. The second most important thing to you, as soon as the cock touches your tongue, is to become better at sucking cocks. You will search online for how to suck a cock and do it well. Whenever you are sucking a cock, you will practice what it tells you online, including taking it as deep into your throat as possible and swallowing all the cum. Each time you touch a cock with your tongue, that is what you will think about above all else. Do you understand?"

Jason saw Mikey as he tried to process this complicated command, thinking through all the different parts of it. Finally, he replied, "Yes, sir." His back burned on fire, and it cooled, nearly back to his normal body temperature. There wasn't space for anything more.

"Mikey," Jason said, "wake up now."

He saw the fog lift from the kid's eyes. Mikey blinked, once, twice. The features on his face changed as he started to process what had just happened to him, the memories of the past few minutes flooding his once again functional mind. "Oh my God," he whimpered, softly.

"Mmmm," Jason said, and he reached down and touched the boner through the cummy boxers. It was still there, still hard, and the child moaned as he felt the touch. "I think you still need to cum, Mikey, don't you?"

"Please, don't make me do all those things," he begged. "I don't want to suck Owen's cock too." Jason realized he'd never heard Mikey say "cock" before. It was probably the first time! The teen felt himself smiling at his boy's "growth."

Jason took Mikey's hand in his own then maneuvered it to the boy's cocklet. Holding it firmly, he rubbed the small hand along the small throbbing cock. "Ohhhhh…" the boy exhaled, rocking back and forth as he felt the new stimulation flow through his body.

"You need to cum, don't you, Mikey?"

"Please let me," he gasped back.

"Get on your knees," Jason ordered.

"Is this it?" Mikey asked desperately.

"Yes, you're going to suck me, so get on your knees and start jacking off."

The boxer-clad boy instantly dropped to his knees, an eagerness in him that Jason hadn't seen before. The teen supposed the boy really didn't have much choice anymore. One of the kid's hands immediately went to his crotch, while he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He didn't even need to be told.

"You are so horny," Jason said, "my impatient little slut-boy." He unzipped his pants and took out his cock for its second pleasuring of the day. "Good."

He stepped up to the kneeling child and placed his cock on the protruding tongue. Mikey's eyes widened a fraction and he immediately leaned forward, bringing the cock into his mouth, wrapping his warm, tender lips around it to make a seal. The commands had taken hold. He started to suck on it, and Jason felt the tongue begin to lap along it, running the length in wet, nimble strokes.

"Ohhh fuck yes," the teen moaned as he felt the pressure increase in that little mouth. Mikey knelt there, obediently doing his best work on the 10^th grader's cock while he stroked himself determinedly through his boxers. Jason had turned the flashlight off, and now the two of them were lit just by the light of the full moon.

"Mikey," Jason said, "it's time for you to learn something new about cock-sucking, all right?"

The mind-controlled boy, mouth full, nodded on the cock.

"This," Jason said, "is called deep-throating." Then he grabbed the back of the boy's head and he pulled, shoving his cock further into the moist little mouth, through the gag reflex, and down into the intense tightness of the twelve-year-old throat.

Little kneeling Mikey was overwhelmed by this. His eyes widened in shock and his hand fell from his dick, masturbation briefly forgotten. Suddenly he couldn't breathe, and yet the most important thing to him, according to his commands, was to give the teen pleasure. Clearly this… depth gave Jason immense pleasure, so he tried his best to hold it in. He was gagging and coughing even while he controlled his instinct to pull back.

Jason felt the boy's throat convulse around his cock as reflexes tried, and failed, to push it out. Instead, he held the back of the head in his grip and kept the child deep on it. He slid the head back along his cock a little, the giant squeezed rod moving obscenely through that throat, and then he pulled the boy back on it, sliding back in. It was vulgar, a cock this big inside a boy this small, and yet he took it and bravely held it.

"Ahhhhhhh…" Jason exclaimed in pleasure.

Mikey was straining, his head rocking back and forth. Jason loved looking down at him, at his wide eyes, at his toes splayed out because of the strain on his body, at the pubic hairs that literally tickled his nostrils, but he could tell the boy couldn't take much more of it even as he bravely struggled. Jason finally started to slide him off his cock, until with a plop and a sputter it pulled out of the boy's throat and now simply rested in the boy's mouth. Mikey coughed on it, and desperately sucked in breath until he'd steadied himself.

"Oh, that felt fucking amazing," Jason said to the kneeling boy. "Now don't forget to jack yourself off, and keep licking and sucking."

Of course Mikey immediately complied. After all, right now, with his commands activated from touching the older boy's cock, the teen's pleasure was in fact the single most important thing in his mind. His own cum was the second most important, but horny as he was… it was second.

For a while, Jason just stood there as the kneeling, horny preteen in nothing but his boxers continued to suck and lick. He rocked back and forth, moaning as he stroked his own cock. Jason felt the boy shudder every-so-often as giant unreleased bursts of pleasure flowed through him from the attention his cock was getting. "Yaaaaaaaaah!" moaned the boy as his legs spasmed and his body shook with another wave of pleasure.

"Mikey," Jason said, "you know, you'll make me like this even more if you bob your head back and forth along my cock, and if you use your other hand to stroke what's not in your mouth."

That was all it took. The boy reached up his free hand and wrapped it around the base of the tenth grader's cock, stroking it just like he had been told, his mind focused on nothing but giving pleasure. Meanwhile, he started to dip his head back and forth, stimulating the large cock as he'd been instructed.

Jason felt the lips curled around his cock, pushed back and forth by his sliding mouth. Meanwhile, another jolt of pleasure shot up from the kneeling boy's much-masturbated cocklet, and he shook visibly, letting out an "mmmmmm" of excitement.

For a moment, they stayed like that, teenager and boy each overwhelmed by their personal pleasure. The boy serviced the teen from his kneeling position, using his inexperienced tongue and lips and hand as best as he could, sucking like a little boy-vacuum-cleaner with all his strength, and meanwhile he pleasured himself, back and forth along that little cock. His moans were constant now, just a constant stream of boy-pleasure as his body jolted back and forth with each new shot of pleasure and as his crotch now seemed to move of its own accord, unable to cum but still able to feel so much desire.

"Take a deep breath," Jason said, "and this time, keep jacking off." Jason felt the boy breathe in, and then he grabbed the kid's head and shoved in, cramming his large cock back into that tiny throat. Again the child gagged, again Jason felt the spasms in that too-small throat, but he settled in, squeezing into the thin tube that would soon take his cum. He felt his cock throb and his knees started to shake. Pleasure would overtake him any moment. "Ohhhhhhh…" he moaned.

Through it all, Mikey was still licking that cock, now focused on its base since the rest of it was down his throat. He was still pumping his own dick, pushing pleasure through his little body. Jason watched the wide-eyed boy rock back and forth in pleasure, down there on his knees, and he felt the small tongue on the base of his cock and the throat squeeze the tip. Grabbing the head, he slid it back a little, then forward, then back, then forward, massaging his sensitive tip with the contours of that stretched throat, sliding in and out of the tiny space. Back, then forward, back, then forward. The boy, a virgin until yesterday, bucked in a combination of pleasure and discomfort. Still Jason humped into him, shoving his cock deeper into the throat. The kid spasmed beneath him, and Jason's cock throbbed, and finally, in an overwhelming release, the cum started to pour out.

Heat filled his body as he felt his cock jump and spurt into Mikey's stretched throat. Wave after wave of his cum spewed right down it, bypassing the mouth and flowing right into the little boy.

Mikey couldn't gasp through Jason's dick; he couldn't moan; but Jason could still feel the boy's body straighten and jerk in pleasure, and in an instant that body was rocking back and forth as finally the kid's orgasm was finally released. Boy-cum spilled once again into those green boxers. He spasmed and rocked against the teen even as he was impaled on his throbbing cock, even as the teen's own cum oozed down his throat, pulse after pulse flowing into the unprepared child. Their orgasms continued together, cum into his throat and cum into his underwear, until finally he quieted and then so did Jason. It felt like he'd emptied a gallon into the boy.

He pulled back. "Lick me clean," he said, and Mikey did without question, even between gasps now that he could breathe again.

"Stand up," Jason told him, and the exhausted boy managed to pull himself up. This time Jason didn't even ask; he walked up, pulled the boxers out, and shined his light down to see the goop that was his cum all over his boxers and his cock. The teen smiled, then reached down and squeezed the fabric, rubbing the cool gunk into his boy's privates.

"All I wanted to do was suck you…" Mikey gasped, voice trailing off as he processed the commands.

"Yup," the teen agreed, smiling.

"Please," Mikey begged as he came to his senses, "don't make me do that stuff tomorrow."

"Sorry, kid," Jason said. "A command from your master is a command from your master. Speaking of which. Wear those boxers again tomorrow. Got it?"

The boy just stood there, looking down at the ground.

"Got it?"

"Yeah," he sadly replied.

"Great," Jason said. "I'll see you at Ultimate. Have fun with Owen!"

The child walked off as Jason pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. When he got home, he went online and posted his video to a special site. "Hey," he wrote, "look at this little slut. Get ready for more!"

Chapter 3
Meeting Owen

Mikey's alarm blared at him. He hit snooze again. He was so tired… he just needed a bit more sleep…

"Mikey!" his mom yelled up the stairs. "C'mon, dear. You'll be late for school if you don't hurry!"

Mikey rolled over in bed, his mind filled with cobwebs.

"Honestly, Mikey," said his mom, coming into the room, "what is up with you? You need to get up right now, young man."

Mikey groaned, and he pulled himself up. He blinked wearily. He wanted so much to tell his mom what was going on. Mom, he'd say, I've gotten into some trouble and I don't know what to do. Help me! But he couldn't say it. He couldn't even try to pretend to be sick to stay home, because he had to go in to suck Owen's cock. "Yeah," he finally mumbled, "I'm up."

"Are you all right, honey?" she asked. "Did you sleep all right?"

"I'm fine," he mumbled.

"All right then. C'mon, get up, get ready."

Mikey nodded. She left the room, and he got up. He'd had to wait for her to leave, because he needed to change. He'd been instructed to wear his green boxers today, after all, but nothing about the night. He changed from one pair of boxers to the other. He shivered as he felt the green boxers run up his smooth skin. They were gross, covered in his cum twice over. But he knew he had to wear them, and he made himself drag them up.

Finally he dressed, and he went down to get breakfast and go to school.

* * *

When the school bus got in, Mikey didn't go to hang out with his friends like he usually did. Instead, he wandered the halls, like he'd been told, looking for Owen. Mikey knew what Owen looked like, but he basically knew nothing else about the young teen.

It took until just a few minutes before homeroom started to find him. Mikey got up his courage and approached the boy. "Uh, hi, Owen?"

"Y-yeah," said Owen, turning to see Mikey for the first time. Owen was about seven inches [18 cm] taller than Mikey was, and it felt like he towered over him. "You're M-Mikey?"

"Yeah," said Mikey, quietly.

"And you're gonna… you're gonna…"

"I guess," said Mikey. "We've gotta figure out when, right?"

"Yeah," said Owen, looking down nervously at his shoes. "Um."

Mikey just wanted this to be over with. "Lunchtime, right? That's easy? The boys bathroom on the second floor? No one'll be using it at lunch."

"Yeah, great," said Owen. "Um… and how about sixth period? I've got science, it's super boring?"

"Um…" said Mikey, nervously rubbing his feet together. What was Owen's deal? "Could we do seventh? I've got math sixth, I really need to pay attention."

"Yeah, ok," said Owen. "Uh, what time?"

"1:30? Second floor bathroom again?"

"Yeah, great," said Owen. He seemed to be rubbing his fingers against his shorts nervously. "I guess I'll see you then."

"Yeah," said Mikey. "See you."

Mikey got to homeroom just in time. For just a moment, he tried to be himself again. He made a show for the other kids of getting to the outside of the door, and then just as the buzzer went off, jumping over the threshold. A few kids laughed. "Sit down, Mikey," the teacher told him, not amused.

He sat.

* * *

Mikey got to the second-floor bathroom a couple minutes before Owen. He paced nervously. He even peed a bit, and then washed his hands. Then Owen, wide-eyed and nervous, came in.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," said Mikey. "So, let's get it done, right? How about that stall over there?"

"Yeah, um, all right," replied Owen.

They went over, and closed the stall door behind them. The floor was kind-of dirty, but none of the other stalls were better. Mikey tried to squat down, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself like that. Finally, he went down to his knees, hairless knees pressed on the tile floor. Maybe he should start wearing pants, even though it was hot out. Then again, that would just get his pants dirty.

Owen stood there, looking down at Mikey, dumbfounded. "Wow," he just said. Mikey could see the erection in the teen's shorts, and he knew what was waiting there for him.

"Well?" asked Mikey.

"Huh?"

"Are you gonna take it out?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Owen fumbled at his zipper. It took him four tries to get it down, and to pull out his teenage erection. The boy's cock was maybe five inches [13 cm] long, and definitely erect. Mikey opened his mouth.

"Wow," said Owen, staring at the kneeling, open-mouthed boy.

"Well?" said Mikey.

"Oh, um, all right," said Owen. He stepped forward a little bit, and guided his cock onto Mikey's tongue.

The moment it touched down, Mikey was a boy transformed. Suddenly, his whole world was about bringing Owen as much pleasure as possible. Mikey's lips closed on the cock and he leaned in, taking more of it between his puckered lips.

Owen moaned in surprise at the sudden feeling. Mikey could taste Owen's precum leaking onto his tongue. Good. It meant that Owen was enjoying the blowjob. Mikey immediately started sucking, pulling on that teen's cock for all he was worth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh…" moaned Owen as this strange boy started sucking on his cock. Feelings of bliss swarmed through his fourteen-year-old mind, all his teenage hormones raging to say how perfect this moment was. Owen felt his knees go weak, and he reached down to the toilet paper dispenser to hold himself up. Then Mikey's tongue touched his cock, and Owen lost it, a rapturous "whooaaaaaaaa…" escaping through his wide-open mouth.

Owen's body started to rock back and forth at the scorching pleasure that curled its way through his body. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh," he kept moaning as Mikey pleasured his virgin cock. He'd rubbed himself, but it had never felt like this, not like a warm little bath like this, not like the tongue coasting on it, not like this sucking, not like a real living boy twisting and turning and sucking on his eager cock.

Mikey's existence was centered on this cock in his mouth. His whole twelve-year-old brain was thinking about how to give it more pleasure. He was already using his tongue. He was already sucking. Maybe he could take it deeper?

Oh, he really didn't want to take it deeper. He remembered how it had felt to get face-fucked last time. But Owen's pleasure was the most important thing, much more important than what Mikey wanted. Mikey knew that was the control speaking, he knew those weren't his own thoughts, but it didn't matter. Owen's pleasure was just more important.

Mikey took a deep breath… and he forced himself deeper. As the teen's cock slid into the back of his mouth just touching the throat, Mikey suddenly felt himself gagging and coughing, and he was forced to pull back. Damn it. He had managed Jason's much bigger cock, what was the matter with him today.

"Ohhhh… are you… are you all right?" gasped Owen.

Mikey nodded with the cock in his mouth. Of course he was all right. Owen needed more pleasure, that was all that mattered, Owen's pleasure. He tried to swallow that cock again, but again he sputtered on it. He felt Owen's cock soften slightly. This was not pleasing Owen! That was not acceptable.

Twelve-year-old Mikey wracked his brains for how else to pleasure Owen. He focused his tongue on Owen's glans, and he felt the cock stiffen tightly in his mouth as the tip of his tongue licked over the glans again and again, circling around it, massaging the slit. Owen started to rock his hips again, lost in the waves of pleasure, moaning constantly. Mikey felt proud at his accomplishment, even as he felt disgusted by it at the same time.

What else worked? Mikey remembered that Jason liked to be touched. So he reached out, grasping Owen's cock with his hand and stroking it back and forth. Again the teen's cock responded in Mikey's mouth, and again Mikey felt that strange pride and satisfaction in his mind. He was acutely aware that the satisfaction was not his own, but it didn't matter, because he felt it so strongly. Owen gasped and his body swayed as more precum leaked into Mikey's mouth.

Mikey kept stroking and kept sucking. What more could he do to give Owen more pleasure? Maybe he could reach in and grab Owen's balls. Would that help? He'd have to maneuver his hand into Owen's fly, and that didn't seem easy right now. Besides, it was hard enough for him just to keep licking, and sucking, and stroking. His twelve-year-old concentration was almost at its limit, and it was so important that he not mess up. The most important thing.

Instead, Mikey took his tongue and forcefully stroked that erect teenager's cock, pressing hard, squeezing it to eke out more, more, more from Owen. "Whoaaaaa…" moaned the teenager. Again Mikey pressed with all the might of his tongue, and again Owen responded, humping forward, gasping with pleasure. Again he pressed, and again Owen rocked forward. "Ohhhhhhhh… fuuuuuuuckkk…"

Mikey felt the teenager's cock get harder and thrust in his mouth. He felt Owen thrust his hips forward again. He felt so proud of himself. Owen liked his blowjob! In and out Mikey bobbed on that cock, his tongue working constantly to lick the other boy, his mouth working constantly to suck as hard as he could, his hand stroking, stroking, stroking.

"Oh! Oh man! Oh! Oh!" Owen's hands reached out, grabbing Mikey's head, holding him on as the older boy pumped his hips into and out of the younger boy, in and out, demanding more pleasure. Mikey felt the cock throb in his mouth. He sucked and Owen cried out "yeessssssss!" and then he came.

Pulse after pulse of that teenage spew shot into Mikey's preteen mouth as the boy knelt there on the bathroom floor. Mikey knew that to give Owen the most pleasure possible, he had to swallow his cum. He might have been disgusted by it, he might have been revolted by the taste (which was slightly different from Jason's cum), but it didn't matter. Ropes of sticky cum shot into his mouth, and with each blast he swallowed it down, feeling it go slowly down his still-sore throat from last night.

The very swallowing motion of Mikey's young mouth stimulated Owen's dick even more, and streams of cum followed streams of cum, until it finally slowed into an ooze. Still Mikey swallowed, and licked, and sucked. After all, a cock was touching his mouth. When it seemed that Owen was finally done, Mikey sucked on the tip of the cock to pull out the last bit of cum, and then he licked it clean with his tongue. Finally he was done, and he let it hang loose and wet in front of him.

Mikey knelt. Owen gasped, sweaty and red-faced, his chest heaving with exertion. Finally, the older boy spoke. "Holy shit," he said.

"Yeah," said Mikey, although he might not have meant the same thing.

"And you're gonna do this twice a day?"

"Yeah," said Mikey.

"Holy shit."

"Well," said Mikey, starting to stand up. "I guess I'll see you at 1:30."

"Uh, yeah," said Owen. "See you then."

Mikey walked out of the bathroom and to the cafeteria, where he found his friends. "Sorry, guys," he said. "When you gotta go…"

The other boys laughed, and so did Mikey. Then he started to eat his lunch, holding a smile the whole time, even as he started the meal with a big swig of apple juice to try to get the aftertaste out of his mouth.

* * *

At 1:29pm, Mikey raised his hand and asked his teacher to go to the bathroom.

He got there at 1:30, and Owen was waiting for him. Owen nodded. Mikey nodded. "We should use the handicapped stall," Mikey said. "More space, and people won't see my legs as easily."

"Uh, yeah, okay," said Owen.

They stepped in. Mikey instantly dropped to his knees, feeling the cold bathroom tile against his shins once again. He'd been thinking about this all day, while trying in vain to focus in his classes. He decided to just get it over with as quickly as possible.

"Wow," said Owen.

"If you actually drop your pants," suggested Mikey, "I can grab your balls or something. Like, massage them. It'll probably feel good."

"Yeah," said Owen. He started to wrestle with his belt. It was slow going; he was still nervous about all of this, even though Mikey could see the teen's erection poking into his shorts. "Um," he said, as the belt finally came undone and he started on the zipper, "do you actually like this?"

"Uhhh," said Mikey as he knelt on the bathroom floor. "No, not really."

"My brother made you do this?"

"Yeah," said Mikey. "Uh, do you like it?"

"Yeah," admitted Owen. "But he kind-of made me like it. He's, um, not a very nice brother."

"Yeah, I bet," said Mikey, looking from side to side. "Let's go already."

"We could, um, not… if you don't want to…" said Owen. He still hadn't taken off his pants. Mikey couldn't quite read the tone of voice, but it sounded resigned. Accepting.

"No," said Mikey. "I have to do it. I don't really have a choice." He paused, waiting. "C'mon."

"You sure?"

"I really don't have a choice. Pull your pants down."

Owen nodded, and he finished unzipping his fly. With a tug on his shorts and underwear, they fell to the ground in a puddle around his ankles.

Mikey didn't wait. He moved forward on his knees, sliding them along the dirty tile floor. Finally he got to right in front of Owen, and Owen maneuvered the cock to touch the 6^th grader's tongue.

The transformation on little Mikey was instantaneous. He took the cock into his mouth and Owen was instantly reduced to a moaning heap of a boy.

As Mikey ran his tongue along those five inches [13 cm] of teen boner, he reached out and he touched Owen's hanging teenage balls. "Huwahhhh," moaned Owen, and Mikey felt the cock stiffen in his mouth. Again he found himself happy beyond measure that Owen was experiencing such pleasure, that he was doing what he was supposed to do.

Mikey twisted his warm, soft hand around those teenage balls. He held them gently, moving his hand up and down almost like milking a cow, but lightly, gently, softly. "Hu, hu, hu," gasped Owen at this new stimulation. Still Mikey sucked, his warm, sloppy mouth holding the cock tight, sliding back and forth on the glaze of his saliva and the now-constantly leaking precum.

Every part of Mikey was a tool to give Owen pleasure. The twelve-year-old boy had but one thing to do, and that was to give Owen an even better orgasm than before. Every moment for Mikey was a moment he wanted to be somewhere else; every moment was a moment dedicated to Owen's pleasure. One hand awkwardly stroked Owen's balls, and the teen bucked his hips in pleasure. The other hand stroked Owen's cock, and Owen gasped with each stroke. Mikey's tongue lapped against that cock. His mouth strained to suck it, as if trying to pull out every last bit of pleasure.

Mikey took his tongue and he swirled it around Owen's glans. The motion first ran Mikey's coarser, taste-bud-filled top of his tongue along Owen's tip; then, he naturally ran the softer, smoother bottom of his tongue over it. "Ohhhhhh!" gasped Owen, his hips spasming. "Do that again!"

Mike did it again, rolling his tongue sensuously around the teenager's cock. "OHHHHHHHH!" cried Owen. "AGAIN!"

Mikey did it a third time, running his tongue in two full circles around the cock, and then he gave it a powerful, abrupt suck.

"HOLY FUCK!" cried Owen. Mikey stroked his balls and Owen's knees started to shake. He rolled his tongue against the teenager's sensitive cock once more. "Fuck fuck fuck…" moaned Owen. "Oh fuck…"

Mikey spread out his tongue along that five-inch [13 cm] cock, flattening it as far back as he could, and then he moved it forward along the base of the cock until it reached the glans, when he spun it around the glans once more. "Ohhhhh…" moaned Owen. Once again he spread his tongue as far towards the base as he could, sliding it back along the cock, and then around the tip. Owen was beyond words, and Mikey felt the most satisfaction he'd ever felt in his life. Owen's cock throbbed, as hard as it had ever been, leaking precum with abandon. Mikey sucked and he felt it throb. He sucked again and the cock throbbed again. He rolled his tongue back and around the glans, and the cock exploded.

"OH!" cried the panting Owen as he came once again into the boy kneeling on the bathroom floor. Mikey sucked that teenage sperm into his throat, all of it, gulping it down, squeezing it down his throat with his tongue. He felt Owen's goop as it slid into him, slid into his belly to join the goop from just a couple hours ago. He swallowed, and he swallowed, and he swallowed, until again Owen was empty. Again he cleaned Owen's cock, sucking out the last bit of cum, and then he let it out of his mouth, dripping a few spots of saliva onto the floor.

"Mikey," gasped Owen, "that was even better than before."

"Thanks," said Mikey, not even sure if he meant it or not. He climbed back up to his feet.

Owen looked at the younger boy. "Um," he said, "you're hard."

"Yeah," said Mikey. He'd been hard before, although Owen hadn't noticed. Judging by yesterday and today so far, this was the time of day when his need to cum started to get really distracting.

"Do you want me to um… to um…"

"Nah," said Mikey. "Thanks, but it wouldn't help. You couldn't get me to cum."

"Fuck," said Owen. "My brother did that?"

"Yeah," said Mikey. He smiled, one of those smiles he knew everyone liked. "It's all right," he said bravely. "I'll be fine."

"Well, good luck, dude," said Owen.

"Thanks," said Mikey. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you then."

Mikey walked out as Owen started to pull up his underwear and shorts.

* * *

When they were gathering for frisbee, Mikey ran up to Jason. He was in his athletic shorts and a T-shirt, and he seemed to be smiling, although Jason wasn't sure how genuine it really was. He could see the tent in Mikey's shorts, though; the kid was already fully erect.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing the 10^th grader's hand, drawing him away.

"Whoa, slow down there," Jason said, as Mikey was pulling him away. "What's going on?"

"Let's just get it done," he said. "C'mon. Let's just get it done."

"Mmmm," Jason teased. "You're awfully eager."

"I just want to play Ultimate, c'mon Jason."

"All right," he said, "let's go."

They went to the secluded part of the park where they wouldn't be disturbed, another part of the same secret grove as before. Mikey dropped to his knees like it was nothing. "You got some real experience with my brother, huh?"

"I guess," he said. "C'mon, open your fly."

"No," Jason said, "not yet. This time if you want to get off, I want to play a bit first."

"What?"

"Yeah," he said, pulling out his camera.

"Are you recording this?"

Mikey looked scared. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was a little ajar, showing his pearly white teeth. "Please don't," he said, quietly.

"You want to cum?" Jason asked him.

He nodded. "You know I need to."

"Then strip," the teen ordered. "And do it with a smile, or we start the whole video over again."

Mikey looked back at him for a moment. He bit his lower lip, and looked down at his throbbing cock. "Please," he begged. "Just let me cum." He rubbed his dick a few more times, body shaking with pleasure at the new stimulation. Jason just stared at him, making no reponse.

Mikey finally gave in with a nod, his enthusiasm gone. Slowly, reluctantly, then he started to remove his shirt, exposing his smooth, firm tummy to the open air. "Don't forget to smile," Jason reminded him. He smiled to the camera.

Mikey finished removing his shirt. His arms were slender and hairless, but muscled, especially for a twelve-year-old. His nipples were small and faint pink, little dots on well-defined breasts. The shape of his collar bone was clear around his neck. As he dropped his shirt to the ground, he managed another smile to the camera.

Jason nodded to the boy to continue. Mikey took off his shoes and socks next, revealing those beautiful bare feet. His tongue popped out of his mouth, circling his lips. Then he reached down to the elastic of his shorts and stretched it out, dropping them down his smooth, slender legs. He stepped out of it, now wearing just his stained green boxers.

"What if someone sees us?" he asked meekly.

"They won't," Jason said, holding the camera on him. "You know no one comes here. Now c'mon."

He nodded. His face was a mask of tension, his smile stretched out into his cheeks. Gently, he reached down to his boxers and he pushed them down. They bunched up on the floor and he stepped out of them, a naked boy in the park on camera.

"Now, Mikey," his master said, "why don't you start to touch yourself."

The naked boy already had a raging boner. It stuck out from his body almost parallel to the ground. "C'mon," he replied. "I really need to cum. That's just gonna make it worse!"

"If you want to cum," he was told, "you'll do what I say."

"Fuuuck," said Mikey in his preteen voice. His boner throbbed. Jason saw his shoulders heave with a deep breath. Then he reached down, and he started to stroke his cock.

Mikey's body swayed as pleasure started to sweep across him. He swung forward, his belly sticking out, jiggling in the air. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as his dick throbbed in the air. "Ohhhhhhhh, please, pleeeeeeease, I need it so bad…"

The 10^th grader zoomed the camera on his hand as he stroked his cocklet, on his little hairless fingers as he grabbed it between thumb and forefinger and swung back and forth, as he wrapped his hand around it and pulled, pulled, pulled, the tip stretching out between his squeezing fingers. "Mmm!" came his high-pitched moan.

"Please," he panted, "uh, uh, uh, please, uh," he gasped, rocking his hips back and forth, "please!!"

"Mmm," Jason said to the gasping boy, "now Mikey, why don't you introduce yourself to the audience?"

"What?" he said.

"Tell them your name and how old you are, and your grade."

"Guh," he gasped. "I… My name is Mikey," he said, looking into the camera. "I'm… twelve, and…" his body convulsed in pleasure as he stroked himself, "and… I'm in sixth grade…"

Mikey's eyes were wide, desperate with the desire that coursed through his preteen body. He was shaking, and his bare toes were clenched in the grass. It was the hottest thing Jason had ever seen, and he unzipped his fly to bring his large cock out.

"Why don't you tell the camera," he said to Mikey, "tell it how much you need to cum."

"C'mon," he begged. "I really, really need to cum. Oh my God, my penis is going to burst, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad, more than anything, it hurts, it's like it's on fire!" He started to jump up and down, the naked boy, his balls waving in the air as he stroked himself even while he hopped. "So bad! So bad! So bad!"

Jason was stroking his own cock now. Fuck this was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. With each desperate hop, it wasn't just Mikey's balls bouncing up and down. It was his belly, jiggling and waving in the air. His nipples shook slightly. The crazed child just bounced there, masturbating himself, 82 pounds of pure need and arousal, a horny boy who had no other release for the overwhelming energy that took over every part of his body.

Jason's own cock was throbbing, pulsing as he stroked it, watching this boy as the agony of need consumed his naked body. Still holding the camera on Mikey, Jason reached down to grab the discarded green boxers.

"Mikey," he told the frenzied boy, "I'll let you cum soon. But first, you need to tell the camera something else, all right?"

"Yeah," he begged. "Whatever, whatever! Please!"

"Tell the camera that you're really excited to make videos for them. Say you want their pervy ideas for what you should do next. Ask them for suggestions and say you'll make hot videos of the best ones."

"What?"

"Do it if you want to cum! And make it good! Smile!"

"All right, all right." Mikey stopped bouncing, turning with desperate eyes to the camera. Jason noticed that he kept vigorously stroking himself even while he talked. "I'm… I'm really excited to make these videos for you! I want your pervy ideas for what I should do next." Still he stroked his eager little preteen cock, his sweaty body swaying with need. "I'll make videos of the best ones. So send them in!" His smile was only sort-of there, but it was good enough. Jason's cock was ready to burst.

"Good," he said, now jacking himself off. He couldn't resist.

"Please please please!" the kid yelled. "Please!" His knees were shaking, his whole body trembling. Jason stroked his own cock.

"Tell the camera how much you need to cum."

"I need it!" the boy cried out. "I need to cum so bad!" Naked, he collapsed onto the ground, on his back, his legs up, rolling back and forth on the grass as he stroked himself. His whole body gyrated with his need. Jason kept the camera on him with one hand, capturing the exposed boy on the ground while with his other hand he stroked his own cock, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" the teen gasped.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" moaned Mikey.

"Tell them you need their help to cum!"

"I need your help to cum! Please!"

Jason took the green boxers from the hand holding the camera and, with his other hand, held them up to his cock as he masturbated himself with the fabric. He watched as Mikey's young, smooth body rolled back and forth, and he stroked himself up and down, up and down, his precum soaking those boxers, soaking those boxers that the kid was about to put back on, and then he came.

"OH! YES!" he gasped. His cock spurted its cum, all the cum it had been saving up all day in anticipation of this moment, burst after burst soaking into Mikey's underwear.

The boy saw that his controller had finally cum, and he cried out in satisfaction as his own orgasm rocked his body, spurts of cum coating his bare stomach and chest and thighs as his horny body finally found its release, coating itself in his boy sperm.

"Oh yes," Jason moaned, as his orgasm finally finished. Using the green, heavily stained, and newly soaking boxers, he squeezed his cock, forcing out a few more drops of his cum, then wiping it with a dry part of the fabric. Mikey, exhausted, was lying on the ground.

Jason knelt down by the boy, and using the boxers, he started to wipe off the cum off the shattered naked boy's body. Soon, the two wet loads were mixing and soaking into the soiled fabric. They were gooey and icky, and Jason had Mikey pull them on. The boy didn't even argue.

"Well," Jason said, as the kid dressed, "let's go back and get in the Ultimate game." He found himself already getting a boner at the thought of Mikey running around in those wet, cummy boxers.

* * *

Once he was dressed again, Mikey went back to play Ultimate. As he ran across the field, he felt his squishy two-day old boxers soaked in cum rubbing along his smooth skin, spreading his own cum mixed with Jason's all along his crotch and in his butt. He tried to ignore it, of course, but it was gooey and sticky, and cold in the breeze as he ran.

Once, these Ultimate games had been something special. They'd been Mikey's chance to play with the big boys, to show off his skills and feel accepted by high school kids. Now he felt used. Were they all like Jason, hoping to just get their own pleasure out of him? He really didn't know, but he hoped not. Unfortunately, it was hard to argue with the sticky stuff in his pants.

When the game was over, Mikey headed home. He'd already fulfilled one of his two required daily cums, and the next wasn't until later. He took off his clothes for his nightly shower, setting aside the boxers he'd have to put back on again. Then he got in and cleaned himself off. At least some of the cum would wash away. Then he dressed again, putting the green boxers on yet again.

What Mikey had intended to do was to go and do his homework. But instead, one of his commands took hold, and he suddenly decided the most important thing was to go and learn how to give a better blowjob. It was a strange sensation in his mind. A part of him knew that this wasn't actually what he wanted. That what he wanted was to just do his homework and pretend things were normal. But even though he knew that what he wanted was to act normal and do his homework, that wasn't what he actually wanted. What he actually wanted was to look up blowjobs. It was so confusing, but ultimately, it amounted to the same thing. He started googling blowjobs.

The twelve-year-old boy stared wide-eyed at the screen as he started to read all about the different things that he'd already been made to do. How to use his tongue, how to suck, what to do with his hands, how to train himself to take it deeper. He started to take notes on the things he needed to practice, the things he needed to try to do a better blowjob. He even organized it on the paper. 'Remember.' 'Tongue.' 'Sucking.' 'Deep throating.' 'Hands.' 'Before.' 'After.' Each underlined category had notes, items for him to remember, to study. He knew he'd be referring to this sheet regularly.

When his mom called him to dinner, he'd filled two sheets of paper. He had a serious hard-on, and he wasn't sure if it was because of what he'd been reading and seeing, or if it was just because he'd gone a while without cumming. Ugh, he hated not understanding what was happening to him like this!

At least after dinner, he felt like he'd completed his 'sex homework' and he could get back to his real homework. But really, he needed a break first. He played video games for a while, then he tried to cram in his actual work before he'd have to go and suck Jason's cock again, or whatever.

Mikey was getting ready for bed, still wearing those green boxers, when he got the text. "My place 11:30" it said. Guess that was where they'd be doing it tonight.

When he was able to sneak out, he biked over to Jason's house. As he came up to the door, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to ring the doorbell. He waited there a minute, about to ring it, when suddenly Owen opened the door.

Owen was dressed in nothing but his boxers, his bare chest and legs and feet exposed to the cool night air. The fourteen-year-old had a smooth, clean chest, but he had some short budding hair under his armpits. Mikey already knew that he had a bit of hair at his cock. The older boy's legs, though, were still hairless.

"Hey," said Owen.

"Hey," said Mikey, looking the two year older boy up and down.

"C'mon in," said Owen, stepping aside. Mikey crossed the threshold and Owen closed the door behind him. "My brother said you should strip to your boxers."

Mikey shrugged. There was really no point in fighting it. He started to strip. "What about your parents?" he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground.

"They're under his control," said Owen. "They won't notice anything. They might, like, bring snacks."

"Wow," said Mikey. He started to remove his shorts.

"Yeah," said Owen. "Yeah."

"What's he done to you?" asked Mikey as he removed his shoes so he could get his shorts all the way off.

"Nuthin'," said Owen. "Except for you."

"Oh," said Mikey, as he pulled his shoes off and his shorts came after them. He tried not to feel too jealous of Owen. It wouldn't be so bad, he thought, to be in that spot.

"I'm really sorry," said Owen. "I dunno."

Mikey pulled off his socks. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go."

Mikey, now wearing just his dirty green boxers, followed Owen, in his red boxers, up to Jason's room.

Jason was waiting when they got there.

* * *

"Hi there, Mikey," the older teen said.

"Um, hi," said Mikey, as he stood there nervously, almost naked.

"C'mere."

Mikey didn't really see any reason to fight it. Jason had all the power here, and he knew it. Mikey walked up to his master obediently.

As soon as Mikey got close, Jason reached out and pulled him until the two of them were touching. He ran his hungry hands all over the twelve-year-old's smooth body, feeling his skin, his nipples, his thighs, rubbing across the bare skin. He reached for Mikey's cock, the boy's erection prominent through the boxers, and started to stroke it.

"Guuuuuuuh," gasped Mikey, as he started to wriggle in the 10^th grader's grip, "not again… not again, please…"

Jason went and sat on the bed, pulling Mikey into his lap. With one hand he continued to stroke the immature but erect cock, reaching right under those beautiful cummy boxers. He gripped the tiny dicklet with two fingers and pulled, squeezing it, up and down, over and over again, enjoying the feel of the sensitive flesh giving way underneath his fingers. Meanwhile, he reached his other hand to one of Mikey's nipples and started to squeeze it and rub it, then the other one, back and forth and back and forth along the boy's most sensitive regions.

Once again, Mikey's already tremendous desire was magnified by this ruthless attention. The twelve-year-old was panting continuously, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was squirming constantly on the older teen's lap, rubbing back and forth along Jason's own needy erection. The boy's desire pulled him this way and that in unpredictable little jerks, making it even more arousing to Jason. "Guh, guh, guh," moaned Mikey. "C'mon, please, guh, please…" His chest heaved at the constant sexual attention.

"J-Jason," came Owen's voice, forgotten in the doorway, "c-can I go?"

"Uhhhhh…" moaned Mikey.

"Nah," Jason said to his younger brother. "You have a nice little erection there, bro." Indeed, the boy's red boxers were thoroughly tented. "This turns you on?"

"I-I guess," stammered Owen. "'Cause y-you made me like that."

"I guess I did," the older brother said, smiling back. "Betcha you like having a smaller boy to serve you. Bet it makes you feel bigger."

Mikey was lost in his own little world; Jason honestly couldn't tell if he even had any awareness of what was happening around him anymore, except for the constant stimulation. He'd been rubbing both of the boy's nipples, and the boner had become as extreme as the little boy could manage. Mikey's eyes were glazed, drool was running down his chin, and his tiny feet were constantly kicking out. "Hey," Jason continued, "want him to suck you?"

"Uhhh… n-no," stammered Owen. "It's… it's fine. Really."

"Nah," Jason replied, "I see your bulge, bro. I got you." He suddenly stopped masturbating the quivering mass of desire on his lap, and Mikey bent over, shaking, gasping for breath. "Mikey," he said, "go suck Owen off."

"C'mon," said Mikey between desperate breaths. "Let me cum first. I need it so so bad."

"No," Jason answered. "Do this then we'll see. C'mon!" He gave Mikey a push on his bare back, and the boy staggered forward. He worked his way over to Owen on jittery legs, and he dropped to his knees. Owen struggled to take his teenage cock out of his boxers.

"Yeah Mikey," Jason said, getting his camera out. "Let's see what you've learned."

* * *

As Owen's cock touched down on Mikey's mouth, the boy immediately focused. Even as Mikey's own desire still raged through his shaking young body, even as his own erection throbbed and leaked precum into his boxers, even as he felt disgust at doing this once again and knowing it would not be the last time today, Mikey's goal was clear. Make the fourteen-year-old boy standing with his cock in Mikey's mouth experience as much pleasure as possible.

Mikey thought back to the notes he'd prepared earlier after playing Ultimate. He started simply, running his tongue along the cock in his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth along it, letting his saliva coat the young teenager's rod. Testing his powers, he swished his tongue along the glans, and Owen gasped as his cock throbbed in Mikey's mouth. Good.

Holding Owen's cock with one hand, Mikey actually let it fall out of his mouth. Then the twelve-year-old stuck out his tongue and he started to run his tongue along the length of the cock from base to tip. Owen gasped and thrust forward as Mikey's tongue ran along the length and then swirled around the tip. Then Mikey reached forward and did it again, a long, sensuous lick from base to tip, running all the way along the cock. Then again from base to tip, his soft, preteen tongue curling around the cock, running along it, lingering, a lush, full lick, until Mikey got to the tip and then once again he engulfed Owen's cock in his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh!" gasped the older boy, once again humping his hips forward.

The workings of Mikey's mind right now were complicated. It didn't matter how much he was disgusted: he remembered the things he had planned to try and had an overwhelming desire to do better. Licking along the cock was one strategy. Now, Mikey's small, warm, sweaty hand reached out and started to gently massage Owen's balls while, in his mouth, he started to lick and suck in earnest, again running his tongue along Owen's throbbing cock. He squeezed the cock in his mouth, sealing it in with his lips while his cheeks puckered with the pull of his sucking, the mighty inhalation pulling Owen's cock ever so slightly deeper in.

That was when Mikey, still massaging Owen's balls, decided to go for it. He leaned forward and he started to swallow, pulling the cock in towards his throat. Swallow. Swallow, the motion carrying it in, and, if what he'd read online was true, down his throat. Not just a push, but a swallow. He felt himself closing on Owen's pelvis. He started to gag, but instead he swallowed again, ignoring the pain, tricking his body into letting the cock in. He pushed, and he swallowed, and although it was intensely uncomfortable, soon Owen's rock-hard dick was embedded in his throat. Deep feelings of accomplishment and disgust rocked through Mikey's confused mind.

"Holy shit," gasped Owen.

Mikey could only hold it for an instant, and soon he pulled back, coughing and gasping for breath with the cock still partially in his mouth. But he'd done it, and he knew he could do it again. Maybe not with Jason's adult sized cock, not yet, but he'd get there. Unfortunately.

As soon as he could, Mikey returned to licking and sucking. He remembered reading something about varying his speed, and so he bobbed his head slowly on that teenage cock. Slowly, gently, he moved in on it, taking it deeper and deeper, licking and sucking on it the whole time. Then he pulled back, slowly again, still licking, still sucking, the cock slowly emerging from his tight lips. Again he leaned forward, cock disappearing into him, into his mouth. "Waaaaaaaaaahhhh," Owen moaned. Mikey leaned back, slowly going out along the cock, then in, slowly pulling it deeper in his mouth. Owen was panting now, and where Mikey was fondling his testicles he could feel the sweat of the aroused teen.

Mikey swirled his tongue around the glans, and Owen bucked his hips, cock throbbing; Mikey could taste the precum leaking out. Another swirl, and a third. Then, Mikey picked up the pace, bobbing in and out, faster, just a bit faster, then much faster, in, out, in, out, the cock sinking into and emerging obscenely from his mouth, in, out, in, out, his little tongue racing across it, swirling around the tip each time the cock was mostly out, then again diving in, out, in, out, in, out on the helplessly gasping teenager.

"Oh fuck yes," said Jason, who was videotaping the whole encounter. "Yeah, Owen, you're so close!"

Mikey was focused on the cock, there was nothing but the cock. His eyes centered on it as he bobbed in and out along it. Though his knees hurt from kneeling, he ignored them. Though his cock ached from his own arousal and need to cum, he ignored it. Though his neck was sore from all its work, he ignored it. In, out, in, out, all along that wet cock, wet with Mikey's saliva and Owen's precum. He could taste it, could taste Owen's excitement, his arousal, and he knew he was doing a good job. Still his hands delicately played with Owen's balls. Still he ran his tongue along it, swirling it around, focusing on that sensitive tip.

"Oh, oh, oh!" gasped Owen. "Oh my God!"

He was about to cum, Owen was about to cum. Mikey licked and sucked, and with a final, desperate swallowing motion, he took Owen's throbbing cock all the way down his throat once again as cum started to spew out of it.

The teen's cum poured down Mikey's throat, pulse after pulse spewing more of it into the twelve-year-old who was now loaded down with the younger Reiley's semen. This was the third load of his, the boy had swallowed today. Mikey just held himself, held himself deep on Owen's cock as it pulsed and spewed and eventually emptied itself into his throat.

With a gasp, he finally leaned back, able to breathe again. Still, he didn't forget to lick Owen's cock clean.

"Oh," gasped Owen, when he could see straight again, "oh, Mikey."

* * *

For a moment the two boys stayed in that position, one standing in nothing but his red boxers, the other kneeling in nothing but his dirty green ones, both sweaty and gasping for breath. Finally, Mikey turned to his controller and said, "Jason, can I please cum now?"

"Hmmm," Jason considered. "Well, come over here first."

Mikey grunted as he got himself up. Jason had stopped filming and put the camera down and went to his laptop. Mikey followed him.

"What is this?" the amazed boy asked, looking at the screen.

"It's a board for pedophiles like me. Here, sit on my lap."

Mikey did, staring at the screen. Pictures and videos of boys in all kinds of situations scrolled past as Jason moved down the screen. "Ah," he said, "there you are."

It was the first video he'd made of the boy, of Mikey standing there in his boxers at night, masturbating and rubbing his nipples, moaning the whole time. Next to the video, it said "Stay tuned for more!" Under it were all kinds of lewd comments that Mikey (and Owen, behind them) read with widening eyes.

"Fuck, he's cute!" read one comment. "Show us his cock!" said another. "Have you fucked him yet?" "Show us the rest!" "MOAR!"

Jason reached down and started to stroke Mikey's cock again. "They like you, Mikey," he said, as the kid took in the fact that this secret part of his life was now public to so many people. He shivered on the older teen's lap, rubbing against his large, hardening, eager teenage cock.

"Well," Jason said, "I think it's time to post your next video."

"Wh-what?" stammered Mikey. "N-no!" His body was shaking again with desire as his cock was relentlessly pulled and tugged and squeezed, but some of it might also have been fear of others seeing more of his lewd experiences.

It was awkward, but Jason just couldn't leave this abused cocklet alone, so he jacked Mikey off with his left hand while he used his right hand to move the mouse and upload the video from that afternoon. Finally he had to let go of Mikey's cock to type the message. "Post ur ideas here."

"Mikey," he said, "I want you to click submit on that message."

"What!" cried the horny, sweaty boy. "No!"

The teen reached down again to continue his incessant stroking of the boy, and Mikey shook in his grip, letting out a massive moan. The feel of the little boy's largest muscles twisting on his lap was amazing. "I won't let you cum until you do," he insisted.

"Oh God, c'mon, Jason… don't make me!"

"Do it, Mikey. That's the only way you cum."

"I need to cum!"

"So make the post!"

"That's crazy! I'll… they'll all see me!"

"I know," Jason answered. "They'll all see you moaning and jacking off and rolling on the ground, and they'll get off to your hot little body, and they'll give you lots of ideas for what to do next. Now do it." He gave a powerful tug on the boy's penis and he shuddered in the cruel teen's lap. "Do it and I'll let you suck me off right now. You can cum and go home."

"I don't want them to see me like that!" Mikey remembered this afternoon's forced performance. He couldn't let people see him like that… anyone… "C'mon!"

"Then you can't cum."

"But I have to," Mikey sobbed, as he genuinely started to cry. "I have to cum, you made me…"

"Then post the video!"

"But…"

"They won't know who you are."

"But they'll see me."

"Yeah," Jason said, "they will." He jerked Mikey again, squeezing the little boy's cocklet up and down, rolling it between his fingers. Mikey almost bent double with the pressure roiling his young body.

"Ohhhhh…" he cried. "Ohhhhhhh auuuuuugh…" The boy humped his hips into his tormentor's hand, desperate to cum, desperate for any release, but unable to get it. Fire raced through his body. His shoulders rose and fell with each sob.

"Post it, Mikey," Jason whispered, as he tugged on the throbbing preteen dick. "Post it and you can cum."

"There's no other way?" sobbed Mikey.

"No other way," was the cruel answer.

Mikey stared at the screen as he twitched in Jason's lap. He needed to cum. He needed to! He couldn't… he needed to!

Finally, he nodded. He reached out with a shaking hand. His desire was so powerful it was hard for him to hold the mouse straight, to move it without shaking. He maneuvered it over the "Submit" button, but the first time he tried to push it, his hand slid and he just highlighted part of the page instead. With a shudder and a deep breath, he moved back to the submit button and clicked it. The post went live. Behind them, Owen, who had been standing there, gasped.

"Now let me cum!"

Jason got up, pushing Mikey off his lap, and lowered his own shorts and underwear. He lay back on his bed and spread his legs. "You can suck me now."

Mikey ran over so fast it was like something out of a cartoon. He scampered up onto the bed and immediately dove for the erect cock. Jason snorted at his eagerness. The boy took it into his mouth and started to use every trick he knew to suck it, desperate to get the teen off.

Jason turned his head far enough to see Owen staring at them, his cock rising up once again.

Mikey licked and he sucked. He did everything he knew how to do: he traced patterns on the throbbing dick with his tongue; he massaged the bigger balls and he bobbed slow, and fast, and in-between as he sucked with all his might. Up and down he went on that sixteen-year-old cock, every ounce of energy going into getting the source of all his misery off.

He was, thought Jason, an amazing creation.

Jason was moaning as the newly-minted cocksucking expert did his work. The boy's wet mouth covered every inch of the big teenage cock. Beautiful, warm boy-saliva spread over it with abandon.

Meanwhile, Mikey's other hand went to his own boner, doing everything he could to make sure he'd cum the instant his programming would allow him to. He bucked and whimpered and shook as the stimulation went through his own body as well.

It didn't take long for Mikey to get Jason to the point of no return. He felt warmth shoot through his body as his hips bucked; his cock throbbed in the boy's mouth, precum leaking liberally, and suddenly he felt a massive pulse as it burst forward. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out and Mikey quickly started swallowing, downing each burst of sticky cum, taking the ooze down into him with all the rest.

Meanwhile, the boy finally got his release at his master's signal, cum pouring out once again into those boxers, now layered with mineral layers of cums past. He twitched and gasped and moaned, drinking cum at one end, pouring it out at the other.

Finally they were both done. Mikey squeezed the large teen cock in his mouth to get every last drop of cum, just as he knew he should. He sucked it down and licked it clean. And then he let it out.

Jason gasped, contented. "You've been studying," he told Mikey.

"Yeah," said the boy. "Can I go now?"

"Sure," he replied. "But you better get ready for some fun tomorrow once those suggestions come in!"

Mikey left. Owen went with him, his boner sticking out in front of him. Neither boy spoke as Mikey dressed, but before the boy left they agreed to meet before school the next day. On that note Mikey left the house, but Jason knew it wouldn't be a good night for his little brother. The only way he could cum was with Mikey, after all.

Chapter 4
A Star is Born

By the time Mikey finished blowing Jason, the fourth time Mikey had given a blowjob that day, eight pedophiles had already downloaded his new video. More were logging on to do so every minute.

For those pedophiles, it was magical.

As they watched the crudely-filmed scene, a boy came up on the screen. He looked about 11 or 12, and was wearing athletic clothes in a sunny park with dappled shadows from trees all over his face. "Are you recording this?" he asked. He looked scared. "Please don't," he whispered, quietly.

"You want to cum?" asked a deeper voice, a teenager. The words seemed in contrast to the sunny outdoors, but it didn't take long for every viewer to see the erection through the boy's athletic shorts.

"You know I need to," said the fidgeting boy.

"Then strip," said the voice. "And do it with a smile, or we start the whole video over again."

The boy cutely bit his lower lip and looked down at his throbbing cock. "Please," he begged. "Just let me cum." He rubbed his dick a few more times, right there on camera, smooth body shaking with pleasure.

When no response came, the boy wordlessly started to remove his shirt, exposing his smooth, firm tummy to the open air. "Don't forget to smile," came the voice. Pedophile hearts around the world melted at his pearly-white smile.

The mysterious boy revealed a beautiful, trim torso as he removed his shirt. Once he was done, he seemed to smile again and then he took off his shoes and socks. His tongue seemed to make a nervous motion on his lips, but he reached down to the elastic of his shorts and dropped them down his smooth legs with practiced ease. This wasn't his first time getting naked for… whoever this guy was. Now he wore just stained green boxers.

"What if someone sees us?" the electrifying boy asked meekly.

"They won't," answered the teen as the camera shook slightly. "You know no one comes here. Now c'mon."

The boy nodded with a forced smile, and he pushed his boxers down. He stepped forward, naked. Hungry eyes focused on his tiny, jiggling ballsack, and above it, a fully-erect preteen dick.

"Now, Mikey," said the teen, "why don't you start to touch yourself."

"C'mon," he replied. "I really need to cum. That's just gonna make it worse!" At that, the pedos watching might've frowned, confused. But still they watched. They weren't turning away from this.

"If you want to cum," said the teen, "you'll do what I say."

"Fuuuck," said the boy in his preteen voice. His boner was throbbing in a crazy way for a twelve-year-old. Then, right there on camera, right in the park, he reached down and he started to stroke his tiny cocklet.

The boy was instantly lost in pleasure, swinging back and forth. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned, "ohhhhhhhh, please, pleeeeeeease, I need it so bad…"

The camera zoomed in on that little hand as it stroked his little cock. This boy was experienced in masturbating. Little fingers grabbed the cock between thumb and forefinger and swung back and forth. He wrapped his hand around it and pulled, the tip stretching out between his squeezing fingers. "Mmm!" came his high-pitched moan.

"Please," he panted, "uh, uh, uh, please, uh," he gasped, rocking his hips back and forth, "please!!"

"Mmm," came the voice, seemingly unsympathetic to the gasping boy, even though most of the watching pedos desperately wanted to see the promised cum. "Now Mikey," it said, "why don't you introduce yourself to the audience?"

"What?"

"Tell them your name and how old you are, and your grade."

"Guh," he gasped. "I… My name is Mikey," he said, adorable face looking right into the camera. "I'm… twelve, and…" his body convulsed in pleasure as he stroked himself, "and… I'm in sixth grade…"

The poor kid was obviously wild with desire. He was shaking with it. Boys just didn't come like this, this kid was magical!

"Why don't you tell the camera," said the deeper voice, "tell it how much you need to cum."

"C'mon," he begged. "I really, really need to cum. Oh my God, my penis is going to burst, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad, more than anything, it hurts, it's like it's on fire!" He started to jump up and down, this naked boy jumping in front of thousands of pedophiles, skin jiggling and tiny balls waving in the air as he stroked himself even while he hopped. "So bad! So bad! So bad!"

"Mikey," said the teen, "I'll let you cum soon. But first, you need to tell the camera something else, all right?"

"Yeah," he said, inhuman desire flooding this crazy horny kid. "Whatever, whatever! Please!"

"Tell the camera that you're really excited to make videos for them. Say you want their pervy ideas for what you should do next. Ask them for suggestions and say you'll make hot videos of the best ones."

"What?"

"Do it if you want to cum! And make it good! Smile!"

"All right, all right." The boy, Mikey, managed to stop bouncing despite the manic energy within him. Still, the kid couldn't stop himself from jacking off even while he kept talking. "I'm… I'm really excited to make these videos for you! I want your pervy ideas for what I should do next." Still the kid stroked his eager little preteen cock, his sweaty body swaying with need. "I'll make videos of the best ones. So send them in!" He smiled again as he jacked himself off.

Pedos everywhere felt ideas spring to their perverted minds. Yes, there were so many things this boy might do… things he might willingly do, to get this strange teenager to let him cum…

"Good," said the teen.

"Please please please!" yelled the crazy boy. Had he been fed Viagra or something, the viewers wondered? "Please!" The boy's knees were shaking, his whole body trembling.

"Tell the camera how much you need to cum."

"I need it!" he cried out. "I need to cum so bad!" Suddenly the naked boy collapsed onto the ground and started rolling on the grass!

"Oh fuck!" said the teen.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" moaned Mikey.

"Tell them you need their help to cum!"

"I need your help to cum! Please!"

The camera started to shake. The teen must've been jacking himself off. Then he shouted "OH! YES!" and the shaking intensified even more. That finally triggered the writhing hornball on the ground, whose orgasm rocked his tiny, hairless body as spurts of cum coated his bare stomach and chest and thighs. The boy just lay there, convulsing helplessly as he finally found his desired release.

The last image was as the teen holding the camera knelt down. In his hand were the boy's old boxers, now clearly wet with the teen's cum. He used the boxers to wipe up the boy's cum off his body as the image faded to black and titles appeared on the screen.

MIKEY NEEDS TO CUM

HE NEEDS YOUR HELP

PLEASE, GIVE HIM PERVY IDEAS

Chapter 5
Life as a Slut

The next day, Mikey went into the usual bathroom but before school this time. (The 'usual' bathroom, he thought to himself, sighing.)

Owen was already in the stall. "H-hey," said the teen when Mikey came in and closed the door behind him. The latch creaked as Mikey locked it.

"Hey, Owen," said Mikey, trying to sound casual and confident. The handicapped stall was larger than the others but the boys were still forced to stand close to each other. Although they were fully clothed, Mikey found himself acutely aware of the sexuality of Owen's older but still slender teenage body. He saw its need, too; he saw how Owen looked at him and he saw the erection under Owen's pants.

Mikey was also aware of the sexuality of his own body, on the cusp of its teenage years but not there yet. He shuffled awkwardly in place. He hadn't thought of himself sexually before all this started, not really. It was weird to think about how he was changing. He fingered the cross he still wore on his neck, the cool gold pressing against his chest. He just hadn't _let_ himself think like this before.

"What's up?" asked Owen softly.

"Your thing," joked Mikey awkwardly, forcing a smile. Owen blushed and took an unconscious step back. The joke hadn't quite worked, which wasn't all that surprising since Mikey also hadn't _joked_ about sex before… and Owen wasn't exactly a natural audience, either.

"Uh," said Mikey, after a pause, "it's really weird… thinking about this all day. Like, knowing we'll come here and do stuff. It's all I think about in school anymore…"

"Y-yeah," said Owen. He unconsciously moved his hands down to rearrange his pants, then realized what he was doing and pulled them away.

Mikey looked up at the teen, his neck having to crane slightly for the older boy who was seven inches [18 cm] taller. "It's strange," he said, lamely.

Owen nodded.

For a moment, the two boys stood there nervously. Mikey knew he should get started, he just didn't quite want to. Then Owen smiled weakly. "We, uh, we get way more action than any of the other kids. J-just can't tell anyone…" He looked at Mikey hopefully. "They should be jealous…"

"Uh, yeah," said Mikey.

"Sorry," said Owen. "Sorry…"

Mikey stood there for another moment. They'd gotten there early, but they'd still have to get to homeroom soon. He sighed, knowing what he had to do. "Ready?" he asked.

Owen nodded, blushing.

Mikey had started wearing pants instead of shorts, so he wouldn't have to kneel with his bare knees on the dirty bathroom tile. But now he looked down and saw that the floor was a little bit damp. "Really?" he mumbled.

"W-what?"

"The floor's wet. It's not even school yet, how'd the floor get wet?" he mumbled. "One sec," he said, as he started to undo his belt and remove his pants. He was acutely aware of Owen's gaze fixed on him as he slid the pants down. Owen stared openly, his mouth slightly agape as Mikey's slender, smooth legs were revealed. Now the younger boy was showing his cum-crusted green boxers. He hung the jeans up on the coat hook, which jangled slightly. Only one of its two screws was still in place and it tilted under the weight of the jeans.

Owen's gaze was fixed on Mikey's boxers and shapely legs as Mikey stepped forward.

"Ready?" said the younger boy.

Owen nodded, blushing. Mikey could already see the bulge in the young teen's shorts; of course Owen was ready. Mikey knew what to do, and he knelt on the ground. He felt the damp of the cold floor as he knelt down. He'd have to wash his knees off after this…

"Oh, uhhhh… wait," said Owen abruptly.

"What?" said Mikey, frustrated. His hand was already around Owen's cock and his mouth was open!

Owen looked down at Mikey apologetically. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly, as he got out his phone and started to film the cocksucking boy from above.

"Wh…what?" said Mikey, his calm demeanor broken. "Seriously?"

"He told me to," said Owen, his voice breaking. "I have to."

Mikey, kneeling there on the floor, felt himself blushing. "Shit," he said. He wanted to get up, he wanted to leave, he wanted to be anywhere but here, kneeling on the damp, smelly bathroom tiles. What would Jason do with this video when Owen sent it to him? Post it online? Something else even worse? Mikey gulped.

As Mikey knelt there, small hand still wrapped around the erect cock, he realized that he could get up. He could leave so long as his tongue didn't touch that teenage dick. He could leave… but then he'd have to face the consequences of not fulfilling an order. What might happen? Would it force itself on him? Would he barge into Owen's class and drag him out to suck his cock in front of everyone? He couldn't risk it.

Mikey stared at Owen's cock, watching it pulse with excitement. He knew what he had to do, even with the cell phone taking video. He opened his mouth, leaned forward, and let his tongue touch the throbbing dick.

The transformation was immediate. Mikey still knew that a video was being taken, and he still didn't like it. He still knew he was kneeling on the floor of the school bathroom. He still knew he was being forced to do something disgusting. But none of that mattered, because the most important thing in the life of the kneeling twelve-year-old boy was giving as much pleasure as possible to the fourteen-year-old whose precum was leaking onto his tongue.

Lessons flowed through Mikey's subverted mind. He ran his tongue along Owen's waiting cock. First he ran his tongue along the base, then slowly up, then he circled it around the tip as Owen moaned. Mikey closed his lips around the cock, sucking hard, and he started to swallow it down. A little bit of drool went down the boy's chin; it was turning out to be a wet blowjob, and Mikey tried to slurp it back in.

As he sucked and slurped, Mikey knew that every moment was being captured on video. He knew that Jason would get it and be able to do anything he wanted with it. Share it, post it, whatever. He tried to stop himself, to get himself to care about that. And he DID care, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't change it. The most important thing was making Owen happy, and in his mind, right then, if that meant that Jason would get a video of him giving a blowjob… then so be it. Even though the boy knew that the desire had been forced onto him, it didn't change anything. He needed to make Owen happy.

Mikey sucked harder and moved deeper on the cock. He reached up a hand to grab Owen's balls and started to massage them.

Owen cried out as he felt the devoted little cocksucker work. Mikey had been studying, and he was fucking fantastic at it. His tongue darted across the older boy's cock. He bobbed back and forth along it as it throbbed; he deep-throated it with a swallow, the effort needed decreasing every time he did it. Owen moaned and gasped as Mikey did his little best to pleasure the early-teenage cock. His hand shook, overwhelmed, as it recorded Mikey's hard work.

"MMMM!" cried Owen, as Mikey took his cock deeper again. His hands reached out to Mikey's head. At first they grabbed it, but then they loosened, and he gently caressed Mikey's cheek, a gentle touch. Mikey felt himself blushing even more. He hoped that couldn't be seen on camera.

Owen was close, he was gasping and Mikey felt the cock pulsing in his mouth. "Uhhhhhhhh…" moaned Owen. "Ohhhh fuuuuck!" He bucked his hips into the kneeling preteen.

Mikey smiled slightly as he saw how quickly he was able to drive Owen to pleasure. The ultra-important task consumed him utterly; his tongue, his mouth, his throat were all in service to it. He hated that he was proud of this, but each of Owen's moans made him happy, and he couldn't help that either.

After some time watching Owen get more and more overwhelmed by his desire, Mikey slid out, breathing in deeply while he licked on the cock. The blowjob was still wet and messy. Strands of drool covered Mikey's chin, leaking out from lips that encircled Owen's cock, and slurping sounds echoed throughout the bathroom. A distant part of Mikey's mind, the part that still cared, was nervous that someone might walk in and hear it…

Mikey let the erect cock go completely and started to suck on Owen's balls, taking them one at a time into his little mouth.

"Oh… nooo, gooo back," moaned Owen.

Mikey knew his work though, and he kept sucking on those balls. He felt drops of precum fall onto his cheek and chin, mixing with the drool already present. "C'mon…" said Owen, his voice cracking and high-pitched, lost in the waves of pleasure going through his body.

For a moment, Mikey let the fourteen-year-old balls drop out of his mouth. "Now you know a little of what it feels like," he taunted, and then he took them back into his mouth.

"Ohh… yeah… c'mon… I have to get to homeroom… please…"

Mikey let the balls drop out of his mouth. "You want me to make you cum?" he asked mischievously, running his tongue sensuously along the length of Owen's throbbing dick.

"We've gotta get back…" said Owen.

Mikey had been learning about foreplay, about building desire in your partner. He'd been reading about how that tension was important. And he even had some pleasure at knowing that Owen needed the release too. But he knew they had to get back, and so he went back to take Owen's erect cock into his mouth, sucking it in and wrapping his tongue around the glans. Owen's body immediately started to convulse in pleasure as it was stimulated anew.

Owen was shaking. He still managed to hold his phone with one hand while the other was gripping the side of Mikey's head. His cock throbbed in Mikey's mouth. Mikey knew he could make it happen now. He had enough experience to know just how to drive Owen over the edge. "Mikey the Maestro," he thought to himself, as he marveled, and shivered about the way he too had some little measure of control over Owen.

His eyes darted up to look at the cell phone, hovering above him, incessantly taking video. Video that would capture this moment forever.

It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered, except for what was about to happen. Nothing was allowed to matter in Mikey's mind.

Mikey swallowed again, taking Owen's cock deep. "OHHHHHHHHH!" moaned the teen as his body stretched out in one giant exclamation of pleasure; his cock throbbed with new force in Mikey's mouth.

Mikey felt the now-familiar sensation of a powerful, hungry orgasm. Cum shot out of the teen right into Mikey's mouth, and Mikey swallowed it down with single-minded eagerness. Owen shook, shoving his cock deeper and deeper as it throbbed, pressing his crotch against Mikey's mouth. Again and again Mikey felt his mouth fill with the sticky, slightly-salty stuff, and again and again he ate it down. When the orgasm was finally done, Mikey licked the tip clean, sucking out the last bit of cum before he let the wet, limp cock dangle in front of him.

Owen pulled back, panting, gazing down at Mikey with wide eyes. His hand shook as it held the phone. His cock hung limply. Mikey leaned forward, licking the tip and sucking lightly to draw out the last of the cum. At last he got it, and his job was done.

Mikey stood up. He took his arm and ran his sleeve along his mouth, cleaning up the various fluids that had accumulated on his chin.

"T-thanks," said Owen as he put the phone away. Mikey wondered idly if he could steal the phone… but he knew it wouldn't work.

Mikey, standing there in his boxers and having just sucked the older boy, didn't know how it made him feel to be thanked. You thanked someone who did you a favor. Who did a job for you. What was Mikey now? What was he doing?

Mikey shrugged. He was trying to play it cool again. "Whatever," he said. "Do…" he couldn't hide the fear in his voice, "do you know what Jason has planned for me tonight?"

Owen had begun stuffing his slick cock back into his pants; he shook his head. "Sorry," he replied. He looked down at his shoes, embarrassed. "He doesn't tell me anything."

"I figured," shrugged Mikey, as he grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off his knees, wet from the bathroom floor. It fragmented annoyingly while he cleaned himself up. "Hey, could we do this somewhere else from now on?"

"Where?"

Mikey had largely finished cleaning himself off and he threw the paper into the toilet. "There's a storage room no one ever goes into across the hall. We can sneak in there instead of the bathroom."

"Uh, okay."

Mikey was pulling up his pants. "Thanks," he said. "I'm always worried someone's gonna come in here."

"Yeah," said Owen.

With his pants on, Mikey opened the bathroom door.

"Thanks again," said Owen meekly.

Mikey shrugged. "Hey, uh, wait a minute," said Owen.

"We've gotta get back to class," said Mikey.

Owen reached down and took some toilet paper off the roll. Bringing it up to Mikey's cheek, he wiped away spots of cum and precum. "All right," he said. "Go ahead."

Mikey nodded. With that, he walked out, off to homeroom. Off to try to have a normal day at school.

He'd be back in a few hours, of course.

* * *

Mikey was the first into the storage room at lunch break. The room was small and tight, filled with shelves of books. It had a bare tile floor. Mikey sighed, looking around the empty space. He leaned against a shelf of Harry Potter books, waiting for Owen to arrive. It didn't take long.

"Yeah," said Owen, as he shut the door behind him. "This is better."

"Some kids use this to make out," said Mikey, dropping his hand from the bookshelf and facing Owen uneasily. "I've, uh…" he blushed. "I've had guard duty before."

Owen nodded. He looked at Mikey standing there. "You r-really don't like this?" he asked sadly.

Mikey shook his head. "You do."

It wasn't really a question, but Owen answered anyway. "Yeah, I guess," he said. He shrugged. "I guess it's because of Jason, but I think you're hot. Like… I dunno." He blushed. "When I see you with your shirt off it just makes it so hot for me." His face suddenly elongated as his mouth dropped. "I mean… I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about you like that…"

Mikey tried to shrug, tried to look tough. "Yeah, whatever," he said, as he dropped to his knees. "Let's go. Lunch is gonna end soon."

Owen got out his phone to start taking another video, and he brought out his cock. Despite his embarrassment at what he'd said, despite his feelings for Mikey, he found himself overwhelmingly excited each time the younger boy sucked him. He spent all day at school distracted. He felt guilty about it, and he'd never ask directly… but he hoped Jason would involve him in whatever twisted thing he had planned each night. Owen shivered to think about what he was doing to Mikey, but he stepped forward, and Mikey, of course, opened his mouth.

Mikey closed his lips around the eager teenage cock. For the sixth time, he felt his mind shift at the taste of it. Even though he knew it was coming, it didn't matter; his mind was already focused on pleasing Owen above all else.

He had to make Owen happy. Make him cum. Make him the happiest boy in the school.

And so Mikey dropped the cock out of his mouth.

He remembered what Owen had just told him. Remembered how Owen had said that he liked seeing Mikey with his shirt off. If Owen liked it, then Mikey had to do it. It would make Owen happy. So he shimmied back and he pulled his shirt slowly over his head. As Owen looked on, his damp cock throbbing, his phone filming, Mikey slowly revealed his innie belly-button, his flat belly, and then his toned chest. At the end, Mikey's gold cross necklace hung on his bare skin.

Owen gasped as he looked down at the kneeling, shirtless boy.

Mikey smiled, because he knew Owen would like it if he smiled. And then, camera rolling, Mikey shimmied forward and wrapped his fingers around the teenager's cock. He pulled it forward and took the cock back into his mouth.

Owen gasped and leaned back against the shelving, his head lolling back against copies of "The Giver." He shoved his hips forward as new pleasure rolled through him and Mikey dutifully sucked.

* * *

By the end of school, Mikey's little cock was throbbing in his pants. He was desperate to cum. He'd sucked Owen twice but gotten no release himself, his own arousal just rising, and rising, and rising. It was all he could do not to just stroke himself in broad daylight.

In a way, he looked forward to summer just so that he could space out his two cums more evenly throughout the day, although that thought was so incongruous in his mind that he didn't dwell on it. Regardless, when school finally let out, he ran to the Ultimate field, arriving hot, sweaty, and willing to do almost anything to get that next cum.

* * *

Jason saw Mikey running up to him. He loved watching that athletic little boy jog up to him across the field. He loved watching his young muscles pumping in his calves, the way his chest heaved underneath his T-shirt. He must have run all the way from school. He was sweaty, his eyes needy.

"You ran over?" he asked.

"C'mon," the middle schooler said, panting. His hand went to his crotch and the 10^th grader smiled at his little sexboy. "I need to cum."

"You're very impatient," the teen said to him, smirking.

"C'mon," he repeated, grabbing Jason's hand and pulling him in the direction of their secret meeting place.

"All right," Jason said, a grin on his face. They walked together to the hidden clearing that had become their "private" place.

"So what do I have to do?" he asked when they arrived. "C'mon!" He was almost jumping up and down with his need.

"Strip."

Mikey looked at him sadly. It looked like he wanted to say no, but he nodded, and he started to remove his shirt, once again displaying his lean boy's body for me. "So what're you gonna do with those videos you made Owen take?"

"You'll see," Jason replied. "I can think of lots of possibilities."

Mikey sighed as he started to pull down his pants over his smooth thighs. "Yeah…" he said, agreeing reluctantly. "I bet you can."

"Online they really love that video you made, y'know."

Mikey shrugged. "Great," he said listlessly.

The pants reached his ankles, and he kicked them off. He stood before the teen, long, slender legs curving out from those green boxers, boyish muscles rippling underneath. Jason saw a small stain of precum adding to all the cum that had already built up. His hand automatically reached down to his erection, and he gave himself a stroke before remembering himself and moving it away. He blushed as he stood there in front of the high schooler. "These too?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jason replied. "Then come over here."

Mikey looked nervously around the clearing, but it was deep enough in a wooded section of the park. His eyes betrayed his worry as he took off the boxers, Jason's own beautiful, naked sex-boy. He was willingly doing all this now, his desperation to cum leading him on, his life of sex becoming steadily more normal to him.

Mikey crossed one leg over the other, almost protectively, but the teen thought it was more from nervousness; he made no real effort to cover himself up. His little cocklet was sticking out, rock-hard. Jason motioned to him and he walked up to his master, cocklet swinging back and forth freely. "Yeah?" he said.

"Lie down on the grass."

"What're we doing?" he asked, as he started to lie down.

"Spread your legs," Jason said, and in answer to the question, took out his pen.

"Oh, c'mon!" said Mikey, but he was already spreading them. "I'll do what you tell me to. You know I will!"

The 10^th grader knelt down by the 6^th grader's thighs, which were empty of marks. Elsewhere, on his belly, his back, his chest, his hand, the runes were partially washed off but not completely. Once they were gone Jason would be able to reuse the space. For now, he had to use those perfect thighs, which didn't give him quite as much real estate. They were nice, though.

Slowly, he drew the circle, wrapping it halfway around the smooth, trim leg. Mikey was squirming. "Stay still!" Jason snapped.

"It's not fair!" the child argued. "I'll do what you tell me! I promise!"

Jason reached out and grabbed the naked dicklet with his hand, giving it a couple of strokes. The boy's body shook in response, his hips humping forward. "You want to cum?" Jason said.

"Y-yeah," he gasped.

"Then stay still!" And with that, the twelve-year-old quieted as best as he could, letting the teenager place the marks that would deepen his control of his victim. He closed up the circle on the boy's pale skin and started to draw the runes. Mikey held as still as he could. Jason could feel his muscles, trained from years of running and sports, strong underneath white flesh. He filled in rune after rune. The pen pressed down on his skin, making it harder to draw straight lines, but Jason proceeded carefully and finally finished the runes.

"There we are," he said at last. "Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu." Jason felt the boy wiggle underneath him. He knew what came next. "Acum fach tot careh vrau!"

Immediately, his smooth, innocent face went blank. He stared at his abuser, open-mouthed, his mind ready for its commands. "Mikey," Jason said, "can you hear me?"

"Y-yes… sir…" he responded, his mind automatically showing deference.

"Good," Jason said. "And you're going to obey all my commands, right, Mikey?"

"Yes, sir," he answered. The naked boy squirmed slightly on the ground.

Gently, Jason ran his hand along the unmarked thigh, feeling its warmth and its smoothness. The boy shifted below him. He ran his hand up to the preteen's straining little cocklet and gave it a few shakes. The boy squirmed.

"Mikey," he said, "do you know what drew me to you?"

"No, sir," he answered softly.

"It's not just your smooth little body. You're a sexy, athletic little kid," he explained, "but that's not all. You've got spirit. You like joking around. You like showing off. Don't you, now?"

"Yeah, sir, I guess I do," the child answered as he lay back on the grass.

"You're a little performer."

"Yes, sir," he said.

"From now on, Mikey, you're going to be performing for a lot more people."

Even through the haze of his trance, Jason saw a twinge of fear go through the boy. As he lay there, naked on the grass, he looked up at his master with wide eyes. "Wh-what does that mean?"

"It means that if someone is attracted to you and they tell you to `be a performer,' that instinct is going to take over. You're going to be you but MORE. You're going to show off for them, make jokes and dance and strip and do whatever to make them as horny for you as possible. And you love it. You love making pedos horny for you."

Mikey lay there, looking up at him.

Jason continued, "When you're being a performer, you love to show off. You love it, you love love love it, if you can get someone hot for you. You're a little exhibitionist, showing off your smooth body, joking around, being you. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, sir," he said. Jason thought a shiver went through his naked body.

"Performer Mikey shows off and pleases people, just like when you score in Frisbee or tell a good joke. He loves nothing more than getting those fucking pedos drooling over him. In fact, it feels even better than when the whole class laughs at your joke, even better than when you score the winning point at Ultimate. Performer Mikey loves it when someone has a boner for him, it's the best feeling in the world, and the bigger, the better."

Jason smiled. "Do you understand what I'm telling you, Mikey?"

"Yes, sir," he replied. His legs shook a little bit.

"When you're Performer Mikey, you're like this until someone tells you `show's over.' Now, let…"

"P-please, sir," the tween started to say, looking up at the teenager who was ruining his life.

"Shhhh," Jason cut him off. "Let the command be done."

Mikey closed his eyes in anticipation. Jason didn't think he was even trying to fight it anymore. His naked body jerked on the grass as his mind rewrote itself to fulfill Jason's twisted desires. He groaned softly. His thigh flared up, heat flowing through it as the runes drew in power and established their dominance over his mind. "Uhhhhhhh…" he let out as his eyes shot wide open and then settled into his normal gaze. The heat in his thigh lessened. The command was in-place.

"Yes, sir," he groaned softly. There was only the tiniest amount of space left in the runes, it had taken up almost the full area of his thigh.

"Mmmmm," Jason said, squatting down next to him. "We've got space for another command for you. I wonder what it should be."

"P-please, sir," he suggested softly. "Maybe it's enough."

Jason reached down, running a finger along the bare chest. "No," he said, "I don't think so. Let's give my brother a new way to have fun with you. That should be good."

His obedient little Mikey stared back at him, waiting.

"Your other command is that whenever someone else touches your nipples, it feels great. It gets you powerfully aroused and horny, but it just feels so good you keep wanting more of it. It's almost more than you can stand, it feels so good. The harder they press, the better it feels; when they pinch them, you're just in little Mikey heaven. You understand?"

"Y-yes, sir," the boy confirmed.

"Good." Jason smiled to think of Mikey writhing in uncontrollable pleasure. Hopefully Owen would be pleased at his new power. "Let the command be done."

As this embedded itself into Mikey's psyche, it was a little bit less dramatic. He shook and his eyelids closed for a moment, then opened. His thigh flared up then cooled. He sighed. The command was in, and the runes were essentially full.

"Now, Mikey," Jason said, "wake up."

Mikey groaned and rolled over. "Ugh," he said.

"Are you going to make me be a performer now?" Mikey managed to mumble.

The teen smiled. "Nah," he replied. "That can wait for tonight. For now, we can get right down to business."

When their orgasms were done, Mikey dressed, starting, of course, with those cum-crusted green boxers that had received fresh liquid goop during their activity. Jason watched them go up the child's smooth thighs. It was a sight he never, ever got tired of, and he couldn't resist reaching down and giving the deflated little cocklet a massage right through them. Mikey groaned. That should be a nice start to the kid's buildup to horniness, the cruel teen thought.

Once he had his clothes back on, they jogged back to the game, and made it before the game had even started.

* * *

When the teams were picked, Mikey was on the opposite team from Jason. Previously he would have been disappointed not to be on the same side as his hero. Now that had changed, and he lined up to mark his nemesis. Jason heard someone ask the boy if he was sure he wanted to cover such a tall mark.

"I'm sure," he replied. "He's mine."

The game started. Mikey was intense. He guarded his ex hero closely, his smooth arms wide to block any shot of the Frisbee. You'd think that since he was smaller he wouldn't be an effective guard, but he was so fast. Twice he knocked the disc out of the air just after Jason tried to lob it. He grinned at the high schooler. "I've still got it where it counts," he said.

"You have it in lots of places," Jason whispered back.

The game went on. Mikey was sweaty, hot, and fighting. And quite simply, Jason was horny and distracted from watching the middle schooler racing across the field, always in his face. He could barely look at the boy without seeing those cummy green boxers he knew were underneath those shorts. Nor think of the bouncing little cocklet he had got to know so well in the last few days, the one with constantly building arousal, the one that would perk up when he grabbed it. He wasn't at his best, and Mikey took advantage of it.

"You're going down, Jason," he said one time he was guarding the teen.

"Maybe," Jason said, giving just as hard as he got, "but I know who'll be on his back later."

Mikey actually smiled back. Jason ran for the disc, but the boy was right there with him, again.

In the end, Mikey's team won. By a point. He didn't score it, but he pulled Jason away when the teen was guarding him, letting one of the other players slip through to get the pass. He grinned at Jason, sweat dripping down his forehead, his shirt covered in it.

"Yeah!" he said.

"Dude," said Brad, one of Jason's teammates, "that kid shut you down."

The teen shrugged. "I guess," he said. "He had a lot of energy today."

Brad smiled. "Beaten by a twelve-year-old."

"Hey man," Jason said, smiling, "there'll be a rematch."

When everyone was going around, high-fiving and saying "good game," Jason whispered to Mikey: "Guess who's wearing his sweaty boxers another day?" The kid grinned back at him. It didn't even register on him.

Chapter 6
The First Performance

"11:30 my place"

That was the text Mikey got. He knew what it meant, of course. So at 11 he snuck out of his house, and he biked over to Jason's.

Owen opened the door again. "Hey," said Owen, quietly. The fourteen-year-old looked down shyly at his feet.

"Hi," said Mikey.

"C'mon in, I guess," said Owen. "I mean, of course. Yeah." He shrugged. He opened the door wider, and Mikey stepped in to the house he was getting to know so well.

"D'you know what he has planned?" asked Mikey as he stepped inside.

"N-no," said Owen. "Sorry." He looked down at Mikey's pants, tented by Mikey's long-running erection. Owen felt his own start to stir at the sight.

"God," said Mikey, "this is insane."

"Y-yeah," said Owen, still looking at the other boy's crotch.

Mikey shrugged. "Let's go," he said.

The two boys went upstairs.

* * *

Jason watched as Mikey hesitantly entered his room. The boy stood just inside the door, fingers nervously intertwined, toes digging into the floor. Owen followed closely behind.

"Hey there," Jason said.

"Uh, hi," muttered Mikey. Owen just shrugged.

"Hold up your shirt, Mikey," Jason instructed him.

Mikey shivered slightly, but he complied, raising his shirt. Jason saw his smooth belly tantalizingly swelling and shrinking with each breath, and his little innie belly button. But he also saw what he feared: criss-crossing faded black lines from runes which he knew would wreck the image.

"Right," Jason said, "you need to wash that off if we're gonna film you." He walked over to Mikey and stood next to him, looking the boy up and down. He stood about a foot taller than the small boy. Reaching out, he grabbed the smooth hairless cheek in his fingers. "I want you to look perfect," he said. "Just as beautiful as you are."

For a moment he ran his thumb along the cheek. Finally, he spoke. "Go take a shower. Owen, go with him. Rub him down until you're sure every last mark is off him."

Mikey looked at the older brother, then he looked at Owen. "I…" he said, "I can do it on my own."

"I want to make sure," was the reply. "Besides, I don't think Owen will complain. Now c'mon, go. If you want to cum, that is."

Mikey looked down at the ground, then, softly, he nodded. "I'll show you where it is," said Owen. He tried to keep his voice soft, but Jason could hear his brother's excitement.

* * *

As Mikey got to the bathroom, he could feel his heart beating. He'd been made to suck Owen's cock twice a day, plus do all kinds of stuff for Jason. But he felt like he was about to expose himself to Owen in a new way… more than just being naked for him. Somehow, showering was more personal. It was a private part of his life.

So for a moment, he just stood there, not moving.

"We, uh," Owen started to say. He wanted to tell Mikey that he had to get naked, but he felt wrong doing so. "We should probably… get started…"

"I can really do it on my own," said Mikey.

"My b-brother told me to h-help," said Owen. "I don't want to get him mad."

Mikey shrugged. He knew Owen had seen this all before. He knew it. Still, as he started to remove his shirt, he couldn't help but notice his hands were trembling.

Owen watched intently. Then he realized it was awkward, so he looked away. Then he felt awkward doing THAT, so he decided he should do something too. It occurred to him that if he was going to scrub Mikey down while they showered, he should also take off his clothes. So he started to remove his shirt, but then he thought that it felt like what you did before sex, and strangely intimate in that little bathroom. Finally he decided there was really no way to not be awkward right now, so he just kept undressing, stealing glances at his younger crush whenever he could.

This was really, really weird.

Mikey had faced away from Owen. The teen got a quick glance at the other boy, and he saw that Mikey was starting to pull down his pants. He couldn't get enough of looking at those smooth legs. Quickly, Owen turned away, lowering his own pants as well. He was painfully aware of Mikey's hot body a mere foot away. It was as if he could feel the heat radiating out from it. Soon they were going to be naked together…

Owen pulled up one slender leg and then the other out of his pants, dropping them to the side. Mikey, who was turned away, heard them fall to the ground, and he knew what that meant. He reached his thumbs under the elastic of those green boxers, and started to push them down.

For Owen, it was impossible to turn away in that moment. He stared while Mikey's supple ass was revealed to him. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about what he'd do to it if he got the chance. It was completely wrong, but he wanted it. He needed it…

He reached down, and his own boxers fell to the ground. Owen was naked. He felt the cool air against his bare skin. He'd pulled down his pants for Mikey before, several times, so the boy could suck him. But now he was completely naked. And so was Mikey.

The other boy was turned away from Owen, and Owen took in the view of his slender body. Again his eyes focused on that butt, big and inviting. Still Mikey didn't turn to him. The boy's shoulders were hunched inward, protective.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine!" said Mikey, a bit too quickly. He seemed to steady himself and straighten his shoulders. "C'mon," he said, after a moment.

He still hadn't turned towards Owen, but he stepped forward into the tub. Owen, aware of his own nakedness, walked forward. He could feel his dangling cock and balls, exposed to the world, as he stepped forward into the tub, and then he closed the shower curtain behind him.

He was naked. In the tub. With Mikey.

Owen's cock was out like a rod. Mikey's was too, but Owen knew that was because Mikey had to cum so badly. It was probably all he could think about.

"This is so weird," said Mikey.

"Yeah," said Owen. He wanted to reach out. To put his hand on Mikey's shoulder, to comfort him, to say it would all be OK.

He didn't.

Mikey reached forward, his hand gripping the knob, and he turned it. Water started to flow out into the tub. Mikey reached forward with his foot to test the temperature.

"Th-that's about right," said Owen, seeing where the knob was. "That's where I usually have it when I shower."

Mikey reached out and lifted the button. A moment later, water shot out, hitting the two naked boys. They both inhaled softly at the impact.

Still facing away from Owen, Mikey started to run his hands along his belly and chest, starting to try to remove the ink of the runes. Owen restrained a moan as he thought about the boy's hands sliding over his smooth, wet skin. "Can you hand me the soap, please?" he asked.

It was the please that broke Owen's heart, but he didn't say anything. He turned around, grabbed a bar of soap from behind him, and handed it to Mikey. Mikey never turned around; he just started to soap up the parts that had runes on them.

"C-can I have the soap for a minute?" asked Owen.

Mikey handed it back, and Owen lathered up his hands. Then he reached out, placing them on Mikey's back and started to rub it in to try to remove the runes. Mikey gasped softly at the touch, tensing his shoulders; a moment later he relaxed them and just let it happen.

"You can't… you can't do your back yourself anyway," said Owen.

"Yeah," replied Mikey.

Warm water poured down on the two naked boys. Owen loved the feel of Mikey's soft skin. It was supple, giving way gently to the touch of his fingers. He thought that he could stay like this forever, just gently caressing Mikey's back. His hands ran along it, feeling the little indents of the spine, the climb of the shoulder blades, the way the back curved in near Mikey's waist. Slowly his hands worked their way down. Eventually, he let a hand run its way over Mikey's butt.

"Not there," said Mikey.

Owen nodded. He continued lathering up Mikey's back. He'd be happy with what he got.

"Y-your back's not getting wet enough," he finally said. "Can you, uh, turn to the side?"

Mikey turned back, looking Owen in the eyes. Then he nodded. Owen couldn't resist looking down then, to see Mikey's cock.

It was erect, of course. Throbbing with fierce energy. Owen fantasized for a moment that it was because of his caress, but he knew that Mikey needed to cum twice a day and he'd only managed one so far. It wasn't because of him.

The preteen cock reached three inches [8 cm] long, hairless, with a ballsack that was just starting to drop and dangle more from Mikey's crotch. Owen wanted desperately to hold those balls. To massage them. To lick them. He knew he couldn't.

Instead, he started to run his hands over Mikey's back, letting the water finally wash off more of the ink. For a minute, he worked like that on Mikey's back.

"You missed a bit over here," here said, indicating the right side of Mikey's belly. He reached out with his soapy hands, sliding them along the other boy's stomach. Up and down. Up and down.

His hands were so close to that cock. So close… why would Jason have sent him here if not to touch that cock? But he knew he shouldn't. Mikey wouldn't like it.

"You have runes on you," said Mikey, at some point. He was right, of course. Owen had runes covering his own belly and along his left thigh. Those were only the most recent; older runes had long since washed off.

"Y-yeah," said Owen.

Mikey didn't say anything more, so Owen kept working on getting the ink off of his stomach. Eventually he felt it was clean enough. "I'm going to do your thigh," he said.

"Um," said Mikey, "all right." He sighed. "Man," he said, "no one in school has any idea."

"N-nope," said Owen, kneeling down. Water splashed in his face and he had to turn it to the side while he started to run the bar of soap along Mikey's abundant thighs. He caressed the one with the runes, slowly removing the ink, leaving no trace of what was done.

And then he looked up. There was the erect cock. It swung back and forth from Mikey's crotch, a cloud of water droplets surrounding it where the shower water impacted against the boy's skin.

Owen reached up, and he grabbed it.

"Don't," said Mikey softly.

But Owen couldn't help himself. It was so hard, and so nice to hold. Slowly, he started to rub it back and forth. "Oooooh," moaned Mikey.

Owen took that as encouragement. With the warm shower water raining down on them, he ran his thumb along the base, running it along the length of the throbbing, needy dick.

"Oooooooh…" moaned Mikey again. His knees shook. "C'mon… don't… I need… I need to cum…"

"J-just a little… a little…" said Owen.

"P-please."

"Let me."

His hand squeezed and Mikey cried out, his hips humping gently forward. "C'mon," whimpered the younger boy.

"You… you l-like it."

"Ahhhhhh," moaned Mikey. He reached out a hand to the front of the shower, steadying himself. "I'm soooo horny," he gasped.

"Yeah," said Owen, "yeah."

"Mmmmm…"

"It feels good."

With sudden strength, Mikey turned himself away from Owen, showing his back to the older boy again. "Please stop," he said, softly.

Owen knelt there, his hand still out, as he now stared into Mikey's ass. His mouth was open, and he felt warm shower water accumulating there. He turned away so he could breathe.

"I'm… I'm sorry," he said at last.

Mikey looked over his shoulder down at Owen. "You really can't help it," he said.

Owen nodded. "Those runes wore off a long time ago," he answered, "but their effect never does."

"Am I clean?" asked Mikey.

"Let me see," answered Owen. "Please."

Mikey turned himself around. Owen tried not to focus on the beauty of the body that was spinning in front of him, but he couldn't entirely help himself. "On your right nipple," he finally said.

"Thanks," said Mikey, reaching up to rub the ink off. Eventually it was clean.

"I, er, think you're good," said Owen.

"Ok," said Mikey.

"I'm sorry."

Mikey shut off the water, then turned and looked at Owen. Owen tried not to pay attention to the dripping boy, especially some of the… more interesting body parts that water was dripping off of. He tried to just look Mikey in the face.

"It's not your fault," said the boy. "I think."

Owen nodded. Before he could stop himself, he looked Mikey's naked body up and down. Then he shook his head and came to his senses. "I should've gotten us towels before stepping in," he said. "Let me get you one." Dripping all over the bathroom floor, he stepped out to find a towel.

Eventually Owen had it, and the two boys toweled themselves off, dressed again, and left the bathroom. When he'd undressed, Mikey had put his gold cross in his shorts pocket. He thought he knew what was going to happen… and he left it there, so it wouldn't end up on camera.

* * *

Jason came over to the boys when they got back. "So Mikey," he said as he stood over the boy, hair still damp from the shower, "you ready for the spotlight?"

Mikey bit his lip. "I'm clean," he finally said.

"Owen checked you out?" he asked.

The two boys looked at each other for a moment, then turned back. Jason couldn't quite tell what passed between them. "Y-yeah," said Owen.

The older brother nodded. "Then we're ready."

"Couldn't we just… do something else?" Mikey asked. "I really don't want to… did people say things about me?"

"Oh yeah," Jason said. He started to circle around the boy as he talked. "They really loved the look of you." He placed his hand on Mikey's shoulder, letting his fingers slide around the preteen's neck as he kept circling. "They talked about your smooth boy-thighs, and those muscles on your calves, and your nice nipples." Mikey shivered underneath the touch. "And you know what they really loved? They really loved your dick."

Mikey bit his lower lip, looking at Jason with wide eyes. "Please don't put me up there anymore," he said. "I don't want them to see me."

"Y-yeah," said Owen. "Don't make him do that anymore."

Jason glared at his little brother, who backed down immediately and took a step back. "Owen," the older brother said simply, "you can go if you want to. You can stay if you want to watch. Your choice."

Owen looked at Mikey, then he looked back at his brother, then down at the ground. He shrugged. Jason saw the fourteen-year-old cock twitch in its pants and he smiled. He knew Owen was staying.

"That's what I thought," he said. "And you," he turned to Mikey, reaching down and grabbing his dick through his pants, "you're gonna stay too, aren't you?"

Mikey moaned as that hand massaged his throbbing dick. He knew he needed another cum before bed, and his body desperately desired it. It was already past midnight. His hips twisted at the touch. "Y-yeah," he said, blushing and looking down.

"Yeah," Jason said, "but don't worry, Mikey." he continued to pull at the child's throbbing, needy dick, and a moan escaped Mikey's lips. He bucked forward into the teen's touch. "You're going to enjoy this. You know why?"

"W-why?" Mikey gasped, as he continued to hump into the pleasurable sensation.

"Because," Jason answered, "you're going to be a performer."

* * *

"Uhhhhh… noooooooo," Mikey gasped. He could feel it as things shifted in his mind. The boy closed his eyes, not sure if he was trying to fight it or just bear it as unbidden thoughts came to him. When he opened his eyes and looked at Jason, he could see Jason's boner pushing out his pants. A dim smile came to his face. He was proud to have given Jason that boner. He looked at Owen. Owen had a boner too. Mikey's smile deepened. They were both excited by him.

The boy shuddered. These weren't his real thoughts, and he knew that. But he couldn't push them out. He just loved seeing the older teens turned on by him. It was thrilling to know he had that effect on people. He tried not to be proud of it… but it didn't help. He wanted more attention. He twisted his hips a little bit, and he saw those pedophile cocks jerk in response. A rush of endorphins flowed through his body.

"You like what you see?" he asked before he even understood what he was saying.

"Hell yes," said Jason.

Mikey was out of his own control. He was disgusted by himself.

He held out his hands broadly in a sign of triumph and faced up to the sky, just like he would when he'd score a goal in Frisbee. "I am the god of pedophiles!" he announced with a smirk.

Owen squeaked. "You're gonna be, all right," said Jason.

Mikey smiled. With a lewd thrust of his hips, he pushed his pelvis forward.

"You want to get some pedos hard for you?" said Jason with a smirk.

No, thought Mikey. "Oh yeah. You know I do," he replied out loud.

"C'mon over here," said Jason, taking the boy's hand. Mikey didn't resist at all, he just walked over to the center of the room. Jason turned on the camera to start recording, and the boy even grinned a little bit. He fought it, he suppressed the grin for just a moment… and then he changed his mind and immediately started to grin again.

_Fuck,_ thought Mikey. _I want them to want me so much!_

"Do you like thinking of all those pedos getting off on what you're doing right now?"

Mikey looked at the older teen. He bit his lip. "Y-yeah," he finally said. He rubbed his cock a little. It was so hard.

"Yeah," Jason replied. "That's what you get off on now, you little slut." Mikey winced at the word, but it didn't stop him from waving his erection around at the camera as it started recording. "Now give your viewers a nice introduction that'll make them good and horny for you."

Mikey thought about what successful TV hosts looked like. He wanted to project confidence, to just be himself… whatever that meant now. To be his pedophile-attracting self. The twelve-year-old 'star"' looked straight at the camera, and he smiled, the desire to put on a good show overwhelming everything else. His eyes sparkled on his wide face. He should have a title for the show… what should he call it? A pun of some kind? He'd searched for his name online a while ago, and there was this old commercial…

"Hi there, pedophiles!" he announced loudly, taking a dramatic step towards the camera. "This is Mikey Likes It, where you can see just how much I like all the perverted stuff you make me do!" He twisted his hips again, his whole athletic body turning with the motion.

God, there was no going back now.

Jason's mouth had dropped open at Mikey's confident welcome, the camera shaking in the smitten teen's hands. Mikey smiled wider when he saw the effect he was having. "I'm Mikey, your host, love interest, and sex object," he continued, his inner mind recoiling at the words he was saying, knowing how much they'd turn people on, "all rolled up into one cute preteen package." He pulled up his shirt just a little bit, revealing some of his belly. He was doing a damned good job, and pride swelled his ego, knowing what an incredible host he was for this video. His mind was racing, thinking of new things to say, just like when he'd emcee'd the talent show at his church youth group. (God, please…) "Stay tuned," he went on improvising, "for the hottest show you've ever seen!"

"Holy fuck," muttered Jason. This was way beyond anything he'd expected with the "performer" command. Owen was jerking himself off shamelessly, not even trying to hide it. Jason continued, "W-why don't you read what you're going to do for us today?" In his mind, Jason couldn't believe Mikey's showmanship. The kid was incredible.

Mikey nodded and held out his hand. Jason handed him a piece of paper. "I wonder," said Mikey, holding the paper between two fingers and almost fondling it, "what you perverts want me to do."

"I picked a tamer one," he said, "for you to start with."

Mikey nodded gratefully, but then the performer in him took over. "Awwwwww," he cooed, knowing it would get the audience more excited.

He held the piece of paper delicately in front of him. His heart was racing. He knew that whatever was written there, whatever some random pervert had written online, he would have to do. And he'd do it in a way that he calculated would arouse them. He'd put himself on display. He'd use his body however he could to turn them on.

He'd be so damn good at it. The best. They'd love him. He'd get them going like they'd never been going before. No one could do it like him!

Fuck.

None of his thoughts showed through except for his satisfied smile. He shifted the paper from one hand to the other. "And the Oscar goes to," he announced, and opened up the paper, "GimmeMikey!" He clapped his hands and whooped.

"Aww," he continued, "look at that. GimmeMikey made a username just for me. I'm touched," he said, holding his hands up to his heart. "GimmeMikey," he said, stepping forward, spreading his arms wide, and thrusting his chest forward, "You've got me!"

Mikey hadn't read what the sheet said. He dreaded it. He'd stalled as long as he could. He felt his heartbeat slamming in his chest. "You know," he said, his voice quavering slightly with fear, "if this isn't good, a lot of people are going to be upset with you," he said.

Holding the paper out again, he finally read it. "GimmeMikey says, `strip, jack off, and eat your cum please!'"

So there it was. Mikey was going to get naked on camera and show himself off sexually. How many people were going to see this video with him naked and jerking off on it? How long would it float around the internet, with people jerking off to him? Or maybe his next video would beat it…

But he'd be able to make this so good. He'd be so hot jerking off for them. He thought of the gallons of cum that thousands of pedos would spew out watching him. His pursed lips spread into a smile. "All right!" he said. "Easy-peasy! If you all can take the heat, that is," he said, letting loose a mischievous smirk at the camera.

"Take it slow," suggested Jason. "Let them really see you get unwrapped."

"Like a present?" he joked coyly at the camera. "I'm their special boy present."

"That's right."

Mikey didn't stop himself from blushing furiously. He figured that his audience would love it, and even underneath his programming his embarrassment and fear had risen to stratospheric levels. Still, he reached down sensuously, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, and he pulled up, revealing his smooth belly to the camera. His cheeks were on fire. Slowly sashaying his hips from side to side, he turned around, letting them see the bit of his revealed side and back. "You wanna see more?" he asked the camera. "You wanna see more?"

"I should charge for this," he said. He raised his shirt up further, showing more and more of his torso, up to his abs, up to his ribcage.

"Yeah," he said to the camera, grinning, "you like that, huh? All you perverts at home, looking at some innocent twelve-year-old boy stripping naked for you? I bet you do!" He turned left and right, letting his supple skin ripple on his body as he held up his shirt. "Leave me some comments telling me how much you like my stomach, pervs! My smooth skin?" Holding his shirt with just one hand, he reached down with the other, sumptuously running it in a circle on the bare flesh. "It's so soft. I bet you want to feel it, don't you? But all you get is this video…" He reached his hand up, using his finger to trace the fake path of a tear down his cheek. Then, finally, he pulled his shirt up and over, exposing his smooth chest and armpits.

Supple skin slid over boyish muscles as he raised his arms up to get the shirt off, then lowered them to hold it at his side. He held it by his thumb and forefinger, right next to where he stood with a naked torso. He could feel the cool air against his bare skin where goosebumps were popping up; the blush in his cheeks had intensified to supernova level. Gently, he lifted the shirt up slightly, and then spread his fingers and let it fall to the ground. He smiled that electric smile again. He could feel the energy pulsing through him. This would be 'so hot' to them. Owen had completely melted into a masturbating little blob, watching him with wide eyes.

"Ready for more?" asked Mikey, still smiling at the camera. He was breathing fast. He knew what more meant at this point. "C'mon. How many of you have cum already?" He reached down, making a V with his thumb and forefinger outlining his cock. "Can you see how hard I am down here?"

Jason's cock was tearing at his boxers. He couldn't help himself, and he reached down to stroke it. With a motion of his hand, he called to his brother, and Owen came over as well. Owen was rock hard and stroking himself with abandon, although Jason knew the boy would never be able to cum. Not unless Mikey was pleasuring him, and that wasn't in the cards for tonight. It was going to be a horny, maybe sleepless night for Owen.

After Jason called Owen over, Mikey could see them both. He could see just how hard they both were. Just how much he was turning them on. He blushed.

"Mmmmmm," said Mikey, lewdly. He sat down on the floor, holding his legs out, and spreading them towards the camera. His boner made a huge tent between his spread thighs, and he reached down, grabbing it through his athletic shorts, and gave it a couple of squeezes. He was getting carried away, he knew it, but he couldn't stop himself.

Bending forward, he reached out and grabbed his socks. At least he could delay fully exposing himself. Slowly, he removed one sock and then the other. Jason zoomed in; Mikey's freshly-washed feet stuck out in front of him, and he wiggled his toes, a little wave towards the camera. He stood up.

Jason panned up to capture the new camera-whore-boy again. The kid was reaching for his waist. He pulled the elastic out a little, then stopped. "I dunno," he said teasingly. "You think they're gonna like me?" Mikey couldn't even tell any more. Was he stalling for himself, or was he doing it purely for the effect? He pulled the elastic forward, reaching down into his shorts. "You think they want to see this?"

"Fuck yeah," gasped Jason, softly. Mikey smiled. He pulled down the waistband of the shorts, just a little, revealing the green of his sweat-stained, cum-stained boxers underneath. He wiggled his hips. Then, he reached in again, grabbed his erect cock through his boxers and stroked it a few times there on camera. The fabric bent around the boy's erection as he twisted it back and forth.

"Ooooh," he moaned, and it was clear that he was surprised at his real, sexual moan on camera. "Oh fuck," he said again.

As Mikey prepared to expose himself further, he got a new idea. He turned around, back to the camera, and he bent over as he lowered his shorts. His ass hung in the air. More and more ideas kept flowing into his mind for how to get his viewers excited for him, and he waved his boxer-covered ass at the camera as he finished lowering his shorts down his smooth legs. Once they were at his ankles, he shook his ass a few more times, then stepped out of the shorts.

"Guess GimmeMikey didn't ask for you to really see this in action," he said, still bent over. "His mistake."

Mikey turned back around. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was terrified at what he was saying and doing. But he kept getting new ideas, and when he got a good idea, he had to use it. Now he held up his hand to his belly, and he started to rub it in a big circle, over his stomach, his ribs, his nipples. While he did so, he started to swing his torso back and forth. "Oooooh," he said, "oh yeahhhh… I bet you want me so bad, don't you, you pervs? You want this little boy? You want to see more of him?"

Mikey reached down, grabbing his erection again even as he kept running the other hand in a circle, and stroking himself again. He moaned, humping his hips forward. Jason zoomed in, capturing the boy's hips moving to and from the camera, capturing the slide of his skin as his hand ran over it.

"Fuck, you're a natural," said Jason. He knew that would come out on camera, but he couldn't help himself. His cock was as stiff as he'd ever felt it.

Mikey smiled. "You bet I am." He smirked at the camera. "You wanna feel it, don't you?" he asked, still stroking himself. "Don't you, you sick fucks? Uhhhhhhh…" He was lost in the feeling of his own self-pleasuring, his whole body swaying back and forth.

"C'mon, Mikey," said Jason. "Show 'em the good stuff."

"You just can't resist, can you?" the 6^th grader said, smirking back at Jason/the camera. He pulled his hand out from under his boxers, sniffed it obviously, and then licked it. "God," he said, "I can't believe I just did that." Jason knew he meant it.

Then he reached down. He grabbed the elastic of his boxers. And he moved them down one inch [2.5 cm].

His cocklet was there, pressed underneath the elastic. Just the base, smooth and white. "Yeah," he said. "First look."

Down another inch [2.5 cm]. Over half of his boy-cocklet was exposed now, erect and throbbing, desperate for its nightly release.

Mikey swallowed. He was about to bare himself completely. God, they'd be so hot for him! He got excited at the very idea, and with another pull, the boxers fell down. Mikey stepped forward towards the camera. He was now completely naked. "Moment you've all been waiting for?" he asked, as he raised his arms out and turned his body in a slow circle. In profile, his throbbing cock aimed right out from his body.

He was completely exposed for all of the watching pedophiles. His immature cock and balls dangled from his body, and he knew that they were being watched by thousands of people. That from now on, for the rest of his life, any of those people and more could pull up the video and look at him now, look at him exposed in front of them. He'd never know, and he'd never have control over it; people all over the world could watch him, would watch him. There was nothing he could ever do.

He gulped.

He had to give them a good show.

As he turned around to face the camera again, he reached down to stroke his bare cock. "Yeah, GimmeMikey," he said. "Yeah. You want this? This what you want?" He waggled his throbbing preteen member at the camera.

"Mikey," said Jason, "sit down, facing me, with your legs spread out. Let's make GimmeMikey even happier, huh?"

Mikey nodded. "All right, boss!" He sat his naked body down on the floor, discarded boxers next to him, and he spread his legs. Jason zoomed in, focusing on the bared, exposed, erect cocklet. It was stiff and throbbing, and his tiny balls danged down below. And then, as Jason was zoomed in on his best parts, he reached down again and started to stroke, moaning loudly. His bare body was desperate for release; his breathing was fast and his body swayed with its need. He knew he was showing the world that need, showing it how he would jack himself off, naked in front of them… and he didn't care, and he even felt proud of it.

He thought he was as humiliated as he was going to get.

That was when Jason walked to his computer and turned on the monitor. Suddenly, playing in front of Mikey was the video Owen had taken, the video of him sucking off the teen in the school bathroom. The bathroom sucking would play, and then the storage room sucking, and then again, on loop, over and over again while Mikey looked right at them and masturbated on camera.

"Ohhhhhh… fuuuuuuuck," said the boy, his mind an overwhelmed haze of need, and embarrassment, and desire to show off. Still he jerked himself off as he watched himself on the screen, his legs spread and exposed. Jason started to circle around, capturing every angle of the twelve-year-old's smooth body as he tugged on his dicklet. When Jason was behind him, the video playing on the computer came into focus. "Hey Mikey," he said, "when'd you do that stuff?"

"Today," moaned the boy, his body starting to flex as waves of pleasure flowed through it. He paused a second through his gasp. Damn it, he'd gotten another idea. "I… uhhhh… sucked your little brother off in the middle school bathroom. That's hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah," agreed Jason. "And now you get to see what a good job you did while you jack off for everyone. Isn't that hot?"

"I bet they like it," said Mikey.

"Yeah, and they'll get to see you suck dick up close soon."

Mikey didn't respond. He just sat there, legs spread on the floor, pulling on his dick. He was moaning and gasping now, desperate for a release he couldn't have, his whole body on display for the viewers while he pleasured himself obscenely.

"You like it… GimmeMikey?" he gasped.

Jason handed the phone to Owen, whose eyes were wide. The adolescent filmed with one hand, while with his other he stroked the cock that could not cum.

Meanwhile, Jason took off his boxers and started to stroke himself as he watched Mikey sitting on the floor and imagined what everyone online was seeing. Mikey was sweating, blushing. He wasn't talking anymore. He was just swaying with the sensations, the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and need. He was still blushing, still embarrassed, but those thoughts had been completely pushed out of his conscious mind.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh…" he finally moaned. "I really want to cum…"

"Soon, Mikey, soon," replied Jason. The video continued to play in the background while Owen, Mikey, and Jason stroked in unison. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room.

Mikey was rocking back and forth, humping his hips in the air, his ass slapping on the ground each time he pumped upwards to get more of the feeling.

"Get ready… pedos…" he gasped.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Jason moaned, as his own cock was nearing the edge. "You ready, Mikey?"

"Yess…" he gasped. "Please…"

With that, Jason felt the heat flow through him and the energy flew out of his cock. Cum spewed out onto the floor, burst after burst of it, some hitting the madly jerking little boy. A moment later, with his trigger off, Mikey finally came, that much-needed second cum of the day, as his preteen sperm flowed out onto the ground.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" cried Mikey as he finally had his release. His whole body twisted, his toes clenches, his fingers gripped his cock firmly as he stroked. "OHHHH FUUUUCK!"

Mikey's body swayed and swayed as his cock pumped into the air. Sweat rolled down his face and chest, and cum splattered on his belly and on the ground. He gasped as he finally felt that release that he'd been desperate for for so long. As the energy of the orgasm finally faded from the boy, Jason saw his deep red blush. But he was still on camera. He was still a performer. And he still had one more task to do.

"Jeez, GimmeMikey," he said with a wide smile, "you're disgusting." He reached a finger to his belly, pooling up the cum and licking it clean. And then he got on all fours and he started to lick up his cum off the ground. Just like GimmeMikey had requested.

Jason grabbed the camera back from Owen, zooming in on Mikey's tongue as it wiped on the ground, licking up the cum. He made sure to show the still-playing videos of Mikey sucking cock from earlier in the day in the background. Mikey licked, licked, licked until all the cum, including Jason's, was cleaned up and in his belly.

Finally, he fell over, lying on his back on the floor, arms and feet splayed out, the boxers right next to him. "Oh God," he said.

"What do you have to say to your viewers?" asked Jason.

"Uhhh…" he said. Then he smiled. "Mikey liked it! So be sure to tune in next time." He shook his limp dick at the camera. "Or you'll miss out on all the fun."

With that, Jason turned off the recording on the boy as he lay there. "Show's over, Mikey," he said, as he started to pack up the camera.

For a moment, Mikey just lay there.

"Oh my God," he moaned, as he lay there naked, wet saliva drying on his skin. He'd known what he was doing, but… everything… everything he'd just done would go online. Anyone could see it. Forever. "What did…"

"What did you just do?" Jason asked. "I dunno, but you can go online to see it." He took the camera to his computer and started downloading it to the laptop, so he could share it with everyone.

"C-can I go now?" asked Mikey.

Jason grinned. "Almost. Lick my cock clean first."

"But…"

"Mikey," said the teen, "now."

Mikey thought about resisting; he really did. But it was late, and he wanted to leave, and he knew he'd end up doing it anyway. So he crawled over, knelt, and began licking. It felt like it took an eternity.

"Now can I go?" he asked when he was finally done.

"Yeah," confirmed Jason, still grinning. "You need your beauty rest for tomorrow's scene!"

Mikey sighed. He had pulled himself up to his feet and started to gather his clothes.

"And to beat you at Ultimate," he said, trying for a last bit of respect.

Jason laughed. "We'll see about that, kid."

* * *

Owen went to show Mikey out. "S-shit, Mikey, I'm sorry," he said. His erection was still painfully obvious in his shorts.

Mikey looked at him. "I can't believe I did that," he said. He was blushing furiously at the mere idea. What if someone he knew saw it?

Owen put a hand on his shoulder. "It's all right," he said. "He just made you…"

"Yeah," said Mikey, pushing the hand off. "But I liked it," he said, his face twisting up and near tears. "I actually liked it."

"D-did he make you like it?"

"Yeah, but… I still liked it, y'know? That was my thing. I liked it the whole time. I knew people would be into me and I liked it."

"It's all right," said Owen.

Mikey shrugged. He started to put on his shoes.

"B-before you go…" said Owen, "you wouldn't be, um, be willing to…" He pointed to his erection. "Please?"

Mikey's face dropped. He looked at the young teen. "Sorry, Owen," he said. "I know Jason's doing this to you just like to me, but… I'm only going to do it when I have to."

"Yeah," said Owen, looking down at the ground. "Sorry, yeah. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," said Mikey, as he headed out the door.

Owen headed up to go to bed. He'd jack off for a little while, just to have the feeling, even if he couldn't cum. He couldn't help himself. Maybe he'd be able to convince Mikey to meet up even earlier tomorrow morning…

Part 3: Mikey Has a Long Friday

Chapter 7
Meet Pedro

Mikey slept fitfully that night. He had trouble falling asleep, and when he did sleep he tossed and turned. As the night went on, the bedsheet got more and more tightly wrapped around his slender preteen body, outlining the boy's trim form through the covers.

Of course, Mikey had known what sex was. He hadn't been THAT innocent. He'd known about sex, at least the idea, and even about gay sex, and he'd known about touching himself. But he'd never done it. Well, once, just for a minute or two, before he understood what he was doing and stopped himself. They'd learned about it in church and talked about how it was bad, and he'd stayed away from it. He sometimes woke up with an erection, but he'd always made sure not to touch, even though it was hard.

Now he was different.

It was 2am and he was already starting to get a bit hard. He'd have to go over twelve hours before he could get off, and even then only when Jason let him. Before this he'd never masturbated. Now he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Mikey shivered as he stared up at the ceiling. He knew that people were supposed to love each other, that having sex together was supposed to be something really special. But he felt used. Nothing he wanted mattered. He went over and he did whatever Jason and Owen told him to do. He knelt and sucked, he got naked, he got filmed. Then Jason just ignored him until he wanted something. Mikey felt dirty. Like a prop. This wasn't how his pastor had explained it, it wasn't for love or marriage or having kids, it wasn't how he'd been told it should feel. He was being used for base, depraved, vile sex, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And then there were the videos.

He'd known about pornography, too. How could he be in school and not? He'd even seen some once, a few months ago, when a friend had tried to show him. He'd felt himself starting to get hard and he told the friend no, to put it away. He wasn't interested. That wasn't who he was.

And now there were videos out there of him. HE was in pornography. A… a porn star. He hadn't thought about it like that. He hadn't put it into those words, but it was true. Mikey was a twelve-year-old porn star. There were people who jerked off to him. Who watched and waited for the next 'episode' of Mikey Likes It. Who knew just what his body looked like naked, what his voice sounded like, and how he sucked cock.

Someone out there was probably touching themselves right now… masturbating… to Mikey's latest video. They were probably commenting on it on that forum. Was GimmeMikey on there? Touching himself? Cumming while he watched Mikey dance around naked on his screen?

Did GimmeMikey think about the naked boy in the video? Did he wonder what Mikey's life was like, or if he really liked it? What would he think to know that Mikey was awake right now, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him?

Did anyone still think Mikey was a good Christian boy?

Mikey groaned. He felt his preteen cock start to perk up a bit more at all the thoughts about sex. He HAD to stop thinking about it, he knew he wouldn't be able to cum until after school. Yes, he wanted to touch himself so badly, to feel that feeling just a little bit, even if he knew he couldn't cum, but school would be torture if he got so horny before he even got there.

How did he turn into this person? This object?

Mikey held himself back. He kept his arms at his side and turned over, trying to fall asleep. Trying, but he couldn't. So he lay awake, thinking about the sex he'd have to endure tomorrow.

But even he had no idea just what the day would bring. It would be beyond anything he'd ever experienced, and it would test him, and tear at him, like never before.

* * *

The day began about as normally as possible, at least by the new standards of Mikey's life.

Owen did manage to persuade Mikey to meet before school again. Teachers were getting suspicious of their long absences from class and even homeroom. Besides, it gave Owen the early blowjob he was craving. He'd been horny all night.

"Hey," said Owen, as Mikey came into the storage room.

"Hi," said Mikey, dropping to his knees in front of the other boy without so much as a pause. The truly vicious part of Jason's commands was that the decision to be here now was Mikey's. All Mikey had to do was suck Owen twice a day, but the details were up to him, so it felt to the unwitting twelve-year-old like he was in this storage room almost willingly. He wanted to delay, to get away, and it felt like he could. He could get up and just walk out, except then when would he suck Owen like he had to?

"You all set?" asked the kneeling, soon-to-be cock-sucking boy.

"I guess," said Owen. The awkward teen was oblivious, just trying to act casual as if he wasn't horny as fuck for the preteen boy in front of him, but his rock-hard cock betrayed him. It was the just under five-inch [13 cm] cock of a desperately needy young teenager. Mikey sighed as he looked at the throbbing teenage dick he was getting to know so well, and he shuffled forward on his knees. A week ago… a week ago he hadn't been in the same universe as something like this. Now, he just opened his mouth. He knew just what would happen as he felt the all-too-familiar taste along his tongue.

The familiar change in his thoughts felt absolutely natural. All of a sudden, the unquestioned priority in his life was to make Owen happy. His entire being centered on it. Immediately he started thinking, planning, figuring out how he could do it. What had he done yesterday that made Owen happy? Oh yes.

Mikey let Owen's cock dangle loose for a moment, saliva dripping from it, as he started to remove his shirt to reveal his hairless chest. He was displaying himself to the horny teen. It made him feel kind-of used, but he forced himself to push those thoughts down. He had to make Owen happy.

"Ohhh," said Owen. "T-thank you."

Mikey shrugged as he looked up at the standing teen. To him, there was no reason to be thanked. Owen's happiness was just more important. The slightly older boy's phone was out, filming him, of course, and Mikey didn't really like that, but it wasn't worth making a fuss over. Not when Owen's cock was just standing there, waiting to be pleasured. "You're welcome," said Mikey.

"Oh," said Owen, suddenly. "Um."

"What?" asked Mikey, his open mouth hovering just above Owen's cock. He knew that if Owen said he wanted something else, he'd do it. He really hoped Owen wouldn't say anything else, because he figured it'd be something he wouldn't want to do, but that was all right. If it made Owen happy, he'd do it.

Owen looked down at him, blushing furiously. "It's, um," he said. "My brother…kinda made it so…uh…" He paused.

"What is it, Owen?" said Mikey. "Tell me how to make you happy. I want to. I really do."

"He made it so if you lick my….feet I'll…get more pleasure. He told me to tell you." Owen frowned. "But you don't have to do it, honest! I'm uh….really happy with what's going on. Really really happy."

Mikey looked up, wide-eyed. "Seriously?" he said, his face showing his frustration. For a moment, his feelings won out. It was too much, that was ridiculous, he wouldn't do it. Owen's stinky feet? He started to lean forward, mouth open, to take in the cock. He closed his lips around it and started to suck. Owen moaned softly. He was making Owen so happy. It was good, right? It was good enough?

But how happy would Owen be if his feet got sucked?

He didn't want to lick Owen's feet. That was so demeaning, he couldn't, he was just a kid! This wasn't what kids do!

But a moment later he pulled off of the throbbing erection. "Damn it!" he muttered. Yet even as he said those words, the twelve-year-old felt intense guilt. What if it made Owen less happy? He felt a pit in his stomach for messing up the important task of making Owen happy.

So Mikey got control of himself. This was too important to mess up; he couldn't let his feelings get in the way. He smiled and then leaned down. His nimble fingers unlaced Owen's shoes. Mikey's mind wandered to thoughts of taking Owen's nimble toes into his mouth, of how Owen would moan with pleasure. He'd make Owen happier than he'd ever been before. He had to. Owen's pleasure was so much more important than his disgust. Than how he'd feel sucking another boy's feet. That was just his own problem to deal with. So what if they were stinky? He needed to do this.

"N-no, it's fine, really, it's fine…" said Owen, as his cock throbbed in the air. Precum dripped down onto Mikey's head.

Mikey looked up at the older boy's throbbing cock as he pulled the first shoe off. He smiled. He still felt guilty about showing displeasure, he had to fix it somehow. "You're getting harder just thinking about it, aren't you?" he asked.

"It's fine, really," said Owen. But the teen awkwardly transferred his phone to his right hand, aiming it loosely as Mikey while using some fingers to hold the bookshelf. That way, his left hand could stroke his needy erection. "Ohhhh…" he cried out.

Mikey saw Owen's need, his pleasure. Did what he said turn Owen on? Would talking dirty make the teenager even happier? His mind was programmed to find out.

Mikey reached up, brushing Owen's hand away with his own, his own fingers wrapping around the throbbing cock and giving it a few strokes. "To keep you warm," he said, his hand now damp with teenage precum.

Owen gasped at the touch. "Ohhhh…" he whimpered, "you are…" As Mikey went back to remove the other shoe, Owen's hand returned to continue stroking. "Mmmmmm…" he squealed at a surprisingly high pitch.

The teen's body was shaking with programmed pleasure as Mikey removed the second shoe. "Almost there…" said Mikey, tauntingly.

"Fuuuuuck…" moaned Owen, his hand rolling back and forth along his cock, over and over again. A little more precum dripped out.

And with that, Mikey understood the power of his words to arouse. To give Owen pleasure.

Meanwhile, Owen was gasping at the idea of the dirty, illicit thing that was about to take place in the school storage room. He lifted his feet obediently, and the kneeling boy pulled off his socks. "It's… ok… really…" he said unconvincingly. He felt the cool air against his bare feet, and he was already moaning in need. Toes with little bits of cotton still stuck to them wiggled with anticipation.

"I know how much you want me to do this."

"Fuck." Yes, Owen's cock definitely throbbed at that comment. Mikey's mind felt excitement, knowing he'd found a new way to bring Owen pleasure. He was so good at this! Inside his confused, controlled brain, he felt new revulsion at what he was doing: not just his actions, but his words, too, were not his anymore. But he set that aside. He couldn't waste time on his trivial hangups like that. He had more important priorities.

The shirtless twelve-year-old leaned down, tongue out, and licked along one of Owen's now-bare feet. Owen cried out.

"OH!" he shouted. "Ohhh…" He remembered how Jason had described this feeling while writing runes on his bare skin. Jason had told him that this first time would be the best feeling he'd ever had in his life. The feeling of Mikey's soft, wet tongue caressing his feet exceeded every expectation Owen had in his brain, it was like a short circuit. His foot jerked back, overwhelmed with feeling, toes wiggling on the ground as his body rocked back and forth. "M…more," he moaned. He tried to make it soft enough that Mikey wouldn't hear. He shouldn't make Mikey do this.

But the truth was that Jason had made it impossible for anything else to happen. He had programmed this erogenous zone into Owen's body, and he'd made it as humiliating and demeaning as possible for Mikey. Then, through his programming of Mikey to please Owen and telling Owen to mention it, he made it certain that Mikey's debasement would be complete.

To Jason, what he'd done was a work of art. A programming, a reworking of the two boys' minds to act out the most perfect fantasy he could construct. Each ricochet of their personalities and commands served just to make it that much more perfect. That much more the fantasy Jason wanted to see lived out.

Half an hour later, when Jason would watch Owen's video, those would be his thoughts. The beauty of the two boys. The perfection of his creation. Every perfect word, every fear, every move a part of the symphony he'd made. He'd see Mikey, revolted but determined. Owen, apologetic but needy.

So of course, Mikey continued according to plan. His mind, programmed to make Owen happy, knew that the teenager was turned on by his taunts. "You want more?" he said with a smirk.

"I… I…"

"I think you want more."

Mikey took a deep breath. Owen had showered that morning, but the smell of his feet was still potent, and he wanted to try not to breathe in. He wriggled his nose in anticipation, but, programmed as he was, he made sure Owen didn't see any sign of his distaste. He'd already messed that up twice today and he was determined to do better. Again Mikey licked along the foot, his long, supple tongue running along the sole. Owen moaned. The young teen's hand stroked back and forth incessantly on his hard cock.

Mikey sat down on the ground. At first he was going to just motion to the older boy, but he knew the power his words had. "C'mon," he said, "lift it up so I can suck on your toes, just like you want it."

A whimper came out of the older boy's mouth. Somehow Owen managed to say, "you… r-really don't need to… really… stop…" But he raised his foot up. He didn't want Mikey to stop. Mikey would ignore him. He was pretty sure Mikey would ignore him. Owen felt so bad for doing this to the kid but he needed it, he needed it so badly. He could barely stand; his hand, still aiming the phone, still held the bookcase to steady himself for the coming wave of pleasure.

Mikey leaned forward and his dexterous tongue started to run over the toes, bathing them in his saliva. He forced his tongue in the gap between the teenage toes, feeling little bits of cotton sock catch in his tongue. "Muuuuuuhhhhh…" mewled Owen, swaying slightly. His mind was electric, the sensitivity of his feet programmed to be almost beyond what he could stand.

Mikey scooted forward, and Owen pushed his foot forward, and soon Mikey had four of Owen's toes inside his mouth. His cheeks curved to accommodate them. Toes wriggled inside Mikey's mouth. Owen stroked his erection with his free hand.

From his vantage point, Owen looked down at Mikey, shirt off, mouth wide around his toes, sucking on them. Mikey turned his eyes up to the older boy, looking pathetic with his foot-stuffed face. "Oh f-fuck," cried Owen, as his cock throbbed in his hand, heightened arousal overwhelming his thoughts.

Mikey held the foot up with one hand as he withdrew his mouth and ran his tongue along its sole again, from ankle to toes. "You like that, Owen? You like having me suck your toes? Am I making you happy?"

"Yes…" moaned Owen.

Mikey licked again along the sole of Owen's foot. Then he took the toes into his mouth again, and Owen looked down at the boy, and he couldn't handle it anymore. He felt uncontrollable fire shooting through his body. "Oh fuck," he said. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, you're so good…"

As Owen stroked his cock, cum shot out.

Rope after rope of sticky teenage cum flew out, landing on Mikey's head, his shoulders, his chest. The kneeling boy, still sucking those wiggling toes, felt the warm goop land on him, splatter, stick to him. Puddles formed on his skin and he felt it ooze down his chest and back. He was covered in it, covered and on-display for Owen, for Jason, for anyone Jason shared the video with.

When Owen was done, and the gasping, red-faced boy stood hunched over, Mikey finally let the slick toes out of his mouth. Owen was still filming as Mikey sat back on his knees to take the cock into his mouth and lick it clean. That, too, was part of his programming, a final bit of humiliation for Mikey to clean up after the teenage brothers. It would be all Jason could do not to cum when he watched this later, knowing he'd have Mikey suck him that afternoon.

"Ahhhhhh…" moaned Owen, softly.

Finally Mikey leaned back. He felt some cum ooze down from his hair behind his ear. Elsewhere, he could feel it working its way down his back. The boy was covered in it.

"Does that count?" he asked.

"I… I guess?" said Owen. "I, uh, didn't think I could cum unless you were giving me a blowjob, so I guess so…"

Mikey rubbed his hand along his face to pick up some cum. Lacking anywhere to wipe his hand off, he licked it up. It wasn't anything new to him. Better than Jason's cum, anyway. "I hope so," said Mikey, shivering.

"Should I text him and ask?"

"I… I guess so?"

Owen texted his older brother. "Mikey sucked my toes and i came does it count"

"Hot hot yes. Send video."

"He says yeah," said Owen.

"Okay," said Mikey. A part of him wanted to ask if that felt good, but he restrained himself. Making Owen happy wasn't so important anymore, and he was just left with his shame and humiliation. He stood up and a bit of cum dripped off him. "Can you help me get it all off?"

"Sure," said Owen. Mikey picked up his shirt and started to wipe it along his body. He hated getting the cum on his shirt, but there wasn't really anything else he could do. (Half an hour later, Jason would text Owen: "how did he get clean?" Owen would text back: "his shirt." "fuck hot" replied Jason, smiling in pleasure at the idea of Mikey walking around all day in a cum-covered shirt.)

"Can you clean my back?" asked Mikey.

"Yeah," said Owen, taking the shirt. Mikey turned around, and Owen rubbed it along the other boy's back. "I'm sorry about… I'm sorry about spilling on you."

"Whatever," said Mikey. "Although I kinda wonder if we should've used my boxers instead of this shirt. They're already, like, crusty with cum."

"You'd get naked for me?" asked Owen. "Here, in school?"

"You've already seen it," shrugged Mikey. Owen's eyes seemed to go wide, his heartbeat racing. He wanted Mikey to get naked for him. He wanted to be with this amazing boy. As he stood there, cleaning Mikey's back, he imagined he was actually caressing it. It felt so warm. He wanted this moment to go on forever.

"I, uh, think your back is clean," he said. He reached the shirt up, cleaning off Mikey's head. He also put his other hand on Mikey's shoulder, as if to steady the boy. Owen felt guilty for that, for sneaking the touch… but he wanted it so badly, he just let his hand sit there. Mikey didn't seem to complain.

Owen was already hard again. He rearranged his pants. He'd be so embarrassed if Mikey saw it now, so soon after he came, even though that felt illogical.

"Uhhh… ok," said Owen. "I, um, think I got everything on your back."

Mikey turned around. "We've only got a couple minutes left. Anything here?"

Owen reached up with the shirt. There was a stray trace of cum on Mikey's chest, and he wiped it down with the shirt.

"Uhhhhhhh…" exclaimed Mikey when the shirt with Owen's hand went past his nipples. "Don't."

"W-what?" asked Owen.

"Don't touch me there."

"Sorry, sorry, I was just… I was just cleaning you off… honest."

"Fine," said Mikey, his face flushed. "Am I clean?"

"Y-yeah," said Owen, not sure what had ruined the moment. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet.

"Thanks," said Mikey. The shirt was covered in cum but there was nothing to do about it. He put it on, feeling the stickiness along his back and chest in the spots where cum had been soaked up. He just had to hope no one noticed.

"See you at lunch," Mikey said, grabbing his backpack.

"No, wait," said Owen.

"What?" asked Mikey.

"I…" stuttered Owen. "I want to… I'm sorry, Jason is making me do more stuff."

"I know," said Mikey.

"No," said Owen, "it's… I have to ask you…."

The bell rang.

"We have to go," said Mikey, impatiently. "Tell me at lunch."

"Yeah," said Owen, quietly, as Mikey ran out. He stood there for a moment, staring. Then he ran out to make it to class on time. Now he couldn't ask Mikey about the other command Jason had given him…

* * *

Mikey was distracted all morning. He didn't want to spend his time thinking about that meeting in the storage room. The way Owen had moaned and sighed, how his cock had jerked above as Mikey knelt and sucked on his feet, how the cock had spewed teenage cum all over Mikey's chest and back and hair. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't stop himself. Even beyond the mind control, it felt like Mikey was being carried by a powerful wind from one thing to the next, from one sex act on to another, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was a whirlwind, and he had no time to think, to process; no matter how much he dug in his heels, it carried him on.

He kept thinking to before. How he'd never thought much about sex. How they'd taught him to abstain in church, and he did.

Now, while teachers droned on about the Silk Road or how to invert and multiply fractions, Mikey found his own dick aching and hard. The need for release was rising in him again. It would be a long wait until the Ultimate game, when Jason would finally let him cum. He reached down, gave himself a few rubs, and then stopped himself before anyone saw. He muffled a moan. Why was he like this? Mikey was a hot mess.

Owen had reacted so powerfully to his words. Little taunts, just saying what he'd do, and Owen had become hornier and needier. The older boy could barely stand when Mikey had started sucking his toes. Mikey found himself wondering how he could bring Owen more pleasure. Why was he thinking about this now? He should be trying to focus on class.

He sighed, and turned, and tried to think about what his teacher was saying.

* * *

But when it really all came crashing down was on the way to lunch.

Mikey was rushing to his locker, hurrying to get his lunch and go meet Owen, when a boy named Pedro pulled him aside.

"What?" asked Mikey, exasperated. He had to rush if he was going to have time to suck Owen off AND eat his lunch, and he and Pedro never liked each other. When Mikey was eight and Pedro was nine, the Latino boy was a lot bigger and would always pick on him. Mikey remembered stewing about it, night after night, telling himself that it'd all change later, that Pedro would get what he deserved…

"C'mere," said Pedro.

"I'm in a rush," replied Mikey. He found himself frustrated to even be having this conversation. He found himself noticing that Pedro's voice had deepened while his own had not, another annoyance to add onto the others. Life still wasn't fair.

"To do what?" asked Pedro, a smirk on his lips.

"Nothing," said Mikey. "To see a friend."

"A special friend?" said Pedro.

Mikey paused, and stared.

"I think," said Pedro, whispering, "that you're going to see a very special friend, aren't you? You're going to…" he paused, lowering his voice even further, "suck his dick."

Mikey's heart stopped. His mouth was open and it felt dry. He just looked at the other boy, feeling his powerful heartbeat push through his veins.

And then Pedro pulled out his phone. The screen was already unlocked, and he hit play on the video. It was the video Owen had shot yesterday, the video of Mikey kneeling in the bathroom stall, sucking.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?" shouted Mikey. He quieted when he saw it was drawing attention, but he desperately reached out to try to grab the phone away. Pedro, taller, held it up and away.

"Your lover-boy gave it to me, faggot," he said. "Maybe your blowjob wasn't good enough."

Mikey's mind spun. Why was this other boy talking to him like this? He felt like he was going to faint. If Pedro knew…

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Please…" gasped Mikey, softly.

"You want me to show this to everyone in the school?"

Mikey couldn't talk. He just shook his head, mutely.

Pedro looked back at him, and hesitated. In that moment, Mikey felt a flicker of hope within him. He looked at the trim Latino boy, a gold chain around his neck, a bit of his bare, smooth chest showing through his unbuttoned shirt. Maybe Pedro would have mercy, would help him out. And then, in that moment, he saw Pedro make a decision.

"Then you're going to do what I say, aren't you?"

Mikey felt a cold pit in his stomach. "Please…" he begged, but he knew it would be useless.

"You'll do what I say."

Mikey stared for a moment. He should say no. He should refuse.

And then Pedro would show everyone in the school what he'd done.

Mikey nodded, sullenly.

Pedro smiled, his eyes glowing. He reached out a hand and laid it on Mikey's shoulder. Mikey flinched, but he held his ground. After all, he knew what it was like to have his body used.

"You're going to be my bitch now too, right? Just like you are for that older boy?"

Mikey stared back blankly. He couldn't believe this was happening. Everything was out of control.

"Say it. Say you'll be my bitch."

Jason, Owen… he couldn't even sleep easily any more… he thought the nightmare couldn't get worse. He'd figured… he'd figured he could just do the stuff with them and maybe… move on…

But Pedro had the video. Mikey was blushing furiously at the mere idea of everyone knowing. All his friends, maybe the teachers, his pastor…

"Say it."

"Y-Yeah," he finally said.

"C'mon. You know what I mean."

"I'll… I'll be your, um…" He gulped. "Your bitch."

Mikey stared down at the ground. His mouth was dry. Everything was wrong… everything…

"Good," said Pedro, that smirk still on his face. His hand closed, possessively, on Mikey's shoulder. "Then come to my house today right after school. I'll show you a real cock."

Another one… another penis to suck. Like a robot, Mikey nodded. Then he realized. "No!" he exclaimed. "I can't!"

"Don't say you can't!" roared Pedro. Then he quieted, and whispered the last word. "Bitch."

"I can't," said Mikey. "I really can't. I really can't. If you… show the video… I still can't. I can't. I can… I can come later…" As Mikey said the words, he saw himself going to the house, saw what would be happening.

"All right," said Pedro. "But the later it is, the more fun I'm going to have with you, bitch."

Mikey managed a little nod.

"See you tonight, bitch," said Pedro. Shielded by Mikey from any onlookers, the lecherous thirteen-year-old gave his own cock a little rub with his hand. Then he walked off.

Fuck, thought Mikey. He felt tears starting to well up in his eyes, tears he'd hidden during the confrontation but which threatened to overwhelm him now. But he had to… he had to…

OWEN!

* * *

When Mikey got to their secret room, tears were streaming down his face. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Owen was already there.

"How could you?" shouted Mikey. "How could you? I didn't think people could be so mean! I thought… I thought you…" He broke down in sobs.

Owen stared, awkwardly. He tried to walk up to Mikey, but Mikey pushed him away roughly. "I…" he gasped. He felt tears starting to come to his own eyes. "I… couldn't…"

"You gave him the video! What the fuck!!!!" shouted Mikey. Until this, he'd never used the F-word. Well, he'd used it twice. The first time had been after he'd heard a friend using it in fourth grade, and then he used it one more time in front of his parents. They'd told him not to, and he hadn't used it again.

Until now.

"I d-didn't have a choice."

Mikey just stood off, his shoulders shaking with each sob.

"J-Jason… made me…"

"He MADE you?"

"L-last night. He made me give it to someone else in school. I begged him not to. I… I did. I swear!"

"And you gave it to Pedro?"

"He lives near you, right? I figured you might be friends."

"He hates me!" said Mikey. "He hates me! Everything is fucked up!" The second time.

"I'm so sorry," said Owen. He slumped back, leaning against the bookshelf. "So… sorry…"

Mikey had never thought of himself as having hatred in his heart. But right now, he hated Pedro, and he hated Owen, and he hated, hated, hated Jason. His whole life was like he was a toy. He couldn't control anything, he just bounced from one use to another.

"I… I tried to warn you."

"You what?"

"This morning…"

Mikey slammed his fist against the wall. "That was… you… ARRRRRGH!" His life had collapsed. He thought about running away, but he couldn't even do that. He'd drag himself right back, coming back to make sure he got Owen to cum twice per day, coming back to get Jason to cum… he was trapped. Trapped by these waves of cum. He slumped down against the door.

"You, um… you should go, don't, um… do the thing…"

"I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE!" roared Mikey, and then quieted, fearing he could be heard outside the room. "I can't do anything but… but… but that!" He stared at Owen, and Owen shrunk away.

"I… yeah…"

"C'mon," said Mikey, fire in his voice, "get your pants down! C'mon!"

Owen looked back at him, not moving. Tears were flowing down his own cheeks.

"C'mon!"

Owen shook with the force of Mikey's voice, and then he reached trembling hands around to grasp the buckle of his belt. His fingers struggled awkwardly over it. Mikey stood up violently, tears still running down smooth cheeks, both boys crying, and he strode over. His own hands grabbed the belt buckle and forced it open. He unzipped Owen's fly and in one powerful motion dragged jeans and boxers to the ground, leaving Owen's bare legs exposed as the teen stood there. Owen's knees shook. The teenage boy's bare legs were lean, with just a hint of hair coming in along them.

Mikey gripped Owen's cock, which was erect, throbbing. Owen was powerfully aroused. "That's what you want, isn't it? ISN'T IT?" He squeezed, hard, and Owen yelped, shrinking back from the younger boy. But Mikey also felt the cock throb again in his hand.

"ISN'T IT?"

"N-no…"

"Liar!" said Mikey, squeezing harder. Owen grunted, in pain and need and desperation. Mikey stroked, and Owen moaned.

"SEE!" said Mikey. "God!"

"No… I…"

Mikey squeezed and stroked again. He felt the cock jump in his hand. "Uhhhh," moaned Owen, his bare, exposed knees trembling.

"You want me to suck you? You want me to do it like the… like the… like the bitch I am now?"

Owen stood there silently, biting his lower lip. The shy, gay teenager trembled slightly, taking one foot and curling it awkwardly around his other ankle, balancing in a waiting position.

"You want me to lose all control when I take it in? To use me like that?"

"N-no…" mumbled Owen.

"Yes you do!" shouted Mikey. He reached up with both hands and pushed them against Owen's chest, shoving the larger boy against the shelf. "Yes you do! And I have no choice! I have to! I have to!"

Owen felt desire roil his body. He so desperately wanted Mikey to touch him, to hug him. He wanted to kiss. He wanted Mikey to suck on his dick, and on his toes, and to lick him. He wanted to lick Mikey. His head spun from everything he wanted as Mikey shoved him again, and he felt himself pushed up against the bookshelf. Mikey was saying something, angry, and Owen felt guilty. In his mind, he reached out, grabbed the angry, aggressive preteen, and pulled him up close… held him… they cuddled, and they kissed, and Mikey forgave him. Maybe Mikey would even kiss him…

Damn it, he was so needy all the time.

"I'm not even a person anymore," Mikey was saying, "I just have to do what you say, it's not fair, it sucks so bad!"

Owen wanted to set Mikey free. But he also wanted to kiss him, and be kissed by him, and hold him tight. A part of him was glad he didn't have the ability to set Mikey free, because he knew he would… he'd help him… Mikey was so perfect. So amazingly beautiful.

And with that, Mikey reached his hand down, squeezing Owen's cock again, and then he knelt. "See?" he said. "Look what I am. Look what I am now. Look!"

Owen looked down at him.

"And what do you think is about to happen? Huh? What do you think?"

Owen mumbled softly. Mikey couldn't hear it. Instead, he leaned toward the half-naked teen and opened his mouth.

He had his orders.

When the furious boy wrapped his lips around that cock, his fury didn't go away. He was just as angry. Just as upset.

But everything changed.

All of a sudden, the anger didn't connect in Mikey's brain anymore. He still felt it. He was still furious. But the thought didn't lead anywhere. It didn't result in any action. It didn't factor into his decisions. His own fury felt… unimportant.

Mikey knew exactly what was happening to him. He knew exactly how his thoughts were being changed, and though he tried to fight it, there was nothing he could do, because it just didn't feel all that important.

None of it connected. None of it drove his thoughts. Mikey had other priorities.

His lips tightened around Owen's teenage dick.

He sucked harder.

There was a cock in Mikey's mouth, and that cock needed pleasure. Owen, the fucking bastard who had given out the video of Mikey sucking, needed to have as much pleasure as possible. What he'd done didn't matter anymore.

Owen needed as much pleasure as possible.

Mikey's hand wrapped around the cock and started to rub it.

That was what mattered.

He ran his tongue along the base of the needy dick. Owen moaned. Mikey felt a jolt as he saw his work being accomplished.

Good. Owen was happy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuucckkkkkkkk," moaned Owen. "M-Mikey, I wish… I wish…"

"It's all right," said Mikey, a dribble of saliva dangling from his lips to the stiff cock he was pleasuring. There was still a hoarseness to his voice, but that was all. He needed to calm Owen. Make him happy. He couldn't let his anger stop him from that.

"Let me take care of you now," cooed Mikey as he knelt on the floor and laid a hand gently on Owen's thigh. He reached forward, his tongue lapping out, running along the base of Owen's stiff cock. "Let me make it better."

"I know… I know… you're mad…"

"It doesn't matter," said Mikey. "Not when I can make you happy."

Mikey took the tip of the cock into his mouth again, holding it there as he sucked and ran his tongue around the glans. Meanwhile, his hands reached down, fumbling to unlace Owen's shoes.

"Ohhhhhhh…" moaned Owen again as he felt his shoes loosen. "Th-this is crazy…"

Owen was happy. Owen had to be made happier.

When the laces were untied, Mikey pulled back. He smiled up at Owen. The teenager was blushing. Smiling. Happier. "You like me like this, don't you?" he asked coyly. He hated himself for being like that, but Owen would like it. Mikey reached down, starting to pull off his shirt.

"Th-this isn't you…"

Mikey knelt there, bare-chested, his smooth, trim belly slowly swelling and contracting with each breath. Letting Owen drink in the body he loved. Dried tears coated his flushed cheeks.

"But you like it," he said softly. Owen didn't reply, but his cheeks were flush and his cock was hard. Mikey felt his hands along that cock, feeling it throb, feeling the slick precum, knowing inside that he was doing a good job. He reached down then, slowly pulling off Owen's shoes.

Owen shivered.

Mikey let his fingertips softly caress the other boy's bare feet. Owen squirmed a little bit, toes perking up at the touch.

Mikey knew he was moments away from enveloping the older boys toes in his mouth again. The boy who had fucked him over. Who made him suck and then gave away their most private moment. It made him furious that he was about to suck that boy's feet, about to be used that way.

But he had to keep that fury down. He forced it into a corner of his mind. So what?

If he sucked on Owen's feet, Owen would be happier.

Mikey pulled up with his hands, and Owen obediently raised his foot. Owen watched intently as Mikey's lithe body bent down so he could take the toes into his mouth. He hated himself, he hated what this was doing to Mikey, but he was so aroused it hurt. Jason had made sure of that.

All Mikey could think about, all he could focus on, was making Owen happy. Was he a faggot now? Was he a bitch? Was he Jason's bitch, or Pedro's bitch, or Owen's bitch?

Mikey opened his mouth, and started to lick the boy's toes. He caressed them with his tongue. He swallowed them in and sucked. Three hours of the day's stink built up, all cleaned off by Mikey's tongue.

Owen moaned. Mikey knew he was doing a good job.

"Um, ok," said Owen at last, when he felt his cock would burst even though he wasn't touching it. "Wanna switch back to my, erm, penis?"

Mikey, kneeling in front of him, nodded, and Owen withdrew his foot. He put it back on the ground, feeling the slippery saliva between his toes and the tile floor, the gentle coolness of the drying liquid, the particles of dirt on the poorly-swept surface.

"See?" said Mikey, his hand reaching up to stroke the young teenage cock. "See what I am?" He paused a moment. "Do you want to call me your bitch? Would that make you happy, Owen?"

Owen stared down at him. Sadness filled his eyes. He felt Mikey's helplessness, and he wanted to comfort the boy. "N-no," he said.

Pedro liked to call him his bitch. Owen probably would too, right? This was what Mikey's conception of sex had become: that calling him a bitch would make Owen happier. "C'mon," said Mikey, "do it. Call me your bitch."

In his life Owen had never been as bold as what he was about to do. He reached down, slipping his fingers under Mikey's armpits, and pulled up. Mikey stood, his hand letting go of Owen's cock. The younger boy stood his seven inches shorter than the teenager. Mikey was naked from the waist up, and next to him Owen stood naked from the waist down. Owen looked into Mikey's eyes, reached behind his head, and pulled forward. "I don't want to call you a bitch," he whispered, and then he kissed Mikey on the lips.

Mikey stood silently.

Owen rested his hands on the boy's bare shoulders. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so sorry!"

The twelve-year-old's mind was still roiled with emotions. Kissing was something people did when they loved someone. He was so confused! "Did it make you happy?" he finally asked.

"I — " said Owen. He stood there a moment, then he started to feel along Mikey's smooth skin, lost in teenage carnal desire for this half-naked boy in front of him. His thumbs moved along soft flesh, feeling the give of immature skin, the warm softness and gentle smoothness. That was when a thumb happened to graze Mikey's left nipple, and the boy moaned.

"Mikey," said Owen, while Mikey stood there, "what was that with your chest before?"

"N-nothing," mumbled Mikey.

Owen had stopped the motion of his fingers. "If… if I asked you to touch it, would you let me?"

Mikey gulped. He had to keep control of his emotions! "I… I think so. If it makes you happy."

Owen nodded. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. He didn't know what Mikey wanted, he wanted to give Mikey what he wanted, but he couldn't think straight, this boy was SO ATTRACTIVE right in front of him and he was aroused as fuck and his penis was wet with Mikey's saliva…

Mikey stared back quietly. They were just standing here, was that making Owen happy? That didn't make any sense. And Owen seemed sad somehow, in a weird, quiet way. This wasn't just arousal, this was something else. Gently one of his hands reached down to Owen's hanging cock to make the boy happy once again. But inside, he knew that this wasn't the only thing Owen wanted.

"Would it make you happy to touch my nipples?" asked Mikey.

"It's… no, it's ok," said Owen, blushing.

Mikey looked up at him. He forced himself to smile. He was going to make Owen happy even if he had to give up his entire body to do it. He knew the feelings would overwhelm him, and still he couldn't stop himself. "C'mon," he said. He puffed out his small, naked chest. "Just do it. Feel them."

Owen took a deep breath. He wanted to so badly.

"I need you to do it now, Owen. C'mon. I know you want to."

Owen shook with energy. Then, he moved his thumb, just a little bit, and let it slide across Mikey's left nipple.

"Uhhhhh…" moaned Mikey.

"You… do you like it?"

"I… oh…" cried Mikey. His head was not his own. His brain was not his own. Waves of uncontrollable pleasure roiled his body, pleasure forced on him by Jason's commands but pure pleasure nonetheless, a sensation like nothing else he had ever felt. Owen's feet. Mikey's nipples. Two boys, two parts of their bodies, programmed to feel pleasure. Programmed with new erogenous zones.

Slowly, a new part of Jason's "artwork," these two reprogrammed boys, came into reality.

Mikey's boy-cock, against everything he wanted, now permanently at least semi-erect because of the need that had been programmed into it, was at full mast. It was filled to bursting with desire and pleasure and amazing feeling. Mikey saw Owen look down, and he felt embarrassed by his obscene desire.

"Moooore…" moaned Mikey, helpless. Even his desires were no longer his own. They were whatever Jason had planted in his head. Jason's little project.

"R-really?" asked Owen.

"Ohhhhh… yes… please…" He couldn't help himself. He was Jason's bitch and Owen's bitch and Pedro's bitch…

Owen, oblivious to all those thoughts, felt his cock throb. Mikey liked it. (A part of his brain recognized the dumb joke.) And Owen's brain, though less controlled than Mikey's, was fogged with desire. He leaned down, pressing into the flat chest. The younger boy's whole body swayed as pleasure flowed through him. His athletic shorts were tented with an obscene erection. Owen felt hot fire flow through his veins at the power of his touch and at the strength of Mikey's newfound desire.

"Damn it," cried Mikey, unable to control the need, "more, press harder… please…"

Owen moaned softly, eager to give Mikey pleasure. He leaned in, reaching a hand to Mikey's other nipple, massaging both at once. Mikey squirmed at his touch. The twelve-year-old reached down to his shorts, stroking his dick through them even though he couldn't cum. "So good…" he cried, the church-going boy helplessly masturbating himself though he could never cum…

To the side, Owen had stood his phone up, the camera catching every moment of it.

Owen had stepped forward, his legs to either side of Mikey as the boy leaned back under the pressure of his touch. With fingers planted in each of Mikey's armpits, Owen's thumbs continued to molest the younger boy's nipples. Mikey cried out. A new tear went down his cheek, this one different from the earlier ones as his face showed nothing but pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, a bell went off. Owen looked up. "Only four minutes left!"

"I…" gasped Mikey. "I don't care…"

"Mikey," said Owen, "finish sucking me. We're almost out of time."

"No… please…" said Mikey. But the other part of his programming, the part that said he had to make Owen happy, was taking over. It's not as if he had any control over his own thoughts anymore. He was sweaty, weak, his muscles loose, but he picked himself up.

"I'll touch your nipples later," said Owen. "I… I promise…"

"N-no…" said Mikey, as he knelt down again before the older boy and took the cock into his mouth again. He had to make Owen happy. He had to. Even if it meant he didn't get that amazing pleasure… he got so little pleasure… but Owen needed to be happy.

Owen looked down at the kneeling boy, the kneeling, sweaty boy who had sucked his toes and then whimpered in ecstasy as his nipples were fondled. Did he like it? Did he like what had happened?

Mikey slurped loudly on the cock.

Mikey's mouth was so warm, so soft, so wet, and Owen was stimulated beyond all the resistance of a teenage boy. Owen felt the sucking, felt the tongue running along it, felt Mikey deep-throat him with the expertise of many blowjobs. A thought went through his mind: Mikey really is a slut. And then he pushed that thought down, away. He knew it was Jason's doing. Mikey didn't deserve this.

Owen cried out as Mikey's tongue ran along his cock. He humped his hips forward into the boy's mouth, moaning in pleasure that seemed to shake his bones. "OHHHHHH!" he cried out.

The pressure built, and built, and built, Owen's cock throbbing with the overwhelming energy from Mikey's eager tongue. It took almost no time. Owen exploded, teenage cum shooting out into Mikey's mouth. Mikey swallowed with no difficulty, sucking and licking the whole time. No matter what thoughts went through the younger boy's head, he was an expert now.

An expert faggot.

Finally it was done. Mikey leaned back, gasping. Owen held on to the bookcase to keep from collapsing.

"That was… amazing… thank you," said Owen.

Mikey looked up at him. He felt his mind return to him with the blowjob done and his nipples released. He knew that he would face Jason later today, and then Pedro, and then another video and then Jason again. His whole day was… this. He knew, deep in his heart, that he was a little bitch now. Their little bitch, going from sex act to sex act to sex act.

"Yeah," he said listlessly, too tired for the fury he felt. This had all started with anger about Pedro, and now he just felt grateful that he'd been able to swallow Owen's cum instead of being covered with it. "We need to hurry." He started to put on his shirt, still cum-stained from the morning.

"Um. I don't know if… do you want me to… to touch your nipples again, Mikey?"

"No," answered Mikey, as he headed out. "But I'll ask you to anyway."

* * *

"Hey," texted Jason to Owen, "where's my vid"

"I forgot"

"What???? Do I need to give you a command?"

"No please"

"What happened"

"He was mad about how I shared the other vid like you told me"

"So what"

"We started fast I just forgot"

"Don't mess up again or else"

"Yes sir"

Chapter 8
Pedro's Bitch

"Jason," called Mikey as he came into the hidden clearing, "you HAVE to stop Pedro. Please. You HAVE to stop him."

"Who's Pedro?" asked Jason as Mikey came in. He looked Mikey up and down, the sweat, the exertion, the worry on his face. He had a guess about who Pedro was, but he wanted to be sure.

"Who's Pedro?!?" called Mikey, excitedly. "Who's Pedro??? He's the one you made Owen give my video to, he has it, he's threatening me!"

"Hey, c'mere," said Jason. Mikey walked over obediently, and Jason reached out, running a hand possessively over the boy's chest. "Take off your shirt."

Mikey's expression flattened. He thought about resisting, but that was dumb. He needed Jason to fix this thing with Pedro, and besides, he'd have to make Jason cum no matter what. Best to play along and let Jason do what he wanted. The twelve-year-old reached down and pulled up on his shirt, revealing his soft, pale tummy to Jason. "Please," he said.

"What's he threatening you with? And keep going, pants off too."

Mikey looked down and started to unbuckle his pants. His heart was racing at being naked out in the park again, even though he knew no one ever came in here. But he didn't have a choice, he needed Jason to stop Pedro. His pants slid down his thighs. "Pedro says he'll show the video to everyone if I don't do what he wants."

"And what does he want?"

Warm air flowed against Mikey's bare skin. The boy bit his lower lip as he undid the laces on his shoes, taking them off and placing his socks inside them. "He wants me to…" He paused. He lifted up one bare foot, up and out of the pant leg, placing it delicately back on the grass. As he repeated the motion with his other foot, he whispered quietly into the ground. "He said he wants me to be his bitch. It's not fair!"

"You think he wants you to suck him?" Mikey was standing there in just those cum-filled green boxers now. Jason reached down to his waiting boy, placing his hand over his crotch, fondling his tender, barely-pubescent cock and balls through the crusty fabric.

Mikey nodded solemnly, standing obediently as Jason molested him. He moaned as the teenage hand rolled along his erect cock, desperate for its release, for his first cum in fifteen hours of constant need. The hungry dick tented his boxers obscenely for a boy his age.

Jason knelt down, pulling down on the boxers, and the hard dick came into view. The preteen was managing a bit of precum that oozed out. Jason grabbed it, giving it a few squeezes.

"Then," Jason said, "I guess you better do it."

"C'mon!" said Mikey suddenly. "Please, I suck you every day, twice every day, and Owen too!"

"And you've gotten very good at it," replied Jason. He gave the cock a few more twists. "It'd be a shame to let that skill go to waste."

"C'mon!" called Mikey again, the word almost all he could manage. "You can't let him… I mean… uhhhhh," he moaned uncontrollably at Jason's touch. "You can't let him, he knows! People might find out and then they'd… they'd know what you do. I thought we had to make sure no one knew."

"He doesn't have a video of me doing anything, right?" Jason pulled forward the elastic of the boxers, pushing a hand underneath so he could grab the boy-cock directly.

"I mean… uhhhh… yeah… but…"

"If it got out," said Jason, running his finger along the boy's balls, "you and Owen are programmed to protect me. So I guess it's just your problem if it gets out. You'll just have to do your best to keep that from happening." His finger grazed against the tween ballsack, sending waves of sensation through Mikey's body.

"I thought…" He paused a moment, looking up at Jason with big eyes. He had one gambit left, and he didn't want to use it, but he needed Jason to help him. Jason had to stop Pedro, he had to, or Mikey's life was over, it was just over. So Mikey humbled himself, and as Jason's hands crawled underneath his boxers, all over his cock and balls, he finally spoke up. "I thought… I was… just… YOUR bitch." He looked up hopefully, a bright blush on his cheeks.

Jason smiled. "How sweet of you, Mikey," he replied. "But you're a cocksucker now and you're very good at it. You should get used to it."

"He hates me," whined Mikey, digging his feet into the ground.

"Then you better make him happy," said Jason. He finally withdrew his hands, the boxers snapping back, and then he pushed down on them, leaving the boy naked. Mikey stood there, exposed and miserable, while his teenage hypnotist lowered himself to the ground and spread his legs. "Now get down here. You have work to do if you want to cum."

Mikey nodded. He still needed to cum, and maybe if he did a good job Jason would still help him out. The naked boy lay down on his belly, taking Jason's cock into his hand, and then into his mouth. He started twisting his body, humping his exposed cock into the bare earth while he sucked the teen. Soon all his complaints were lost in moans, gasps, and the sounds of a devoted cocksucker. Before long, Mikey had swallowed the load while his own cum was feeding the grass.

And Jason still refused to help him out.

* * *

The Frisbee game was uneventful. The flip left Mikey on Jason's team, and he did his best to concentrate. But even if he wasn't so horny now that he'd finally been allowed to cum, his mind just wasn't on the game. He was angry at Jason, angry at Owen, angry at Pedro, angry at the world. And when he wasn't angry, all he could think about was what Pedro might make him do.

As the game ended, the sweaty twelve-year-old was left with a choice to make. He wanted to just avoid Pedro. He wanted to go home, ignore it, stay away… but if Pedro shared that video with anyone else, Mikey was fucked. There'd be nothing left. He was twelve, for crying out loud, and you don't recover from that video getting shared in school…

This was actually his choice. The first real choice he'd had in a long time. He hadn't been ordered to go, and he didn't need to go to cum. It really was up to him. He didn't have to give himself to Pedro.

And yet, with a sinking pit in his stomach… he went over.

Pedro's house was just a few blocks away from Mikey's, but it was in a much less wealthy part of town. Pedro's family rented half of a duplex. The boy gulped as he approached it. He stood across the street for a full minute, just staring at the front door, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself. His hands were trembling; he couldn't stop them from trembling no matter how hard he tried. Finally, he walked up, and before he let himself think anything else, he knocked.

Maybe Pedro wouldn't answer. Maybe he'd text and be like, 'sry nobody home.' Please, please don't be home he thought…

Pedro opened the door. The thirteen-year-old Latino stood there, wearing nothing but pristine white boxers and a pair of white ankle socks, both outlined against his darker skintone. Mikey looked down and gulped. There was a tent pushing out from those boxers.

"There you are," said Pedro, grinning.

"L-look," said Mikey. He'd rehearsed this walking over. Thought about what he'd say. "Look, you're not gay, right? Can we just, like, not do this? Why do you even…" He was forgetting what he'd planned. "You're not gay. Let's just not do this."

"Nuh-uh," said Pedro. "You're mine now."

How many people can I belong to? wondered Mikey. "You're not gay!"

"But you are," said Pedro. He pointed to the tent in his boxers. "You like this?"

Mikey blanched. He was just standing in the doorway opposite this nearly-naked kid. "No," he said. "I don't."

"I bet it's bigger than yours," said Pedro. A little circle of wet precum was visible in his boxers. "Bigger than Owen's, even though he's older."

"I don't care," Mikey blurted out. He hated how whiny his voice sounded, trembling, not deep like Pedro's. "Let me go."

Pedro smirked. "Touch it, white boy," he said, pointing down to his crotch. "Touch my dick."

Mikey looked around the suburban street. "Someone'll see," he whispered, terrified.

"Touch it," insisted Pedro.

The street had wide lawns, trees, run-down houses but no one outside. Cars passed by occasionally, but they wouldn't look, right? Mikey looked down. The circle of precum had gotten bigger on those white boxers. "N-no…" he said.

"Touch it," said Pedro, "or I start texting your video out. Do it."

Mikey bit his lower lip. He didn't know how to deal with this. But what could he do, with what Pedro had on him? Slowly he reached out. The tip of his finger grazed against the bulge, and he felt a hint of slippery wetness.

"Yesssss," said Pedro. "Grip it. Grip it, faggot."

"No," he said. "I won't!"

"Do it," said Pedro, smiling at the control he had over the other boy. The older boy was five foot two, a good five inches taller than Mikey, and every inch of it was apparent as he looked down. "Do it or else."

Mikey grunted. He hated this. He hated this so much. It was one thing to be around Jason, who was just indifferent, or Owen, who seemed to actually care for him. But Pedro was on some crazy power trip. Mikey felt even more used. A week ago he'd never had any kind of sex, and now…

He gripped the cock. The cotton fabric of the boxers crumpled between his hand and the erect teenage dick, and he felt its hardness beneath his fingers.

"You like it?" asked Pedro.

"N-no," said Mikey strongly. He looked around, head turning left and right to make sure no one was seeing them.

"But it's bigger than yours, isn't it?"

"Yeah," admitted Mikey.

"Bigger than that eighth grader Owen's, too?"

"M-maybe," said Mikey, still looking around, praying that no one would come out of their house, or look through the window. "I think so."

"So," said Pedro, leaning forward with a vicious smile on his face, "don't you want to suck it?"

"No!" said Mikey.

"Just like Owen's?"

"No!"

"Yeah you do, faggot," said Pedro. "Yeah you do. I bet you want to eat this juicy sausage right up."

"Shut up," pouted Mikey weakly. "Just shut up."

"Worried someone will see us?" taunted Pedro. He reached down, grabbed Mikey's arm just above his wrist, and pressed the boy's hand harder against his cock. "That someone will see you're a little fag feeling my cock?"

"Y-yeah," mumbled Mikey.

"Then I guess you better come inside." Pedro held onto Mikey's arm and started to back in to his house, still holding Mikey's hand to his cock. Mikey felt himself start to get pulled in.

"C'mon," said Mikey. "C'mon, let me go!" But he still stepped forward. Then he was inside the house, alone with Pedro.

"Shut the door."

Pedro stood there, still holding Mikey's hand to his dick, still in just his boxers and socks. A moment passed.

Mikey reached back with his foot and pushed the door. It swung shut.

"Yeah," said Pedro. He pressed Mikey's hand harder. "You're really a little fag, aren't you?"

"N-no," said Mikey.

"Video says otherwise," said Pedro. "You liked it. You sucked cock. Think you can deep throat mine, little fag?"

Mikey lowered his eyes. But he nodded. He'd finally managed to deep throat Jason's, after all.

"I guess we'll see," said Pedro. "But mine's bigger. Won't be as easy." He looked Mikey in the eyes, soaking in the boy's fear, reveling in his power. "Now stroke it," continued Pedro. "Stroke my cock."

Mikey blushed in embarrassment and dropped his head… but he did it. He moved his hand back and forth along it, fabric running between hand and dick. The spot of precum kept getting bigger, and he felt the slick wetness now on his palm.

"Oh yeah," said Pedro. "What a little bitch."

"I'm not!" said Mikey, head shooting up.

"Just look at you," smirked Pedro. "You like it, don't you? I know you do. Stroke harder."

"Please, I don't want to."

"Do it."

Mikey did it.

His hand squeezed on the five inches of still constrained cock. Back and forth he slid his hand, fingers wrapped around it. He felt it pulse, felt it react just like all the other cocks he'd held. He scrunched up his face in disgust, but he did it, and Pedro openly moaned in pleasure.

"Oh fuck yeah," said the Latino boy. "I can't believe I have a fag like you. My own personal little fag-boy."

"This isn't fair," said Mikey, still stroking.

"You should've thought of that before you sucked your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"So you're some kind of slut who just sucks lots of dicks?"

"No," whined Mikey out loud. Yes, he thought to himself.

"I'm bigger than your boyfriend, right? Aren't I? You said I was."

Mikey nodded.

"That's right. I bet you like my big dick. I bet you like it a lot." Pedro suddenly smirked. "Hey fag-boy," he said, "kiss my dick to show me how much you like it."

"I…"

"Do it!"

"Just this," said Mikey. "Just this." He tried to say it like he believed it.

Mikey tried to bend over to reach it, but he couldn't. So he slowly lowered himself down to his knees. He knew this position too well. He hoped that through the fabric of the boxers, his commands wouldn't take over. That kissing it wouldn't make him need to suck it…

He leaned forward, pursed his lips, and kissed it.

For a moment, there was silence. Then he moved back and took a deep breath. It was ok. He hadn't triggered.

"Oh fuck yeah," said Pedro, unaware of any of it. "Look at you, fag-boy. That's just awesome."

"Can I go now?"

"Oh fuck no," said Pedro. "We're just getting started, fag-boy." The Latino kid reached out with a hand, grabbed the back of Mikey's head, and pulled him closer. Mikey's nose was pressed right into Pedro's boxers, the tight cock and stain of precum pressing into his cheek, a gooey, slippery wetness. "What?" said Pedro, "don't you like it?"

Mikey wasn't sure what it was that triggered it, but he felt like he was at a breaking point. It was too much. Pedro was just being mean, mean in a way he'd never seen anyone act. Now truly angry, Mikey reached up and pressed his hands onto Pedro's thighs, pushing hard, forcing the older boy to step back. "Let me go," snarled the kneeling boy. He stood up. "You're a stupid bully. You've always been a stupid bully."

"You step out that door," replied Pedro as he regained his balance, "and I'm sending the video out to everyone. Is that what you want?"

"You can't just do this!" replied Mikey, angrily.

"It's your choice," said Pedro. "You know the whole school will watch it."

Mikey stood there indecisively. He looked at the door, and looked back to Pedro. He had friends… he was popular… he had a lot to lose. Still he didn't move. This was his choice.

Just then, Pedro walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and pressed it up to the bulge in his boxers.

"Nice, isn't it?" he said. He rolled Mikey's hand against his crotch, stroking it back and forth.

"Don't you want it?" said Pedro. "Don't you want to taste a real cock? A Latin cock? Get a lick of it?"

"I'm not gay," argued Mikey.

"Why should someone with a tiny cock like you get to say no, anyway?"

"What do you mean?" Mikey stuttered. "Other people like it!"

Mikey immediately realized his mistake. "Other people?" said Pedro with a smirk. "You mean like Owen? The boy whose cock you suck?"

Pedro suddenly let go of Mikey's hand and walked to a night table. He picked up his phone. "Last chance. Are you going to follow me and do what I say, or am I going to send this video out?" He looked straight at Mikey.

"I'm not doing anything crazy," said Mikey. "I'm not."

"But you're my bitch, right?"

Pedro's finger moved, hovering over a button. The older boy's cock seemed to throb just at the words, and a heavy silence hung over them as Mikey stared, his eyes narrowing. He felt sick to his stomach. His knees were shaking and he felt a tingling in his fingertips.

"P-please," said Mikey, "I'll… I'll give you my video games if you stop."

"Rich white boy trying to bribe me? You think I don't see what's going on?"

"Please…"

"You're my little-ass faggot bitch, ain't you?"

Mikey's vision was narrowing. He felt himself shaking. He knew the right thing was to leave. He also knew that would make the rest of his life a living hell.

"Y-yeah," he finally gasped out, deflating.

Pedro looked right at him. "Yeah. Say it," he said softly.

A silent pause. "I'm…" Mikey felt like he was going to faint. "I'm your bitch."

"Damn right. Fuck that was hot. I'm no fag and I'm so fucking turned on by you. C'mere… kiss my cock again. That's your reward, fag-boy. Kiss my cock."

Mikey came forward, his shoulders slumped. He knelt down, puckered his lips, and kissed the cock. Pedro got a photo right as his lips made contact.

"Fuck yeah," said Pedro. "Now come with me, bitch." Holding on to his phone, he walked upstairs. Mikey followed, deeper into the house.

The two boys arrived at Pedro's bedroom. It was a typical messy teenager's room. Clothes and underwear were scattered everywhere. There were posters of soccer players and Latina women on the walls.

"Lie down on the floor."

"Ok." Mikey lowered himself down. He didn't know what this was about, but at least for now he'd do what Pedro said. He had to brush aside socks and shirts and boxers until he had a flat place for himself.

Pedro walked up. He looked even taller from down here, and then the boy placed his socked foot on Mikey's chest, holding the boy down. Mikey felt himself pinned. "Try to get up," Pedro said.

Mikey struggled, but Pedro just pressed harder, forcing Mikey against the floor. Mikey felt even more helpless.

"So how does it feel?" asked the Latino boy. "How does it feel to be my bitch?"

It was finally too much. Mikey, who'd sucked cock four times a day, who'd been hypnotized, who'd sucked in the school bathroom and the park and Jason's house, who'd been on video and shared with thousands of pedophiles around the world… That question broke through and Mikey started to sob there as he lay on the floor. Tears flowed down his face and embarrassment flushed his cheeks.

"Let me go!" he cried.

"Awwww, poor little white boy." Pedro stroked his cock through his boxers.

"I didn't do anything to you!"

"You're a faggot."

"It's not fair!"

As Mikey stared up at the boy who towered over him, he saw Pedro pull his cock out through the gap in his boxers. It hovered above him, throbbing in the air.

"Does baby white boy want to go home?"

"Stop it… stop calling me that…"

Pedro stroked the length of his cock, his nimble, amber hands rubbing back and forth along the throbbing skin. "Does baby white boy want to beg?"

"Let me go!"

Pedro stroked. Mikey looked up as a giant drop of precum oozed out of the straining cock, falling slowly, still connected by a thin, glistening strand. It lowered like on a bungee cord until the strand snapped and then it fell, plopping down onto Mikey's neck.

"Maybe I will," said Pedro. "Say you're my bitch."

Mikey looked up, gasping, red-faced. He felt the precum drying on his pale white skin. "I'm… I'm your bitch," he sobbed, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Say it again," said Pedro. "Say you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch." Another drop of precum fell onto Mikey's skin.

"Say `I'm your little white baby bitch.'"

Mikey looked up, his face contorting in sadness. "Why are you doing this?"

Pedro pressed down hard, his foot pushing down on the younger boy's chest. "Say it." He feigned sobbing, imitating Mikey's higher-pitch voice. "`I'm your little white baby bitch.'"

Mikey stared up. His body was wracked with sobs. "I'm your little…" he said. He gasped for air. "…white baby bitch," he finished lamely.

"Say it for real."

"I'm your little white baby bitch!" Mikey called out.

"Fuck," moaned Pedro. "Fuck yeah. Yeah you are." Suddenly he dropped to his knees, his cock hanging over Mikey's head, bulging in the younger boy's vision. "Yeah you are."

Pedro grabbed his cock and gently swung it over Mikey's face. Mikey's eyes tracked it, left, then right, left, right. It was hard and throbbing. Another drop of precum fell, this time landing on Mikey's cheek. He felt it slowly slide off, mixing with his tears.

"Don't you like it, bitch?"

"I don't — "

"I said, don't you like it, BITCH?"

"Yes," said Mikey. He nodded lamely. "Yeah I do."

"That's right," said Pedro. He held the cock above Mikey's face. "You get a reward. Kiss my cock."

Mikey felt so humiliated. He would offer himself to Jason forever if this moment would just end. More tears fell down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, raised his head off the ground, puckered his lips, and kissed the cock.

Pedro chuckled, closing his eyes in pure, devilish delight. He took his cock and swung it into Mikey's left cheek. It only stung a little bit, but it was so humiliating. "Don't you want to suck it, faggot?"

"I'm not a faggot!" cried Mikey.

"Yes you are," said Pedro. "Aren't you? Aren't you a faggot who sucks cock?" It swung out again, this time hitting Mikey's right cheek. The boy yelped, even though it didn't really hurt.

"I…"

"SAY IT!" He swung his cock again, back into Mikey's left cheek. He'd always hated the arrogant white boy who thought he was better than everyone else, but this had gone beyond that. He'd discovered a side of himself he never knew and he was taking pleasure in owning this other boy.

"I'm…" said Mikey… "I'm a faggot." His mind was swirling. Was he? He didn't like it, but…

"Yeah," said Pedro. He swung his cock again, hitting the right cheek for the second time. "Let's see how big your little cock is. It's not as big as mine, is it?"

"N-no…" said Mikey.

"Pull down your pants."

Mikey stared up. He was humiliated, and angry, and exhausted, and he felt so used. But something in him replied differently. "No," he said.

"No?" asked Pedro. "Really, white boy baby bitch? You want everyone to see what you are?"

"I… I'll… I'll suck your cock," said Mikey. "I will. I'll do it. But I'm not taking off my clothes."

"Oh yeah?" said Pedro. "Then I guess I'll have to send the video out."

"Then no more cocksucking," said Mikey. "Maybe we'll move or something, but then you don't get what you want, either."

Pedro looked down at Mikey. The boy had stopped crying, though streaks of tears still ran down his cheeks. There was more fire in that boy than he realized. "Fine," he said. "Bitch."

Mikey took a relieved breath. He had some power left. Some decency.

"So," said Pedro, "what do you think. Does a bitch like you deserve a cock like mine?"

Pedro planted his cock on the tip of Mikey's nose. Mikey felt it throb against the soft cartilage. Even more precum leaked down, and he felt the drop slide down the side of his nostril. He tried not to breathe in.

"Well?"

Mikey shrugged. "I'll do it," he said.

"Uh-uh, that wasn't what I asked, fag-boy. Do you DESERVE it?" asked Pedro. "You know it's the biggest in my grade."

Mikey stared back. He bit his lip. It wasn't that bad, he wouldn't have to get naked, it really wasn't that bad…

"Do you?"

Mikey had learned enough to give an answer. "I guess it's up to you."

"Fuck yeah it is. And I'm feeling nice. You're in for a treat."

Mikey looked up blankly.

"You've been so good, fag-boy. Made me fucking horny, so let me give you your reward. Give it a lick, Mikey." The dick hovered above the boy's face.

Mikey swallowed. This was it. He knew what was about to happen. He was about to lose control of himself. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but it wasn't going to be good.

And yet.

He'd done this before, Mikey told himself. This wasn't anything new. He'd be fine. It'd be just like the other times…

Mikey was shaking. But…

He ran his tongue through his mouth, then stuck it out, and feeling the teenage cock above him, he ran the tip of his tongue along its length.

"Yeah, bitch," whispered Pedro to himself. The teen closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt the subservient boy's lick. His cock throbbed and he thrust his hips forward. "Yeah."

Of course, he didn't know what was happening in the mind of the boy beneath him.

Mikey looked up at the cock hanging above him. He hated Pedro. He hated what he was doing. He hated what he'd been made to do. But in the boy's mind, no matter how much he fought off the thought, no matter how much he girded his defenses to keep it from happening, he couldn't stop his mind from bending and twisting under the command that had been placed within it. He knew the thought was fake, he KNEW it, and yet… and yet…

Mikey needed to make Pedro happy.

To make him cum.

Resistance faded away. Humiliation? Irrelevant. Hatred? Who cares. Mikey even knew that his need to make Pedro happy had been programmed into him by someone else, and he couldn't bring himself to even spend time thinking about it. If the house was burning down around them, Mikey would still be trying to make Pedro cum.

And so Mikey reached up and grabbed Pedro's throbbing cock. They were two straight middle school boys, but one was mind-controlled and the other was on a power trip. The twelve-year-old gave the thirteen-year-old's 5" [13 cm] cock another lick. And not just any lick: it was big and slobbery as he flattened his tongue against it. After all, he'd trained himself for this.

"Hey there white boy," cried Pedro. "I didn't tell you to do that."

"Sorry," said Mikey as he looked up with wide eyes at the other boy. What would make Pedro happiest? Would it be for Mikey to keep licking and sucking? Or…

"I couldn't help myself," said Mikey, softly. He blushed. He felt small and used and humiliated, but maybe Pedro would like what he said and then it would be worth it. (But maybe, hoped a part of Mikey's mind, Pedro still wouldn't think he was a…)

"I thought so, faggot." Pedro smiled.

Swirling around in Mikey's mind, he knew the torment he'd face if this ever got out in school. If his pastor ever found out. He knew how he felt about what was happening. He had all those thoughts, but they felt unimportant, not worth his time, when there was a teenage dick swinging above his face.

"I am a faggot," he whispered, his blush intensifying furiously. "Please," he said, sounding like a little kid, "can I have more?" He couldn't believe he was saying this… being like this…

"You like it?" said Pedro, with a smirk. His cock throbbed.

Mikey nodded. He was making Pedro happy, so nothing else mattered. How Mikey felt didn't matter. "I… I really like your cock," he said. "It's the biggest in your grade, right?"

"Fuck," said Pedro. "I knew it. I knew you were a little faggot." His face had gone red, but he couldn't believe this little slut. One year below him and more of a slut than Cindy Jacobson! Yeah, Pedro was straight, but fuck he liked having this servile little boy slutting around for him.

"All right," he said. "I'll let you lick it one more time. We'll see if you earn more."

Don't say it… thought Mikey. Don't say it!

"Th-thank you, sir," said Mikey.

And then the boy reached out with his tongue, eagerly running it along the cock. Instead of just one lick he started to rub it back and forth, up and down along the shaft. It tasted different from the brothers. The smell was stronger somehow, too. More overpowering. Mikey felt a visceral dislike, but he held it in, because making Pedro happy was more important.

"Whoa!" said Pedro. "I said one lick."

"Sorry…" said Mikey, stopping. He whimpered, needily, and Pedro had no idea that it was faked. "I like it so much," Mikey heard himself say.

"Yeah, yeah," said Pedro. "Let's see… I wonder if you deserve to suck more." He stood there, cock glistening with the younger boy's saliva.

"Please…" said Mikey.

"You want it?" said Pedro.

"Y-yeah," lied Mikey, blushing even more.

"Tell me what you like about my monster cock," said Pedro. Mikey's eyes tracked it as it came down, slapping him on the cheek again. It stung, just a little.

"It's…" said Mikey. "It's big and… nice," he said. "It's different, it's like, a Hispanic cock."

"And?" Another slap.

"I, uhhhh…" said Mikey, "I like the way it tastes." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"And it's better than Owen's right? Better than any other cock you've sucked?" Another slap.

Mikey winced at the impact, but he nodded. He felt so small right now. So exposed, more exposed than even when he was with Jason, even when Jason made him get naked.

"All right, little bitch," said Pedro. His thighs came together in excitement, squeezing Mikey a bit between them. "I think you've earned it. Open wide for your lollipop." God, this fucking little sixth-grader… thought Pedro.

Mikey, like a good little boy, opened his mouth. Pedro looked down at the soft, red, moist hole, and he thought to himself that this wasn't so bad. Not as good as a woman, but he'd happily use this boy when he felt like it. This submissive little faggot, this white boy deserved what he got. He LIKED it.

Mikey held his mouth wide, letting the teenage dick slide into him. As soon as it touched down, he started to work his tongue, soft and wet, as it slid over the teenager's needy dick. "Ooooooh fuuuuuuuck…" moaned Pedro as the boy pleasured him. "Fuck you're good… better than… Carol Heckscher…" (Carol was an eighth grader, and Pedro hadn't actually had sex with her or anyone else before. But he wasn't about to tell this cocksucking sixth grader that. It rankled him that, in some sense, Mikey had lost his virginity first…)

Pedro's cock dipped in and out of Mikey's mouth. It was different, thought Mikey, from Jason and Owen. In smell and texture and more. But that didn't stop him; Mikey grabbed the cock with his hand, guiding it in deeper. He held the tip with his mouth, running his tongue along the glans.

"Fuck!" cried the teen at the sensations. "I'm not gay and fuck!"

Jason had hypnotized him. Mikey hated what he'd become, and was furious with Jason for what he did, but at least Jason KNEW that Mikey was actually straight. Pedro… Pedro thought Mikey really liked this. That this was the real boy. That he was a faggot.

Whatever, thought Mikey, the thought already disappearing. Sealing the tip of the dick with his lips, Mikey held it in his mouth, sucking hard, pulling on it, squeezing it. Pedro gasped at the feeling. Mikey, forced to act like a little slut, moaned in fake desire for the cock in his mouth. He knew he was presenting himself as just a pathetic little gay boy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And with Owen it was something else too. Owen knew this wasn't the real Mikey. And he cared for Mikey, sort-of. Sometimes Mikey thought he really did. Pedro didn't care for Mikey at all. He was just using him. Using his slut.

Mikey moaned again because he knew Pedro would like it. He moved his head back a moment, letting Pedro's erection hang there in front of him. "I love your cock so much," he said, and then he leaned forward, taking it into his mouth again. He bobbed his head back and forth along it and Pedro cried out.

"Bitch!" said Pedro. (Your new favorite word, you stupid jerk, Mikey thought to himself.) "Yeah bitch," he repeated, "take it deeper!"

Pedro, Mikey knew, actually thought he was gay, that he was a faggot, that he liked this. He found himself blushing again, humiliated in ways that he never was with Jason and Owen, even after all the times he'd sucked cock so far.

And yet.

Mikey deep-throated the dick, grabbing Pedro's ass and pushing him forward so the angle was right in his throat. Now Pedro knew how experienced he was. When he had it all the way in, he looked up at Pedro with wide eyes and made the expression he knew would turn the teen on even more: he smirked.

"Ohhhhh fuck!"

Mikey felt exposed like he never had before, even when he'd been naked. Even on camera, even when his body had been shown off online to thousands of pedophiles. (Oh, God, what had happened to him?) This was different. It was personal. It was all about power.

Pedro's power.

Mikey let some of the dick out, to get his breath back, as he started to massage it with his tongue. Pedro rocked his hips forward and back.

"Pull out," called Pedro after a moment.

Mikey did. He managed to look sad. "Awwww, c'mon," he said. "Your cock is sooooo good."

"Yeah, bitch," said Pedro. "Best you've ever had, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Mikey with a smile.

"Do you want to drink cum? A real man's cum?"

Mikey nodded shyly.

"Latino cum?"

"Yes," said Mikey breathlessly, as he felt any trace of dignity disappear. "Yes, please… give me your Latino cum!"

"How much do you want it?"

"I want it a lot!" said Mikey. Pedro just stared at him, and then he realized what he had to do.

This was personal. It was about power. It was about Mikey submitting himself to the bully.

He'd never get over this.

"Please," he begged. He opened his eyes wide, puppy-dog eyes up at the older teen. "Please," he gasped again, "I'm just a little white-boy faggot… please let me drink your Latino cum," he said. He lifted his head up, licking the throbbing cock for emphasis. "I… it's all I want… let me drink it… please, sir…"

Pedro looked down at him. The teen's smile was wide, genuine. Ecstatic. "Yeah, fag-boy," he said. "Do it."

With his new permission, Mikey immediately lifted his head and started sucking. It'd be over soon, he told himself. He rolled his tongue back and forth, licking and sucking with new force, bobbing his head up and down. "Sooo biiiig," he mumbled, muffled by the cock. "Give me your cum, Pedro, give it to me…"

"Oh yeah… you'll get what you deserve, Mikey!"

Pedro's body twisted and jerked, the thirteen-year-old moaning in pleasure as he lost his virginity to a younger boy instead of an older girl. At last, with a wave of pleasure that blew the teenager's mind, his cum started to spurt out into the younger boy's mouth. Wave after wave after wave of it.

"Fuck yeah," said Pedro. Cum still spurted out, and the cock kept throbbing even as it had mostly dried up. Finally Pedro leaned back as Mikey swallowed the teenager's spunk, feeling it go down to his belly where it would mix with Owen's cum and Jason's cum. "I wish I'd known you were a faggot like this sooner."

Mikey held on to the cock, holding Pedro there while he cleaned it off with his tongue. Only then did he allow Pedro to move away. Pedro watched curiously as he did it.

"You're a total fag," he finally said, as he stood up, finally giving Mikey some freedom of motion.

The abused boy sat himself up, shuffling a little bit away from the older boy. He sighed. He didn't even know how to fight it anymore, didn't know how to get away from this. He just thought to himself, privately, that Owen's cock might be a bit smaller, but Owen definitely made more cum. He ought to say THAT out loud. But he knew better, even if his mind control had ended for now.

"I think we're done, don't you?" said Pedro, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and lying back on his bed. He turned to look possessively at the other boy. "I'll text you when I want you over next."

"Yeah," said Mikey, "we'll see."

"We both know you'll come," said Pedro. "You have to. And we both know you want my cock."

Mikey didn't know what to say. He pulled himself up. There was a drop of precum on his shirt. Head bowed, he walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door.

He stood there in the open air for just a moment. He was used, and discarded, and there was nothing he could do about it. He could still feel the taste of Pedro's cum in his throat, the soreness from the work he'd done.

Yeah, he thought. Owen made more cum. And it tasted better, too.

He shivered at that thought. And then, as fast as he could, he ran off of Pedro's porch, across his yard, and out to the street. Away. Just away.

Chapter 9
Staying Strong

It was six in the evening. Mikey walked aimlessly around the neighborhood, thinking.

He'd sucked cock four times so far that day. Four. He'd knelt in that side room twice to suck Owen's cock. He'd sucked Jason's cock in the clearing. And then Pedro's cock at his house.

A normal boy Mikey's age would just be developing his sexuality. Learning about it. And Mikey had been behind a normal boy when it came to sexuality… he'd even avoided masturbation. He'd felt, maybe, the slightest stirring towards girls, but that was it. He'd avoided it, avoided his friends talking about it, instead throwing himself into sports and games and jokes.

And now he was probably the most experienced cocksucker in school.

Definitely the most famous online.

Mikey felt a tear go down his cheek. He felt the trail of liquid drying in the cooling night air. He'd already cried too many tears that day, he told himself, but it didn't help.

He was so exposed. He had no privacy anymore, nothing to just himself, nothing… secret. Jason could control his actions. Videos of him naked, of him having sex, had been posted online. Pedro had a video of him sucking another boy in the school toilets, and he could distribute it at any moment. Mikey might as well walk down the street naked. With an erection. With a sign that said "look at me." It was like everyone could see him anyway. Worse.

Mikey wanted to fight back. To do something to make it stop, not to be so pathetic, not to just let it happen… but what could he do? Whenever he tried to think of something, his brain wouldn't let him. He was programmed. His own thoughts just weren't his own anymore.

He tried to calm himself down. He tried, but he couldn't. There was a patch of woods between some houses with bigger properties, and Mikey snuck in, hid under a tree, and just cried. He just let it out, tears flowing down his cheeks, onto his knees, dripping into the ground. He stayed like that for ten, maybe fifteen minutes.

When he finally got up, as he wiped the new tears from his face, he made a vow. Jason, Owen, Pedro… they'd never see this. They'd never know he cried. He'd never cry in front of them again.

There might be nothing he could do to stop them, but at least he could stop feeling weak.

Slowly, he went home. He only had a few hours before he had to report to Jason's.

* * *

"Mikey!" called his mom as he shut the door behind him. "You're late!"

"Sorry mom," he yelled back. He'd cleaned his face and hidden his tears. "I hung out with some friends after Frisbee." He hated lying to his mom. He'd tried so hard to avoid it all this time, but it was no good.

"Your dinner's getting cold," she said. "We already ate. Please don't be late again."

"I won't, mom," he said, knowing that too might be a lie. He went and fetched his dinner, and took it to his room to eat. He knew he had a duty remaining. He had to study cocksucking for the night. And so, completing one more command, eating his dinner by his computer, he loaded up some porn.

He finally finished eating at 9pm, and he felt like he'd done enough cocksucking study. Even though it was a Friday night, he got out his homework; that was the best he could do to return to normalcy, or at least pretend to.

* * *

Mikey got to Jason's house early and waited outside. He tried to calm himself. The whole day had been… he'd had school, he'd sucked Owen twice and Jason once and Pedro once but in the most humiliating way imaginable, he'd been dominated by a seventh-grader, his mom was mad that he got home late and then he ate his dinner alone while watching porn so he could get even better at cocksucking…

This isn't me, Mikey thought to himself. Is it? Jason's words flowed through his head. "My little slut." "You're my bitch," Pedro had told him. What even was he any more?

Mikey tamped down his thoughts. He'd promised himself that Jason was not going to see him vulnerable, or weak, or crying. He didn't know how this day would end, what humiliating and sexual things he'd have to do, but Mikey Andrews was not going to cry. He was going to close himself off and not give Jason that satisfaction. So when the time came, at exactly 11:30, Mikey took a deep breath, walked up, and knocked. He kept his face neutral, even if the sound of his echoing knock felt weird, weak. His heart was racing when Owen opened the door.

"Hey," said the teen.

"Hey."

The boys looked at each other quietly. Mikey was still mad, but the look on Owen's face was nervous. Scared. "So what am I doing tonight?" Mikey finally asked.

"I… I dunno for sure. Jason didn't say." Owen had dropped his head, mumbling softly, his feet crossing awkwardly over each other. "But, um, I think he's set up with the camera."

"Yeah," said Mikey, his voice low, "great." He finally came inside and Owen closed the door behind him; Mikey couldn't help feeling trapped, like his route of escape was being closed off. Not that he'd take it.

The twelve-year-old pushed his shoes off his feet, leaving them with tied shoelaces. Everything was weirdly normal, a normal suburban house on a quiet street late at night. Or, at least, that's what it looked like.

But Mikey knew he'd suck cock this night. He knew he was going to be filmed, and shown off to pedophiles around the world, naked and worse.

"I'm r-really sorry," said Owen.

Mikey picked up the shoes to put them on the rack. As he started to go up the stairs, wearing shorts and a t-shirt and socks that he knew would not last long, he felt Owen's hand on his shoulder.

"Was it all right? With Pedro?"

"He made me suck his cock," answered Mikey matter-of-factly. "And he, uh, called me a faggot and stuff."

Owen nodded, looking down at the ground. "Yeah."

"I'm not a faggot."

"I know," said Owen.

"I'm a normal kid. Or I was."

Owen nodded, but didn't say anything back.

"Anyway." Mikey was about to continue up the stairs when Owen interrupted.

"You should know, Jason's been all excited about tonight. And he keeps asking me what I want you to do. I don't say anything, but… but he keeps asking."

"Ok," replied Mikey. After another pause, he headed upstairs, and Owen followed.

* * *

"There are my two little lovebirds!" cried Jason as they arrived. Both Mikey and Owen blushed at that, for different reasons, and Jason smiled at the embarrassed kids. He got up from his computer and walked over, putting his arm around his little brother. "Are you ready for tonight?" he asked with a smirk.

"I guess so," replied Owen.

"Bro, c'mon!" said Jason. "You've got the object of your desires right here in this room, and he'll do anything we tell him to do. Do you know how many guys would kill for this chance?"

Owen shrugged. He glanced at Mikey, who stood there awkwardly as the older boys talked about what they would do with him.

"We could have him strip for you," said Jason. "Maybe do a dance. Maybe jack himself off. Maybe even finger himself. Whaddaya want to see? Mikey will do anything!"

"It's… it's fine, really." But Mikey saw the tent in Owen's shorts.

"He could suck you off, on camera. Or lick your feet." Jason had placed his hands on Owen's shoulders. "Whatever you want, Owen. Just say it."

Owen looked to Mikey, then looked back at Jason. He shook his head meekly.

"C'mon! Bro, I'm giving this to you. What do you want?"

"N-nothing," insisted Owen.

Suddenly, Jason seemed to flare in anger. He grabbed Owen's shoulders and shoved him. "You think you're better than me?" he said.

"N-no," said Owen, reeling back. The boy seemed to shrink into himself at his older brother's assault.

"That's right, you're not. You're weak, Owen! You've got to stand up for yourself or everyone'll just walk all over you." Jason paused, and he seemed to take a step back. "Don't you get it? I'm offering this to you, you little pussy!"

"It's fine," insisted Owen. He sounded angry, but he looked close to tears. "Just stop!"

Jason's eyes flared again, seeming to get angry, but then he deflated. "Ugh," exclaimed the older teen. "I can't believe we're related to each other." He motioned to his computer. "C'mon, Mikey. Maybe Owen will get some ideas for what he wants while we have some real fun."

Mikey looked from one brother to the other. "What are we doing tonight?" he finally ventured, scared of Jason's response.

Jason's mood, though, seemed to improve in an instant, and he laughed. "Whaddaya think?"

"I mean…" Mikey blushed softly. "I know. I know what we do. I mean, what specifically?"

"Come on," said Jason, waving the boy over. "I told you to come over here."

Mikey didn't really have a choice, and he stepped forward. The older teen had that child porn board loaded, the same one where he'd made Mikey post his own video. Right at the top of a thread, there was a screenshot of Mikey's face. Smiling.

"Look at that, Mikey," said Jason, standing up behind the twelve-year-old. Mikey flinched as Jason's hands gripped his shoulders and started to massage him, fingers sensuously pressing into him through his t-shirt. "Unlike my useless brother, these men know how to take what they want. Do you see how many views there are?"

Mikey blanched as he saw.

"Yeah, that's right. How many?" asked Jason.

"Two…" said Mikey, slowly. "Two thousand, three hundred, and eighty-eight…"

"Since yesterday," added Jason.

"Fuck," commented Owen.

"Ya like that, bro?" called Jason. "Over two thousand people who watched your little loverboy here jack off, watched him suck you… watched your cock throbbing in his mouth…"

"N-no…" stuttered Owen.

"Thousands of people who probably came watching the two of you."

Mikey stood frozen in place as Jason's hands continued massaging his shoulders. Again they were just talking about him like he wasn't even there.

"S-stop it," said Owen. "Stop bothering him."

"Should I?" Jason called back. "Is that what you want?"

Owen nodded.

"You don't want him to keep sucking you?" Jason paused. "You don't want his mouth around your cock? You don't want him to make another hot video for everyone to see? Something you can watch, at night, before you go to bed?"

Mikey jumped. Had Owen been watching his videos? Jerking off to him?

"C'mon… c'mon, please, Jason…"

"You fucking useless little shit, stop being so soft. Stop denying what you want!" Jason was yelling it now across the room, heedless of parents or others who might hear him. "You're getting hard just thinking about it."

"It's not fair!" replied Owen.

"To who?" replied Jason. "To your little loverboy?"

"Jason, j-just let him go, please! I don't want it!"

"Yes, you fucking do!" called Jason, turning around, letting go of Mikey's shoulders. He stomped over to his brother. "Listen to me, Owen," he said. "I know you want this, all right? Just say it." He almost looked pleading. "Just take what you want."

Owen just stared up at his brother.

"Damn it! You're gonna take it even if I have to make you into nothing but a horny little dog to do it. Now jerk off, bro."

"Nooooo…" muttered Owen. But his hand went to his shorts and he started stroking himself. Mikey didn't even notice this casual use of Jason's power, didn't even realize what command had been implanted into the teenage boy, because he was turned towards the screen. The number of views had already ticked up by five more. Meanwhile, Owen started to feel desire and need rising within him as he was forced to pleasure himself.

Jason walked back over to Mikey. "You know, he said, "all those guys, they probably shared it with their friends. They probably downloaded it, have it saved, watched it over and over. Reposted it to other boards." He paused. "Thousands and thousands of guys all watching you over and over. Spreading your video all over the internet."

Mikey heard Owen's moans of desire behind him, need rising further in the teen as his cock swelled. Meanwhile Jason reached down and casually grabbed Mikey's own erection, which was already helplessly hard from the lack of release, from watching the porn, and even just from being here. Mikey desperately hoped tonight would be quick, that he'd be able to cum and go home.

"Mikey Likes It," continued Jason as he held the boy's cock. "A little meme of the pedo world."

So many people had seen him sink so deeply into sin. They'd seen him naked, and jacking off, and sucking. He fought to hold back his tears as Jason jerked him.

"I wonder," continued Jason, "if anyone's gonna pass you on the street. If they're gonna recognize the boy from the video. If they're gonna know what you do now."

Mikey stood there sullenly. Jason would not see him cry. "Please stop," he whispered softly.

"Sorry, kid," Jason replied. "But you're mine now. My own little… slut." That word hadn't stopped hurting, and Mikey shivered. Jason's slut, Pedro's bitch. "But don't you like it?"

"No…" squeaked Mikey. He could hear Owen, still jerking off, still moaning as he watched.

Jason snaked his arms around the kid's body, reaching for his nipples and starting to fondle them. Mikey whimpered, falling back against the teen as arousal started to flow through him. He felt his cock, already hard, start to throb.

"Don't you?" taunted Jason. "Don't you now?"

"I don't want this," said Mikey, but his body was betraying him. He shook helplessly in arousal and felt feelings of warmth flow through his body; his hard, aching cock pulsed with the beating of his heart.

"Don't you want to cum?" Jason asked, almost cooing the words. His arms were encircling Mikey, his fingers prodding and massaging tiny nipples. Mikey couldn't help himself and he moaned in pleasure. Owen, still commanded to jerk off and now watching this show, moaned along with him.

"Please just let me," mumbled the overwhelmed Mikey. "Just let me finish quick tonight…"

"Sorry, kid," Jason answered. "You have to work for every bit of your drippy little cum."

"Uhhhh," replied Mikey. He nestled his tiny body into Jason's as terrible hunger overtook his mind. His commands made the stimulation of his nipples almost more than he could bear, his body swelling with feelings of arousal that were just too much for someone so young. He moaned, his mouth open, his tongue hanging out as the programmed sensations overtook him. He needed more. He wanted more. He pressed himself against Jason, feeling the teenager's larger body holding him tight.

Jason ran his hands over the boy's shirt. He felt soft, warm skin beneath it. He could feel the muscles of Mikey's arms, strong from all his Frisbee playing, loosening as the boy melted in pleasure. Jason's cock jumped as he thought of everything Mikey would do that night. He smiled as he felt the nubile little body, as the boy, eyes closed, pressed against him in need.

"Whaddaya think, Owen," Jason called, gentling rocking Mikey's body back and forth. "Is he hot?"

"I… I…"

"Just answer me!"

"Y-yeah…" Owen admitted.

Owen was rocking back and forth in his own arousal, an arousal that could find no release. Jason's commands, unbeknownst to Mikey, swirled in the teen's brain as well, blocking Owen's cum. The three boys, all at different ages, each pulsed in that room with their own need, but only one of them was in control of his release.

Jason turned, making Mikey turn with him, so now the boy faced towards Owen. Owen could see Mikey's limp form as it leaned into Jason's body, desperate for more contact, more stimulation. He could see the boy moaning with desire, head lolling as waves of pleasure emanated from those artificially over-sensitized nipples. He could see Mikey's boner tenting out from his pants. But most of all, as he saw Mikey's trim body snuggle into Jason's touch, he felt jealousy. He wanted, so badly, to hold Mikey. To make him feel better.

"What do you want to see him do?"

"I don't know," Owen said. But he did know.

"Should I make him a performer?" said Jason. "Should we see him show off?"

"I don't…"

"Should I? Do you want me to, Owen?"

Owen shook his head. His cock was so hard…

"C'mon, bro," taunted Jason. Mikey, head swirling, still moaned softly from the touch; he still snuggled into Jason's body. He even pushed out his chest for more of that sensation, more of that feeling that he was programmed to need. His mind couldn't even pretend to control his desire any more. "Don't you have the backbone to stand up for what you want? Say it. Say what you want. Take it."

Owen moaned as he jerked himself. Mikey moaned as his nipples were fondled. Jason's cock pulsed against Mikey's back while he stared at Owen.

"Don't be a pussy!" he insisted. "Say it. Say it!"

"Ok!" cried Owen.

"Ok what?"

Owen panicked. He wanted to cuddle, but Jason wouldn't let that happen… he desperately searched his mind for something to say. "Ok… m-make him a… a performer."

"Fuck yeah," said Jason. "That's right, Owen. That's good. Baby steps. We're going to make Mikey into a performer."

Jason pushed Mikey away and Mikey stumbled; the twelve-year-old's mind was confused and overwhelmed. The sensation had stopped, and his programming taught him to seek it out. To need it. "Noooo," the preteen boy whimpered, feeling pathetic but needing it all the more. "Keep going."

It was a moment later that his brain started to process the conversation he'd heard. He remembered what Jason had said, and what Owen had said. Mikey didn't know why it hurt so much that the request came from Owen, but he knew that what happened next was inevitable.

Still, he didn't cry.

He hadn't cried.

Despite what was about to happen, despite all of the humiliation he'd endured and all that he was about to feel, despite sensation after sensation that he'd had against his will, he hadn't shown Jason his weakness. And so, as the inevitable came, he managed to feel a bit of pride. It was something, at least.

"I'm sorry," said Owen, softly.

"Shut up!" Jason yelled at him. Then he turned to Mikey. "Be a performer, Mikey," he said.

A quiet "uhhhhhhhh…" escaped the boy's lips. Again his mind was changing underneath him. A familiar pattern: the need to show off for Jason and Owen and all the pedos online, the desperate need for their approval. He knew he was about to be exposed and embarrassed and reduced to a sex object for thousands of people who would watch him. But at least… at least they hadn't seen him weak.

Chapter 10
The Performance of a Lifetime

Mikey squared his shoulders, and he turned to face the older teen as the command took full hold. The twelve-year-old smiled and took a step forward. When Mikey would show off in class, when he'd hear the other kids laugh at a joke or smile at some gimmick of his, he'd always think "I got them." It made him feel good, proud, important. Now, he looked down and he saw the older boys' erections, and he thought, "I got them." He had those same feelings, pride and importance, at seeing his effect on them. They'd be like putty in his hands.

Gently, Mikey gave his hips a little push. "Do you like me?" he asked Jason.

"What do you think?"

"Yeah," moaned Mikey softly. He took another slow step. His voice imitated the porn he'd recently started watching. "I think you do."

This was the first time the once-chaste twelve-year-old had ever tried to seduce someone, and at first he didn't know what to do, but again his porn diet gave him an idea. He stepped right up to Jason, turned himself around, and pushed his ass right back into Jason's body. "Oooooooooh," cooed the boy, "is that boner for me?"

Jason moaned to feel the boy-sex-object he'd created happily molesting himself. "Yeah," he confirmed. Mikey smiled wider and pressed his ass in slow, powerful circles against Jason's crotch. As Jason moaned again, his boner sent jolts of pleasure through Mikey's controlled mind. He wants me, thought Mikey proudly, thoughts he never would have had before. I am so special!

But there was another target for Mikey, and the little performer had his whole audience in mind. Owen was standing there, still jerking himself off at Jason's command, panting, even drooling a little. The horny teen eyed Mikey desperately, trying to contain his need. And so Mikey stepped towards Owen, leaving Jason's dick unattended. Even so, he didn't forget to shake his ass in Jason's direction.

"And you," he said to Owen, "you wanted me to be a performer. You said so." Mikey knew the boy would melt in a second. Owen needed him so badly.

Indeed, desire and dismay warred within the young teen. His and Mikey's whole lives had been transformed into a world of sex and need. He knew this version of Mikey wasn't real but he was so alluring. Owen's hand still slid back and forth along his crotch, stroking through his pants, compelled by his brother's command. Meanwhile, Mikey's own bulge showed in his shorts.

"I'm sorry," gasped Owen. Even Owen didn't know if that was a lie right now.

"I bet you wish I was sucking you right now," continued Mikey.

Owen nodded, eyes wide.

Mikey walked slowly towards the boy. He got right up next to Owen, and then he leaned forward, his face just inches away. Owen's wet, panting breath slid along Mikey's forehead, while Owen felt Mikey's warm heat, so close and so, so soft. "I bet you do," said Mikey softly. He reached down and grabbed Owen's bulge.

"UHHHHHH!" cried the young teen, need overwhelming him as his knees almost buckled. He needed release so badly and he also couldn't cum. Not without Mikey sucking him.

Jason saw his moment. "That's right, Owen! Should Mikey suck you off?"

Owen turned his head from Jason to Mikey and back. He wanted it so badly. He needed it. When he looked at Mikey, his heart was filled with desire…

But also with love.

Owen knew he should say no. He knew he should protect Mikey who was so helpless, not himself. But all of Owen's body and hormones were desperate for that release. He stared ahead, not moving, not talking.

He wants me so much, thought Mikey, his own boner throbbing, his own pride filling his mind. Mikey took his hand, extended a finger, and slid it slowly along Owen's chest.

Owen felt himself start to cry.

Mikey's hand reached down to Owen's bulge again and gave it a stroke.

And, with a gasp, Owen nodded again.

"Yeah," said Jason, seeing his brother's weakness. "Say it."

Mikey's hand stayed on Owen's bulge. "Yes," croaked the teen, his hips humping into Mikey's hand. He was going to cum as soon as Mikey's lips touched his dick, he knew it.

"Say it," repeated Jason.

Owen turned to Mikey. "I'm s-sorry," he said quietly. "I k-know it's not you." And then he turned to Jason, and he said, "I… I want M-Mikey to suck me. P-please."

"Yes!" cried Mikey the Performer, his pleasure genuine, his sense of accomplishment real, if programmed. His audience loved him. Mikey dropped to his knees eagerly and shuffled up to Owen, his hands reaching for Owen's pants. If only more people could see this. If only he had a bigger audience. And so the boy gave the suggestion himself: "Wanna film me, Jason?" he called. "I bet they'd like it!"

Owen gasped, trembling as he looked down at the boy whose hands fumbled with his zipper and as he thought about having this posted…

"No," said Jason. "No, Mikey, stand up."

"What?" cried Owen. His mouth hung open and a whimper escaped from his mouth as Mikey retreated from his pants as the tent throbbed.

"Awwwwwww," said Mikey. "C'mon!"

"Owen, there is no fucking way you get off after being such a pussy. You need to learn. Next time, you take it when you have the chance!"

Owen turned away, his face dropping.

Mikey brought himself back to his feet. The performing boy stepped up to Owen, reached down, and gave Owen a stroke through his pants. "Maybe next time," he said.

"All right, all right," said Jason. "Mikey, c'mon."

Mikey backed away from Owen. "If I can't suck him," said the little performer, "can we make the next video?" He wanted to hurry up, to show off, to get naked so people could see him! Ideas had been going through his mind for what he'd do next… how he'd get them hard…

"You got it, you little pervert," said Jason, excited by the needy boy.

"Yeah!" cried the performer. The insult had washed over him and done nothing. He just ran to the center of the room, jumping in the air like a little kid. His thoughts were overwhelmed with pleasure at the idea of getting people excited for him, at starring in more pornography. He wanted more views, more comments. He jiggled his hips as he waited. "Let's go!"

Jason smirked. "Hold your horses."

"But you know how much I want it!" cried Mikey. "You MADE me want it! All you ever do is deny me!" Two thousand three hundred and ninety-three people… he'd get more this time. He'd get way more! Mikey jiggled his hips excitedly. Owen moaned, ignored.

"Someone's a little perv," joked Jason.

"Only because SOMEONE made me this way!"

"Tell you what, Mikey," said Jason. "Pull on that dick a couple times for me."

Without hesitation, the boy reached down and tugged through his shorts. His bulge twitched as he grinned and thrust it in Jason's direction.

"Nice!"

"Well aren't you going to hurry?" whined Mikey, flexing his knees. "I did what you said!"

"Nah, I just wanted to see you jerk yourself."

"You're a jerk!"

"Uh huh."

"So what'm I gonna do?" he asked impatiently. He gently raised his shirt, showing off some of his smooth, luscious belly. "Am I going to strip for them?"

"Of course."

"Mmmm…" Mikey ran a hand around his stomach, the soft skin bending in around his fingers.

"Stop distracting me!" joked Jason.

"It's hard to help it," replied Mikey. He eyed Owen as drool literally ran down the teen's chin.

"See, Owen?" asked Jason, finally taking note of his brother again. "Don't you want him like this? All about turning us on? Whenever we feel like?"

"C'mon!" cried Mikey. "You're keeping the little perv waiting!"

Jason couldn't help laughing at Mikey's unbroken voice talking about himself like that. Finally he had it out, and he brought the camera over to Owen. "All right, bro," he said, "stop jerking off." Owen gasped as he finally took his hand off his throbbing dick, his mind hopelessly flooded in need.

"Next time," continued Jason, "just ask for what you want! Don't be a pussy."

"Yeah, that's for my mouth!" cried performer Mikey. He'd been saving that joke.

Owen, boner still throbbing in his pants, didn't reply to either of them. He just stared down at his feet and blushed, eyeing his throbbing hard dick.

"Now," continued Jason, "film this." He handed the camera to the younger teen, and Owen took it meekly. He had to steady his hands, but finally he pointed it in Mikey's direction and he started it running.

"Am I on?" said Mikey, with a smirk.

"Go on," said Jason, "say hi to your fans."

Mikey took a moment. The boy wanted to show off. He wanted them to like him, to be attracted to him, to know that more people were watching him. He wanted it so badly. But he wasn't sure how to make it happen, until he thought about some of the YouTubers he liked. He had fans, like them. He was popular, like them. He had lots of views. And while part of him was deeply disturbed by that, it wasn't the performer part. The performer part wanted, needed those fans. He decided he'd talk to them just like YouTube stars did.

"Hi there, pervs!" said Mikey, his prepubescent voice ringing out excitedly. "Welcome to Mikey Likes It! Nice to see you again. But probably not as nice for me as it is for you!" He grinned awkwardly. "I heard over two thousand of you watched my last show."

The twelve-year-old boy stood there in front of the camera. He knew, he really did, that he might never recover his self-respect from doing this. That he couldn't live it down if others saw him. But there was another part to little Mikey, too. The part that craved attention, and wanted others to pay attention to him, and to like him. That part had been focused, refined, and sharpened to overpower everything else. To make this young boy focused on just one thing, at least when he was a performer.

The approval and desire of pedophiles.

And so the boy continued. He continued despite all his reservations, despite his knowledge that he was making himself into a little boy slut, everything about himself, everything about his body, to be preserved forever online.

"So," he said nervously, "the thing is… I'm really turned on by that. J-just look…" He pointed down to the erection tenting his athletic shorts. "The thought of all of you watching me, and liking me, and wanting me… it makes me so horny." He reached down, stroking his dick through the shorts, right there on camera. Knowing that thousands would see it, and that knowledge sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

Everything he was saying was true.

"But I was thinking," he continued, ad libbing now, getting into a rhythm, "how come it wasn't three thousand? It would… do you know how happy that would make me?" He took a few steps towards the camera. "To know that three thousand guys were jerking off to me? To little ol' me?" He smiled broadly, still stroking his boy's erection.

Owen's fourteen-year-old brain was overwhelmed with stimulation as he stared at the transformed boy. Meanwhile, Jason just marveled at the boy he'd constructed, at the way his commands had come together to create such a perfect, eager little slut. Ideas raced through his mind, of monetizing the boy, of selling private shoots to interested customers or making subscription-only videos… his cock jumped at the idea.

"Hey Mikey," Jason finally called. "Did you have a chance to read what they said about you?"

Mikey shook his head. "They'd better have liked me, though!"

"Why don't we find out. Stay there." Jason went to his computer and began printing the thread.

"Ooooh!" said Mikey, doing a little jump on camera. "I'm excited!"

When the printing had finished, Jason stapled the pages – pages! – and handed them over. "Let's see what you think!"

Mikey looked at the pages, his brain processing it. The number of views was up to 2,406, already higher than the last time he'd looked; people were watching him right now, at this moment, jerking off to him. His dick throbbed at the idea. There were dozens of comments, all about him, all about his body and how he'd had sex in front of all these people.

Mikey decided to start with a tame one.

"Let's see," he repeated again, holding the paper with his left hand. "Someone named Dodson says," and with that he made his voice sound deeper to try to imitate a man, "`I love his smooth skin. I want to just snuggle him up to me.'" Mikey smiled. "Awwwwwww!" he called. "I'd want to snuggle up to you too. I'm so glad you like my skin, did you see my boycock twitch when I read that?" He reached down with his right hand and held it through the fabric of his shorts. "Well tell you what, Dodson. Take a look at my skin."

The preteen boy reached under his shirt with his right hand and pulled it up, exposing his smooth white belly and his beautiful, trim torso. As Owen and Jason watched with growing hunger, he turned himself in a loop, exposing all sides of himself. Then, still holding the shirt up, he continued reading.

"Mikeyluvr says, `In honor of you I have changed my username!' Well, Mikeyluvr, in honor of you I will show some more of myself!" He let the printout drop to the floor while he pulled his arms out of the sleeves, the shirt now dangling around his neck, his whole torso exposed. He stretched his arms up to show off more of his skin. "How's that?"

Mikey knelt and picked up the papers. "For those who haven't figured it out yet," he said, "the more good comments, the more you see!" He reached to his mouth with a finger and wet the tip, then ran it gently along his nipple. "I bet that's what you want."

A thought crossed his mind. What if someone from church saw this? But then again, it's not as if they'd tell anyone… and no one from church would watch it, right? They'd never know, right?

"CarterBoy says, `wanna sink my cock into his tiny little virgin asshole!'" It was amazing to Mikey the two different emotions he felt. His cock twitched within his shorts, and at the same time he shivered in fear at the idea. He knew that he might get fucked, he knew it because of the porn he'd been watching, but he hoped… he hoped… maybe he wouldn't. Maybe oral would be enough.

"Uhhhhh," he said, his mind returning to the comment. "Um. Fuck… that turns me on." And it did; a pedophile wanted to fuck him! He reached down and gave his dick a stroke. "For you, CarterBoy, I will take off my shirt!" And he did, his whole torso now exposed as he rewarded the pedos for saying vile things about him. The shirt glided to the floor, and he turned a circle in place, arms up, showing off his body. When his side faced the camera, his lewd erection was obvious.

Mikey wanted this to be over so badly, to have the embarrassment done, to stop showing himself off for all these people. But he also found it thrilling, exciting, and fun. He loved the idea that they were excited by him more than almost anything. He wanted them to be jerking themselves off, drooling over him, desperate to have him. At the very idea, his throbbing, needy cock bulged even further in his shorts. Whenever Jason and Owen smiled at what he said, whenever he knew that the pedos online would find something sexy… he felt warmth spread through his body in sheer delight. They were seeing him. They wanted him.

Damn it… he felt like he wanted to cry, except it felt so good.

Comment after comment after comment, and with each one, Mikey stripped further. He felt like such a special, important boy. Only he could do this, and they liked him!

"`Holy fuck,'" read Mikey about his last video. "`That was one of the fucking hottest things I've ever seen. Someone fuck this kid already!'"

He lowered his shorts a bit, revealing the top of his cum-stained green boxers.

"`No dude,'" Mikey read the reply. "`More blowjobs! He's a master at them!'" Mikey held his mouth open towards the camera. "I guess it's on!" he said. "More cum in here?" He turned around, bending over and holding his boxer-covered ass up to the camera. "Or in here?"

With that, he turned to face the camera once again, lowering his shorts a bit more. They were below his cock now, the green, cum-covered boxers tenting out above the elastic with the force of his erection. He was aware that the stain of precum was visible.

"`Hey Mikey,'" he read the next comment, "`was your own cum tasty?'"

Mikey smiled. "Not as tasty as your cum would be, I'd bet," he answered. "Can you imagine me sucking it down? I'd go wild for that!" His cock throbbed in his boxers as evidence, the stain of precum growing. Mikey lowered his shorts a bit further, and now there was a thin band of pale white skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the boxers.

"`Mikey, you're such a beautiful little slut! I can't wait to see what you do next!'"

"'I can't believe how good you sucked that other kid. All the way in! MORe, you WHORE!'"

"`fuck ask him to moan for richard while he jacks off plz'"

Mikey's shorts were all the way off now. His erection was throbbing and he was short of breath, his body unwillingly loving how much attention they were paying to him. How turned on the pedophiles were.

He needed them to want him. He needed them to need him. They had to love him, his body, how he acted, they had to think he was hot. He was the best.

Mikey reached down and stroked his erection. "Fuck," he said to the camera, "I am so hard hearing how you love me. You better give me more. Tell me you need me, you sick pedos." He held out his arms and spread his legs. The boy was wearing just his boxers and his socks, and his torso stretched in front of them, the slightest waves in his skin from his ribcage, his legs long and lean with rippling muscles. He jutted his hips forward, his erection poking out to a tip at the center of his X-shape, the stain of precum spreading even further. "Do you love this body, pervs?!?" he shouted to the air.

It took him a moment to compose himself. He smiled at the camera. He could feel himself riding the wave of success, the way they loved him. "`Hey Mikey,'" he finally read the next comment, "`you really like sucking dick. Wanna come to Florida? I've got a good one for you.'" The comment just sent more energy into Mikey's overcharged body. "You know I would," he said. "That'd be awesome."

And now the boxers slid down an inch, the base of his erect cock visible as the elastic pushed it down in front of him.

"`Mikey's got the best little cock. I just want to suck it and make him so happy. I love how he can cum but it still doesn't have any hair on it. You know like Goldilocks and the porridge? It's not too small, not too big. Just right.'"

"It's getting bigger because of that!" replied Mikey, and down went the boxers another inch, the tip of his cock held down by the elastic.

"`Fuck. I came to this three times already.'" Mikey couldn't help himself; he moaned in pleasure at the words. The idea that they liked his body that much just wrapped around his brain and overwhelmed him. He reached down and stroked his cock, blushing at his obvious arousal. He was in heaven, he felt so special!

Down another inch, and his erect cock popped out. A tiny drop of precum shot up with the abrupt swing, flicking up to Mikey's belly button.

"`BoyMasterJ, your kid is awesome. Use him hard for me plz'"

"`hawt hawt hawt cocksuckr for life!'"

"`MOAR Mikey!'"

"`I LIKE Mikey!'"

Mikey was red in the face, his cock throbbing at the attention. He kept stroking himself and stopping. His voice was higher-pitched than usual with the arousal, and he was sweaty with need. And it was all on display, all of it, for all of the pedos.

His boxers were at his knees.

And then he got to the screencaps. His body in different poses. Standing naked, or jacking himself off, where someone wrote "hot!" or "more!" or "use him good!"

And then there were the pictures where people had added text. Mikey, sitting on the floor, legs splayed out, jerking himself off and watching himself on TV. Underneath it, in big, bold, white text: "THIS IS WHAT A SLUT LOOKS LIKE."

Mikey, his mouth open to suck a cock. "OPEN FOR BUSINESS."

Mikey, standing there in this very room, just starting to slide his shorts down his legs. "MY BOY!"

He hated it, and he loved it. He was so exposed, everyone could see everything, he was a toy to them. He shivered to think of men around the world looking at these. Thinking those things about him. Posting them, using them in comment threads to make their jokes. He felt small, and violated, and weak, and vulnerable. He felt like he wasn't a person anymore, like they just played with him and had fun at his expense.

But it felt so good. Sooooo good. They loved his body, they loved HIS body so much that they'd made these pictures. They thought he was sexy, beautiful, they were hard for him, he knew they were. He needed it, needed that sense, needed them to love him, needed them to want him. They had to.

His boxers were down completely, and he was naked except for his socks. He stroked his cock madly, moaning at the pleasurable feeling of pedos who loved him. "I love how much you all want me," he said. "I'm your slut. Your little boy slut. Does that turn you on?" He thrust his hips forward, showing off his throbbing, needy cock. He ran a hand along his chest and slowly down his belly, letting them see the smoothness of his skin. "Don't you need this body, pervs? Are you drooling over me? Because you should be! I'm drooling over you. So many people watching me… seeing me… loving me…"

Jason walked out to the center of the room, knowing he'd blur his face later. He came right up next to Mikey, standing next to him, towering over him. He laid a hand possessively on the boy's head.

"Someone's turned on."

Mikey looked up at him. "Yeah… BoyMasterJ. Are you…" He let his eyes go wide and his voice go soft. "Are you gonna use me hard like the man said in the comments?"

Jason smirked. Mikey was playing this up good. He reached down, grabbing Mikey's stiff dick and stroking it. Mikey whimpered helplessly at the touch. Arousal clouded his mind, but still he managed to shout, "that's where Mikey likes it!" Oh, he was really proud of that joke now that he'd made it.

"Oh yeah, Mikey," said Jason. "Oh yeah, it is. I'll see where you like it soon enough. Do you want them all to see you get used good and hard?"

Mikey, naked, looked up at Jason. "Yes sir. That's what sluts like me are for."

"You're suck a good cocksucker, Mikey," said Jason. "You're gifted for your age, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Mikey smiled. His cock twitched at the attention. Thousands would hear this, watch it.

"They should all see, don't you think?"

Mikey nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes. I want to show them. Can I, mister?"

"Yes, Mikey," said Jason. "Let's show them what you can do."

Mikey nodded. His trembling little hands went to Jason's belt, undoing it. It was quiet. Mikey was hard and moaning, and Jason gasped in anticipation of what would happen, but otherwise the only sound was the light clanking of the belt buckle. Owen filmed, silently, his cock straining at his pants. Why couldn't that be him? he asked himself.

Then Mikey unzipped the jeans, lowering them down. Jason's boxers followed. The hungry, hard teenage cock hung out in the air. Mikey, now well-practiced, dropped to his knees.

"Mmmmmm," said Mikey, his hand slowly massaging the dangling cock. "Whaddaya think, viewers? Do you think I can deep-throat BoyMasterJ's cock?" Jason held up a hand, silencing Mikey. The boy was facing away from the camera, and besides, Jason wanted a better angle. He motioned for Owen to come over.

The younger teen was as hard as he could be, his own erection, not destined for any release, painfully pushing against unyielding fabric. Obediently, he came over. He stood behind Jason, ready to film Mikey's face up close, the face that would drive thousands of pedos wild.

"Whaddaya think, Owen?" asked Jason, as the two teens looked down at Mikey gripping the large cock. "Do you think this is going to be hot?"

Owen didn't answer.

"C'mon."

"I… I guess," he finally mumbled. He was overwhelmingly turned on, he'd never been this horny in his life. But poor Mikey… and… and… he wanted to be the one getting sucked!

"You're fucking pathetic," grumbled Jason at his brother.

Mikey interrupted. "But you're turned on, right, Owen?"

Owen nodded. "Yeah."

"Good," said Mikey. He smiled. He had them. He had all of them. Pleasure soaked through the little performer's brain.

"All right, all right," said Jason. "Hurry up, Mikey. Keep going."

Mikey nodded, still holding the cock in his hand. "Well let's see," he said, turning to the camera. "Do you think a little boy like me can swallow it all the way down?" he asked the watching pedos. "Or am I some loser slut who can only do the tip?" His hand moved across it slowly, sensually, squeezing the tip between his fingers.

"Hey BoyMasterJ," he said, "tell my fans how long your dick is. I bet they want to know."

For a moment, Jason was silent, staring at the kneeling child in front of him. The boy, the performer, had become something else entirely in his quest to turn pedophiles on. He couldn't believe what his command had created in Mikey's malleable little mind.

Finally he focused. "Six and a half inches [17 cm]," he said.

"Six and a half inches!" said Mikey, eyes widening in mock surprise. Every inch of his mind was a performer, a slut. "Gosh, can a twelve-year-old boy possibly swallow six and a half inches?" His thumb and index finger moved apart, as if measuring the length. "And it's so wide. Can you imagine a kid like me possibly doing that?"

He smiled at the camera. He'd better beat three thousand views on this.

"Or maybe," he said, "I'm magic! Maybe I can make that big teenage dick disappear like a rabbit into a hat." He brought a finger up to his lips, wetting it with his saliva, and then ran it along the base of the cock, leaving a cooling trail of his spit. "Maybe I'm actually the best kid-slut around."

The dick throbbed in front of him. He thought back to the comments he'd gotten and felt warmth spread through his body.

"Tell you what," he continued, still kneeling, now turning back to the camera as a drop of precum oozed along his knuckles. "I've got a challenge for my fans." He smiled. "If I deep-throat this cock, leave me a comment telling me how much you liked it. Telling me what a good boy I am. I want to be the best cock-sucker you've ever seen." He paused. "You got that? No free riders!"

Slowly, Mikey's hand, small against the teenage dick, stroked up along the shaft, then back down. Up again, then back down.

"C'mon, Mikey, c'mon," urged Jason, shaking now with his own need.

But Mikey resisted. Instead, he ran a finger along the tip, and Jason moaned at the touch on his sensitive region. "I bet you're all fucking hard for me," the twelve-year-old said, a part of his brain noting yet another curse word. "I bet you all wish this was you." He ran his finger around the corona, slowly circling it. Jason moaned again, helpless at Mikey's touch. "I bet you're all wondering, just how good is this little slut?"

Mikey's own cock was hard and throbbing. It desperately needed a release; it had been relentlessly stimulated all day, but blocked, and it was due for its second time. Seeing how turned on Jason was, and Owen, and knowing what he was doing to the viewers was driving the little performer mad. He needed to cum so bad.

But he also needed the viewers to need him.

"I bet you're going to be drooling for me. And that turns me on. All my fans. Thousands of sickos who want to fuck me. All you guys, sitting at home, watching me kneeling here in front of BoyMasterJ's dick. Waiting to see just how well I can suck. If I'm really going to do it, here on camera. If I'm really that much of a slut." He squeezed his hand, running it again up and down the throbbing teenage dick.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" Jason was whispering, again and again. But Mikey wasn't done yet. The performer, Jason's own little creation, needed to show off. He needed pedos to like him, even if he was going to regret it later.

"If I'm really the hottest boy on your illegal kiddie porn board."

Mikey's hand stopped at the glans, circling his fingers around it again.

"All right, fans. After this, tell everyone there's a new kid in town and they'd better watch. Tell all your pervy friends. At all your sites and chatrooms. Bring me more viewers."

He paused. "And now," he said, beating out a little drumroll on the ground. "The main event! Imagine this was your dick. Imagine you had me kneeling in front of you, and I was about to do this to you. And remember… a week ago, I had never sucked a dick, never even touched anyone else's. And now look how fucking good I am at this. Look at what a little slut I am."

Mikey opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Leaning forward, he gently ran it along Jason's glans, licking it with soft wetness. He felt his mind reorganizing, knowing that getting Jason off was the most important thing. But he was still a performer.

"Mikey likes it," he said, simply.

And then the boy, mouth open wide, leaned forward again and wrapped his mouth around the throbbing teenage dick. Owen, mouth agape, filmed. And all three of them knew that thousands would watch this blowjob. Thousands would see what Mikey did.

Maybe tens of thousands, now.

Maybe more.

Jason's cock really was six and a half inches long. As Owen zoomed in, Mikey took more and more of it into his mouth. Soft wetness surrounded the teenager in his most sensitive part. "Wuuuuuuuuuh," he moaned as the crazy pleasure of Mikey's experienced mouth overwhelmed his senses. He fucking loved this slut-boy he had created. His own little work of art, a preteen mind he had reorganized to serve his needs.

When Mikey was about half-way along the shaft, he suddenly pulled off. "Uuuuuh," cried Jason as cool air struck his damp cock. Mikey reached up a hand to jerk the teen off.

"Half way," he announced. "I wonder what you're all thinking, watching a kid like me suck this cock." His hand continued masturbating Jason, who just stood there. "How much you'd give to have it be yours."

He leaned forward, sticking out his tongue, gently licking Jason's balls as Owen leaned around his brother to get a good shot of it, Mikey's face right up in the teenage crotch, red tongue out, flicking against the balls. After a little while of that, Mikey lapped his tongue against the base of the cock, and then holding his tongue out, he slid it along the shaft, out to the tip. Holding it there, he swirled it against the tip as precum oozed out. Mikey lapped it right up as the camera filmed. Thousands of people would watch him lick up that precum.

He leaned back again, his hand again masturbating the needy dick. "But maybe you're still wondering," he said, "if I'm actually good at this. Even if I can take it deep. Well, let me tell you, my teeth never touch BoyMasterJ's dick here. Isn't that right, BoyMasterJ?"

The teenager grunted. "Yeah," he said.

"And my tongue is licking that cock, even while I'm sucking. And it swirls around the tip. Can you even believe a seventeen-year-old is so lucky? Getting to have me suck his dick? The hottest boy and the best cocksucker?"

Mikey smiled sweetly at the camera.

"You're just all so lucky we're sharing it with you."

He reached out, mouth open, swirling his tongue along the tip, then bobbing his head a few times back and forth along the cock. Jason moaned again. He wasn't directing Mikey at all anymore, he was just letting the performer do what he wanted… he couldn't even think, his mind was a haze of emotion and need. Mikey was loving it, his performer self thrilled to see that he had Jason completely under his spell, a needy ball of teenage hormones. Even his non-performer self felt some pride, some pleasure at knowing that in this way, Jason was even under his control, just a little bit, in some way.

Back and forth Mikey bobbed, his mouth alternately working the shaft and the tip, bringing Jason to peaks of arousal. But he wasn't trying to go deeper. Not yet. Finally he pulled back, a thin string of drool running from his lips to the cock. As he opened his mouth, the spit swung back to make a line down his chin.

"All right, Mikey Likes It fans," he said. "My likers. The Mikey Likers. Here's the deal, Mikey Likers. Because I bet some of you still don't believe me that I can take six-point-five inches [17 cm] down my throat. I'm only twelve!" He smiled.

"We're going to make a bet. If I can do it, if that cock goes all the way down my tight little throat and his jizz shoots right in there, then you have to post a comment and you have to tell someone else to go watch this video. But if I can't do it, I'm going to tell you my address at the end of this video, and you can all come and have some time with this little slut. Do you accept my bet? Because if not, you better stop watching. I don't want any wimpy Mikey Likers out there."

Mikey leaned forward again. He had them. He was going to get so many views. He felt like the god of pedos.

The boy licked the tip of Jason's cock. And then he opened his mouth wide and took it in.

As Owen, wide-eyed, zoomed in, Mikey started to swallow the cock.

The preteen boy got to the halfway point with what seemed like no effort. Then, taking a breath, he started to go deeper.

The cock slid into his mouth another half-inch, then another. Jason moaned softly. He could feel Mikey swallowing as the cock slid deeper, pulling it in. He could feel the boy's tight throat, the wetness of his tongue, the lapping against the base of his cock.

Four inches were inside the boy. And then, determined, Mikey leaned forward and swallowed. Another inch descended into him while the camera captured every moment. His eyes were wide with strain, but he was focused. That giant cock, his wide-open mouth circled around it, the push into his throat. It was almost comical, like a clown car, amazing that it could fit. But it did. It slid into his mouth.

Jason moaned with overwhelming pleasure.

And then Mikey pulled back. He gasped softly for breath. "We're close," he said. "Just a bit more to go. Pretty hot, huh? I'm really good at this, huh? You all ready to write those comments, bitches?"

Mikey's cock was throbbing. He could feel the arousal, knew just how horny everyone who watched this video would be.

"Should've bet money," he said. "But get this slut some more viewers, pervs!"

And then, with a deep breath, the naked, increasingly foul-mouthed, church-going twelve-year-old leaned forward, mouth open, and took in the cock.

One inch. Two inches. Three inches. Four inches. All easy.

He paused, breathed in, and started to swallow. Five inches. He was back where he was before.

He rolled his tongue along the base of the cock. He reached down with one hand, jerking himself off while the other hand slowly massaged Jason's balls. He was ready for his release, too. He needed it so badly.

Again he swallowed, his tongue rubbing along the teenage cock, and he went another half inch. Five and a half inches. So close. His wide eyes darted up at the camera, triumph imminent.

He swallowed hard, pulling the cock into him. At the same time, he pushed forward with his back and arched it, making as straight a path for the cock into him as he could.

He knew how to do this.

It slid forward.

To six inches.

More.

More.

He felt Jason's pubic hair tingle against his nose.

He smelled the musk of Jason's ball sack.

He felt himself push against Jason's public mound.

With one last shove, six and a half inches were embedded into his mouth, into his throat. He felt it filling him up, pushing against the edges of his throat, his whole body dedicated to the task of holding it in.

But he'd done it.

He slid his eyes up to look at the camera in triumph, the eager need of thousands of pedophiles making Mikey the Performer feel amazing. He held his hand up in a fist, showing his pleasure. Gently, he started to bob back and forth along the dick, in and out as it slid through his tight throat.

So many views.

He was the best. He had done it, he had all of these guys hot for him, they all liked him, they all needed him. Pleasure and arousal flowed through the twelve-year-old. Even better, he knew that Jason was close, and soon he'd get his own release. He eagerly stroked his cock, awaiting that second orgasm of the day, the one that always felt amazing, the one that finally meant his commands were completed. He needed it so badly. He knew that his own jerking would arouse the other pedophiles even more, and so he emphasized it for the camera, letting them see him rolling his hand along his much smaller boy-cock, even as the massive teenage dick was implanted in his throat. With his free hand, he massaged Jason's balls, knowing the pleasure the teen would feel, doing everything he could to make it even greater, as his commands dictated.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," moaned Jason. "Fuck you're so good at this."

More waves of pleasure flowed through Mikey's mind at Jason's arousal. He slid back and forth along the cock, keeping it deep, making sure that it was as stimulated as it could possibly be. Jason was close. He was so close.

"God I love you like this," said the teenager.

Mikey sucked, bobbing back and forth along the cock, bringing the teen closer and closer to the edge. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Owen's throbbing hard dick in his shorts, and the younger teen's feet digging into the carpet with unfulfilled need. This could've been you, the Performer thought. The whole room was awash in hormones and need and arousal, a powerful musk that filled his mind and drove him to further and further ecstasy.

Soon. Soon he'd have that release. He could feel it building, knew that once Jason came, he would too, his greatest cum yet. While some part of his mind was embarrassed and worried to see him so excited to cum, the rest of him knew that his fans would love it. His massive orgasm would drive up his viewership even further.

And that sent more jolts of pleasure flowing through his body.

"God," repeated Jason again, "I love you like this."

Mikey felt more powerful feelings of arousal flow through him. Jason was humping his hips now, the teenager's mind swirling with feelings from the boy's blowjob.

"They're all seeing you, Mikey. They're all seeing the world's best cocksucker."

Jason could barely stand it, the pleasure was so overwhelming, the subservient boy sucking and sucking and sucking, deep-throating him on camera, the moment captured for so many to see. The naked, kneeling, eager boy; the construct he had made; the mind he had concocted, molded, shaped to be the perfect little slut, eager but fearful, needy but reluctant, desperate but disgusted. A boy made to be the perfect little toy, the perfect cocksucker, always just a little bit rebellious, always forced to submit, always forced to give pleasure and even relieved to do so when it gave him his own release. Jason marveled at his own little work of art.

He was about to cum.

He wanted to keep playing with his toy. He was too horny, he wouldn't be done… not yet…

"Hey Mikey," he said. "You know what would be even better? If you used both of your hands on my balls."

Mikey's eyes widened. "What the fuck?" he thought as he swallowed the cock deep again. Jason was messing up everything… if he couldn't jack off, what if he didn't cum? He needed to cum so badly. And he wanted to cum, all the pedos watching him would be so turned on… he knew he was being played with, and he was furious with Jason. He wouldn't do it. It would be a better performance if he was jacking off.

But that's not how it worked. Because pleasing Jason was the most important thing.

And so the horny twelve-year-old performer reluctantly lifted his hand from his throbbing dick, using both hands to massage the teenage balls.

He couldn't stop himself.

To Jason, it felt amazing. Small, sweaty, dexterous fingers curled around his testicles, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through his body and massaging him in ways he didn't know before. Meanwhile, Mikey continued to deep throat him, a constant pressure, as fingers pressed and let up, toying with his sensitive balls.

Again and again, Mikey impaled himself on the horny, hungry, throbbing hard cock.

And then, while Mikey was all the way on it, the cock deep in his throat, he felt it throb, and lengthen, pushing against the wall of his throat even more. He knew what was about to happen.

Warm, wet, gooey cum started to spew down his throat.

Thousands upon thousands of viewers would see this scene, the naked, kneeling twelve-year-old deep-throating the six and a half inch teenage dick as cum spewed down his throat. The absurdity of a cock that obviously couldn't fit in such a small kid, but which slid into him and throbbed inside of him. The boy's throbbing dicklet, unattended, not cumming but clearly aroused beyond all measure. Glob after glob of cum slowly oozing down the slut-boy's throat. His hands, as requested, massaging the teenage balls of his master, of BoyMasterJ, squeezing and caressing.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!" cried Jason as he humped forward into Mikey's face.

Blast after blast of cum shot into Mikey's throat. He moaned with need, shaking his hips, waving his cock back and forth, desperately trying to give it the stimulation to cum. The boy's dick slapped against his bare thighs as he waved back and forth frantically, but there were no hands to hold it, nothing to squeeze it, nothing to tug on it. It was hard, hard as a rock… but for now, the boy's need would go unfulfilled. He would not cum.

Jason felt the last of his cum drip into the boy. He was done now. Mikey slowly moved back, desperately holding off his tears. But he was still a performer. He got control of his emotions, he held himself an inch from the cock, and then he reached out his tongue to lick it clean.

Somehow Mikey managed a smile. He was still performing. "I'm a very neat boy," he said. "I swallow it all, and I always clean up when I'm done." Soon, he had licked the cock clean. Then he looked back at the camera and opened his mouth wide, to show that it was empty. "All in my tummy!" He patted it with his hand.

"Now, tell me, my pervy fans, did you see that?" he went on. "I deep-throated that fucking cock. Six and a half inches is nothing to Mikey! Not when he likes it! Yeah!" He held up his arms triumphantly. More arousal flowed into him, knowing he was turning on the pedophiles, even displaying his body to them as he held up his arms, and his desperate cock throbbed even further as it stuck right out from his exposed crotch, right at the camera. He stood up, and Owen followed him with the camera, Mikey's engorged boy-cock sticking straight out ahead of him. "I am the best cocksucker!" he shouted. "Guess you're all sharing this with your friends and commenting! Oh yeah!" He did a little dance, his erect cock still waving around.

Then he turned to Jason. He hoped beyond hope that he was about to get his release. He could feel that the only thing between him and desperation was the command to be a performer. Please, Jason, he thought to himself. Please, God, please!

Unfortunately for the boy, that was not what Jason had planned. Not yet.

"So Mikey," said Jason, "you look kind-of horny right now."

Mikey looked up at Jason, pleading in his eyes. "Y-yeah," he said. "I really need to cum. I bet my fans want to see me cum too!" He looked at the camera, jutting out his hips. His erect boy-dick waved around.

"I dunno," said Jason, tauntingly. He reached down and grabbed Mikey's firm little cock, tugging the boy towards him. Mikey moaned helplessly.

"Pleeeease," he gasped. Even more arousal flowed into him, because he knew how much his audience would like that gasp.

"I think your fans deserve to know why you're so horny, Mikey." Holding the tiny cocklet, Jason stroked it, his fingers squeezing gently, rubbing back and forth along the desperate little boy's organ. Back and forth his hand moved, and then, at the very tip of the boy-cock, Jason grasped the glans and squeezed. Mikey cried out in desperate stimulation. "If you're so horny, why aren't you cumming?"

"I… c-can't… you know why!"

"Tell your fans."

Mikey recognized how sexy this must appear, which made him even more aroused, so aroused that it hurt. His cock had been so erect for so long that he was in some pain, but there was nothing he could do. And he wanted to show off. He wanted them to like him, even if it hurt a little bit. He looked up to the camera with wide, vulnerable eyes.

"BoyMasterJ," he said, "made it so I can only cum when he cums. And… and… when he came, he made me take my hands off my penis, which made it harder and so I didn't cum, and now I'm really horny! It was really mean!" He paused. "Please tell BoyMasterJ that it's OK to let me cum. Please! I need to!"

Jason smiled, and Mikey winced at that look. "I dunno, Mikey," he said. "Do boy sluts like you, performers like you, care more about their own pleasure or what guys like?"

"I… I want my fans to like me!"

"More than you want to cum?"

Mikey dropped his head. "Yeah…"

"I think pedos really like seeing desperately horny boys like you. I think they like it even more than seeing boys cum."

"But… but…" Mikey's brain was reeling. He felt more jolts of arousal go through him as he realized that thousands of pedos would get off on seeing him so desperate. He needed to cum so badly. More than anything… except… except… he was a performer.

"So," said Jason, "what do you think… should I let you cum?"

Mikey bit his lower lip. He felt like he would cry, but he kept it down. Instead, he reached down to his cock and gave himself a stroke.

"If…" he gasped with arousal. "If my fans want to see me horny… uhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh…" His whole body swung back and forth, the arousal almost overwhelming him. "Then I'll stay horny for them." He let go of his dicklet, and it jutted straight out from him, hard and needy. He needed to cum so badly… and he had to cum twice a day… what if Jason didn't let him? What would happen?

"Hold on, Mikey," said Jason. "I have an idea."

Mikey felt a pit in his stomach. But he smiled for his fans. He liked being popular so much, he was like a celebrity. "What's that?" he said, as chipper as he could manage, the need pulling at his cock. He felt like he was going to burst.

Jason leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Mikey felt the color drain out of his face. But he turned to look into the camera, and try to deliver his lines as best as he could.

"BoyMasterJ wants you to see… he wants you to see what I'm like when I'm so horny," said Mikey. "What I'm really like. I kind-of don't want you to, but… but he says it'll turn you on, and so I guess I do want you to. I guess. Holy fuck." He felt his cock jump, even more waves of arousal going through his body at the idea of thousands of pedophiles seeing him so desperate to cum, getting off on it. He moaned softly.

"You see, uh, he made it so I have to cum twice a day, and I've only cum once, so um, you're going to see what happens when I haven't. And he's going to turn off the part of me that makes me perform, so you'll see what I'm really like… the real me." Mikey paused. "But don't worry, I'll be ok. I'm sure he'll let me cum… eventually." Another pause. "He'll post that video as the first comment, so you can download it if you want to see."

Mikey stood there, naked, vulnerable, in the camera. He tried to regain his composure. He needed to cum so badly, and what was about to happen was so hot… and so terrible.

"But if you want to see more of this horny boy-dick," he said, looking at the camera, "and the best preteen cocksucker out there, I better get more views and comments. They make me even more horny! So come back next time, where Mikey Likes It!"

He paused a second.

"And please tell BoyMasterJ to let me cum… sooner…"

Jason backed out of the screen. He'd cut off the episode there, and then post the bonus feature.

Owen, watching, desperate and needy himself, finally spoke up. "Can I get a tripod before… before?"

"Sure," said Jason. He moved out of the frame. Owen started extending the legs of the tripod and Jason came up to him while Mikey stood there, waiting, his obscene erection just hanging out from his naked body.

"Did you like that?" asked Jason.

"It was really hot," admitted Owen, "but I wish you'd let me…"

"You're really horny, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You wanted Mikey to suck you?"

Owen looked back and forth from Mikey, standing there desperately, to Jason. "Yeah," he admitted, softly.

"You want me to make Mikey do anything special?"

Owen stared at him. He shrugged. "Don't make him wait too long," said the younger teen. "He really needs it."

"Jesus, Owen," said Jason. "Grow a pair, and then let Mikey suck them."

"I'm just…"

"Whatever. Is the camera ready?"

"Yeah."

Jason nodded, and smiled. He turned to Mikey. "All right," he annnounced. "Show's over."

As soon as the words were out of Jason's mouth, Mikey fell backwards. It was as if the boy was unable to support himself. His face turned to panic; he reached down, desperately stroking his cock.

"C'mon," mumbled the boy, "c'mon, c'mon…" His dicklet was rock hard. He rubbed it up and down, up and down, up and down, hand sliding over skin, skin sliding over shaft, trying to bring himself the feeling he needed. It was as if he'd entirely forgotten about the camera and the thousands of people likely to see him now. And on some level, he had. A command told him to cum twice a day, and he had not fulfilled that command.

Mikey lay himself back, spreading his legs wide, grasping himself. He started to moan, his belly rising and falling with each deep breath. "Yeah…" he panted. "Yes, yes… ohhhhh…" His toes clenched, his brows knitted in concentration. "C'mon, c'mon…"

Owen filmed, quiet as he watched in fascination. Jason smiled as he watched his creation desperately jack off, a constructed boy of hormones and need on display for the world to see. His mind wandered as Mikey's moans and cries spread around the room, thinking about how much work it would be to edit and post. He was lucky tomorrow was a Saturday and he could sleep in.

"Please," gasped Mikey, still sitting on the floor, still with his legs spread as he squeezed and ran his hand up and down over and over again. "Please… c'mon… I need it so bad…" But it was getting obvious to everyone that it wasn't going to work.

"Damn it!" he shouted in his voice, still with the high pitch of youth. "What'd you do? Why'd you do that?"

"I wanted to see what happens." Jason was thinking about how he'd have to copy the files to the computer, edit them, then upload to the board…

Mikey was still stroking his hard little boy's cock. "Are you still filming?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He was furious, but what came out of him instead was more of a whimper. "I really… I really need to cum…"

Jason didn't respond. He just marveled at the boy, his boy, who was shaking on the ground. He felt like he could watch this for hours. Mikey was taking his cock, wrapping his immature hand around it, squeezing and squeezing. He gasped at the sensation, desperate for it to just go further, just a little bit further.

"Ohhhhhh… c'mon…" he moaned. He lay back on the floor, still stroking his cock, now flat on his back. He pulled at it incessantly. Jason wondered if he'd rub it raw. The boy, still naked but for his socks, just gripped and pulled, gripped and pulled. He flattened it into his belly then let it spring up, stroking it again. He licked his hand to get it wet before stroking. He tried everything. He was panting, sweaty. It was after midnight, and he'd never had his second cum.

"Fuck!" cried Mikey. Mikey felt bad about using more profanity, but he couldn't stop himself. "Jason," he cried, desperate, "what the fuck?"

"Yeah," replied Jason, "it was bad of me." He felt a bit guilty, but he also felt powerful, and that felt good. A part of his mind made a note to bleep out his name later.

"I did everything you asked! I was…"

"You were fucking spectacular. You're gonna turn on those pedos so hard."

"Then WHY?!?!?" Mikey was pulling desperately at his cock, but it wasn't happening. He turned on his belly, slamming his fist into the ground as he realized it wasn't working, and even while he did that he humped himself into the floor, his bare ass rising up and down as he shoved his pelvis into the ground again and again. He needed to cum, he needed to cum, he needed to cum… everything in his mind was telling him… everything in his body, his soul, all of him just needed to cum, just needed it, that's all… he tugged and squeezed and pulled…

Owen walked over to Jason, although his eyes were still laser-trained on Mikey. "Is he going to be all right?" asked the younger teen.

"Guh…" groaned Mikey. "Guh… guh…" He'd turned onto his side, bringing his knees up to his chest, stroking and stroking and stroking but not able to get it to come out.

"I don't really know," answered Jason, as Mikey's grunts filled the air.

"Why not let him?"

"Uhhhhh…" came Mikey's moan. "Ohhhh…" He'd turned onto his belly, and he was humping himself into the carpet, his hand between his pelvis and the ground, gripping himself. "I need it… I need it… so baaaaad…"

"Shhhh," said Jason. "Don't get in the way of the videotaping."

"What… what have you done to me?" gasped Mikey as he stroked himself, his mind helpless, overwhelmed, confused. "I can't… stop. I need to cum. What's happening?"

"C'mon," said Owen, looking really fearful. "Just let him cum!"

Mikey was still humping himself into the carpet when Jason finally walked over to him. The teen reached down and grabbed Mikey at his waist, flipping him over. The boy's hand never left his dicklet, still stroking himself in his need, but Jason pushed the hand aside and tugged on the boy's cock himself. Instinctively, Mikey humped his hips up at the touch, feeling new sensations as his animal mind sought any release. "OH!" he cried. "Oh… oh…"

Through the haze, Mikey's mind managed to latch on to one thing: if he could get Jason to cum, then he could too. He reached up for it, striving to reach the dick that was again starting to become hard, his hand closing around it and starting to stroke instinctively. "Nu-uh," said Jason, pushing it away.

"C'MON!" Mikey shouted. "I NEED TO CUM!" He gasped, a rapid intake of breath. "It's all I can think about… please…"

Jason was not moved. He just smiled at the boy who was a slave to his own desire. "Awww," he cooed, "Mikey's a real slut now."

"It's NOT FAIR!" the boy shouted. "Just LET ME CUM!"

"Yeah, of course my new little slut-boy wants to cum. That's what sluts need."

"Stop it! Just stop…"

"All right…" said Jason meanly. "If you want me to." And with that, he let go of the child's boner and stood up.

"No… wait…" Mikey's hand instantly went back to it, stroking in the vain hope of a release.

"Too bad," said Jason.

Mikey had a wild look in his eyes. He somehow managed to stand up without ever taking his hand off his cock, stroking it the whole time. For a moment he just stood there jerking off, facing the older boys, and the camera, with an empty stare. Finally, he moved to Jason's bed and sat down on it, legs spread, still jerking. Jason made sure the camera followed him.

"Maybe… maybe you should let him cum," said Owen. Jason's little brother was watching with wide eyes, transfixed. His own hand had gone to his cock; he too was overwhelmingly aroused by everything that had happened, and he too was unable to cum. But still he argued for Mikey's release.

"Why?" Jason prodded Owen. "You want to see your little boyfriend cum?"

Owen blushed. "C'mon," he said. "You know… you know what you made me… what you made us into."

Mikey had turned on his belly again, bent at the waist. His feet were on the floor, his belly and chest flat along the bed, and he was rocking his hips, humping himself into the bed. The boy grunted with every push, in time with the creaking of the bedsprings. His mind could think of nothing else. He didn't care that he was parading around naked on camera, soon to be seen by thousands of pedos. He didn't care that he was baring his ass to them now as he humped the bed. He just NEEDED RELEASE.

"Yeah," replied Jason, "and look how much more sex you've gotten since I did! You'll be a real man soon."

Owen blushed again. "Shut up," he said.

"Uh," grunted Mikey as he shoved himself with increasing force into the bed. "Uh, uh, uh…"

"It's probably all he can think of, you know," Jason said. "He's fixated on his own cock. He didn't obey his command, and now all his brain can do is try to fix it, and the only way he knows how to do that is to jerk off as hard as he can… he's just like a little animal now."

Mikey reached up towards his mouth with his hand. He stuck out his tongue; before he had just done his fingers, but now he coated his whole hand in saliva, and then he reached it back down to his cock to keep stroking. He moaned softly as the soft, wet, warm hand closed around his cock. All the while, he was still humping into the bed.

"C'mon, Jason," said Owen. "Don't do this to him."

"Why not?"

"Seriously."

Suddenly, Mikey turned around and looked at the two brothers. His eyes were wide. "PLEASE!" he yelled. He managed to stand up again, still with his hand around his cock, and he stumbled over to them, kneeling on the ground. He was shivering with pent-up need. "Please, please…" he gasped as he lowered himself to the ground. "Let me suck you… just let me…"

"You want my cock, Mikey you slut?"

Mikey looked up at Jason, his eyes frantic and his face shaking. Maybe he would get it. Maybe he would finally get it, get his release. He couldn't think of anything else; not even that he would finally go home from this nightmare and go to bed. Just the release. Just the release. He nodded desperately.

"Say it," insisted Jason. "Say that you're a slut and you want to suck my cock."

"I…" gasped Mikey, beyond caring, "I'm a slut, I am, and I want to suck your cock…"

"Hmmmm…" said Jason as he towered over the kneeling boy. Mikey was staring at his cock, licking his lips. Jason ignored him, and turned to his brother. "What do you want, Owen?"

Owen managed to squeak out a reply. "I-I want you to let him cum!"

"You know what I mean. What do you want for you?"

"Please…" begged Mikey, still ignored.

Owen stood there. He was stroking his cock through his shorts. Both brothers knew what he wanted. He looked down at Mikey, then to his cock. In a quiet voice, he said, "I want to cum too."

"But there's only one way for you to cum, isn't there?"

Owen nodded.

"If Mikey sucks you."

Owen nodded.

"So what do you want?"

Owen took a deep breath. "I… I want Mikey to suck me…" He moaned softly as he tugged at his own dick. "I really do. Please let him."

"Then take it."

Owen looked down at the desperate boy, and then up at Jason. His cock throbbed, leaking precum, a stain growing in his pants. He wanted it so badly. But still he hesitated. "Then you'll let him cum?" he said.

"I will," said Jason, "if you make him suck you. Call him a slut."

Owen nodded, and gulped. He had to get Mikey to cum, the boy was… he was breaking at the intensity. He stepped up to Mikey. "Suck me, uh, s-slut" he said.

"Need to… suck Jason…"

Owen took a deep breath. He reached down, clasping Mikey's cheeks with the fingers of his right hand, focusing the maddened boy's attention on him. He put as much force into his words as he could. "Suck me now, slut."

"Uhhhhh… suck Jason…"

Owen's dick throbbed in his pants. "Me first, slut."

Jason patted him on the back. "Nice, bro. That's how you do it."

"T-then?" whimpered Mikey.

Owen sighed. "You can s-suck him after me."

Mikey turned, looking up at Jason. "You… you promise?"

"Yeah," answered Jason. He smiled, enjoying the show.

"And you'll let me… touch myself…?"

"All you want, you little slut."

Mikey, still on his knees, lurched towards Owen so fast that the teen almost fell over. He didn't ask permission; he just put his hands on Owen's belt and started undoing the kid's jeans. Mikey fumbled with them, grunting as he struggled, reaching down every few moments to stroke himself again, but finally he got them off and they fell to Owen's ankles. Owen stood there in just his boxers, a massive boner tenting up in them. A moment later the boxers were down as well, and his eager fourteen-year-old cock was staring Mikey in the face.

Without hesitation, Mikey opened his mouth and engulfed it. Immediately his mind ping-ponged to his new priority of making Owen happy, submerging even his desire below that need, his mind a slave to circumstance.

"Hooooooly fuuuuck," gasped Owen. Rapid-fire slurps echoed in the room as Mikey sucked like nothing else mattered. To him, nothing else did. He sucked so eagerly. His cheeks were concave inwards with the fiery force of his need.

"You see, Owen?" said Jason. "You see what you get when you take what you want?"

"Oh my God," cried Owen. Mikey was bobbing in and out, his head moving rapid-fire on that teenage cock. One of his hands rubbed Owen's developing ballsack, while the other rubbed his own firm erection. Every moment was captured on camera, teen and tween in passionate sex, sex beyond all reason. Thousands would see it, watch it, save it, share it. Owen and Mikey's blowjob would never remain their own.

"When you're not a little pussy?"

But Owen and Mikey were lost to the world, their twin needs driving all thoughts from their minds but the pleasure Owen now felt. Mikey pulled off and then stuck out his tongue, running it along the tip of Owen's cock, encircling it while cool saliva dried on the rest of it. "Mmmm…MMMMMM!" cried Owen as new waves of pleasure flowed through him. He jerked his hips forward, nearly falling over from the jeans and boxers still tight around his ankles.

"When you use Mikey how he's meant to be used?"

By then Mikey was already moving on, deep-throating Owen's cock in one smooth motion, taking it all in. Owen cried out again, and his hips twisted as the orgasm finally, finally overtook the desperate younger teenage brother.

"When you let your big brother take care of you?"

Owen pumped his jizz into Mikey's waiting, no, eager mouth, and Mikey swallowed it all. As yet more cum flowed down into his belly, Mikey's own cock throbbed, no doubt knowing that its own relief was now a step closer than it had been before.

Owen took an involuntary step backwards, and now he did trip over his jeans and boxers, falling flat on his ass. Jason chuckled. A moment later, Mikey, on all fours, crawled over to lick Owen's cock clean, just like he knew he was required to do. He leaned forward into Owen's pelvis, tongue wiping over the now-flaccid penis, picking up all the teenage semen and saliva. Owen moaned softly, his face flush with energy.

Finally Mikey was done. His need, submerged below the importance of making Owen happy, resurfaced in his out-of-control mind. Still on all fours, his face inches above Owen's crotch, he turned to Jason. "Now?" he gasped. A little trace of Owen's cum rolled down his chin.

Jason nodded.

The naked boy practically galloped over to him. In an instant he was kneeling in front of Jason even while the younger brother's cum was still drying on his face. Sitting on his haunches, Mikey leaned forward, opened his mouth, and took the cock into his mouth. There was nothing else he wanted. In an instant, all the boy could care about was pleasuring Jason. Again his mind ping-ponged, again serving one of the Reiley brothers. His mouth was around Jason's cock, his right hand around Jason's balls, and his left hand stroking himself so he could finally, finally get his orgasm.

Behind them, Owen cried at what he'd done. But neither of them noticed.

The fire, urgency, and force of Mikey's sucking was overwhelming. There was a passion, a need, a vigor to what his mouth was doing that was beyond any simple hypnosis. Everything the boy was, all that he needed, all that he wanted, all his soul went into it. It was an overwhelming, all-encompassing need. No art to it. No careful licking or bobbing of the head. Just sheer, overwhelming force. Jason understood now why Owen had been whimpering and moaning so loudly; it was an insane feeling. As he held Mikey's head on his cock, he felt the boy's tongue lap back and forth with each pull of his mouth as he sucked, and sucked, and sucked.

Eventually, Mikey did start to bob his head. His hand, once encircling just Jason's balls, started to slide along the shaft of the cock, move back to the balls, and stimulate the teen more delicately. But still there was that desperate, needy sucking, the power of a boy who had only that one all-encompassing need. Mikey and Jason were lost in moaning, and desire, and the sheer, animalistic strength of that blowjob.

When Jason came, it was with a roar of emotion. He pushed the boy off just before the first rope of cum, and he let it shoot out and land on the small, sweaty, gasping body. It was a final humiliation for the child as rope after rope of thick cum landed on his naked body while the camera recorded. Mikey just lay on the floor, letting it splatter onto his smooth skin.

And a moment later Mikey finally shot his own desperate load. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried. "FINAALLLLLLY!" His whole body jerked with the long-delayed, overwhelming ecstasy that he had needed for so long and been so desperate for. Warmth flooded his dick, shooting out in more powerful jets of watery cum than the immature twelve-year-old had ever experienced; the first blast reached up to his chin which was much farther than he'd ever shot before. It was the most incredible release he could ever imagine.

The boy was flat on his back, and Jason called out, "let it land on your belly!" Mikey was in no state to argue as his own cum shot out. It landed on his skin, mixing with Jason's cum, translucent white puddles of humiliating, obscene fluid all over the naked boy.

Still more cum shot out of both cocks. Mikey's body was jerking up and down, his ass lifting up and up and up as he pulsed his hips with each miraculous shot of cum. Puddles of sticky white goo covered him now, his belly, chest, neck, face, and hair. When he was done, he lay on the ground, exhausted, humiliated, and covered in cum. It glistened in the light, the sheen caught on the camera. Even Owen, who had just cum, was hard again.

Jason decided to "take pity" on him. He squatted over the exhausted boy's face, to make it easier for him to lick the cock clean. Then he whispered, "now let's wrap it up for your fans. Be a performer, Mikey."

And so the exhausted boy's mind turned once again to pleasing pedophiles. For a moment he just lay there. How could he wrap this up for his fans after what they'd just seen?

He spread his arms out and lay there. His flaccid cock lay in the center of his naked, cum-covered body, on display for everyone to see. Even as a performer, he felt too tired to move. "Holy shit," he said, distantly noting even more profanity. He turned his face to look up at the camera and managed a small wave. "All right everyone, I'm back! Your host, performing for you as usual! You see what I'll do to make you horny? Not that BoyMasterJ gives me all that much choice, because he does control my cum, and I need to cum…" He shook his head. "Wow."

"Anyway, that was awesome. The best cum I've ever had. So I hope it was awesome for you too!" He was still laying on the ground, muscles unwilling to move. "But tell BoyMasterJ to let me cum more, please? I don't know how much more awesome I can take!"

Mikey the performer reached down a finger, drawing up a layer of cum, and sensuously licked it off. "Mmmmm!" he exclaimed. "Don't forget to comment on the incredible display of slutdom that you just watched, and come back next time to like it with Mikey!"

"Nice," said Jason. "Show's over. That was good."

Chapter 11
The Truth of Mikey's New Life

Mikey just lay there. He didn't move. He was worried that if he moved, or thought, or looked at anyone, he'd break into tears, and he wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. He heard the click of the camera turning off.

"What have you done to me?" he finally whimpered. For once, his mind was his own. No performer. No overwhelming need to cum. Just him, laying on the floor, covered in Jason's and his own cum. "That's not… me…" he said.

"It is now," replied Jason, as he briefly tweaked the boy's cock with his toes. "You're a little boyslut now. My own sextoy. You said it yourself."

Mikey just lay there. He brought his knees up, as if to protect his (at last) limp cocklet. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Was this who he was now?

"For tomorrow," Jason said, "don't clean yourself off. Just leave the cum on. I expect you back here at…" He looked at the clock. Jason wanted to leave them all time to sleep, and it was late. "Let's say noon. My mom will make sandwiches."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Mikey.

"It's the weekend," Jason answered. "We have all day to play around."

"But…" cried the boy. "But… that's…"

"Nuh-uh," said Jason. "Don't start. You wouldn't want to risk not getting two cums in again, would you now?"

Mikey's face fell. He looked at his controller, forlorn. "N-no," he mumbled.

"Good," said Jason. "And don't forget. No showering, and keep wearing those boxers." He turned away to start transferring the files from the camera to his computer.

Mikey slowly stood up. Jason was ignoring him now. He'd finished playing with his toy.

Silently, the abused boy went in search of his clothes. Owen had picked up his underwear and shorts, and handed them to him. Mikey didn't trust himself to speak; he just took them. Owen nodded. The teen watched as Mikey put one leg, then another into the crusty green boxers with layers of cum on them. Then his shorts, and his t-shirt.

Owen walked downstairs with Mikey once the boy was dressed. Mikey started to put on his shoes.

"I'm… r-really sorry," said Owen.

Mikey still didn't respond. He hadn't said a word since he got up. He just left. Once he was in the driveway, he finally let the tears fall down his cheeks.

* * *

By the time Mikey got home, tears were streaming down his cheeks. He could barely see as he parked his bike out back and snuck up to his room.

It was 2am, but Mikey didn't fall asleep. He just sobbed into his pillow. He felt like a shell of a person. He was a used toy. That feeling, of needing to cum so badly, and being on display for needing it so badly, was the most humiliating thing he'd ever been through. And now Jason was posting it online for the whole world to see and share it, to see him naked and jerking off and begging to cum.

And that didn't even count the rest of his day. He'd sucked dick seven times, three times for Owen, three times for Jason, and once for Pedro, who was using him too now. Once his life had been about friends and family and school and Frisbee. Now his life was about sucking dick, and other things like school and Frisbee just had to fit around that. He hadn't seen his friends all week, and didn't think he was about to, and he barely spoke to his parents.

And then there were the videos. He'd made the most humiliating video he could ever imagine, until he made the next one, which was even worse. Thousands of people, maybe more, would see him getting turned on by disgusting internet comments, then sucking cock, then writhing around on the floor needing to cum.

"Mikey Likes It." Oh God.

Mikey's pillow was wet with tears. He needed to sleep. He had another day tomorrow, another day of sucking cock and who knew what else. He flipped over the pillow so the dry side was up, and he turned over, and finally went to sleep without even undressing.

* * *

Jason smiled as he edited the video together. His face was blurred and all the pieces were there. Mikey was so good. The previous video was already up to over 2900 views. This one would beat that for sure.

He hit upload on the main video, and then on the cumscapade, as he thought of the follow up. The download meter almost immediately started ticking up. Probably some pedos living in California, or maybe in Europe.

Mikey was an amazing creation. He couldn't believe how well his commands had layered in the boy, and he wasn't done yet. That little boy slut was just getting started.

Jason went to his bed, and fell asleep easily.

* * *

Owen tossed and turned in bed. At first he'd fallen asleep, but then he kept waking up. He'd dreamed that Mikey was next to him, that he could reach out and hold his friend, pull him close, comfort him. He wanted to snuggle so badly. Then he'd dreamed that Mikey was mad, holding him down, raping him… and Owen found himself getting weirdly turned on by that. Then he dreamed that Mikey somehow overcame his control enough to get a knife and slit both his and Jason's throats in the night.

Now Owen lay awake, unable to fall back asleep after that last dream.

He felt guilty. He'd given in to Jason, not once, not twice, but three times. He'd called Mikey a slut. He'd used Mikey to get off, again and again and again, and he'd just watched, not stopping it.

Not that he could've stopped it, not with Jason's control. But he could have refused to participate, and he didn't.

He wanted to apologize so badly. He wanted to hold Mikey, and caress his smooth skin, and feel the warmth of his beautiful body, and he wanted for Mikey to be happy.

Owen stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to take him again.

* * *

In Mikey's dream, CNN had gotten hold of the latest video.

"BOY UNABLE TO CUM" went the headline. "In stranger news, a viral video captures a naked twelve-year-old boy who's so horny that he's rolling around the floor begging to cum," said the host. "The video's become a real sensation, already at over a hundred million views on YouTube."

The co-host cut in. "It's really an unbelievable video, Monica. I was glued to it."

"Yes, it just keeps going while he begs and pleads, and, if the audience will pardon me saying it, jerks himself."

"The boy, known in the video as Mikey, has been identified as Mikey Andrews of Marsden, Pennsylvania. His parents did not return a request for comment but referred to a written statement saying that they were `shamed and embarrassed to see their good Christian child reduced to something so pathetic,' and they were considering what to do next including putting the boy up for adoption. His pastor already declared that he was unwelcome in the church but that he prayed for God to save him."

"I can't even imagine if that was my child."

"It must be incredibly difficult for them," replied the co-host, "but some kids are just like that. They let themselves become horny little sluts."

"Yes, it's really a shame. Anyway, in one last bit of interesting news, some advocates claim the video should be taken down because it violates child pornography laws, but given that it has already had over a hundred million views, the FBI has announced that it's a matter of public interest and can remain online. You can find a link to the video at cnn.com."

"Meanwhile, in Iran, the Ayatollah is denouncing what he claims is `Western Imperialism…'"

Mikey suddenly came awake. It was 4:30 in the morning.

He rolled over. He needed to get more sleep.

He didn't know what would happen next.

To Be Continued