Chapter 1
A therapist named Lester Dichmol

Coping with his wife leaving them had been much more difficult for Zachary and his children than he had anticipated. His wife had left them almost a year ago, and both Zachary and his kids were still struggling to get on with their lives without her. Zach and Jacob, his seven year old twins were the ones apparently less affected by their mother's absence, but Elliot, his eleven year old first born was having a rough time. Elliot had always been an introverted and peaceful boy, gifted at school and quiet, spending most of his spare time drawing or painting. Lately, however, Elliot had been having issues at school; his grades had gone down and Zachary had been contacted on more than one occasion due to Elliot's misconduct.

It was Zachary's brother, Ian, who had suggested that he and the boys have therapy to help them cope with their new family dynamics after his wife's desertion, and had even suggested a therapist, Doctor Lester Dichmol. Dichmol, Ian had said, had been helping him and his son to get over the death of his beloved wife over the past six months of therapy.

So taking his brother's advice, Zachary had decided to give it a try with the therapist and made an appointment. This was why he had taken Friday off and had picked up the boys from school. The therapist's assistant, a man by the name of Billy Sanders, had informed Zachary that for family therapy, all the family needed to be present for the first session. Elliot had made it very clear that he did not want to go to therapy, but Zachary had been firm and had said it was not open for debate. So, after a thirty minute ride out of town, they arrived at a solitary building in the middle of nowhere.

The twins jumped out of the car followed by a very reluctant Elliot. Zachary knocked on the door. There was no delay before a young man opened the door and greeted them.

"The Mitchells, right?" the man asked.

"Yes, I'm Zachary Mitchell,"

"Billy Sanders," the young man said, "I'm Doctor Dichmol's assistant."

"Nice to meet you. These are my children. My oldest, Elliot," Zachary said pointing at his son.

"Nice to meet you, Elliot," Billy Sanders said shaking the beautiful boy's hand.

Elliot was most definitely a beauty, slightly underdeveloped for an eleven year old, so he was a bit rounder, more like a nine year old in looks. He had jet black short hair, sparse dark eyebrows, a lovely pair of big light blue eyes which were fixed on his shoes with a heavy curtain of dark eyelashes, a small snub nose and full pink lips. The boy also had a slightly dimpled chin and somewhat big ears.

"And these are Zach and Jacob, the twins," Zachary introduced his seven year olds.

"Hi guys!" Sanders said shaking the boys' hands in turn.

The twins were nothing like Elliot; they were blonde like their father and had crop-cut platinum hair, light eyebrows, big wide set dark blue eyes with heavy blonde lashes, a snub nose and pink thin lips.

"Hi!" they said in unison.

"If you'll come in, please," Billy Sanders said, "Doctor Dichmol will be with you in no time."

The young man conducted the Mitchells inside and asked them to sit down while he notified the therapist that his new patients had arrived. When Sanders entered the therapist's office, Lester Dichmol was almost finishing his session with Tommy Mitchell, Elliot's seven year old cousin, and Ian, Elliot's only uncle. The sweet looking boy was naked on the man's desk while his father, Ian Mitchell, remained sitting in front of them immobile and dressed, his hands strapped to the chair's arms. Ian's cock was outside his pants and the wet rod kept on throbbing as if masturbated by an invisible force. As the father watched, Doctor Dichmol was polishing the pink-red cockhead of Tommy's 5 cm[c. 2"] dick. The boy was breathing heavily, clearly very close to orgasm. As the boy's hips started bouncing more savagely, Tommy started moaning slightly. Ian's face blushing and covered in tears, hating seeing his son abused by the adult, but on the brink of orgasm as well.

"Billy," the therapist said, "Please assist Mister Mitchell."

"Yes, doctor," the twisted assistant replied.

Ian Mitchell started crying, hating what was coming but wishing it would happen too. Having been Dichmol's patient for six months he knew what the doctor was like. The blonde assistant knelt before the man and started polishing the adult purple cockhead using the man's own precum to assist him.

"Ple-ease, st-sto-op, pleeee …" Ian begged and Sanders laughed.

Dichmol lubed a finger and inserted it up Tommy's lovely butthole as he carried on masturbating the boy. Tommy gasped and complained, tears in his eyes as he begged the man to stop, but his body convulsing with the pleasure of being manipulated by the experienced adult. Ian Mitchell hated the abuse his son was subjected to, but in his mind he loved it, he loved seeing his boy used. He felt desperate as Sanders, who enjoyed nothing more than to edge and torture males of any age, polished his cockhead, wanting nothing more than to cum at the assistant's expert manipulations. When the assistant stopped the polishing and let go of Ian's dick, Ian begged to be allowed to cum.

A few moments later like an echo Tommy begged, "Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeee!" as he dry-cummed.

As Tommy's body convulsed in orgasm, Ian's cock started spurting on its own. Wad after wad after wad of Ian's adult spunk which had been built up for the past three hours, seeing his son undergo all sorts of abuse by Doctor Dichmol. Once done, Doctor Dichmol spoke, "Now, I'll count from 10 to 1. When I get to one, you will be deeply asleep and your erections will have subsided."

"Yes, doctor," both the man and his son said.

When the countdown finished, both father and son were deeply asleep. Doctor Dichmol sat before Ian Mitchell and grinned, more satisfied than ever. Looking at the twenty seven year old widower all covered in his own cum was a delightful sight, one he had enjoyed many times over the past three months.

"Mister Mitchell," Dichmol spoke, "This week will be very tough for you. When I snap my fingers you will wake up feeling more ashamed than ever. The more ashamed you feel, the more you'll want for your son to be used. This week you'll have an erection every time Tommy tells you he loves you. You will not be able to endure the whole week before our next session and you will contact me for an extra session three days from now."

"Yes, doctor," the man said.

Then he moved to the boy.

"When I snap my fingers, Tommy, you will wake up and remember everything that happened in detail. "

"Yes, doctor," the boy replied in his shy voice.

Billy Sanders left the office when the therapist was snapping his fingers, and re-joined the Mitchells in the waiting lounge. He told them the therapist would be ready to see them in ten minutes, once he had finished with his current patients. Zachary Mitchell thanked the man and then remained silent like his children.

Elliot hated being here. He hated his dad for having driven his mother away and he didn't want to be here. He was angry, as angry as he'd ever been before. This weekend his best friend Kyle was having a sleepover and both Aaron and Jesse were going to be there. Kyle, Aaron and Jesse were Elliot's best friends, they were like a little gang who spent most of their time together in and out of school. He'd never missed a sleepover with them before and he was now going to miss it because his stupid dad made him come here. Kyle's dad was taking the gang out on a trip this afternoon and they weren't sure when they would be getting back but it would be late. This meant that Elliot couldn't join them later after the appointment. But even as he thought it, deep down he knew he didn't mean it, his dad wasn't stupid and he didn't hate him either. He was just angry, angry that his parents had split.

Ten minutes later, Ian and Tommy Mitchell came outside Dichmol's office and ran into Zachary and his boys. They all greeted each other and the twins started chatting with their only cousin. Ian was so ashamed at what had transpired inside Dichmol's office and was so afraid of the man. But he was also thankful because since the therapy began, he and Tommy had become closer, hadn't they? Ian now knew he was a perverted faggot who enjoyed participating in the constant abuse of his son at the hands of the therapist and his assistant. Funny, though, was the fact that deep inside his mind there was a nagging feeling this had all only started when they began therapy with Doctor Dichmol. That the man was somehow responsible for his incestuous feelings for Tommy. But that couldn't be, Doctor Dichmol had done nothing but help him explore his dark psyche, even if the cost was so high: his son being used as a tool to cure Ian's twisted appetites., This was what the doctor was constantly reminding him they were trying to accomplish with these 'sessions'.

As his brother greeted him and hugged him, Ian wanted to warn him, he wanted to tell his older brother he should run away with his children as fast as he could before it was too late, but something prevented him from doing it. The very same way something had made him recommend the therapist to his brother in the first place. Ian Mitchell did not know that from day one Doctor Dichmol had been hypnotizing and programming him to do everything he wanted, including the constant sexual abuse he and his son had been undergoing at the hands of the therapist and his assistant. He was also worried that his brother would notice the stains on his trousers.

Zachary Mitchell had the impression his younger brother wanted to say something, but he ignored it thinking it was probably nothing. It was Billy Sanders who interrupted them to inform Zachary and his children that Doctor Dichmol would see them now.

When the Mitchells had gone inside the office, Billy Sanders approached Ian and Tommy.

"Show me your dicklet, Tommy," he said.

The seven year older blushed and turned to look at his father. Ian Mitchell wanted to tell the man to fuck off, take his only son and walk away. Instead, controlled by the suggestions that had been implanted in his head, he nodded for his son to comply. Tommy shyly pulled his shorts down, going commando as Doctor Dichmol had ordered four months before. Billy Sanders knelt before Tommy and pinched on the flaccid 1.5cm[c. 0.5"] rod, making Tommy flinch in pain. He then took the little nuts and slapped them five times in a row, causing tears to well up in the boy's eyes.

"Sit on the desk, Ian," Sanders commanded the man.

Once again, Ian Mitchell wanted to refuse, but he couldn't. Sanders sat on his chair and made Tommy sit on his lap so they were both facing Ian. Sanders looked at the man now.

"What do you want me to do, Ian?" Sanders asked.

Ian Mitchell wanted to hit the guy in the face, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, as tears welled up in his eyes, he softly said, "Make Tommy hard, please."

"Okay as you really want me to," Sanders said and peeled the boy's foreskin back.

The sadistic twenty-four year-old put saliva on his fingers and started rubbing Tommy's recently abused cockhead in circles until the tiny rod came to an erection. Tommy whimpered but his little seven year old dicklet started engorging quickly, used to the abuse after six months of 'therapy'. Ian's cock was rock hard already, and another precum stain appeared on his pants.

"Good," Sanders said having achieved his goal, "You can go home now."

Ian got off the desk, feeling ashamed at what he had asked Sanders to do, but frustrated that the man had decided to stop using Tommy. What was wrong with him? Yeah, he was a perverted fuck because he got so hard every time he saw his boy's lovely stick manipulated by Dichmol or Sanders. He knelt before Tommy and pulled the boy's shorts up, took the boy's hand, and walked out of the house so they could both go home. Only God knew the torture he would have to endure until next week, when their next appointment was scheduled.

Zachary Mitchell didn't know what to expect of therapy, but he did know he wanted to get things fixed, especially with Elliot, who most resented his mother's absence. Doctor Dichmol was a weird looking man, tall and wiry. He was white and balding, with full eyebrows and small dark eyes behind heavy spectacles. Every time the man smiled his face took on a sinister quality, a disturbing thought Zachary tried to put aside. The session began quite normally with the therapist asking each of the Mitchells what they expected from therapy. Thirty minutes into the session he asked the man and his children to take one of the couches each and lie down. He turned the lights off and turned on a dim lamp, as soft music started playing for his patients.

"I will need you all to relax before we begin therapy, so close your eyes and breathe deeply as I instruct you. Inhale … exhale … inhale … exhale …"

Embedded in the music was a subliminal command that kept on repeating for the Mitchell's minds; "You are very tired. Your eyelids are heavy. You want to fall asleep."

Twenty minutes into the music, Doctor Dichmol said, "I'm gonna countdown from ten to one and when I reach one, all of you will be deeply asleep and unable to feel anything. Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one."

Doctor Dichmol checked that all four Mitchells were now sound asleep and he was free to begin. He began by giving each of the Mitchells a couple of sexual enhancement pills. He proceeded to place headsets on Zachary and his children. Once each had a set on, he turned the tape player on, to begin the procedure. In their headphones, as they were in deep sleep, Zachary Mitchell and his children would be listening to white noise. Embedded in the white noise, two commands would repeat over and over:

1. 'You will do as I command, without question, without hesitation, you will do as I command.'
2. 'You will do as Billy Sanders my assistant commands, without question, without hesitation, you will do as he commands.'

Once he was certain the family were in the state he wanted and were hearing the tape, he started by unzipping and unbuttoning Zachary Mitchell's pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. He then proceeded to pull down Elliot's shorts and tighty-whiteys, and finished with the twins, Zach and Jacob. When he was done, he picked up his Polaroid camera and took two snapshots of the Mitchell family as a group. Then he proceeded to take individual snapshots of each member of the family; full body and then a close up of each of their genitals. He was able then to see what he had been dealt.

He took his measuring tape and began on Zachary Mitchell's cock, which was 11cm [c. 4.5"] in its flaccid state, resting over a couple of good looking orbs, maybe 20 ml [c. 0.5fl oz] in volume. He took the rod in his hand and pulled the foreskin back, exposing a regular-sized good looking helmet, which he took a couple more snapshots of. After Zachary, he moved on to Elliot. The boy's stick was 2cm [c. 0.8"] in its flaccid state, resting over a tight sac with balls around 2 ml [c. 0.05fl oz] in testicular volume. Like his father's the boy's dick had a full frontal foreskin, so it wasn't hard to peel it back. The boy's dickhead was so red Dichmol licked his lips imagining he was licking it. It was a bullet shaped big head for a dick so tiny. Last on the menu, he moved on to the twins. Both Zack and Jacob measured the same, their cute dicklets bigger than Elliot's in a flaccid state, measuring 4cm[c. 1.6"]. He pulled the full frontal foreskins to see a couple of beautiful triangle-shaped regular sized red cockheads. He knew that them being bigger than Elliot would come in useful in their 'therapy'. This was all he needed to confirm his decision to make Elliot the special person in this family.

Having taken all the pictures he needed, Lester Dichmol placed them in the folder and sat in front of the deeply asleep Zachary Mitchell and removed the man's headset. He started manipulating the man's flaccid cock.

"Your family therapy will begin now, Mister Mitchell," Lester Dichmol said, "as of today, you and your children are mine.

"I will do with all of you as I please, and you, Zachary Miller, will obey my every command. Repeat this command for me."

"You will do with all of us as you please, and I, Zachary Miller, will obey your every command."

"Good," Dichmol said and squeezed the man's cockhead.

He looked at Zachary, Elliot, Zach and Jacob, and grinned. The Mitchell's susceptibility to hypnotism was amazing. Lester Dichmol had never had a patient so quick to succumb to him and to have four in one family meant he could go quicker and further than ever before. He knew he was really lucky with his new patients and he was determined to make the most of it. Little Elliot was going to have one hell of a ride as the therapist turned this family into his twisted sexual playground, like he'd done with countless families before.

Chapter 2
Elliot Mitchell: a boy in distress

It had been four weeks since the Mitchells had started therapy with Lester Dichmol. These four weeks had been four sessions in which Lester had devoted himself to doing nothing but subliminally program them to obey his every command. At the very first session, Lester Dichmol had prescribed some supplements he'd told Zachary Mitchell were vitamins which would help them to get the most from their therapy. The truth? The Mitchells had been ingesting sexual stimulating pills three times a day, one pill with each meal. Lester informed Zachary Mitchell that from this point on, therapy sessions would not always involve all of the family members every week, and he would let the man know who should attend each week. Today was the fifth week and the first time since the first session when the whole family was to attend. It was also to be the first 'real' session with Zachary and his children. As he did every time he began a session, he asked the patient(s) to lie on the couch while he played soft music to get them into the hypnotic trance. The Mitchells as usual took no time to go under, so, he started on the deep sleep mode, by repeating his programming phrase:

"I'm gonna countdown from ten to one and when I reach one, all of you will be deeply asleep and unable to feel anything. Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one."

When all four Mitchells were in deep sleep, Lester Dichmol sat next to Zachary Mitchell, removed his headphones and pulled down the man's pants and underwear. Once the man was ready Lester spoke to him, "I'm going to explain to you how my therapy works," Lester Dichmol told the hypnotized man as he masturbated him.

"First off, I will be messing with your psyche as I mess with your body. The goal of my therapy is to turn you into a masochistic pervert who will enjoy seeing his children abused, so you and your family can turn into my sexual slaves. Right now your cock is getting hard as I explain this to you. Feel your cock go rock hard.

"In every family group, I select a target that will remain totally aware of what is happening to them. In this case, I have chosen Elliot to be that target. Being the target means that Elliot will be the only member of your family who will not be 'programmed' to enjoy the things they are made to do or have done to them in the therapy. It is a big turn on for me to have at least one member of each family who goes through the therapy with his emotions and feelings uncontrolled so he will fully experience and react normally to the abuse from the people he loves. What can I say? I'm a twisted fuck. The one thing programmed into Elliot's brain will be the impossibility of talking about what he is enduring during and outside our sessions. You need to know Elliot will be abused over and over as we move on with our treatment. This, as we progress, will be more and more a major turn on for you. You will eventually give me full power over your children to make sure Elliot is abused more and more.

"Of course you won't remember that this conversation ever took place. Today, when we are done, you will remember a normal therapy session. And will feel so thankful to me for helping you out with your family situation."

When Lester Dichmol finished speaking, Zachary's cock was rock hard.

"You are rock hard and you will remain rock hard until I tell you. As you listen to the programming tape you will feel your orgasm approach, but you will only cum when Elliot apologizes and starts crying. Repeat the command for me."

"I am rock hard and I will remain rock hard until you tell me. As I listen to the programming tape I will feel my orgasm approaching, but I will only cum when Elliot apologizes and starts crying."

"Good," Lester said.

Once he had explained the 'therapy' to the unconscious man, and had programmed the first scenario, he replaced the headset on him to keep on reinforcing the two basic subliminal commands. As Zachary and the twins were mentally programmed, Dichmol was free to work with Elliot. He started by pulling down the boy's shorts and tighty-whiteys down to his ankles. He then removed the boy's headset and finished by taking off the boy's top. Lester Dichmol took his sweet time admiring the boy's physique. Elliot was most definitely cute. His skin was so white that his pink nipples looked like a couple of strawberries on whipped cream. His tiny flaccid noodle looked so delicious as it rested against the boy's little balls, the man felt precum already oozing from his adult cock.

"Elliot," Lester Dichmol said, "You are deeply asleep but you can hear me. Tell me if you can hear me."

"I can hear you," the sleeping hypnotized boy said.

"You will do as I command," the pervert said, "without question, without hesitation, you will do as I command. Repeat this for me."

"I will do as you command, doctor," the boy repeated, "without question, without hesitation, I will do as you command."

"Good," Dichmol said, "I'm going to snap my fingers. When I snap my fingers you will open your eyes and regain full consciousness. You won't be able to move a single muscle of your body, but you will be able to speak."

"Yes, doctor," the boy said.

"When I snap my fingers a second time, you will be deeply asleep once again."

"Yes, doctor."

Doctor Lester Dichmol snapped his fingers and Elliot opened his eyes to find the Doctor facing him. Doctor Dichmol smiled at the boy as he placed his hand on the 2cm [c. 0.8"] flaccid pre-teen dicklet. Elliot gasped as the man touched him, realizing his pants were down.

"Wha-what …?" he managed to say, trying to get away from the man but unable to move a muscle.

"I hear you have been a problem at school, Elliot," the man said, "and I am going to punish you for it."

As he said this, the man poured a bit of lubricant on Elliot's flaccid cock and started manipulating it. Elliot gasped in shock at what the man was doing. He knew no one was supposed to touch him there! It was bad touch, it was bad touch!

"Stop!" he said, "I'm telling my dad!"

"No you are not," Dichmol said peeling the boy's foreskin back.

"Wh-what …?" he said again.

Against his will – because of the touching and the sexual stimulants – his little pecker started engorging under Dichmol's expert touch. He started gasping as he experienced pleasure in his genitals for the very first time in his life. As he was touched, a sort of desperation started building up in his crotch. Lester Dichmol felt delighted as the boystick got completely hard, He continued to play with it while he measured it, He was delighted it was only 5cm [c. 2"] in its fully erected state hardly bigger than his younger brothers' when they were soft.. He hoped he was right that despite the size the boy would be able to make sperm. Well he knew he was going to find out soon.

"St-top, please," Elliot said switching from cocky to humble.

"Why would I stop if you are enjoying it?" Lester Dichmol said.

"I-I am not!" Elliot stated.

"Well your little baby dick thinks otherwise," the man added making fun of Elliot's tiny dick, small for a boy his age or in fact any schoolboy, "look how hard it is as I touch it."

Having said so, he started jerking the boystick up and down as he used his other hand to rub on the lovely bullet-shaped mushroom red dickhead. He rubbed and jerked until he felt the boy approaching orgasm. Before Elliot came, though, the pervert stopped and firmly squeezed the thin shaft to prevent the boy from ejaculating.

"Stop, please," Elliot begged.

"No," the man said, "Not only will I not stop, but I will carry on doing it until you cum."

"Come?" the boy asked.

"Don't you know what cumming is?" the man asked.

"Ye-es," Elliot said remembering Adam saying the word when they were giggling about masturbation and sex one day. Elliot hadn't really understood much of what Adam had said but was too embarrassed to ask his friends. They all seemed to know so much more about sex than he did.

"Have you ever cum?" the man asked.

The boy shook his head no. He wasn't absolutely clear what cumming was but he was certain he hadn't done it.

Lester Dichmol grinned and unzipping his own fly, he took his adult cock out and started masturbating. Elliot opened his eyes wide as he looked upon the man's curved-down thick 21cm [c. 8.5"] cock, which was oozing a transparent substance. Elliot had never seen anything like this before today. Dichmol scooped up some of his precum on his fingers, took Elliot's dicklet again and resumed his jerking of the sweet tool as he used his juice to polish the bullet-shaped knob.

"Please," Elliot begged again, the sensations in his little prick unbearable, "please!"

"You are mine, Elliot," the man said, "No matter how much you beg, I will not stop. And I will do this every week for as long as the therapy continues."

"N-no, nnnnnngh!" Elliot whimpered unable to process the feelings in his, before today, virgin rod and balls.

"Oh, yes!" The man said intensifying the polishing of the lovely cockhead, "Because, you see, all your family will be on my side."

"N-no, no, you-you're lying!"

"Oh, I am not!" the man said.

As tears started welling up in Elliot's eyes, Doctor Dichmol bent down and engulfed the boy's stick, applying as much suction as he could. Elliot gasped and moaned unable to process this new feeling on his dick. Lester Dichmol carried on sucking and started bobbing his head up and down the short distance between the tip and base of Elliot's dicklet.

"Pleee-aaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeee," Elliot begged.

The sensations in his little rod were so pleasurable he thought he was gonna lose his mind. Doctor Dichmol chose that moment to snap his fingers and Elliot fell deeply asleep. The evil man sucked a bit more on the boystick and stood up to take some new Polaroids of Elliot's hard lovely big-headed minuscule cock. Elliot's dicklet was only 5cm [c. 2"] in its most erect state, but the red mushroom cockhead made for an attractive boystick. Once done, he placed the Polaroid aside and sat before the boy once again.

"When I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes, Elliot. The feelings in your dick will have intensified tenfold. Repeat this command for me."

"When I wake up, the feelings in my dick will have intensified tenfold," the boy said.

"When you're about to cum I will click my fingers and you will fall deeply asleep, leaving your orgasm suspended."

"Yes, doctor," the boy replied.

"Good," Doctor Dichmol said.

The pervert took the boy's rod in his mouth and started sucking on it again. Once he'd found a good pace, he snapped his fingers. Elliot opened his eyes unaware of the fact that the sucking had stopped for some minutes. The sensations in his dick were now unbearable. He couldn't even bring himself to beg anymore, he rolled his eyes back and forth as he gasped with his mouth half open, saliva drooling from it. He was totally unaware of anything else, he was just his dick. He suddenly felt an urge unlike any he had felt before; and he thought he wanted to pee.

Noticing Elliot was approaching orgasm, Lester Dichmol sucked even more fiercely at the little pecker. He heard the boy's labored breathing and the animal grunting; Elliot was zoned out into that place in which nothing mattered except for climaxing. The man sucked expertly, tonguing the red dickhead as he sucked and bobbed his head up and down, until he felt the tiny rod throb incessantly. Elliot grunted at a first contraction and Dichmol clicked his fingers and the boy instantly fell deeply asleep once again, on the brink of orgasm. The man had the chance to savor the boy's precum, and the thought he had won his bet, as he took his time edging Elliot a bit more in his sleep.

"Can you hear me, Elliot," the doctor said.

"Yes, doctor," the boy said, in his deep-sleep state.

"After this session you will stop wearing underwear. You will do it because you have such a tiny dick and balls you don't need underwear. Underwear is only for boys with bigger dicks and balls. You will be afraid if you ever put on underwear it will burn your little dicklet and balls but you will not be able to explain this to anyone else so you will just say you don't like wearing underwear. You will feel very embarrassed about not wearing underwear and if anyone notices you will immediately get a little stiffy. Confirm this command."

"As of tomorrow I will stop wearing underwear," Elliot repeated, "I will be scared underwear will burn my dicklet and balls but I can't explain it to anyone else so I will just say I don't like wearing underwear. I will feel very embarrassed at not wearing underwear. If anyone notices I am not wearing underwear I will immediately get a little stiffy.

"Very good," Lester Dichmol said.

"When I snap my fingers," Doctor Dichmol said, "you will wake up and you'll feel exactly what you felt before you fell asleep some minutes ago. You will feel a very strong urge to pee, combined with your orgasm, and will stand up from your seat. Once standing you will cum and pee all over yourself when I say the code word."

"Yes, doctor," the boy acknowledged.

"Good," the man added, "the code word is 'very well'."

Doctor Dichmol then proceeded to dress the boy and picked him up to place him on one of the four chairs facing his desk, the second one from the left.

"When you're finished peeing, you will remember everything that I've done to you today and feel whatever you would naturally feel after it."

"Yes, doctor," the boy said.

Doctor Dichmol then went to the twins and removed their headsets.

As of tomorrow, you both will stop wearing your usual underwear. You will only wear the special underwear your Daddy will put in your underwear drawer. You will hate any other underwear. The special underwear makes you look and feel so good and sexy. Elliot can't wear it because he has a much smaller dick and balls than you two. Confirm this command."

"As of tomorrow we will only wear our special underwear," the twins repeated, "We will hate any other underwear. The special underwear makes us look and feel so good and sexy. Elliot can't wear it because he has a much smaller dick and balls than us two.."

"Very good," Lester Dichmol said.

"When I snap my fingers," the man said, "you will wake up and your brother Elliot will pee all over himself. I want you to laugh at him, laugh at him hard. You will tease Elliot with what he did all week long and make fun of him every chance you get, calling him a pee-all-over baby. Confirm the command."

"When you snap your fingers we will wake up and Elliot will pee all over himself," the boys said in unison, "We will laugh at him, laugh at him hard. We will tease Elliot with what he did all week long and make fun of him every chance we get, calling him a pee-all-over baby."

"Good," the man said, "every time you make fun of Elliot, your little dicks will get hard and feel so good and you will want to touch them. Confirm the command."

"Every time we make fun of Elliot, our little dicks will get hard and feel so good and we will want to touch them."

"Very good," Lester Dichmol said.

Lester Dichmol took the boys one at a time and placed them on the third and fourth chairs from the left facing the therapist's desk and walked to Zachary.

"Zachary," the therapist said, "Confirm that you can hear me."

"I can hear you," Zachary replied.

"When you get home you will remove all of Elliot's underwear from his room and take it to your bedroom. You will never let Elliot have anymore underwear. You will throw all your underwear and the twins' away. You will take the underwear my assistant gives you when you leave and put it in the twins' underwear drawer. It will be the only underwear they will wear and you will think how good and sexy they look in it. You will put on a pair of Elliot's tighty-whiteys and keep the rest in your room for your own use. You will hate all other underwear. His underwear will feel really tight so you will keep your cock and balls pulled through the entrance making it bigger if necessary. You will be annoyed that Elliot has such small underwear and think it is typical of the brat to be so inconsiderate. Confirm this command."

When I get home I will remove all of Elliot's underwear from his room and take it to my bedroom. I will never let Elliot have anymore underwear. I will throw all my underwear and the twins' away. I will take the underwear your assistant gives me when I leave and put it in the twins underwear drawer. It will be the only underwear they will wear and I will think how good and sexy they look in it. I will put on a pair of Elliot's tighty-whiteys and keep the rest in my room for my use. I will hate all other underwear. His underwear will feel really tight so I will keep my cock and balls pulled through the entrance, making it bigger if necessary. I will be annoyed that Elliot has such small underwear and think it is typical of the brat to be so inconsiderate.

"Very good," Lester Dichmol said, "Are you ready to cum, Mister Mitchell?" the pervert asked the hypnotized single parent.

"I am ready to cum, doctor," he said.

"Good. When will you cum?" he asked.

"When Elliot apologizes and starts crying," Zachary replied.

"Good. Eliot will pee all over himself."

"Wh-why will he …?" the man asked.

"You will do as I command," Dichmol said knowing the man might need some reinforcement, "without question, without hesitation, you will do as I command."

"Yes, doctor," the man said.

"Elliot will pee all over himself. He is a brat. He wants to annoy you."

"He wants to annoy me," Zachary repeated.

"You will find his peeing all over himself very arousing," Dichmol said.

"N-no," Zachary fought in his hypnotized state, "It-it's wro-ong."

"You will do as I command, without question, without hesitation, you will do as I command," the therapist added, "You will find his peeing all over himself very arousing."

"I-I … will …" he said.

"This will be your first conflict, because you will be disturbed about this thought, the thought that you are aroused by your son peeing all over himself."

"Ye-es, doc-doctor," Zachary added.

"Every time you remember this moment, your cock will go hard."

"Every time, doctor," Zachary said.

"If you ever see Elliot peeing again," Doctor Dichmol said, "You will cum on the spot."

"N-n-n .. n-no," he struggled.

"You will do as I command, without question, without hesitation, you will do as I command," Dichmol repeated, "If you ever see Elliot peeing again, you will cum on the spot. Repeat the command."

"If I ever see Elliot p … pe … pee-I … peeing again," Zachary said forced by the idea implanted by Dichmol, "I w-wi-willl … c … c … cu … cu-cum … on the spot."

"You will feel annoyed with Elliot for being a brat but guilty all the time, every time you remember Elliot's peeing making you cum."

"Yes, doctor," Zachary said once again.

"And you will seek comfort in me. Only I can provide comfort for your predicament."

"Yes, doctor."

"You will feel an overwhelming attraction to me, like I am your superior in every way. You will fear me, desire and love me. It will be as if you worship me and everything I say seems to make absolute sense to you."

"I … I will, doctor," Zachary replied.

"Good."

Lester Dichmol placed the man on the first chair next to Elliot, facing the therapist's desk and a sinister grin appeared on his face at what he was about to do. He put the man's wet cock back inside his pants, but outside his underwear, and zipped him up.

It had been a very good first 'real' session, considering the fact that he didn't usually make a move this bold until the third or fourth 'real' session. The Mitchells however, had been so easily hypnotized from the first twenty minute music pre-hypnosis period. Right from the first session, that failed in at least 65 % of his cases Doctor Dichmol knew the Mitchells were going to be his best subjects ever. He had still gone through with the full conditioning over the last few weeks to make sure all the Mitchells were fully under his control. While he was eager to get started he wanted to make sure there was no risk of any of them resisting him whatever he got them to do and now he knew the moment had come to start testing that power.

He sat on his desk facing the Mitchells and then he did it: He snapped his fingers. All the Mitchells opened their eyes. As commanded during his hypnotic state, Elliot felt the urge to pee combined with the intense orgasm approaching and stood up from his chair.

"Very well," Lester Dichmol said.

And all hell broke loose. Unable to hold himself, Elliot whimpered and his little pecker started shooting his cum inside his underwear, the eleven year old experiencing the first orgasm of his life, his legs buckling as he moaned before his brothers and father, cum staining his red sports shorts. Zachary Mitchell looked at Elliot not understanding what was happening, but subconsciously knowing Elliot was cumming. As his orgasm receded, Elliot's bladder let go and the pee stain started covering the boy's red shorts. Zach and Jacob started laughing at their brother, feeling their little dicklets harden as they did. Zachary Mitchell looked at his oldest son in confusion, noticing for the first time his adult cock was rock hard. He did not understand what was going on in his head, but he found the situation extremely arousing. Elliot felt as humiliated as he'd ever felt as the pee stain continued to grow and his urine started running down his legs, his twin brothers laughing at him calling him a 'pee-all-over' baby.

"I-I …" Elliot stammered feeling embarrassed and humiliated, "I'm so-sorry!"

As the boy uttered the words 'I'm sorry' he started crying and Zachary Mitchell grunted, as he too started cumming in his trousers unable to control it. As the pee stain grew in Elliot's red shorts and the boy continued to sob his apology, the man's orgasm intensified. He did everything he could to conceal the fact that his cock had started spurting inside his pants, but he knew it was obvious he was cumming, especially when the cum stain started showing through his pants. Lester Dichmol observed with delight as the Mitchells started their road to the abyss as a family. He picked up his intercom and pushed a button.

"Billy," the man said, "would you please step into my office?"

"Yes, doctor," the young assistant said.

"It seems that we all have a lot of talking to do," the therapist said.

Both Elliot and Zachary looked at the therapist. Elliot wanted to tell his dad what the man had done, he wanted to tell his dad that during therapy the man had bad-touched him and sucked on his dick. But as he tried to open his mouth nothing came out and he only nodded. Zachary Mitchell wanted to explain, wanted to tell the doctor he didn't know why he had cum, but nothing came to his mouth and he only nodded. Lester Dichmol knew he had hit jackpot with his new patients.

Chapter 3
'First' session: the Aftermath

Billy Sanders entered the office at Lester's request. Doctor Lester Dichmol asked the young man to take Elliot and assist him to clean himself up. He also asked him to take the twins into the lounge while he had a few words with Mister Zachary Mitchell. The blonde assistant took the boys and left the office. Lester Dichmol turned to Zachary Mitchell with a worried expression.

"Is there something you would like to volunteer, Mister Mitchell?"

"I-I … what do you mean, doctor?" Zachary said red as a tomato.

"Mister Mitchell," he said, "I have been a therapist all my life and I recognize family dynamics rather easily."

Zachary nodded.

"I can't help but notice your pants are soaked in cum," the pervert said, "So, I'll repeat my question: Is there something you would like to volunteer?"

Zachary Mithcell started sobbing unable to understand what was happening. Why had he cum when he'd seen Elliot so humiliated? He did not know what to say, so he only looked at the man as tears welled up in his eyes.

"There's no need for secrecy with me, Zachary," Dichmol said becoming more personal, "If there's something dark inside your head, I can help you fix it."

"I-I don't … I'm … I can't unders-st …" Zachary stammered.

"Breathe, Zachary," Dichmol said, and stood up from his place at the desk.

He went behind the man and started rubbing the single parent's back. Zachary Mitchell did not say anything, he didn't know why but he found the therapist's touch very comforting. He sobbed as the therapist rubbed his back and shoulders.

"You need to change into a pair of clean pants," Dichmol said.

"I-I do," Zachary said still embarrassed.

Lester Dichmol walked towards a closet he had against the back wall of the office, opened it and came back with a clean pair of pants. He faced the sobbing man and smiled.

"Here," he said, "change into something clean. You don't want Elliot to see your pants soaked in cum."

"Is there a bathroom?" Zachary asked.

"You can change here," Dichmol said, "I'm your therapist and I can be your friend, if you let me."

Zachary wanted to ask for the bathroom again, but the only thing he did was nod. It was true, Lester Dichmol was his therapist and was not judging him for having cum at seeing Elliot humiliated. This man was a professional and Zachary thought he would indeed like to have him as a friend.

"Yes," Zachary said as he started unbuttoning his pants, "I would like us to be friends."

He turned his back to Lester and started to take down his pants and his underwear.

"Why don't you turn around, Zachary," Dichmol said, "I think you want to turn around. I think you want me to see your cum-soaked semi-hard cock."

Zachary did not want that. Why would he? He did not want the man to see his cum-soaked semi-hard cock. Did he? Did he want Lester Dichmol to see his cum soaked semi-hard cock? He didn't. He did. He did? Did he want Lester Dichmol to see his cum soaked semi-hard cock? He did. He did want to turn around so that the therapist could see his cum-soaked semi-hard cock. Why? Zachary Mitchell turned around and faced the therapist, his pants down to his ankles, holding his cum-soaked underwear at his knees.

"You are a pervert," Dichmol said.

Zachary Mitchell wanted to say no, he wanted to tell the therapist he was wrong. But if he wasn't a pervert, why was he standing there, facing the man and letting him see his cum-soaked semi hard cock? He started sobbing at the sudden realization that he was indeed a pervert. Or was he?

"Don't cry," Lester Dichmol said approaching the man.

"I-I am a pervert," Zachary said.

"It seems to me that you are," Lester said as he took the man's cockhead and squeezed on it, receiving one last dollop of cum, "as here's the evidence."

He presented his finger to Zachary's mouth, the man's own cum on it. Lester nodded and Zachary licked the doctor's finger.

"There, there," Lester Dichmol said, "Well done, Zachy. You are a pervert indeed but I can help you with it."

Lester Dichmol opened his arms and Zachary hugged the man, holding on to him for dear life. Doctor Dichmol grinned as he hugged the man back.

"You can?"

"Yes," the therapist said, "I can help you explore the dark nature of your perversions. As I said, I am your therapist, and can also be your friend."

"Th-thank you, doctor," Zachary said sobbing.

"Don't even mention it," the pervert replied, "And if we're to be friends, you might want to call me Lester."

"Yes, Lester," Zachary said.

"Zachy," the man said becoming more informal and personal.

"Yes?"

"You're getting really hard."

As the therapist said it, the man's cock went completely rigid, following the programming of the first subliminal command implanted in the minds of the Mitchells only four weeks before: 'You will do as I command'. Zachary Mitchell felt even more embarrassed at noticing the man was right.

"I-I guess I … uh … am …"

"Have a seat, Zachy," Lester said, "We have a lot to discuss."

Right after leaving the doctor's office, the twenty four year old pervert who worked for Dichmol as his assistant took Elliot inside a visitor's bathroom and after raising the seat he ordered him to stand on the rim of the toilet with his hands on his head and wait for him. He told Elliot he was not to move or make any more mess. He left one very humiliated and sorry boy still dripping his piss gently into the toilet bowl below him and went back to the lounge where the twins awaited, still laughing at Elliot's misfortune. Sanders called them to his side and the boys complied.

"Why are you laughing at your brother?" Sanders asked.

"Because he's a pee-all-over baby!" Zach, the alpha, said and laughed.

"A pee-all-over baby!" Jacob parroted.

Sanders noticed their programming as both boys took their hands to their hardened dicklets as they laughed at Elliot's 'misfortune'.

"Are you guys itchy in your wieners?" Sanders asked.

Both Zach and Jacob turned red at the question and stopped touching themselves as they shook their heads no. Billy Sanders loved the way Lester would turn his victims into whatever he wanted and carried on.

"You're not itchy, I see," the man said, "Maybe you guys have a stiffy?"

Zach and Jacob nodded looking down as the man asked.

"It's okay to have a stiffy," he said, "and we're friends right?"

The boys nodded.

"Go on, show me your stiffies," the man commanded.

The twins were less modest than their older brother and had already been programmed to obey. It was also true that because of their age and personality they were less inclined to mistrust strangers and so Zach, being the alpha, pulled his shorts and underwear down. Jacob followed suit once his twin had complied. Billy Sanders looked upon two delicious identical just over 8cm [c. 3.5"] boytsticks regular in shape and very slightly curved upwards. The knob shaped glans was definitely larger in girth than the rest of the dicklet and completely covered by the foreskin.

"Do you want to touch your stiffies when you think of Elliot being a pussy?"

Zach and Jacob nodded feeling their little dicklets throb as they were exposed.

"Go on," Billy Sanders said, "I won't tell."

When he saw the boys hesitate a bit he 'asked' them again and the boys complied. He grinned and then made the boys look him in the eye.

"You're doing it wrong," he said, "Come sit on my legs, I'll show you."

Both Zach and Jacob did as instructed, and each sat on one leg. Once he had them there, Billy Sanders started touching the little dicklets which were already stiff. He peeled their foreskins back and heard the boys sigh as he manipulated them. He put saliva on his fingers and started polishing the triangle-shaped dickheads, causing the boys to squirm as he did so. Jacob tried to complain and tell the man to stop, but Sanders told him it was okay, he was their friend and knew they would like what they felt. He said friends made each other feel good. When the feelings were becoming too intense, Zach squirmed.

"I want to pee!" he said, "Stop, I want to pee!"

"No, you don't," Sanders said, "be quiet."

Zach continued to squirm and so did Jacob, both thinking they were about to pee but not able to say anything. Sanders knowing otherwise carried on masturbating the twins a little more and felt their little dicklets start throbbing incessantly, recognizing the signs of their evident oncoming dry orgasms.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnggggg!" Zach complained.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnggggg!" Jacob parroted.

The tingling Zach and Jacob felt was unlike anything they'd ever experienced before. It hadn't been pee, they realized. Zach was feeling exhausted but knew it had felt really good. Billy was right, it had felt 'GOOD'. And Billy had said friends made each other feel good. So it was good. When Sanders noticed both boys were spent, he asked them to step down and pull their underwear and shorts up.

"Now, buddies," he said, "this will have to be our friends' secret, okay? No telling anyone else if you ever want me to make you feel good again. Would you like me to make you feel good again?

"Yes please, mister," Zach was the first to reply and Jacob nodded enthusiastically.

"Not mister," the man said, "Billy. We're friends, aren't we?"

"Okay, Billy," Zach said and Jacob nodded.

"Now, no one should know, ok? Mums the word."

"Mums the word," the boys said and giggled.

"Take care of these little wieners for me, all right?" Billy Sanders said, playfully patting the boys' little bulges.

As Billy stood up, Zach, being the alpha twin, took the lead, "Billy?"

Sanders turned around and knelt before Zach and Jacob.

"Yes, Zach?" he asked.

"Well … um … what … wh-what if …"

"Go on," Billy said noticing the boy's hesitation, "remember I'm your friend. You can ask or tell me anything:"

"What if … what if we have a stiffy at home?" Zach asked, "You won't be there to make us feel good again."

"Well, that is a very smart question," Billy said.

Both Zach and Jacob looked at Billy Sanders with puppy eyes. Funny the twins did not realize they had never become aware of their dicklets getting stiff before today.

"Tell you what, Zach" he said, "If a friend or relative asks about your stiffy, you can offer to show it to them. Maybe then he will try and make you feel good."

"Will that be okay?" Zach asked.

"Of course!" Billy added, "Remember friends make each other feel good."

"What if nobody asks?" Jacob asked.

"Then maybe you can help each other feel good. Do you remember how to touch your wiener to feel good?"

Both Zach and Jacob nodded.

"Then that settles the matter," the man said, "Come here."

The twins approached the man and he held the twins next to him.

"I have a stiffy now," he said.

"Can we see?" Zach asked.

"Okay but very quickly," Sanders said, "I still have to help your pissy brother get changed."

Billy Sanders unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down.

"Go on," he said, "take it out if you really want to see it."

The man went delirious the minute the two seven year olds started fumbling inside his pants to get his schlong out. The twins gasped when the monster cock was completely out of the man's pants. The twins had never seen adult dicks before today and Sanders had a long and veiny one at 32cm[c. 13"] when at full mast.

"It's really big!" Zach said as Jacob gasped.

"I know," Billy said, "Yours are big for your age too, not like your pussy brother."

The twins giggled as they fondled the huge rod. Sanders knew he had to cut it short if he was to continue according to the plan, so very much against his perverted desires, he tousled the boys' hair and asked them to stop. He knew the Doctor would not be happy if he didn't stick to the plan and he knew he did not ever want to upset Doctor Dichmol.

"But we want to make you feel good!" Zach said disappointed.

"Maybe next time, okay?" the man said wishing he could stop time to have the two cuties.

"Okay," Zach said and Jacob nodded.

Billy Sanders gave each boy a peck on the lips and asked them to remain quiet as he went to check on their pussy pee-all-over baby brother. When he said it, both boys laughed at Elliot and touched their dicklets, which had stiffened again. Billy Sanders asked them if they had a stiffy again and the boys nodded. Sanders told the boys he'd make sure to help them feel good next time if they kept on having stiffies, and reminded them they could also make each other feel good or invite someone else. The boys giggled and hugged Billy. Sanders left the twins in the lounge and went back to the restroom to find Elliot waiting where he had left him. Once there and leaving the door open, he took hold of the boy's shorts and pulled them down.

"St-top," Elliot said, "I can do it!"

"Shut up, brat," Sanders said, "Doctor Dichmol is very kind but I'm not."

"I'm telling my dad!" Elliot said.

Billy Sanders slapped Elliot hard high on the thigh, just below his soaking underwear, knowing the boy was not going to be able to say anything. Having worked for Lester Dichmol for three years now, he knew that if the therapist had moved on to this kind of scenario, he must've known the boy was ready to be used and programmed to keep quiet.

"An eleven year old should not pee in his pants and you did," Sanders said, "You're a fucking crybaby."

Elliot remained silent as tears welled up in his eyes as Sanders reminded him of what he had done in front of his dad and brothers. He remained silent as the man finished roughly pulling his short pants off, nearly unbalancing the boy leaving him in his pee-soaked tightey-whiteys. As the man pulled the boy's underwear down, he saw the fresh cum mixed with the boy's pee. He had lost his bet with the Doctor that Elliot wouldn't be able to make sperm judging from the pictures. This made him more annoyed with the boy. How did the Doctor know that tiny dicklet and balls could deliver?

"Not only did you pee, but you also came," the man said, "What kind of perverted little faggot are you, Elliot?"

The boy started whimpering as the man laughed. Sanders picked the boy up, closed the lid and sat down on the toilet and plonked the naked below the waist boy on his lap. He noticed how Elliot wanted to get off, but he had already been programmed to obey both Dichmol and Sanders, and so the boy reluctantly sat there, softly crying. The man showed Elliot his stained underwear.

"What you have done is disgusting and so your punishment will have to be disgusting as well," Sanders said, "So you will suck all your cum and piss from your soaked underwear."

Elliot wanted to refuse again, but he couldn't. As the man held his underwear, Elliot started sucking on his wet tighty-whiteys. The flavor of his urine mixed with his cum was enough to make him gag.

"Throw up and you'll have to lick your vomit up as well," the man said.

Elliot tried his best to comply without throwing up. As he sucked on his underwear, he felt Sanders' hand grab his small dicklet and start manipulating it. Elliot started sobbing once again as his little dicklet became hard in another man's hand. Sanders, like Dichmol, was an expert at pleasing cock, so it was no challenge for him to make Elliot hard with very few moves. Why had his dick become hard if he hated what was happening? the boy thought. Sanders did not stop there, as the boy sucked his own underwear dry of cum and pee, the man started squeezing on the boy's little balls. It hurt, no one had ever squeezed on his balls and it hurt.

"Not only are you a baby who pees all over his pants," Sanders said and laughed, "You're also a baby when it comes to your boybits. Aren't you ashamed that your brothers' dicks are larger than yours? You are four years older than them!"

Elliot was sobbing now in total shame. The man ordered the boy to stand up and turn to face him. Telling Elliot he was lousy at sucking his own underwear, he pulled the boy's head down and stuffed the underwear into his mouth effectively gagging him then ordered him to stand up with his hands on his head and not move an inch. Once Elliot was in place, unable to move because of the programming, the man went back to masturbating the boy as he squeezed on the boy's lovely little nuts. Something Billy truly enjoyed was ball torture, so he got rock hard as he squeezed on them. Elliot wanted the man to stop, but he had been stuffed with his underwear and could do nothing but endure this torment.

Billy Sanders leaned forward and took Elliot's dicklet in his mouth. It still had a strong tang of piss and Billy got even more turned on. He sucked on the boystick and sucked and sucked until he felt Elliot's legs buckle. But instead of letting the boy cum, he slapped on the little orbs, spoiling the boy's orgasm and laughed like a maniac as Elliot's cock started wilting.

"You're pathetic!" he said.

He went back to sucking Elliot's now flaccid rod to bring him back to an erection. He licked and sucked and licked as he mistreated Elliot's nuts until the boy was on the brink of orgasm again. Elliot felt on fire, thinking he was going to be made to cum, but once again Sanders slapped his balls repeatedly until the boy had lost his erection once again.

Next Sanders ordered the gagged boy to sit on his lap. Once in place, he started jerking the boy's stick to make him hard again. Two minutes into the rubbing Elliot was hard once again and Sanders masturbated the boy with one hand as he polished on Elliot's bullet-shaped red cockhead with the other one. Elliot didn't' understand why it felt so good if what the man was doing was wrong. Billy held the boy in place and carried on edging him for a good twenty minutes, spoiling his orgasm by slapping his balls every time Elliot got close. Elliot was in pain, his dick had never been so abused and nor had his balls. But even when there was pain, he kept on feeling the tingly warmth every time he approached orgasm.

Billy Sanders knew he was running out of time, so he polished the bullet-shaped knob and held Elliot in place as the little dicklet started spurting. Elliot went delirious as his pre-teen juice shot into the man's hand, his body rigid under the command, his dicklet so sore from Billy's torture and having been abused such a short time ago by the therapist.

When Elliot was done cumming, Billy removed Elliot's underwear from the boy's mouth.

"Here," Sanders said, standing up "lick your cum from my hand."

Elliot wanted to say no and complain, he wanted to yell at the man, but his programming forced him into obeying the command and he started licking his semi-transparent immature cum from Sanders' hands.

"I knew it," the man said when the boy was done, "you're a little faggot who gets his rocks off on being abused by his elders."

"I-I am not!" Elliot talked back.

Billy Sanders slapped Elliot once again this time across his left cheek.

"Yes you are, you whiney brat!" the man said, "If you weren't you wouldn't have gotten hard when I touched you. Why do you think you came when I jerked you off? Right, because you are a perverted little faggot. Straight boys don't get hard when they're touched by a man."

"You're lying!" Elliot said.

Sanders slapped him again.

"I am not. What I did to you?" he said, "You had it coming. You wanted me to do it to you that's why you came in your underwear, that's why you didn't stop me from sucking your ridiculously small baby dick."

Elliot felt tears welling up in his eyes. He had always felt insecure about his dick, he had suspected the twins' dicklets were bigger than his on the rare times he saw them naked. He had known his friends were for a couple of years always being very careful not to let them see his when they changed together and now this man had called his dick a baby dick.

He was also ashamed at having cum while the man masturbated him. Was the man right? Was he a perverted faggot? No! He liked girls! He even liked this cute girl at school! But if he liked girls, why had he gotten hard when the assistant had touched him? Why had he gotten hard when Doctor Dichmol had touched him? Why, even, had he cum in front of his dad, the doctor and his twin brothers after having been masturbated by the therapist? Maybe he was a fag? No! No! He wasn't a fag!

"Here's a wet towel for you to clean yourself up, you whiney pee-all-over baby," Sanders said, "When you are ready, put these shorts on."

"And mi-mine?" Elliot asked.

"Yours I'm keeping along with your tighty-whiteys," the man replied.

"Wh-why?"

"As a souvenir. It's not every day I have the chance to suck on a perverted little faggot's tiny baby dick and make him cum and you know you don't need underwear any more. You might want to hurry up, unless you want your dad to know what a perverted kid he has at home."

Elliot felt tears stinging in his eyes once again, but said nothing. He took the wet towel and started cleaning his boybits and legs so he could put on the shorts Billy had left for him. They were so much smaller than his usual shorts with wide legs that were open at the side to the waistband and he didn't have any underwear on but he was so confused in his mind, he hardly noticed, acting on automatic pilot.

So confused he had been abused and he had cum. Maybe Billy was right, maybe he had provoked him and the doctor in some way. He certainly hadn't meant to, but it kind of sounded reasonable. He had to tell his dad, he had to tell his dad what these men had done to him today, but he was afraid. How was he going to explain the fact that he had cum as the doctor masturbated him? How was he going to explain he had also cum while Billy abused him too? Truth was he wouldn't have cum if he hadn't liked it. But he hadn't liked it! IT had been horrible and embarrassing to be touched by these strangers? He couldn't tell his dad. He couldn't tell his dad!

Chapter 4
Zach and Jacob: Horny little devils

Elliot was trying his best to forget what had transpired at the therapist's office the previous Friday. But his feelings of guilt and shame kept on rolling over him. It didn't help to know that, come Friday they would all be going to therapy once again. The twins seemed to be looking forward to it. He had tried a couple of times to tell his father what had transpired with both the therapist and his young assistant, but every time he tried to bring the subject up, his mind would go blank, like there was some sort of spell put on his brain. All he managed to say was he didn't want to go and he didn't like the doctor but his Dad had just called him a selfish brat and how he never thought of anyone else except himself. His dad had said how great Lester was and how he really needed his help. It was only Tuesday and he was fed up with Zach and Jacob laughing behind his back and murmuring 'pee-all-over baby' every time he entered a room in the house they were in.

Kyle, Aaron and Jesse had come over to the Mitchell's. They had a science assignment and they had planned on playing Atari once they were done with the homework. Out of all three of them, Kyle was his closest friend and the one Elliot liked best. Kyle was a level headed twelve year-old who lived with his mom and dad and had no siblings. Being almost a year older and slightly taller, Kyle had always been the protective friend and the one Elliot could turn to in times of despair. Jesse was the nerdy type, a dark skinned African American boy with thick glasses and the one who helped Elliot when he had issues with Math or Science. Last came Aaron, the one of his friends Elliot liked the least, because the blonde tended to be a bit of a bully at times. Having discovered masturbation some months before, everything Aaron talked about of as of late was jacking off, cumming and his dick.

It was five pm in the afternoon and the assignment was virtually finished. Elliot's friends had asked how the therapy had gone when they saw him at school on Monday, but Elliot had made it very clear that he did not want to talk about it. Elliot had just turned the TV on when Zach and Jacob came into his room. As the boys sat next to Aaron on Elliot's bed Kyle asked Elliot if he was alright as he'd been funny since last week's session. Did anything go wrong last Friday to upset him?. The twins started giggling, remembering what had happened during last week's session. Elliot, who had been just about to tell the twins to get out of his room, turned red as a beet hoping his brothers wouldn't say a word about what had transpired in the therapist's office.

"I already said I don't wanna talk about it!" Elliot snapped.

"Chill, man!" Kyle said, "I didn't mean for you to get angry.

The twins' giggling turned into chuckling as they saw Elliot turn red before his classmates and best friends.

"Didn't he tell you?" Zach said.

"Shut up, Zach!" Elliot retorted.

"Tell us?" Aaron asked, curious as he could be.

"He peed all over himself!" Zach spat and started laughing loudly.

"He did! He did!" Jacob added laughing as well.

"Shut up! I said shut up!" Elliot said.

"Elliot is a pee-all-over baby!" Zach said.

"Elliot is a pee-all-over baby!" Jacob parroted.

Both Zach and Jacob started calling Elliot a pee-all-over baby embarrassing their older brother in front of his friends. For a reason unknown to them, both twins felt a stiffy as they mocked their brother and both of them started discreetly squeezing on their 8cm[c. 3.5"] hardened dicklets. Like a bucket of cold ice thrown all over him, the memories of the session cascaded over Elliot. Suddenly, he remembered Doctor Dichmol masturbating him while he was unable to move on the therapist's couch. Adding to the feelings of shame he started experiencing his little boystick getting hard as the blush crept all over his face. He couldn't think why this should happen now.

"Shut up!" he said once and again, "Shut up!"

"Elliot is a pee-all-over baby! Elliot is a pee-all-over baby!" the twins kept shouting in unison laughing as they both now openly squeezed on their hard cocklets.

Aaron and Jesse had started laughing as well, as the twins continued to mock their older brother. Kyle was the only one who remained silent in shock as he noticed the embarrassment Elliot was enduring and realizing his friend had actually peed all over himself and that was the reason why he had refused to talk about the session with his friends. Aaron couldn't help but notice that Zach and Jacob kept on squeezing at the small tents in their shorts as they laughed at their brother. He didn't really know what was happening, but he noticed his rod started engorging at the whole situation and reckoned there was going to be some fun for him from this knowledge.

"Pee-all-over baby! Pee-all-over baby!" the twins started chanting now very clearly squeezing on their cocklets unaware of how inappropriate that was.

Elliot was as red as a tomato, an evident hard-on under his red shorts and unable to say anything but 'shut up'. Aaron had subconsciously started squeezing on his own hard boystick as he noticed Elliot's shorts sticking out a bit and the twins still stimulating their own little hard-ons. Aaron was certainly curious about sexuality having just discovered masturbation, and found the three little tents piquing his interest and making him hard too. Jesse was laughing loudly and Kyle was still in shock looking at everything happening around him.

Zachary Mitchell walked upstairs to see what was going on. Why was there shouting in Elliot's bedroom. When he walked into his oldest son's bedroom he was greeted by the most shocking of scenes as the twins laughed and mocked Elliot calling him a 'pee-all-over baby' over and over, like they had during the therapy session last week. Elliot was red as a beet as he kept shouting at the twins to shut up. Something that did not escape the man's attention was the fact that the twins were lustily squeezing their own dicklets, which they'd never done before. Against his own will, Zachary felt his cock start engorging at the situation. He was so fucked up! Elliot's shame and tented shorts were making the man get hard under his pants. Zachary Mitchell noticed that Aaron, one of Elliot's best friends, was discreetly squeezing on the evident tent in his denim shorts.

"Pee-all-over baby! Pee-all-over baby!" he heard the twins keep chanting.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Elliot kept on saying over and over feeling his dicklet become harder and harder as tears of shame started running down his blushed cheeks.

"Stop it, now!" Zachary Mitchell shouted.

The room became instantly silent. The twins looked at their father still touching their hard sticks. Elliot turned to look at his father as did Aaron, Kyle and Jesse.

"Who started this?" Zachary asked, his cock hard under his pants.

There was no reply.

"Who started this?" he asked again.

Silence again.

"Very well," he said.

Programmed by the therapist with the code word 'very welll', Elliot tightened his legs as he felt the orgasm begin. Unable to control his little pecker Elliot felt his dick start erupting.

"Nnnnnnnggggggghhhh!" Elliot's muffled sound filled the room.

Given the fact that he was not wearing any underwear, the wetness became really obvious almost instantly, until the transparent drops of his cum started running down the red shorts. Aaron's jaw dropped and the boy started automatically squeezing on his rod harder, he'd never seen anyone cum before and certainly not in front of a lot of people! Jesse had joined Kyle in being in total shock. Zachary Mitchell's cock was rock hard at the whole situation and he dreaded what would come next.

"I-I …" Elliot stammered.

Elliot's programmed response made him let go of his bladder, and the cum wetness was very quickly replaced by a urine stain that started growing by the minute as his piss started running down his legs and puddling at his bare feet. Elliot was now openly crying, in shame, his face blushing, he was humiliated beyond belief in front of his friends. The twins were laughing again at their older brother's predicament still tugging on their child dicks.

"I'm so-sorry!" Elliot managed to blurt out.

Zachary Mitchell bent slightly as he felt his orgasm triggered by the code word. He too started cumming. He was only wearing a pair of Elliot's tight underwear with his dick and scrotum pulled through the entrance thrust hard against the front of the trousers. His ejaculation was even more evident than Elliot's since his load was adult and thick. Zachary Mitchell had always been a heavy cummer. His face too became red in shame as he couldn't control his orgasm and his cock continued to erupt. His semen started running down his pants. Zachary Mitchell knew there was nothing he could do to hide the fact that he was cumming and felt as embarrassed as he'd ever felt in his life.

Aaron was now hard beyond belief as Mister Mitchell's cum stain started spreading all over the man's pants. He noticed the twins kept tugging at their little cocklets and wondered, what the little sticks would look like. He was so horny he thought he might cum in his pants too if the whole situation kept escalating.

"B-bo-boys," Zachary said trying to regain his composure, "Could you give me ten minutes with Elliot, please?"

Kyle was the first to react and stood up from his place looking at both Aaron and Jesse who stood up following Kyle's lead. The twins left the room with the boys. Once alone, Zachary Mitchell sat on the bed and nodded for Elliot to come sit next to him.

"What happened, Elliot?" the man asked.

"I don't know! I don't know!" the boy said still crying.

"Shhhhh …" Zachary said, "Don't cry babyboy …"

"I'm not a baby!" Elliot spat back.

"I did not mean …"

"Go away!" he said, "I don't wanna see anyone, just go away!"

Zachary Mitchell got up from the bed, his cock still at half mast, his cum making a larger stain as it ran down his leg. He did not understand what had happened but he'd found the situation with Elliot cumming and then peeing all over himself extremely arousing the same as last Friday in the therapist's office. As he went to his own room to change his pants he felt guilty and angry at Elliot. How dare he speak to me like that, he was the one who had cum and wet himself, typical brattish behaviour. What was he going to do with him? He needed to call Lester. He would know what to do with the brat. After he'd changed, he walked into the living room, where Kyle and Jesse waited.

"Boys," he said, "I'm not sure how to explain what happened …"

"It's okay, Mister Mitchell," Kyle said being his usual kind and diplomatic self, "we understand the situation has been hard for Elliot and well, all of you."

"Thanks for that Kyle. I would really appreciate it if you kept this between us."

"Of course, Mister Mitchell," Kyle said, "You don't even have to ask. Elliot is our friend."

"Thank you, Kyle."

"We won't say a word, right Jesse?" Kyle said looking at his friend.

"Right," the African American boy said.

"I think it would be best if we left now," Kyle added.

"Thank you, boys," Zachary Mitchell said as the boys left the house.

Once alone, Zachary Mitchell picked up the phone and dialed Lester Dichmol's number. It was Billy Sanders who picked up and told Zachary that he'd patch him through to the doctor's office.

"Zachary?" Lester asked on the other end of the phone.

"Lester, thank God!" the man said.

"What's going on, Zachary?" the therapist asked.

"We had a situation at home. Do you think you could see me now?"

"For a friend, anything," the pervert said, "I'll ask Billy to cancel my appointments for today. I'll be expecting you."

Zachary Mitchell thanked his 'therapist' and 'friend' for making the time for him, he could not be thankful enough to the man. He suddenly realized the twins would need a babysitter. He knocked on Elliot's door but the boy just told him to go away. He realized that Elliot wasn't an option after what had just happened and probably not in the future unless things changed drastically. Typical of the brat to let him down. He walked to the twins' room to let them know he was going out after he'd got them a sitter, but as he opened the door he realized Aaron was still there.

When Mister Mitchell had asked Elliot's friends to leave the room, both Kyle and Jesse had walked downstairs into the living room, but not Aaron. Aaron had found the whole situation too arousing to leave. He was still hard under his denim shorts as he followed the twins into their bedroom. The twins' room was such a nice room, with lots of toys. It wasn't only their bodies that were identical each boy's half was perfectly symmetrical with his twin's. Once in, Aaron sat on Zach's bed and smiled at the boys. He was still very curious about the twins being hard, noticing both boys' shorts were still tented.

"You guys have stiffies," he said squeezing his own dick.

"U-huh," the twins said in unison.

Remembering how good Billy had made him feel, and remembering what the man had suggested if he wanted to feel good again, the alpha twin looked at his brother's friend and smiled.

"You wanna see our stiffies?" Zach asked.

Aaron felt something twitch inside him as Zach offered to show him his and his twin's stiff boydicks. Aaron wasn't sure exactly why, but he realized he felt really curious about the twins' dicks. He had never thought he'd want to see another guy's dick and an alarm sounded in his head warning him this was faggish. But he wasn't a fag, he was just curious, he just felt curious. Or so he told himself.

"Really?" Aaron asked squeezing on his own hard-on.

Zach nodded and turned to look at his twin. Jacob looked at Zach and nodded too.

"Okay," Aaron said, "just a peak."

Both Zach and Jacob pulled their shorts a bit down so Aaron could look at their stiffies, just covered by a thin pouch. Aaron licked his lips as he saw the two identical boysticks, Zach's covered in a small amount of red silk that narrowed between his legs and Jacob's covered by the same but in blue

"You guys are big," Aaron said.

The twins grinned as Aaron complimented them on the size of their wieners. At that moment they heard Mister Mitchell coming along the landing. The twins immediately pulled their shorts up. The door opened wide and Mister Mitchell came in.

"Aaron," he said, surprised, "I didn't realize you were still here."

"Uh … yeah …" the boy stammered, "I was just leaving, Mister Mitchell, I just wanted to make sure the twins were okay."

"That's very kind of you Aaron, what a considerate boy. I wish Elliot was more like you. Would you … um … would you do me a favor?" Zachary Mitchell asked.

"Oh, sure," the red haired said.

"I have to run an emergency errand and I have no way of getting a sitter. Would you mind looking after the twins? I don't think I can rely on Elliot. A couple hours top. And I'll pay you the regular sitting fee."

"Of course, Mister Mitchell," the boy said realizing what an opportunity was being offered to him.

"You have no idea how much I appreciate it, Aaron," Zachary Mitchell said.

The man gave Aaron instructions in case the twins wanted a snack and left the therapist's phone number if an emergency came up. He also told Aaron it was very likely Elliot would remain in his room. He repeated what he had said to the other two boys about keeping quiet about what had happened earlier and Aaron said he would be discreet although he was already thinking of the fun he could have at Elliot's expense with this knowledge. Ten minutes later, Zachary Mitchell left the house.

Aaron went back to the twins' room and found them both deciding what they wanted to play next. Aaron did not know how he would do it, but he wanted to see the boys' sticks once again. He suggested that they watched cartoons and Zach and Jacob agreed. Once the TV was on, Aaron sat on Zach's bed and patted the bed on each side of him to encourage the twins to sit next to him. Aaron was not sure how he wanted to proceed, so, as soon as they were sitting, he threw his arms over the twins' shoulders.

"You guys are really big," he said casually trying to pick it up where they had left off before Mr Mitchell had come in..

"U-huh," Zach said.

Aaron moved his right arm slowly and casually until it was around Zach's waist. The cartoon carried on. Aaron moved his hand slightly and started caressing Zach's leg. As he did so, he felt his dick start engorging at the whole situation. This was forbidden, and wrong, and he found that completely enticing. Five minutes later, he moved his hand a bit more and placed it on Zach's crotch. The alpha twin said nothing as Aaron started rubbing the boy's bulge softly and discreetly. Once Aaron noticed the alpha said nothing, he moved his left arm around Jacob's waist and started fondling the beta twin's identical bulge as well.

As the cartoon carried on and noticing no discomfort from the twins, Aaron placed his hands inside the boys' shorts through the elastic waistband of their shorts. He stroked the boys' sticks over the silk covering which were back to full stiffness. Aaron was more than surprised to feel the material the underwear was made of and how little there was of it. The twins legs were completely bare except for a narrow waistband He knew his mum had some silk underwear but had never known boys to wear it but he thought they felt great. Zach and Jacob sighed as their brother's friend fondled their silk covered stiff 'willies', but it was Zach who turned to look at Aaron.

"You like our stiffies," he said in a sweet voice.

Aaron didn't know what to say and just looked at the alpha twin at a loss of words.

"You're doing it wrong," Zach said, "Let me show you."

Zach stood up from his place and pulled his shorts completely down, his 8cm [3.5"] hard stick poking the silk out in front of him. Without having to be told, Jacob mimicked his brother's actions and sat next to Aaron again. The curious boy felt like his dick was going to burst inside his pants as the twins took the initiative. He had seen when they were dropping their shorts that their underwear consisted of nothing more than the small triangle he had been stroking at the front, the narrow waist band he had felt and a strip as narrow as a shoe lace that disappeared between their lovely bum cheeks emerging at the base and then disappearing again between their legs where he realized it must connect with the triangle He looked at the blonde seven year olds and smiled.

"You really are big," Aaron said licking his lips, "and great undies. You look so good".

Zach and Jacob giggled at Aaron's remark and said in unison, "And sexy".

"Go on, touch my willy," Zach said, pulling down the flimsy covering, fully exposing his hard dicklet and tight, creased scrotum, letting it fall to his ankles. "So I can show you how to do it."

Jacob followed his older brother's action so Aaron could see they were truly identical.

"Guys," Aaron said realizing things were spiraling out of control, "maybe we should stop?"

The twins frowned at the twelve year old and then both leaned their heads against the boy's chest. Zach was the one to place his sweet seven year old hand over the bulge in Aaron's shorts. The boy gasped, not having anticipated what the twins would do next.

"Can we see your stiffy too?" Zach asked.

Aaron was terrified but so excited at the same time, "You won't tell anyone?" he asked nervously.

"Of course not, silly!" Zach said, "We're friends!"

"Friends make each other feel good," Jacob parroted Sanders' words.

"Mums the word," Zach said and giggled.

"Mums the word," Jacob echoed and giggled too.

Aaron could not believe what he was hearing and he did not know how it was that the twins knew something like that. He was too terrified to act, but Zach took the initiative and unbuttoned the boy's shorts as Jacob unzipped him. It was Zach who fumbled inside the boy's underwear and took out the boy's rod. Zach gasped and then giggled as he saw Aaron's pride and joy. Aaron was not gigantic but definitely well-endowed for his age. He was 12cm [c. 4.8"] of boy meat with a 7cm [c. 2.8] girth. His dick was regular in shape and slightly curved upwards, ending in a beautiful helmet covered by a generous foreskin.

"You're sticky," Zach said and giggled.

Aaron was delirious as the four hands curiously fondled his completely hard stick.

"I think you should take off your shorts," Jacob said and Zach was surprised his twin had taken the initiative for a change.

Aaron didn't have to be told twice, he removed his denim shorts, his tighty-whiteys and smiled at the twins.

"Now, this is how you're supposed to touch a willy," Zach said and pulled Aaron's foreskin back, releasing the lovely helmet shaped vermilion dickhead.

Zach put saliva on his index and thumb and started polishing the head as he'd been taught by Billy Sanders, and Jacob followed suit. Aaron gasped as the twins polished his dickhead giving him the most intense sensations he'd ever experienced. As they touched him, Aaron copied them in exposing the heads of both their boysticks and putting saliva on his index fingers and thumbs, started rubbing the twins' dickheads in circles. Zach and Jacob sighed in pleasure as they handled Aaron.

"Stop, stop!" Aaron said when the sensation intensified, worried how the twins would react to him shooting.

"You're not gonna pee!" Zach said giggling remembering what he'd felt at the hands of Billy Sanders.

Not five minutes into the rubbing, Aaron started gasping and his rod started spurting his transparent wad of cum after the best wank he had ever had. The twins had given him more pleasure than he had ever managed to give himself despite the many times he had practiced since discovering masturbation a few months ago. This was the first time anyone else had played with his dick despite trying to interest the other boys in the gang. Zach and Jacob had not seen cum before and gasped in shock as the boy's rod continued spewing, looking in amazement as Aaron gasped and moaned.

"What did your willy do?" Jacob asked curiously.

"It's cum," Aaron said.

"We don't cum," Zach said thoughtfully.

"Because you're still young," Aaron explained, "when you're older you will. Now, buddies, it's time I made you feel good too."

Zach and Jacob nodded enthusiastically. Aaron asked the boys to sit next to each other and he knelt before them. He used his own cum to wet the twins cockheads and returned to polishing the twin sticks again. The twins dropped their heads back, feeling the good sensations Billy Sanders had introduced them to the previous week after their session. Aaron knew how he liked to be touched and so he started replicating the moves he used on himself to masturbate the twins' dicks, also incorporating the polishing, which the twins had done on his twelve year old rod.

Five minutes into the rubbing, both Zach and Jacob started gasping and Aaron recognized the signs of orgasm in the twins and sped up the rubbing of the pair of 8cm [c.3.5"] sticks.

"Nnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!" Zach went as his dry orgasm hit.

"Nnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!" Jacob emitted at the same time.

Aaron's dick was hard again as he looked at the boys climaxing at the same time. Once they were done, Aaron got off his knees and pushed himself between the twins.

"You have a stiffy again," Jacob said.

"That's because you're so very cute!" Aaron said.

The twins giggled as Aaron said it and went to touch the boy's hard dick again. He checked his watch, forty five minutes had gone. Mister Mitchell had said a couple of hours, so he would have some more time to 'get further acquainted' with the gorgeous seven year old twins but he needed a short break so he asked them about their underwear.

Zach told him with pride that their dad had given them the new underwear last weekend and he went and opened the top drawer of the chest to show Aaron how many pairs there were. Aaron saw they were all the same style but made of different material and colors. He realized the twins shared the underwear which for some reason he didn't understand gave him another thrill.

"Does Elliot wear the same underwear now as well?" Aaron questioned knowing he had never seen his friend in anything like them before.

The twins giggled as Zach replied, "Course not, he's only got a baby dicklet and balls. He doesn't need underwear. Only big boys get sexy underwear.

Jacob added, "He's a Pee-all-over baby!"

Aaron noticed both boys squeezed their dicklets at the same time which were back to being as hard as before.

"Is he smaller than you two?" asked Aaron realizing he had never seen his friend's dick.

"Yeah we're big boys, he's got a baby one," crowed Jacob.

"Do you mean he will be going to school commando?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah all the time, whatever he does," Zach crowed, "Poor Pee-all-over baby!"

Aaron again noticed the dick squeezing the boys did while they belittled their older brother. He couldn't make sense of what was going on, he could hardly believe it but he knew he wasn't going to complain. He also started to get excited at the thoughts he was beginning to have about the fun he could have with Elliot. Although he was his friend, Aaron had always enjoyed bossing and humiliating other boys. He enjoyed being the boss. He had always thought Elliot was too much of a goody-goody. He, with Kyle's support, had often thwarted Aaron when he was having 'fun' with other boys, not that the other boys seemed to enjoy the fun. He would have to be careful as he knew Kyle would not be happy if he was nasty to Elliot but with all the information he now had he was sure he could keep Elliot from telling on him. Also he reckoned from what he had seen that the twins would be happy to help with humiliating their older brother. So while Mr Mitchell seemed a little strange he knew he must get the sitting job not only for access to the twins but also to Elliot when Kyle wasn't around. So he needed to make sure he kept the twins happy as well as Mr Mitchell. Judging by this afternoon's experience that was not going to be any hardship for Aaron.

Aaron was more glad than ever that he had been friends with Elliot and come for the study group, because now he had not only access to these horny little devils but the chance to play his favorite games with Elliot. Once again, he asked the twins to keep this a secret and the boys repeated, 'Mums the word'.

Aaron stretched out his hands and started to stroke those delicious boytoys sticking up in front of the twins. He knew if he gave them more pleasure they would be more inclined to ask their father to let Aaron sit them in the future.

Chapter 5
Inception

Billy Sanders entered Lester Dichmol's office to announce the arrival of Zachary Mitchell. Lester asked Billy to bring the man to his office.

"Hey, Zachy," Lester said informally as the man entered the office and opened his arms for his 'friend'.

"Hey, Lester," Zachary replied and couldn't help but run into the man's arms, feeling this strong admiration/attraction he couldn't understand. He had only known the man a few weeks.

Lester Dichmol felt delighted as he felt Zachary Mitchell's cock begin to engorge as they hugged. To begin the session officially, Lester Dichmol had Zachary Mitchell get comfortable on the couch and the 'therapist' began by playing the soft music to make the man fall deeply asleep. He went into the relaxation routine asking Zachary to inhale and exhale. Zachary only needed a few minutes these days of the music to be completely under his control, Dichmol proceeded to programming Zachary Mitchell to suit the session's purposes.

"You are deeply asleep, but you can hear me."

"Yes, Lester," Zachary replied.

"Stand up, Zachy, and take off your pants."

With no hesitation, the hypnotized man did as instructed. Then Lester Dichmol ordered Zachary to remove his underwear as well He looked on with a wide smile as the man struggled to pull down his son's tighty-whiteys which he was wearing. His balls and dick really had to be forced back through the small opening to allow the man to slowly lower them down. Lester reckoned that must hurt each time the man had to put them on or take them down or off. He noted with pride the red lines on Zachary's legs despite the way the underwear's leg holes were stretched and the red line, over half way down the man's butt cheeks, showing the furthest he had managed to pull them up. Lester imagined the agony the man would be in when he put a pair on for the first time. He knew there was a limit to how much they would stretch and realized Zachary must be aware of them all the time he was wearing them and they would constrict his movement. Eventually after a mighty effort with a number of moans and groans Zachary manged to do as he had been bid. The third command was for the man to put his pants back on, which Zachary complied with, as Lester Dichmol placed the man's or rather Elliot's underwear in his drawer. Finally, he ordered his 'patient' to lie back on the couch.

"Today we will work with your dark desires for your son Elliot," Lester carried on, "everything I say, will be what you feel. Every single statement I make about how you feel regarding Elliot will be true in your head. You will remember looking at Elliott naked and that he has a beautiful little baby dicklet, smaller than you were at his age, its only 5cm [c.2"] long when it's hard. You love its red red bullet head and thin stem. You will tell me he reminds you of his mother, that he is beautiful. You love the way he looks, all his body, you love his pink areolas and his little nipples especially when they get hard and stand up. You will try to please me by describing his body in detail. You want to do as you are told. You want me to know how lovely Elliot's body is."

"Yes, Lester," Zachary said again.

"I will explain the 'experimental therapy approach' to you and you will agree to everything I command. In your mind, everything I say will make sense."

"Yes, Lester."

"As we carry on, you will get more and more aroused, to the point of wanting to cum."

"Yes, Lester."

"Last, but not least," the pervert said, "you will do anything, anything to cum. Anything I say you will agree to in order to cum."

"Yes, Lester."

"I will snap my fingers. When I do, you will open your eyes, and we'll begin as if you'd just arrived. The next time I snap them you will fall asleep again. The next time you will wake again. You will alternate each time I snap my fingers until you leave the session."

"Yes, Lester."

"Now, walk and stand by the door," Dichmol commanded.

Once Zachary Mitchell was standing by the door in his hypnotized state, Lester Dichmol snapped his fingers and Zachary regained consciousness.

"Hey, Zachy," Lester said informally, repeating the previous greeting opening his arms for his 'friend'.

"Hey, Lester," Zachary replied unknowingly feeling the same way as he did before.

Lester asked Zachary to lie on the couch as he explained they would be trying some new experimental approach to 'help' Zachary come to terms with the darkest places of his psyche, to 'help' him explore his dark desires and feelings for his children. Zachary agreed as he blushed, ashamed at remembering what had happened on their first session. For this therapy to work, the pervert explained, Zachary's arms would have to be strapped, so as to prevent him from 'inappropriate behavior' which might result from the therapy. Something in Zachary's mind wanted to question Lester, but somehow what he said made sense, so he agreed. Lester Dichmol sat next to Zachary and pushed a button under the couch. Two arms rose on the sides and Lester Dichmol proceeded to strap the man's arms down. Once everything was set, the session began.

"Today we'll talk about your first born son, Zachary," Lester Dichmol said.

"Okay, Lester," Zachary replied.

"Tell me about Elliot, Zachy," the doctor commanded.

"Elliot recently turned eleven," his dad said.

"Tell me more about Elliot, describe your son for me."

"Elliot was the best son in the world," Zachary said, "he was good at school and a very loving child."

"Describe Elliot for me," Doctor Dichmol said, his huge cock engorging as he commanded Zachary Mitchell.

"Elliot is a beautiful boy," Zachary said, "In that, he takes after his mother. He's very pale and has jet black short hair. He has sparse eyebrows, big light blue eyes, a small snub nose and full pink lips. He has a dimpled chin and somewhat big ears."

"You love him because he reminds you of your wife."

"I love all my children," Zachary said.

"But you love Elliot even more because he resembles his mother," Dichmol said, "that's why you say he's beautiful."

"I-I guess," Zachary said responding to the doctor's manipulation, not really sure why he had used the word beautiful as Lester mentioned it, but it totally made sense.

"He reminds you of your wife so much you even find Elliot attractive," the pervert continued.

"N-no," Zachary said, "That would be wrong."

"He reminds you of your wife so much you even find Elliot attractive," Lester Dichmol repeated.

"No, I don't …"

"Zachy, don't cheat yourself. If you want this therapy to work, you have to be honest with yourself and with me."

Zachary nodded.

"So, Elliot reminds you of your wife so much you even find Elliot attractive," Lester Dichmol said once more, "Think of the times when you have seen your son naked. Can you remember how Elliot looks naked?"

"I-I I'm con-confu …" the man stammered.

"Focus, Zachy," Dichmol said, "Breathe deeply and focus. Think of the times when you have seen your son naked. Can you remember how Elliot looks naked?"

"I-I c-can," the man said but he was confused. He couldn't remember an actual incident recently, Elliott had gone shy several years ago, he remembered laughing with his wife how Elliott insisted he could bathe himself and they had to knock and wait until he let them in his room but he knew he had seem him naked.

"You can remember how Elliot looks naked because he reminds you so much of your wife that you find him attractive."

"I-I do … don't … I don't …"

"Describe how Elliot looks naked," the doctor commanded.

"He has milky white skin," Zachary said and sort of smiled.

"Good, what else?"

"He is slightly underdeveloped," the man said, "so his body type is a bit rounder, much like a younger boy."

"Rounder like your wife. That's why you find Elliot attractive, because he reminds you of her. That's why you get sexually aroused when Elliot is around."

"N-no!"

Lester Dichmol leaned forward and placed his hand on Zachary Mitchell's cock over his clothing.

"Your cock is hard, Zachy," he said as he massaged the man into an erection, "breathe deeply and feel it. Is your cock hard?"

"It-it … i-is," Zachary stammered.

He felt shocked at being touched by the man he considered his friend, but even when he knew this was wrong and unprofessional, somehow it made sense for Lester to be touching him. Lester was his friend and wanted to help him face his darkest secrets, and this was therapy.

"You feel ashamed because your son Elliot makes you hard."

"He … he do-does-sn't," the man said blushing, but loving being touched by this man he admired and feared.

"You desire Elliot. Every time he's around, you feel uncomfortable because you desire him. Tell me why you desire Elliot," the manipulative man said.

"I do-don't …"

Doctor Lester Dichmol squeezed on the now hardened cock, the precum stain growing a bit larger.

"Oh, please!" Zachary begged.

"What is it?" Lester asked.

"I … I …"

"Admitting your desire for Elliot has made you so hard you want to touch yourself, don't you?"

Zachary Mitchell started sobbing. A huge precum stain was already visible on his pants and Dichmol grinned in a sinister way; Zachary Mitchell was manipulated so easily.

"Ye-yes …" Zachary stammered.

"Well, as I explained before, you cannot touch yourself or it would defeat the purpose of the therapy."

"Please!" Zachary said.

"Let's carry on," the therapist said.

"Please, Lester!" Zachary begged.

"I cannot let you touch yourself, Zachy," the man explained, "but I could find a way to assist you."

"As-as … ssist … me?" Zachary asked.

"I'm your friend, Zachy," the man said reinforcing his position, "anything you ask of me I'll do for you as a friend."

Zachary Mitchell whimpered.

"I am also your therapist," Lester Dichmol carried on, "so anything you ask of me will be kept strictly confidential, that is your privilege as my client."

Zachary whimpered again, tears welling up in his eyes.

"What do you want from me, Zachy?" Lester asked, "You want me to touch your cock, don't you?"

Zachary Mitchell wanted to say no, he wanted to tell Lester he was wrong about that, he was not a fag, he would not want another man to touch his cock. But this was Lester. Lester was no ordinary man; he was his friend and therapist.

"Please!" he said.

"Please, what, Zachy?" Lester pushed the man, "Just tell me what you want."

"Please, Lester," Zachary said in-between sobs.

"You want me to touch your cock," Lester said.

"Ye-yes," Zachary said feeling horribly embarrassed at what he was asking of his friend.

"I am your friend," Lester said.

He leaned towards the man and opened the man's fly.

"You're not wearing underwear," Lester observed, "Were you perhaps planning for something like this to happen, Zachy?"

"N-n-noooo!" Zachary said.

"Yes you were," Lester said, "You are a pervert indeed."

Zachary whimpered in shame, but sighed in relief as Lester took his cock out and started squeezing on the shaft as he lightly polished the head. Zachary whimpered once again. As he slowly manipulated the man, effectively edging him, he continued with the session.

"You desire Elliot. Every time he's around you feel uncomfortable because you desire him. Tell me why you desire Elliot," Dichmol repeated, "tell me why he makes you hard."

"He …" the man was about to say Elliot didn't make him hard, but the expert manipulator started jacking him a bit faster and intensified the polishing.

"Tell me why he makes you hard," Lester Dichmol insisted.

"I-I do-don't … know … he …" Zachary said breathing heavily.

"Elliot makes you hard because he reminds you of your wife. Say it," the hypnotherapist commanded.

"Elliot … Elliot ma-makes … makes me …" Zachary said, still struggling to keep control of his own mind but losing it as he was edged.

"Go on," Dichmol said intensifying the stimulation of the adult cock.

"Elliot … makes me … hard … bec-cause I de-de …"

"Yes?"

"Because I desire him!" he finally spat out.

Lester Dichmol let go of Zachary's cock and leaned towards the man to whisper, "Why do you desire him?"

"Bec-cause he rem-minds … me of hi-his mom."

"You wanna suck on Elliot's boytits, Zachy," Lester carried on, "the way you sucked on his mother's breasts."

"Please, Lester," he said.

"What, Zachy? You want me to continue masturbating you as you tell me about your incestuous appetite for young Elliot."

Zachary whimpered and nodded.

"You wanna suck on Elliot's boytits, Zachy," Lester said as he took Zachary's cock in his hands once again and resumed the edging of the man, "the way you sucked on his mother's breasts."

"I-I … I wanna suck … N-no …" Zachary struggled, "I don't … nnggggghhhhh!"

"Tell me about Elliot's boytits," Lester commanded.

"He … he has pink boytits," he said.

"You wanna suck on those boytits, the way you used to suck on your wife's."

"I don't …"

"You wanna suck on those boytits, the way you used to suck on your wife's," he said, "say it, Zachy, it isn't that hard. Say you wanna suck on those boytits."

"I-I don-on't … I … I … I wanna … su-suck … on Ell-lliot's … boyt-ti-tits …"

"Describe Elliot's boytits to me," the therapist said now easily polishing the man's hard pole due to the amount of precum he was producing.

"He h-has … I-I li-like … I wanna s-su-suck," he stammered, "suck … his rose-pi-iiiink … areolas …"

"Describe his boytits for me," the man said.

"He h-has … penny-sized …. Rose-pink … areolas," Zachary said.

"Tell me about Elliot's nipples."

"They … they are prominent … nipples. When th-they har-harden … they are bi-bi-ig …"

"Good," Lester said intensifying the polishing of the good looking cockhead, "Tell me about Elliot's dick," The doctor said licking his lips.

"Elliot has a small di-di-diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii …" he said enlarging the syllable as Lester squeezed on his wet purple cockhead.

"Carry on, Zachy," Lester said, "Eliot has a small dick."

"He do-does," Zachary said, "at least smaller than mine was at his age."

"Is it a cute dick?" Dichmol asked.

"I-I wouldn't know," the man replied.

"Describe Elliot's dick for me," he said, "and notice how your dick gets harder as you talk about your son's little tool."

"It-it is small, and un-uncut," the man stammered as he felt how his cock throbbed incessantly as Lester masturbated him.

"Have you ever seen Elliot's dick hard?" Dichmol asked.

"I-I ha-have," Zachary Mitchell said.

"You are very hard, Zachy," the doctor said, "So very hard and wet, aren't you?"

"I-I am," he replied.

"Good. You want me to suck you," Lester said.

Mitchell wanted to resist, but he couldn't. Somewhere deep in his mind he knew this was wrong, but he couldn't stop from obeying Lester. He sobbed even more but could not resist.

"Yes," he said, "please, Lester."

"You get hard thinking of Elliot's hard boystick, Elliot's hard tiny little dicklet makes you hard," the man said and engulfed the man's cock in his mouth.

"N-no … it … it does-doesn't," Zachary said unable to speak much as he gasped.

"It does," Lester said releasing the cockhead and carried on, "it makes you so hard your cock is precumming a lot."

"N-no."

As if on cue, the man's hard cock expelled three huge dollops of precum which rolled down his veiny shaft. Lester Dichmol took the cock in his mouth again and sucked even more fiercely, making Zachary Mitchell moan as an animal in heat.

"You get hard thinking of Elliot's hard boystick," Lester Dichmol repeated, "Elliot's hard little dicklet makes you hard."

"It … it do-doe-does …" Zachary said.

"It makes you so hard you feel ashamed of your perverted thoughts towards your oldest son," the man insisted, then sucked again on the cockhead and spoke once again, "but you want to masturbate so much thinking of Elliot's hard boystick."

Zachary Mitchell started sobbing feeling horribly ashamed at admitting he got hard thinking of his son, the suggestion now implanted by Doctor Dichmol in his mind. Lester sucked him for a little while and then stopped altogether to carry on polishing Zachary's wet helmet-shaped cockhead.

"Now, Zachy, describe Elliot's hard boystick for me, the one that makes you so hard."

"It- it's .. a beau-beautiful tiny dick," he said breathing heavily under the man's ministrations.

"Go on," Doctor Dichmol instructed.

"It's no-not long, only 5cm [c. 2"], cute and uncut."

Doctor Dichmol grinned. Implanting these sort of suggestions in a father's mind was the most perverted way of twisting a father's thoughts so as to get him to offer his children to Lester and anyone else Lester chose. Zachary Mitchell didn't know it, but Doctor Dichmol had done the same thing to a number of other families over the years, always with the intention of having access to those men and their children. Unlike many boy-loving pervs, Lester Dichmol liked males of all ages, and what really turned him on was turning families into his victims as he toyed with their family ties. Among his official slave families, the hypnotherapist counted Zachary's twenty seven year old widowed younger brother Ian, and had had lots of fun with both the man and Ian's child, seven year old Tommy. Now, it was time for Dichmol to have a new playground and the Mitchells were certainly appealing.

"Carry on," the therapist said, "you were describing Elliot's dick. You think his dick is beautiful, so much you wanna cum as you describe it, but you're very ashamed that I know you get hard thinking of your boy."

"I-I am," Zachary said, "It's so … emb-barrassing, Lester."

"It's so embarrassing you want to cry in shame now that you are close to cumming," the man said, "Carry on, continue describing Elliot's cock."

"It-it's so …" Zachary said in-between sobs as tears of shame ran down his cheeks, "so beautiful. Although it is tiny it still has a big, compared to the rest of it, bullet dickhead," he sobbed again, "it's so red, so red."

"You are so hard Zachy," Lester said, "but you are very ashamed. So ashamed you can't stop crying. But you need to cum, you desperately need to cum and you can't. Tell me about Elliot's cock."

At the doctor's suggestion, Zachary started openly crying, desperately feeling an urge to cum but unable to do so as he carried on, "the tip looks so big compared to the rest of his dick," he sobbed, "it's curved down and the shaft is so thin it looks like it might snap, it's so beautiful."

"So beautiful you wanna suck it, Zachy, the way you sucked on your wife's clit."

"No!" he said emphatically.

"Yes, you wanna suck Elliot's little dicklet," Lester suggested, "It makes you really embarrassed because you know you are a pervert, but you wanna suck Elliot's boy dick because it reminds you of your wife's clit. You used to love sucking on her clit didn't you"

Zachary Mitchell was sobbing so much his body was shaking, but his rock hard cock kept on oozing precum. He wanted to jack off but he couldn't, restrained by the therapist but also paralyzed in shame. Lester Dichmol was really enjoying the man's mind-fuck as he was re-programmed to become a boy-lover, actually, with his own children. Fortunately, Mitchell was an easily hypnotized man, unlike his brother Ian, who had been much harder to manipulate.

"You want to cum but you can't," Lester said, "You're a fucking pervert and you feel so ashamed of it. But you can't help it; you desperately wanna suck Elliot's baby dicklet. Say it."

"I want to cum but I can't, Lester," Zachary repeated as tears ran down his cheeks, "I am ashamed to admit it, but I desperately wanna suck Elliot's baby dicklet."

"I see," Lester Dichmol said and snapped his fingers.

Zachary Mitchell went into his deep sleep. Lester Dichmol grinned looking at the man's cock wet in its own juices. Zachary Mitchell was so easily manipulated the therapist could not believe it. Every time he turned a father the way he was turning Zachary he got his rocks off, but Zachary was so weak of mind he was thoroughly enjoying the programming and contemplating being able to go further than he had ever gone before. Poor Elliot Mitchell was going to suffer the unimaginable, because his dad was going to be turned into a pervert in no time.

"When I snap my fingers, Zachy," Lester said, "you'll regain consciousness as if we hadn't stopped. You will beg me to let you jack off but I won't let you. You will do anything to cum. I will edge you and you will not cum until I say the code word. Repeat this command."

"When you snap your fingers," the man repeated, "I will beg you to let me jack off but you won't let me. I will do anything to cum. You will edge me and I will not cum until you say the code word."

"Good, Zachy," the 'therapist said, 'the code word is 'fuck Elliot'. Confirm this command."

"The code word is 'fuck Elliot'."

"As you cum," Lester carried on, "there will be nothing in your mind but using Elliot. You will have the most pleasurable orgasm of your life, but you will feel guiltier than ever as you orgasm. You will cum like you've never cum before as you cry like a baby."

"Yes, Lester," the hypnotized Zachary said.

Lester Dichmol squeezed on Zachary's nuts and polished the head a bit more, bringing the man to the brink of orgasm. When he was satisfied with the throbbing of the man's cock, he let go of the hardened rod and snapped his fingers. In Zachary's mind, the minutes it had taken Lester to reprogram him did not exist. All he felt was his cock on the verge of orgasm and an infinite shame.

"Very well," Lester said, "That will be all for this session, Zachy."

"No, no, no!" Zachary pleaded, "Let me jack off, please!"

"I can't Zachy," the man said in a condescending tone, "That would defeat the purpose of the therapy, remember?"

"Please, Lester, please!" the man said with tears welling up in his eyes, "I need to cum, please!"

"Well, you can't, Zachy," he said, "We need to start treating your dark psyche. You can't jack off."

"Please, Lester, please!" Zachary begged again, "I'll do anything, anything, please!"

Lester Dichmol took the pulsating rod in his hand and started jacking the man off as he polished Zachary's swollen cockhead.

"There, there," the man said, "As a friend I'll do this for you, but as your therapist I have to let you know, this is really perverted."

Zachary Mitchell was on the brink of cumming, but Lester kept rubbing him and he didn't seem able to get past that point. Zachary was losing his mind, as Lester manipulated his wet cock, the feeling of being about to cum carried on, as if it kept on enlarging never getting to the point of ejaculating. His balls were on fire and so was his cock. He desperately needed to cum. Lester prolonged the edging of the restrained father for nearly an hour, Zachary pleading that he needed to cum and promising he would do anything if Lester would just make him cum. Lester kept encouraging him to cum, knowing very well the man wouldn't be able to until the code word was said.

"Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd!" Zachary kept on repeating, turned into an animal in heat as Lester carried on edging the man and keeping him on the brink of orgasm.

"What is it, Zachy?" Lester asked evilly.

"I can't … can't take it … any … anymore!" Zachary said.

"I'm not doing anything, Zachy," the therapist said, "I've been trying my best to make you cum, but you just won't spurt."

"I want … it-it ssss-oooo ba-badly," Zachary said, "Pl-ple-ease, Lester."

"You can cum anytime you want," the therapist said knowing very well the man couldn't because of his programming, "I'm the one suffering here, having to jack off a pervert who won't cum. I think we better stop."

The words hit the spot Lester had intended and Zachary started apologizing and even crying more but pleading with him not to stop. Zachary knew Lester was right, as a friend or therapist he shouldn't have to put up with jacking him off. Something of a higher admiration for the man grew in his chest as did his shame. God, if he could finally spurt and be done with the shame of making his friend jack him off!

"I'm … I-I … I'm so … sorry … Les … Lester. Please don't stop I'll do better. he stammered, his cock and balls already sore at his inability to cum.

"I know, you are, you pervert," Lester said, "all you wanna do is 'fuck Elliot'."

As soon as Lester had said the code word, Zachary Mitchell's cock turned into a fountain. The three hours the man had been mind-fucked and edged resulted in a huge first spurt of his cum. As the second spurt came, Zachary Mitchell started crying like a baby. Third spurt. It felt so good to cum, but he felt so ashamed, so ashamed knowing he was getting his rocks off thinking about fucking his son, his beloved eleven year old son. Fourth spurt. But it wasn't Zachy's fault, Elliot was so much like his mother! Fifth spurt. He was so embarrassed at admitting he was a fag and a pervert and he felt so ashamed that his friend and therapist had to put up with masturbating him. Sixth spurt. His cum didn't seem to want to stop. When his orgasm started to recede and he was shaking uncontrollably as he cried, Lester, still edging the man, smiled.

"I really didn't think you'd want it so much," Lester said.

"Wh-wha … what, Les-les-ter?"

"To fuck Elliot."

As he said it, a second orgasm was triggered, surprising Zachary. His cock began a new set of contractions as his therapist continued rubbing on his cockhead. Zachary started crying even more as his second orgasm carried on, increasing the mess of cum all over himself. He kept on cumming and crying as Lester Dichmol kept on repeating the code word over and over as he polished on the man's cockhead. Lester Dichmol was a really twisted fuck and kept Zachary Mitchell cumming for nearly twenty minutes until the man had started drooling and speaking unintelligibly. When the man thought it had been enough of a punishment, he let go of Zachary's cock and snapped his fingers.

Zachary Mitchell went into his deep sleep. Lester Dichmol grinned. There was just one more thing he wanted Zachary to do for him when he went home. The therapist thought of it as a present from himself to Elliot.

"Zachary although you fancy Elliot and he is your favorite you know you must not let the twins know that. You have to treat them better than Elliot. You don't want them or anyone else to find out how much you want Elliot's naked body.Tell me what you must do."

"I must treat the twins better than Elliot, "Zachary repeated. "I don't want them or anyone else to find out how much I want Elliot's naked body.

"You know Elliot is behaving like a brat. It makes you angry. Repeat how you feel."

"Elliot is behaving like a brat, it makes me angry," intoned the ventriloquist doll.

"It was very bad what Elliot did this afternoon, cumming and wetting himself and then being rude to you, shutting you out of his room. He needs to be punished even though you would rather suck his tiny dicklet. How do you feel about how Elliot behaved this afternoon?"

"He was very bad and needs to be punished, but I would rather suck his tiny dicklet," answered Zachary.

"You want to stop him from being a brat and he made you cum this afternoon by his behavior. You want to make him good and you want to see him naked especially his cute little baby dicklet. What do you want?"

"I want to make him good and punish him for making me cum. I want to see him naked especially his cute little baby dicklet."

"Good Zachary, when I snap my fingers you will wake up and want me to tell you how to punish Elliot. You will think everything I suggest is just right, and the appropriate way to punish the boy. You will carry out all I say. You are convinced Elliot has caused all the problems and if you aren't strict with him he will get worse. You need to show the twins that you are in charge and if boys behave badly they too will get punished.

With this Lester snapped his fingers and Zachary awoke, As he lay there covered in his cum, Zachary felt so ashamed but he knew he had to speak to Lester about something.

"Lester," he said.

"What's on your mind, Zachy?" the therapist asked.

"Lester, Elliot was really bad this afternoon," he said.

"How so?" asked Lester.

"He wet his shorts in front of his brothers and his friends, like he did in here last week."

"I see," Lester said, "What did you do? What did he say?"

"He was rude to me and wouldn't let me in his room," Zachary said, "I'm so confused Lester. He's always been a kind and well behaved boy, but now …"

"Now he's being a brat," Lester said.

"What do you think I should do?" Zachary asked, "Do you think I should punish him?"

"I don't know, Zachy. Do you think you should punish him?"

"You're our therapist," Zachary added, his cock still semi hard, "I really need help with him, he is getting worse."

"So you do think he needs to be punished."

"He's the real problem in the family ever since his mother left," Zachary couldn't believe he was saying this, he had never punished the boys apart from the odd timeout when they were little, but he somehow knew Lester would know the right thing to do.

"Zachy, I am glad you raised this," Lester said in understanding, "Normally I am against corporal punishment with children, but in this case I think it might be necessary. It seems to me it is exactly what Elliot needs, a long smacked bare bottom until he is crying, and really sorry."

"Corporal punishment?" he echoed.

Zachary and his wife had never smacked the boys, not even a single slap to a clothed backside. But as he said the words he knew Lester was right, things had got so bad with Elliot he needed to do something.

"Yes, Zachy, I said corporal punishment."

"Are you sure it should be on his bare bottom?" Zachary asked.

"Of course," Lester said already savoring the result, "on the bare bottom. If he is naked for his spanking, it will make a bigger impression on him."

Even though Lester knew how under his power the father was, he was still surprised at how easily Zachary was agreeing to do something completely against his real instincts. He knew it was a very good sign for the future.

"Naked yes, that makes sense, bigger impression," Zachary agreed, his cock engorging again.

"So the moment you get home you will call the twins and Elliot into the living room. You will make Elliot take off all his clothes and you will put him over your knee. You will smack his bottom until he is crying and saying he is sorry," Lester ordered.

"What about Aaron?" Zachary suddenly remembered he had left the boy sitting the twins.

"Who is Aaron?" Lester Dichmol asked not having heard the name before.

"He's a friend of Elliot's, he is sitting the twins because I couldn't trust Elliot to do it. He was at the house when Elliot behaved so badly. He stayed after the other two friends left," Zachary explained.

Lester was intrigued about the boy and knew it would be even more humiliating for Elliot to be stripped and spanked in front of a friend than just his family.

"Ask him to join you in the living room and ask him if he minds waiting while you deal with Elliot, tell him you think it would help Elliot learn his lesson. Offer to get pizza afterwards for him and the twins if he will help you," the wicked therapist said.

"Okay," the man said.

"When Elliot is crying and apologizing you will make him stand in the corner with his hands on his head. Fifteen minutes facing the wall and then fifteen minutes facing into the room. Repeat until Aaron and the twins have finished the pizza, nothing for you or Elliot," Lester said.

"Won't that be too hard?" Zachary asked.

"I don't think so, Zachy," the man said, "He's giving you a hard time and he needs to learn."

"If you think so, Lester," Zachary said.

"Let Aaron and the twins eat it in the living room. Elliot will be going to bed with a sore bottom and an empty belly. No food until the next day. Nothing like a rumbling belly to teach a boy a lesson."

"Okay, Lester," Zachary said.

"It's for the best, Zachy," the man said.

Zachary nodded his head and felt relieved that his therapist and friend knew what to do, although he still felt uneasy.

"What do I do if he refuses to come down or strip?

"You're his dad, Zachy," Lester said, "he should obey you. But if he refuses, tell him Doctor Dichmol commands him to do what you tell him to."

"Okay."

"If he still argues," Lester added, "tell him you are going to ring me and I will send Brian over to punish him. I am sure he won't want that".

Lester wasn't certain that the remote command would work on Elliot although he thought it should. He was also pretty certain the threat of Brian coming over to punish him would be enough to make the boy co-operate with his punishment. Lester then gave Zachary some very specific instructions regarding underwear and privacy he was to carry out in order to make Elliot's lesson an effective one. Zachary wasn't even aware of the twisted pleasure his 'friend' and 'therapist' was to gain from what he was commanding. He was not sure, but he had it clear that Aaron would come in handy as a nice addition into Elliot's torment should the boy agree to help Zachary Mitchell.

"Now what are you going to do when you get home Zachary?"

The newly made pervert gave a perfect answer. Everything Lester had said he remembered. The complete list was lodged in his brain and the doctor knew he was going to do it all.

Lester released Zachary from the chair and while he watched him getting dressed he said, "You are really going to enjoy seeing Elliot's naked body. You will remark on his baby dicklet and say how small it is. You will remark on how like his mom he is. You will enjoy spanking him and know it is doing him good. You will be hard all evening."

By now Zachary was ready to go and Lester took him to the door and said, "You are going to enjoy this evening, you pervert. Just remember this is not for your enjoyment, but for Elliot's benefit."

"Thank you so much, Lester," Zachary Mitchell said, "I don't know what I would do without you."

"I know," Lester said and added, "I know by now you have come to terms with the fact that you desire your oldest son."

"Yes, Lester," the man said feeling his shame building up again as his cock was rock hard again.

"So, for your own benefit, I'll let you touch his body however you see fit," the therapist said, "However, no sucking on his nips or little clit."

Zachary nodded ashamed at his own thoughts.

"Your therapy will work," Lester said and wickedly added, "but it is too soon to 'fuck Elliot'"

With this he pushed Zachary out the door as the man orgasmed again at the trigger words, his legs buckling under him as he hugged the therapist for balance.

"My, my, my," Lester said, slapping him on the back, "You are seriously fucked up, my friend. But don't you worry, you are in the right hands."

Chapter 6
Punishment and Humiliation

Zachary Mitchell was driving home, uncomfortably sitting on the car seat realizing he was still rock-hard. As he drove, tears of shame ran down his cheeks, he now knew he was a pervert. He still couldn't believe he had asked Lester to jack him off in the consultation room, but, man! Lester was such a good friend he'd agreed to jack him off! More than ever he was glad his brother had recommended the therapist. All the way home he thought of nothing but Elliot. Sweet bratty Elliot with his pink perky nipples and his baby dick. Zachary's pants were a mess of drying cum and now there was a heavy stain of precum, but he could simply not help himself, his cock seemed to be thinking on its own every time he thought of Elliot.

When he arrived home and parked his car, he stayed inside the car hoping his erection would subside, but it simply would not go away. So, finally tired of waiting, Zachary Mitchell left the car and entered his house. He didn't know how long he'd been gone because he remembered cumming like there was no tomorrow at Lester's office. He entered the house and was met by total silence. He walked upstairs to check on his children, stopping first at the twins' room. When he opened the door, he saw the twins sleeping at Aaron's side, who was watching TV.

"Mister Mitchell," the boy said.

"Aaron," he said, "I'm sorry to have kept you around for so long, my errand got a bit delayed."

"It's okay, Mister Mitchell," Aaron said and smiled thinking of the fun he had had with the twins.

"I can't say how much I appreciate what you've done today, sitting for the twins last minute, I am most grateful to you for stepping in like that …"

As Mister Miller spoke, Aaron noticed he was getting hard due to his memories. Then he saw Mister Miller had a huge hard-on as well and the boy wondered what was with this family and their wieners. Mister Miller paid Aaron for the four hours he'd spent with the twins and asked the boy to come with him to the living room. Once settled, Mister Miller spoke.

"Aaron," he said, "I don't know how to explain this, but what happened today …"

"You don't need to explain, Mister Miller," Aaron said.

He noticed a precum stain growing in the man's pants. Man! These guys are seriously fucked-up! They are all horny as fuck and cum at the slightest provocation! Well, the red-haired boy thought, If they weren't, I wouldn't have had so much fun with Elliot's twin brothers.

"Still, Aaron," Mister Miller said.

"Look, sir," Aaron lied, "Elliot is my friend and I would never do anything to harm him. I'll keep his secret safe. I would never say anything about what happens in your home, sir. Your secrets are safe with me."

"He's been acting up, Aaron, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Okay," the redhaired said.

"I need to discipline my boy, but my therapist has recommended that I spank him on his bare bottom."

"For real?" Aaron asked feeling his almost teen cock twitch at the mention of Elliot being spanked on his bare cheeks.

"When I mentioned you were here sitting for the twins," Mister Miller continued, "Doctor Dichmol suggested that I ask if you'd be willing to be present while I discipline Elliot. Doctor Dichmol thinks it would make a stronger lesson if he were punished in front of one of his friends …"

"Sir," Aaron said imagining how much fun it would be to see Elliot humiliated, "I'd be glad to help you if you want. If the Doc thinks it would help, he probably knows best."

"Really?" Mister Miller asked.

"Anything to help Elliot, sir," Aaron said trying to hide the anticipation and excitement he felt and the way his own dick was now leaking.

"I'll order pizza for all of us."

"Neat!" Aaron said.

"Would you mind waking the twins and getting them into the living room?"

"With pleasure, Mister Miller," the boy replied, honestly for once.

While Aaron disappeared upstairs to fetch the twins, Zachary Mitchell went to the kitchen and picked up the phone to order pizza. He thought Lester's had been a great idea, Aaron and the twins having pizza while Elliot was punished. When he was done ordering, Zachary Mitchell walked back into the living room where Aaron and the twins awaited. The twins looked at their father strangely but were excited at the news Aaron had given them; still, they couldn't believe that Elliot was really going to be spanked.

"Here we are, sir," the redhead said.

"Perfect. I'm gonna get Elliot."

Zachary Mitchel walked upstairs and found Elliot on his bed reading. The man stood by the door and summoned his oldest son.

"In the living room, now," he said.

"Daddy …" Elliot queried.

"Now!" Zachary Mitchel said and left the room.

When he walked downstairs, he found Aaron and the twins sitting next to each other on the sofa. Elliot came downstairs not knowing what his father was up to, but he knew he had misbehaved, kicking his dad out of the room in the afternoon. When he was standing before the small audience, he looked at his dad.

"Get naked," his father ordered.

"What?" Elliot gasped.

"Did you not hear me?" his dad said with an angry tone, "Get naked!"

"But, dad …"

"NOW!"

Elliot looked at his father shocked and terrified. His dad had never spoken to him like this and he was afraid of what he would do. He knew this, like all the other terrible things that had happened to him in the last few weeks, had to do with their therapist. But there was nothing he could say that would convince his father of what the evil doctor and his assistant had done to him. Anyways, he couldn't speak about it.

"Dad," he whined, "please don't. I'm sorry."

"Get on with it," was his father's only verbal response but his dick twitched at the word sorry. Zachary felt terrible but he so wanted to see those pouty nipples and his son's little dicklet. He shivered as he had those thoughts and remembered this was for Elliot's benefit as his friend Lester said, not for his perverted pleasures.

I mustn't suck his tits or clit like I did my wife's.

"Please dad if we must," Elliot begged, "not in front of Aaron and the twins."

"I'm not going to repeat myself, Elliot," his dad said.

"Dad, please," he pleaded, "Send Aaron home and the twins to their room."

"Does it look like this is a negotiation?" Zachary demanded.

"We could go to my room instead, daddy, please," he begged, aware how the three boys were staring at him, grinning with hungry looks on their faces.

"You are only making things worse with your continued disobedience. They saw you misbehave, and they are now going to see you punished," his dad said, "for the twins it will be a warning on what could happen to them if they ever decide to follow your bad example."

"Daddy," Elliot whimpered.

"Strip or I will have to add further punishments. Dr Lester said to tell you you must do as I command, or he would send his assistant around to help. Do I need to contact him?"

Knowing his father wouldn't change his mind and realizing Brian coming around would only make this terrible situation worse, Elliot started by removing his t-shirt. Zachary Mitchell felt his painful boner as he saw Elliot's lovely white torso and his perky pink nipples. Red with embarrassment, he pulled down his shorts and stood up, covering his privates with his hands.

"Hands at your sides," Zachary ordered.

"But, daddy …"

"NOW!" Zachary barked.

Elliot complied and moved his hands to the sides, seeing his twin brothers and Aaron staring at his baby dick.

"Come here," his father said.

Elliot looked at his dad and walked to where his father was sitting. The twins were giggling, and Aaron was most attentive staring at the Mitchells, his dick was now messing his underwear with its pre-cum. When Elliot was standing next to his father, Zachary Mitchell closely examined his oldest son's body, feeling his cock oozing more pre-cum. Then took hold of the boy and pulled him face down over his lap. Elliot felt the most horrible of sensations as his father's hand landed on his buttcheeks.

SMACK!

"Daddy!" he protested.

SMACK!

"Daddy, please!" he yelped.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Every time his hand landed on his son's bare cheeks, Zachary felt his cock throb and release a dollop of pre-cum.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Daddy, pl-please!" Elliot begged.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Zachary Mitchell didn't know for how long he spanked his son enjoying the feel of the boy's cheeks warming up and seeing them redden. Every time the boy cried how sorry he was Zachary's dick twitched. He would have gone on longer but felt he had to stop before he came. He was amazed! It felt so good to punish the boy even though he had this nagging feeling that it was wrong. He resolved his conflicted feelings by remembering his friend Lester had told him it was for his son's own good. Reluctantly he stopped and told Elliot to stand up. Right at that moment, the bell rang, and Zachary asked Aaron to fetch the pizza handing him money to pay with. The redhead went and came back holding the pizza box.

"Elliot," Zachary said, "Stand in the corner facing the wall."

The boy complied, pleased to hide his front while he rubbed his so sore butt .

"Now, hands on your head."

Again, the boy did what he was told although he was reluctant to stop trying to soothe his cheeks as he continued to sob.

"Good. Now, as part of your punishment, you'll stand there while your brothers and Aaron eat their pizza. Boys," he said turning to the twins, "Look at your brother's red bottom. If you ever disobey me, your bottoms will look the same. Now, eat you three. I'll be back in no time."

All three nodded as Zachary Mitchell spoke.

"Aaron, he said.

"Yes, Mister Mitchell?" the redhead asked.

"If I am not back in 15 minutes please tell Elliot to turn around and face the room."

"Understood," the boy replied.

Zachary Mitchell rushed from the room. He had forced himself to stop spanking his oldest son just before he came but seeing the boy naked and crying, standing in the corner with his hands on his head had nearly pushed him over the top. He was worried that he was gonna cum as he left the room. He rushed inside his bedroom and thought of what he'd done. Was he really so fucked up as to be able to get his rocks off while he punished his son? No. Elliot deserved it, he'd been a brat and Zachary needed to teach him a lesson. Zachary was no longer comfortable in his pants, so he took them off. When he did, he realized he was not wearing Elliot's underwear as was his custom now. He was sure he had put on a pair before going to Lester's, but maybe he was wrong.

He opened his chest of drawers to get another pair of his son's underwear and struggled to put them on, pulling his cock and balls through the y-flap because he knew he wouldn't fit in them otherwise. His cock was still rock hard when he pulled on a clean pair of shorts but he thought there was no point in trying to hide his erection from Aaron anymore, he had seen it before and the boy had promised to keep their family's dirty secrets.

Aaron was a good boy and a good friend.

As soon as Mister Mitchell went upstairs, Aaron got up from his place and approached the boy who was now looking at the wall, hands on his head.

"Well, well," the boy said, "Who would've thought I'd get to see the brilliant Elliot Mitchell naked with a red bottom."

"Aaron, please," Elliot said.

"What do you think people at school would say if I told them I saw you like this?" Aaron carried on, "It would be so much fun!"

"Don't, Aaron," Elliot begged, "please!!"

"I'm not saying I'll do it," Aaron said, "I just thought it would be fun."

Elliot felt his face red as a tomato as Aaron spoke. He knew Aaron was a bully by nature and felt terrified at the prospect of the boy saying anything at school. He would not be able to live with the embarrassment of people knowing he'd cum and peed in his pants in front of his friends and then been stripped and spanked.

"You do have a baby wiener," Aaron said, "like your brothers say. Aren't you embarrassed that their dicks are bigger than yours?"

As Aaron talked about his dick, Elliot felt even more embarrassed because it started getting hard.

"You sure deserved that spanking," Aaron said, rubbing his hand over Elliot's red-raw cheeks.

"Don't touch me!" Elliot shouted.

"Well, I won't, but I know people will love knowing you peed in your short pants."

"N-no, ple-ase, Aaron," Elliot begged again.

"Then, maybe if you let me touch you, I won't say anything."

Elliot gulped and nodded, knowing Aaron was capable of telling everyone what had transpired in his house that afternoon. Aaron took his sweet time caressing Elliot's bottom as he grinned. As he did so, he noticed Elliot's baby dick was now hard at its 5 cm [2"] full mast and he took the rod in his hands.

"Aaron, please!" Elliot begged, "Please, stop!"

"So, you do want me to tell people the kind of pervert you are …"

"N-no," Elliot stuttered.

"Then, shut up!" Aaron commanded.

Elliot felt red with shame as his friend touched his dick and ass, but there was nothing he could say, for he knew Aaron would rat on him if he did not obey. When Aaron heard Zachary on the stairs, he left Elliot and took his place by the twins to carry on eating. Elliot heard the three of them whispering but couldn't hear what they were saying.

Zachary Mitchell came into the living room and found Aaron and the twins eating, and Elliot facing the wall. Aaron noticed Mister Mitchell's huge rod behind his short pants and wondered what the thing would look like. Yeah, Aaron definitely thought he was turning into a fag. No, it was just a phase.

"I think it's been fifteen minutes, Mister Mitchell," Aaron said with a mouthful of pizza.

"Right," the man said, "Eliiot, turn around facing us."

Elliot slowly obeyed and turned around. Zachary Mitchell felt his cock twitch as he realized Elliot was hard. So, the brat was getting aroused by being punished? And here he was thinking he was the pervert. He sat down and looked at the twins and Aaron eat their pizza as Elliot looked at them, his tiny dick at full mast. Zachary's shorts were a mess of precum by now, he saw Aaron looking at him but was glad Aaron did not say anything about it.

"Okay, it's time for everyone to be in bed. I'm sorry you had to see all that, Aaron," the Mitchell father said.

"It's okay, Mister Mitchell," the boy said, "Discipline is important."

"Good God!" Zachary Mitchell said, "It's ten thirty already! Your parents will be dying with worry."

"It's just my dad, my brother Alroy and me, sir," Aaron said, "And he probably hasn't realized I'm not home yet."

Zachary Mitchell looked at the redhead and smiled empathetically.

"Would you like to spend the night with us? There is a pull-out in the twins' room if you don't mind sharing with them. I can give your dad a call and ask."

"Really?" Aaron said at the prospect of sleeping with the twins and having more fun with their lovely dicklets.

"It's late, easier to bunk down here. Give me your number so I can call your dad."

"Yes, sir," Aaron said looking at Zachary's hard cock again.

Elliot looked at his father and asked, "Daddy, can I have some pizza?"

"No," his father said, "You're being punished. You're going to bed on an empty stomach. That will teach you to never be a brat to me again."

Elliot felt tears welling up in his eyes, but did not argue with his father, he just stood there on display while the twins and Aaron continued to eat the pizza.

Zachary wrote down Aaron's number and walked into the kitchen to ring his son's friend's father. As he left the room Aaron and the twins walked over to Elliot holding their last bits of pizza. They all made sounds of how much they were enjoying the food.

Aaron pulled on Elliot's dicklet and said, "I can't believe you have a such a baby dicklet. It must be the smallest in our grade. Probably the smallest in the school. Your brothers are four years younger than you and they have bigger dicks."

Elliot whimpered at the shame. He wanted to argue, to fight back but just felt powerless, his life had been turned upside down and inside out. His dad had just spanked him for the first time. Worse, he had made him strip naked and even worse in front of the twins and Aaron. So, with his accident this afternoon and now this, Aaron, a boy who loved to bully other boys had the power to ruin his life at school and with his friends.

Aaron continued to pull on Elliot's cocklet, and spoke, "Zach and Jacob, show the pee-all-over baby your big dicks."

The twins looked nervously at the kitchen but pulled down the front of their shorts and showed their brother their hard dicklets. All the boys including Elliot could clearly see that they were considerably longer and a bit thicker than his tiny pencil dick. His head was almost the same thickness, but the narrow stub below was clearly thinner.

The twins squeezed their dicks as they called him a pee-all-over baby with a baby dick.

"Show him yours," the twins urged the older boy as they giggled.

Aaron pulled his pants down at the front and displayed his hard cock. Elliot had seen it in the changing room at school and at other times when the friends had changed. Unlike himself who had always taken great care not to expose his body to anyone else, Aaron had never been shy about being seen naked. He almost seemed to flaunt his body, but Elliot had never seen him hard. He had seen it was a good size flaccid but now he saw it fully hard and he couldn't help adding it to the things that seemed so unfair in his life. How could a boy less than a year older than me have such a big dick and me a baby dicklet.

Aaron pulled down Elliot's erect tip and placed the tip of his dick against Elliot's hairless pubic mound so the penises were side by side. Looking down from above the boys could see that Elliot's only reached about a third of the way along Aaron's 12 cm [4.8"] dick. Although maths was not Aaron's strong point he knew the size of his cock, measuring it regularly, he realised Elliot's was about 4 to 5 cm [2"]. Keeping hold of Elliot's foreskin, he placed his dick on top and now no one could see the baby dick below. While he knew his dick had a 7 cm [2.8"] girth he would be surprised if Elliot's was even 3 cm [1"]

Aaron looked at his so-called friend and smiled. Holding just the last bit of crust in his hand he wiped it on his dick, then on Elliot's before reaching behind the punished boy and rubbed it up and down the boy's crack. Putting the chewed crust against Elliot's lips he ordered the boy to open up. The completely shell-shocked boy just stood there until Aaron whispered how he thought the kids at school would find it funny that he only had a 4 cm [1.5"] baby dick. Reluctantly the crying boy opened his lips to let his tormentor push the crust into his mouth. As he chewed the dry crust he wasn't sure if he could taste anything but imagined the worst.

The twins were giggling and wiping their crusts on their wieners and butts while he chewed the bitter bit of pizza and as soon as he had swallowed it Zach fed him his piece and then Jacob supplied the last part of his meal.

He had just finished his humiliating supper when his father walked back into the room.

"Aaron your dad said it was fine for you to stay the night and I told him how helpful you had been. I wonder if I can leave you to get the twins to bed as I need to sort my naughty oldest son out. I don't know how long I will be, so I will say goodnight boys."

Zachary kissed the twins and wished them a good night reminding them to do what Aaron told them as he was sure they didn't want to end up with butts like their brother, turning Elliott to show them what he was referring to. The twins came across and hugged their brother patting him on the butt and made him bend over so they could kiss him goodnight.

As he did it they both whispered, "Goodnight pee-all-over baby," and gave their hard dicklets a tug.

Aaron said goodnight to Zachary and Elliot and left with the twins knowing he was gonna have one hell of a night staying at the Mitchells. He was pretty sure his cock was gonna be so sore in the morning!

Once the three boys had gone up Zachary turned to his first-born and was amazed to see the boy was still stiff. He of course was unaware that the vitamin pills the whole family had been provided by Dr Lester were strong sexual stimulants. His own cock hardened as he admired again the boy's immature body.

He called the boy over and made him sit on his knee but keep his hands on his head. He looked at the puffy nipples and the tiny erect little dicklet. He remembered confessing to Lester how the thought of them reminded him of his wife and made him hard. He didn't remember feeling this before, but he remembered telling Lester about his feelings and he could feel his hard cock, leaking and pressing against Elliot's rounded butt. He remembered his wife sitting in his lap like this and felt excited about having his naked son sitting in his lap. While Lester had forbade him from sucking his son's nips or dicklet he had said he could touch him as much as he wanted. He also knew he had some things he had to say to him.

"Why is your baby dicklet hard Elliot," he asked tweaking the boy's clit, he wondered why he had called it that in his head, "Did you enjoy me spanking you? Are you some sort of pervert?"

Elliot moved his hands to stop his dad touching him down there, but he was just ordered to replace them on his head.

"I don't know daddy," the boy cried, "it just happened. I didn't like being spanked, it hurt and was so embarrassing in front of Aaron and the twins."

"You do have a tiny little pee-pee don't you, son?"

"Yes dad, it's not fair."

Zachary continued to stroke his son's body, while the boy sat there, hands on head and sobbed on his father's shoulder. While he was horrified at what his dad was doing he knew it was Doctor Dichmol's fault, and at least he wasn't being spanked. He could feel his dad's dick pressing into his sore ass. Zachary could feel himself building to another climax so knew he had to stop this now, so reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the boy's nipples which were standing up hard due to the pulling and twisting he had been doing. With one last tweak of the boy's clit he made the boy stand up.

"Time to go up son," Zachary said, "I hope this is going to be the end of your bratty behaviour. Because, if it isn't, I am quite prepared to do it again. Doctor Dichmol wants to help you to learn to behave. He is really concerned about you and wants to do what is best for you, so you need to start being the good boy you used to be. You should be grateful for all Doctor Dichmol is doing for you."

Elliot felt tears welling up in his eyes again but knew there was nothing he could say that would make any difference with his father, so he started walking towards his bedroom.

"Elliot?" his father called.

"Yes, daddy?"

"You will wear no clothes at night. I have removed the bedclothes off your bed. There is just a rubber sheet on the bed in case you have another accident. And do not even dare close the door to your room. Tomorrow I will be taking it away and it will be staying off until I am sure you have learnt your lesson and can be trusted."

"But daddy," Elliot protested but with the look he got from his father he just turned and left.

Right after having made sure everybody was in bed, Zachary Mitchell sat on his bed and called Lester. The time it took for the therapist to pick up, seemed like an eternity to the man. After seven rings, the Dr picked up.

"Yes?" he said.

"Lester, it's me, Zachary."

"Zachy!" the sadist said, "What is it I can do for you my friend?"

"I … I just wanted to thank you, for all you've done for us," Zachary said, his cock rock hard, "I carried out Elliot's punishment as you suggested, and his friend Aaron was very kind to stay and help me."

"That is wonderful, my friend," he said, "I'm really proud of you."

Zachary Mitchell felt something warm in his chest as his friend and therapist said he was proud of him.

"So, did you do the full punishment as I suggested?" asked Lester.

"Yes. Elliot is lying naked on his bed with a very sore red bottom. There is just a rubber sheet under him and the door is open," Zachary said, "I have told him I am removing the door tomorrow and it will stay off until I see a real improvement in his behaviour.

"Excellent," Lester said, "did you manage to refrain from sucking on his titties and his little clit?"

"Yes, I did," Zachary said slightly ashamed, "but I did pull on them a bit, and touch his body."

"That's okay," the pervert said, "We know you are a pervert and can't resist him. Consider it a reward for doing a good job on helping your son by punishing him. I told you could, just no sucking and no fucking."

"Thank you, Lester," he said, "I'm also calling, because …"

"Yes, Zachy?"

"I … I don't think I can hold on til Friday, Lester," he said stuttering.

"And why is that my friend?"

"I … I really need help, Lester," he said and started crying, "I think I'm really fucked up in my head. Today, as I spanked Elliot, I …"

"Yes, Zachy?" Lester asked, "You what?"

"I stained my shorts so badly. And my son's friend, Aaron, he kept on looking at my cock as if judging me for being hard the whole time. What is he gonna think of me, Lester?"

"Did he criticise you or show he disapproved?"

"No," Zachary said, "And he assured me he was going to keep my family's secrets safe. But still …"

"Zach," Lester said, "Don't jump to any conclusions. The boy agreed to help you and has been kind to promise he'll keep you safe."

"But he knows I'm a pervert!" he said.

"Well, I know that too," Lester added, "So, what's this boy's last name anyway? Does he go to the same school as Elliot?"

"Wood. Aaron Wood," Zachary said, "Yes, he's in Elliot's class. Why?"

"Just curious."

"I feel so bad that I feel these things, Lester," Zachary said, "I'm so …"

"Tell you what, as of next session, we will start working on your guilt, which will be your path into rehabilitation, okay?"

"Ok-okay," Zachary said.

"Now, this Friday I will be seeing you and the twins."

"Okay," Zachary said, "How about Elliot."

"Why don't you ask Aaron to babysit for him?" Lester suggested, "I'm sure he'll be glad to help you again."

"I-I thi-think I'll do that …"

"Good, now, go to bed like a good boy, and I'll see you on Friday, okay?"

"Okay, Lester," Zachary said.

"Sweet dreams."

Chapter 7
Aaron Wood's family secret

Lester Dichmol could not believe how deeply he'd hit the jackpot with the Mitchells and realized there were no coincidences in life. If he hadn't started treating Ian and Tommy Mitchell, he would never have heard of sweet little Elliot, his willing naughty twin brothers and his gullible and naïve gorgeous father, whose ability for being manipulated was uncanny. As soon as he hung up, he called Billy into his bedroom. His twenty-four-year-old huge-cocked assistant came in the room almost as soon as he'd been summoned.

"Yes, sir?" he asked.

"I need you to do something for me, Billy," the man said.

"Yes, doctor," Billy said as if really talking to a serious therapist.

"I'm going to ask you to do some research on an Aaron Wood. He's a friend of the Mitchells and, based on what Zachary has shared, I think the boy will come in handy in Elliot's treatment. He goes to school with Elliot."

"Sure thing, Doc," Billy said, "Anything else?"

"No, that's about it. Tomorrow we'll talk about my plan for the Mitchell's next stage."

"I'm dying to hear it."

"I know you are, you fucking pervert," Lester said, "Now, go on to bed."

"Good night, doc," Billy said as he left the room.

"Good night, Billy."

It had taken only the morning for Billy Sanders to gather information on Aaron Wood. He'd pretended to be a social worker gathering information on the boy's family situation and the woman at the School's front desk, seeing Billy was so handsome, gave him everything he needed as she flirted with the perv. He even found out the boy always walked home.

So, at around noon, when the boys left school, Sanders waited a block from the school for Aaron Wood to go home. He'd been waiting for maybe fifteen minutes when he saw the red-haired boy and approached him.

"Aaron Wood?" the twenty-four-year-old blonde asked.

"Who's asking?" Aaron replied.

"I'm Billy Sanders," the pervert said extending his hand, "I'm assistant to Doctor Dichmol, the Mitchells' therapist."

"Oh, hi, Mister Sanders," Aaron said suddenly interested.

"My boss, Doctor Dichmol, would like to have a conversation with you," Sanders said.

"Am I in trouble?" Aaron asked feeling suddenly nervous because of what he'd done with the twins the day before.

"Oh, no!" Billy Sanders said, "On the contrary, my boss heard you helped Mister Mitchell with Elliot and he wants to have a word with you. See if you'd be willing to assist in Elliot's treatment."

Aaron Wood felt his twelve-year-old pecker jump inside his underwear as the man mentioned Elliot's treatment and grinned.

"I'm in," the boy said.

"Good, my car is parked a block from here."

"Lead the way," Aaron said and followed the man.

Billy Sanders politely opened the door for Aaron and then jumped in the driver's seat. He eyed the boy head to toe and realized he'd like to have that lovely mouth wrapped around his huge cock, but he could not go against Dichmol's wishes, so he just kept it to himself.

Aaron Wood entered Doctor Lester Dichmol's office escorted by Billy Sanders, who then excused himself leaving the boy with the 'therapist'.

"Aaron," Lester said extending his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, doc," the boy said.

"Has my assistant told you why I asked you to come?"

"Yes," the boy replied, "he said you wanted me to assist in Elliot's treatment."

"That's right," Dichmol said feeling his cock jump inside his pants, "So, do you want to assist in his treatment?"

"I do," he said, "Anything for Elliot."

"Good," the man said, "Please lie down on this couch. I have a couple of things to attend to, but I'd like you to relax until I come back, okay?"

"Okay, doc," Aaron replied.

Lester Dichmol turned the lights off and turned on a dim lamp, as a soft music started playing for Aaron, who asked what the light and music was all about. Dichmol said it was just for him to be comfortable until he came back, and Aaron said 'cool' and closed his eyes. Embedded in the music – as with every patient – was a subliminal command that kept on repeating for Aaron Wood's mind, "You are very tired. Your eyelids are heavy. You want to fall asleep."

Twenty minutes into the music, Doctor Dichmol came back into the room and checked the boy was asleep. He said, "I'm gonna countdown from ten to one and when I reach one, you will be deeply asleep and unable to resist anything I do to you. Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one."

Aaron was now sound asleep and Doctor Dichmol was free to begin. He began by giving the boy a couple of sexual enhancement pills. He placed the headset on Aaron and turned the tape player on, to begin the procedure. In his headphones, like every patient of Dichmol's, Aaron would be listening to white noise and embedded in the white noise, two commands would repeat over and over:

1. 'You will do as I command, without question, without hesitation, you will do as I command.'
2. 'You will do as Billy Sanders my assistant commands, without question, without hesitation, you will do as he commands.'

Licking his lips, Dichmol grabbed his polaroid and took some snapshots of the boy making sure to take some close-ups of the boy's privates. As the boy was programmed with the basic commands, Lester Dichmol took the boystick in his hand and started stimulating the twelve-year-old redhead. A bit of touching here and there and Aaron Wood was soon as hard as a rock.

He stood from where he was sitting and picked up the interphone.

"Yes, Doctor?" Sanders answered at the other end.

"Billy, I'll need you to fetch me the e-stim power box with a shaft loop and electro corona in a fourteen-year-old size, please."

"Yes, Doctor," Sanders replied feeling his huge cock come to life.

As Dichmol stimulated Aaron's dick and the boy started breathing heavily in his deep sleep, Dichmol took a couple more snapshots as he peeled the foreskin back revealing a lovely pink-reddish bullet-shaped dickhead. Aaron moaned in his deep sleep as the 'therapist' started massaging the boy's cockhead. Dichmol grinned as he slightly squeezed on the well-sized balls as Billy Sanders entered the room carrying what he'd requested.

"Here you are, Doctor," Sanders said, the evident hard-on under his white pants.

"Thank you, Billy," Dichmol said, "Please help me prepare Aaron's dick to begin stimulation while I have a conversation with him."

"My pleasure, Doctor," the blonde said and started.

"Hello, Aaron," Dichmol said.

"Hello, Doctor," the redhaired bully replied even though he was deeply asleep.

As Aaron replied, Billy Sanders placed the loop to the boy's shaft and tightened it. Aaron moaned slightly.

"I'm glad you're here, because we need to discuss several things. Tell me, Aaron, about your family."

"I live with my dad and my brother, Doctor," the boy replied.

Billy Sanders placed the electro-corona around the boy's bullet-shaped dickhead and tightened it up as a dollop of precum rolled down the boystick.

"Tell me about your brother, Aaron," the man commanded.

"His name is Alroy and he's fourteen years old."

Billy Sanders plugged in the electrodes on the corona and loop as the boy was questioned by his boss, and then plugged the cables into the power-box.

"Tell me, Aaron, is he a redhead like you?" Dichmol asked licking his lips.

"He is," Aaron said, "he's a sweet guy like …"

"Like you?" Dichmol asked.

Aaron did not reply but moaned as Billy Sanders turned the power-box on and the electricity started flowing to his boystick.

"Focus, Aaron!" Lester commanded, "you mean a sweet guy like you?"

"Uh-huh," Aaron said as Sanders increased the amperage on the power-box.

"But you're not a sweet guy, Aaron," the creepy man said, "you're a bully."

"I … uh … I'm not …"

"Yes, you are," Dichmol said, "You are a bully who enjoys humiliating other boys."

"N-no … I d-don't know … why … why I …" Aaron said troubled.

"Aaron, you do enjoy humiliating other boys," Lester said, "Otherwise you wouldn't have enjoyed seeing Elliot humiliated when he pissed all over himself and when his daddy spanked him on his bare bottom."

"No, I-I …"

"It made you hard, didn't it?" Dichmol said grabbing the boystick and squeezing on it as he signalled Sanders to increase the amperage once again.

"N-no," Aaron replied.

"Yes," Dichmol said, "You're hard now as you remember it."

Aaron moaned as Dichmol manipulated his dick and Sanders played with the amperage. With another signal, Dichmol ordered Sanders to finger the boy's rosebud and Sanders grinned more than willing to comply.

"Tell me about your dad, is he a bully, like you?"

"M-my d-d-dad is n-not a a bu-bully …" the boy struggled.

"Yes, he is," Dichmol said, "You are a bully because you're bullied at home."

"N-no, no …"

"Tell me Aaron," Dichmol carried on, "does he hit you and your brother?"

Aaron moaned as Sanders index finger went inside his ass wet with saliva, but as he was deep asleep, he was not aware of what was being done to him, he just felt the sensations.

"Does he, Aaron?" Dichmol insisted.

"S-so-sometimes," Aaron admitted.

"What does your brother do when your dad hits you both?" Dichmol asked signalling Sanders to use two fingers now.

The huge-cocked assistant rose from where he was kneeling, walked to Dichmol's desk and retrieved a tube of lubricant. He went back to his kneeling position and poured a good amount of lube on both index and middle fingers and proceeded to finger Aaron again. The boy moaned unable to reply.

"So, what does your brother do?" Dichmol.

"Nothing!" Aaron exploded, "He does nothing!"

"Do you hate him for that?" Lester asked.

"I-I … uh … I hate him sometimes …"

"And your dad?" Dichmol asked, "Do you hate him too?"

"I … I hate him mo-more," Aaron said.

Dichmol grinned as the boy answered and signalled Sanders to add a third finger to the boy's ass and to increase the amperage on the power-box even further. Aaron moaned once again.

"Well," Lester said, "I think it's wrong that you hate your brother and father. But that hate you can channel towards Elliot."

"Ho-how?" Aaron asked.

"Just be yourself," the man said, "do what you like doing. Humiliate him. In every way possible. Repeat this command."

"I will do what I like doing, I will humiliate Elliot in every way possible."

"You don't need to worry about him telling on you," the 'therapist' added, "I will make sure he doesn't. You can force him to do anything you want him to do. Repeat this command."

"I can force him to do everything I want him to do," the boy said.

"Good. Now," Dichmol said, "It is my understanding you were babysitting for the Mitchell twins, am I right?"

"Yes, Doctor," Aaron replied.

"Did you do something sexual with the twins?" Dichmol asked.

"N-no, I … I … I …"

"You did," Dichmol said and ordered Sanders to add a fourth finger to Aaron's ass.

"Do you think … he can take it?" Sanders asked Dichmol.

"Sure he can take it. You have him loose and wet down there. Do it."

Sanders nodded and forced a fourth finger to Aaron's virgin ass. The boy was certainly loose now that Sanders had been finger-fucking him for a while."

"What did you do with the twins?" Dichmol asked.

"I … uh … I played with their wieners," he said.

"And that's all?"

"And … uh … they … they …" Aaron hesitated even in his asleep state.

"They what, Aaron?" Dichmol pushed.

"They played with mine."

"Did they make you cum?" Dichmol asked.

Sanders found his pace finger-fucking the boy's ass wishing it was his cock inside the virgin boy and not his fingers.

"They … they did …"

"Did you make them cum?"

"Uh-huh," Aaron said hesitantly.

"So not only are you a bully but a faggot," Dichmol said.

"I-I'm … not … not a fag-got," Aaron protested.

"Yes, you are," he said, "One who seems to like dicks very much."

"N-no!" Aaron protested.

"Now I'm going to count back from 10," Dichmol said, "when I reach one, you will be deeply asleep and relaxed. Your dick will be back to its normal state. Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one."

Dichmol ordered Sanders to stop finger-fucking Aaron and to turn off the power-box. He ordered him to also remove the e-stim paraphernalia from the boy's dicklet. His assistant did as commanded and removed all the items. The 'therapist' then ordered Sanders to take everything with him and come back. When his assistant had come back, the therapist had already put Aaron's underwear and shorts back on.

"So, what's the plan?" Sanders asked.

"Well, we're gonna give little Aaron his desire of having his fun with Elliot and add to the Mitchell boy torment."

"I see," Sanders replied.

"Nothing, unfortunately, comes without a price in this life," Dichmol said and grinned evilly.

Sanders grinned too and squeezed on his hard cock.

"Aaron, can you hear me?" Dichmol asked.

"Yes, doctor," the boy said.

"When I snap my fingers, you will be awake and unaware of everything that's happened here. You will be terrified of me and my assistant, so will do anything we want. When I snap my fingers back again you will fall deeply asleep again."

"Yes, doctor."

"From now on," Dichmol carried on, "You will do EVERYTHING I or my assistant say. And every time we do something to you, you will hate it and want revenge, the same will happen every time your dad or your brother does something you don't like, or your teachers at school. You will want to punish someone but you'll only have Elliot to take your revenge on. He is to blame when anyone upsets you, it is Elliot's fault. You won't bully other boys just Elliot. You also can have fun with Zach and Jacob as long as they enjoy it as well."

"Yes, doctor."

"Your dick will be your undoing," Dichmol said and laughed as he snapped his fingers.

Aaron blinked and looked at the Mitchells' therapist and felt a sudden wave of fear.

"Wha-what are you gonna do to me?" he asked stuttering.

"Well, Aaron, since you are a naughty bully," Dichmol said, "I thought you might want to be the bullied one for once."

As he said so, he placed his hand on the boy's dick which went hard as soon as it was touched.

"Let go of my dick, you pervert!" Aaron said and tried to stand.

Sanders pushed him back on the couch as Lester continued to massage the boystick.

"Me? A pervert?" the man said, "I'm not the one who's getting hard being touched by an adult."

"You-you're wro-wrong!" Aaron said.

"Am I?" Dichmol said as he pulled Aaron's shorts and briefs down in one single motion, the boy dick bouncing towards the boy's belly.

Aaron tried to stand again, and this time Sanders pushed him with more strength and held the boy's wrists with his strong hands. Lester Dichmol peeled Aaron's foreskin down and started sucking on the boy's lovely bullet-shaped red cockhead. Aaron felt weird in his dick, as he'd never been sucked before.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" he said once and again, "I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you!"

Sanders let go of the boy's arms and slapped him hard in the face.

"Shut up, Punk!" he said.

As Dichmol sucked on Aaron's 12 cm [4.8"] hard drooling boystick, Sanders knelt over the boy's chest effectively pinning him down and opened his fly.

"I know what will make you shut up!" he said as he took out his huge 32 cm [12.5"] cock.

Aaron's eyes opened wide as he saw the monster cock placed before him. Since Sanders was kneeling over his chest, the man's huge cockhead fell right over Aaron's chin.

"Now open that mouth like a good boy," Sanders said.

Aaron wanted to say no, what was this man thinking? He was not going to open his mouth for the man's huge thing. But no matter how hard he tried not to comply, he opened his mouth as if controlled by an unknown force. Billy Sanders pushed just the cockhead of his gigantic chunk, releasing a good amount of precum in the boy's mouth. Aaron had never sucked a dick, never, and even when he'd been curious about other guys' dicks, and even when he'd done a bit of experimenting with the twins, the idea of sucking a dick had never crossed his mind. Let alone an adult dick. Let alone a massive cock like the one he now had inside his mouth. He found the flavour of the man's precum disgusting and retched a bit, but Sanders pushed his cock further in and Aaron could not fight back.

As Sanders started face-fucking the boy with his massive meat, Lester Dichmol let go of the boystick and stood from his place. He stood facing Aaron and Sanders and ever so slowly, he unzipped his pants and took his cock out. True, it wasn't as impressive as Sanders in length at only 21 cm [8"], but it was thick as fuck and Aaron opened his eyes wide once again.

"I want that mouth now," Dichmol ordered.

Billy Sanders removed his cock from Aaron's mouth and stood up, giving his boss access to the boy's mouth.

"Open up, Aaron," Dichmol said.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Aaron threatened again.

"No, you are not," the 'therapist' said, "You're gonna suck me and my assistant until we empty our loads in your faggot mouth and make you eat our spunk."

Before Aaron could retort, Lester pushed his cock inside Aaron's mouth giving the boy a different flavour of manmeat. Lester face-fucked the boy with less patience than Billy Sanders and, before Aaron could react, he was sucking on both huge chunks alternatively.

"So, you are a faggot after all!" Lester said and laughed.

"And a good cocksucker too!" Sanders added and laughed as well.

Aaron wanted to say no, he hated what these men were doing to him, but as Lester started cumming in his mouth and Sanders all over his face, his 12 cm [4.8"] pecker started erupting a good load of semi-transparent boy jizz.

"He's cumming!" Sanders said, "He's cumming while eating cum!"

"Of course he is!" Lester said, "He's a cocksucking faggot and he loves it!"

Before Aaron could complain, Lester removed his cock from the boy's mouth and Billy pushed his in, so that the boy could lick him clean.

"Go on," Dichmol said, "You're not leaving this office until our cocks are nice and clean."

Knowing there was nothing he could do, the boy started licking the men clean as both cockheads were placed before him. He licked and licked and licked until the men were satisfied.

"That is one good cocksucking faggot," Lester Dichmol said and snapped his fingers.

Aaron Wood was deeply asleep once again. Lester and Sanders bent down and kneeling before the boy, they licked his sweet twelve-year-old dick until it was completely clean.

"If he is a fag," Sanders asked, "Why did he hate sucking our cocks?"

"Because I like it when they hate it and struggle," Lester said and chuckled evilly, "Still, he will continue to experiment with the twins, and get his rocks off on tormenting Elliot. And I have stopped him bullying other boys, so don't say I never do any good."

"I see," Sanders said and grinned, "Evilly delicious."

"Aaron," Lester said, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, doctor."

"When I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes. You will remember everything that's happened here. You will not, however, be able to tell anyone about it. You won't be able to tell anyone about the Mitchells and their treatment either, though you can threaten Elliot with doing so. Every time you try to talk about this, it will be as if your mind goes blank."

"Yes, doctor."

"Remember, you will fear me and Billy, but obey us."

"Yes, doctor," the boy said again.

"Remember, everything that's happening to you is all Elliot's fault. He is to blame, and you need to get your revenge on him, but you must not seriously physically injure him. Pain is good but no broken bones or life-threatening actions. His humiliation is your best revenge."

Lester Dichmol snapped his fingers and Aaron opened his eyes, the flavour of both men's cum still in his mouth and throat.

"You … you …"

"Shut up, Aaron," Lester said, "Shut up and go home. I'm sure Mister Mitchell will need to talk to you very soon."

Aaron nodded and obeyed. As he walked outside he realized how much he hated having been forced to suck these men and swallowing their cumloads. But, he also remembered, there was Elliot … and Elliot would pay for what he'd been forced to do.

Chapter 8
Zachary and Ian in Hell Part I

It was finally Friday and Zachary couldn't wait to get to Lester Dichmol's office. Each week he found it harder and harder to be away from the man and his 'therapy', but Zachary had finally accepted the fact that he was a boy-loving pervert and was ever so grateful that Lester was taking care of his problem by giving him therapy. For this session, only Zachary and the twins had been summoned, which had originally posed a problem for Zachary, until his 'friend' and 'therapist' suggested that he ask Aaron to babysit Elliot. Zachary thought it had been a great idea since Aaron was aware of the problems and had expressed his willingness to assist Zachary in keeping control of Elliot. Elliot had been upset when he had told him that Aaron was coming to babysit him and was refusing to stay, until Zachary told him that Doctor Dichmol had said that if he didn't want Aaron, then he could come in and Billy would look after him, but he knew Billy would be very cross if he had to. After that, Elliot stopped objecting to Aaron.

The three of them were in the car on their way to Lester's office, Zachary unable to hide his excitement, his cock rock-hard and his pants wet with precum. The twins were quiet in the back and giggled every now-and-then. Zachary himself had made sure the boys were wearing the special underwear they now had to wear – sexy and naughty underwear – and Zachary loved it. In fact, it had been him who had insisted on dressing the twins in them. He was ashamed to admit it had been the perfect opportunity for him to fondle Zach's and Jacob's peckers. The boys had gotten hard when their dad had put their slutty thongs on, but had said nothing. Billy had said daddy could not know their little secret regarding making each other feel good.

No matter how many times he thought about it, Zachary was still shocked and embarrassed at the revelation that he had incestuous appetites for his children and felt totally ashamed. Right now, he was hard and wet remembering his twins' lovely hard peckers, much more impressive than Elliot's tiny thumbtack. But Elliot's pecker was much more to his liking. He wanted to suck on Elliot's little pecker … but Lester had said he couldn't. But he was allowed to touch, which he had taken every opportunity to do over the last couple days.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Zach and Jacob were fondling each other's dicklets through their shorts. Like their dad, the twins were also eager to get to therapy, but only because they wanted Billy to make their wieners feel good. They couldn't wait to tell Billy they had made Aaron feel good too while he was babysitting and that they had seen Aaron's wiener spurt white creamy stuff. Zach was particularly interested in knowing whether Billy's huge schlong made white creamy stuff too and wondered if his 'friend' would let him and Jacob help him 'cum'. He really wanted to make Billy's huge wiener cum and Jacob had agreed.

"You guys are very quiet," Zachary said.

"We're happy, daddy," Zach said.

"Yes, we're happy, daddy," Jacob parroted.

"And why is that?" Zachary asked.

"Because we like our therapy with Doctor Dichmol," Zach said.

"And we like Billy too," Jacob added, "he's our friend."

Zachary Mitchell smiled unaware of the fact that Billy Sanders had already taken advantage by sampling the 8 cm [3"] yummy dicklets of his eight-year-old fun-loving twins. As Jacob talked about Billy Sanders, he felt his boydick come to life and pointed at it for his twin to see. Both Zach and Jacob giggled in anticipation as they approached their therapist's office.

The creepy looking therapist was inside his 'special therapy' consultation room, where Ian and Tommy Mitchell were being 'treated'. Ian was on a leather bench secured by the wrists and gagged, naked from the waist down. Ian's 18 cm [7"] oblong mushroom-headed cock was being masturbated by one of Doctor Dichmol's milking machines, of which he had many. The man had already cum twice in the space of three hours- and his balls were in pain, but he was still rock hard and nearly ready to deliver a third load.

With him was Billy Sanders, the twenty-four-year-old sadistic nurse who enjoyed cock and ball torture and milking of males of any age. In Billy's lap was a naked Tommy, Ian's seven-year-old son. Billy Sanders was masturbating Tommy's hard 5 cm [2"] boy dick which he had tied with a lace at the shaft, as he squeezed and slapped at the boy's tiny orbs. Tommy had been stuffed with a set of anal beads before his abusers began masturbating him. The boy was sobbing at the manipulation and Ian was desperately trying to release himself from his bindings, but he couldn't.

There were tears in his eyes, he hated the idea of his son being hurt and abused, but his cock was rock hard, subconsciously enjoying everything his only son was being subjected to, as he had been programmed to do. Lester Dichmol was very particular on which perversions he programmed into his patients. Unlike with Zachary Mitchell, Lester had programmed Ian Mitchell not to crave his only son, but to get his rocks off whenever he watched his boy being used and abused.

"How is little Tommy fairing?" Lester asked.

"Well, I'd say he's close to his third dry of the day, Doctor," Billy said rubbing non-stop on little Tommy's hard pecker.

"That sounds good," Lester said, "How about you, Ian? Shall we check how that cock is doing?"

"Nnnnngggghhhh!" Ian complained through the gag feeling his own orgasm very close.

Lester Dichmol approached Ian and pulled the milking case from the man's cock with a loud pop caused by the strong vacuum.

"Nnnnngggghhhh!" Ian complained in pain.

Ian Mitchell's cock was red raw when Dichmol took it in his hand. The hard tool was drooling precum and all wet from the man's previous two cum loads. Lester Dichmol started polishing the man's mushroom cockhead giving Ian the most horrible sensations on his much too tenderized cockhead.

"Nnnnngggghhhh!" Ian complained again.

Ever so tenderly, Lester Dichmol went down and started sucking on the man's cock as Billy carried on masturbating poor little Tommy whose pecker was also sore from the three-hours of abuse it had suffered.

"I think someone is very close to a third load," Lester said removing Ian's cock from his mouth, "Should we help him unload?"

"I don't think so, Doctor," Billy said, "I think the pain of the milking machine should help him cum. After all you had in your notes that for today's session Mister Mitchell had to be milked dry."

"Nnnnngggghhhh! Nnnnngggghhhh! Nnnnngggghhhh! Nnnnngggghhhh!" Ian went non-stop as he shook his head no.

Tears were now rolling down from his eyes and he was sweating like a farm animal, his cock and balls in terrible pain after all the abuse. Lester Dichmol placed the milking case back again, the vaccum sucking the man's cock instantly, giving Ian new pain in his adult painfully hard rod. The perverted therapist left Ian and went to Tommy. The boy was gasping, evidently close to his third dry cum and Lester grinned evilly.

"Oh, my!" Doctor Dichmol said as he pinched Tommy's perky nipples which had grown a tad since the boy had begun 'therapy' with Dichmol, "Our next patients are due to arrive within the next fifteen minutes."

"What are we gonna do now with these two perverts then?" the huge-dicked assistant asked his boss.

"Well we can't have Zach and his children see what a pervert his little brother is," Lester Dichmol said, "after all, he has his own perversions to worry about."

"You're right, doctor," he said, "the poor man has a lot on his plate wanting to fuck his own firstborn son."

"We don't have time to see Ian and Tommy safely on their way home," Lester said.

"I know," Sanders said, "the fucking masochist won't simply stop cumming."

At the mention of cumming Ian convulsed in his place, his cock erupting a third load inside the milking machine. Lester Dichmol approached the man and started squeezing on his well-sized nuts explaining he thought he could force some more cum from his perverted balls.

"What are we gonna do, then?" Sanders asked.

"I have an idea," Lester said, "Bring the spitroast."

Ian did not know what the spitroast was, but he didn't even want to imagine it. As Sanders left the room, leaving bound little Tommy on the desk, Lester took a jar from a shelf and approached Ian. He tenderly removed the man's gag, Ian's saliva drooling down his chin.

"Please, doctor," Ian said exhausted and numb, "Please, stop, I beg you!"

"Why, I can't see why you're begging," Lester said, "After all, this is just the treatment you agreed to receive when we signed that contract, remember?"

"Ple-please," Ian said and burst into tears.

"Relax and open your mouth," Lester said, "I'm going to ease your pain with some analgesics."

Ian obediently opened his mouth and Lester placed three large pills in the man's mouth and pushed them to the man's throat as one would give pills to a dog.

"Swallow now," Lester ordered, and Ian obeyed.

"Oops!" Lester said as he placed the gag back on Ian Mitchell.

"Nnggh?" Ian asked puzzled.

"Silly me!" the pervert said, "I must have gotten my jars mixed up!"

""Nnggh?"

"I have just given you, by mistake, three very potent sexual stimulants for horses!" Lester said.

"Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh!" Ian wept as he shook his head no.

"Well," Lester said, "It looks like you're not going home any time soon. I'm sorry Mister Mitchell, it was an honest mistake."

He laughed maniacally as he saw the pills kicking in, and he snapped his fingers. Ian Mitchell went into deep sleep and Lester Dichmol removed the milking machine. As expected, Ian Mitchell's cock was red and swollen after three hours of milking abuse. He removed the milking case from the vacuum hose and fetched his favorite one. This one was also a plastic tube but, unlike the one just removed, had a metal ribbed sound – which looked pretty much like a twist-bit drill bore – on the inside attached to the upper side of the tube.

He attached the new milking case to the milking hose and turned on the milking vaccum machine. He took Ian's cock and ever so carefully placed it against the rubber suction entrance of the case, the vacuum sucking the man's cock instantly, the twist bit – 15 cm in length – going inside the man's urethra. Once in place, he set the machine in slow milking motion and snapped his fingers.

"Nnnnnnnnnngghhhhhh!" Ian complained as he felt the sound inside his much-abused cock as the machine milked him.

"Relax, Ian," Lester said, "After all, I think you're gonna have to remain in my care for as long as your big brother's session lasts."

"Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh!" Ian went as he shook his head no again terrified at the prospect of three more hours of milking torture.

"Not everything is bad," Lester said, "I'm gonna make sure you're well entertained as you wait."

As he finished the sentence, Billy Sanders joined them pulling a fucking machine which indeed looked like a spitroast for chicken. Lester pushed a button in the chair's remote, and Ian's upper section was slowly elevated, so he could see what was being prepared for his son. Without waiting for instructions, Billy took little Tommy and placed him on all fours in the machine, securing the boy's wrists and ankles to the stool like contraption. Once in place, he pulled a micro milking case and hose – designed for young boys – and turned the machine on, the milking case started sucking Tommy's little pecker almost instantly. Tommy moaned.

"Ple-please," he said, "Sto-op, it … hu-hurts!"

"Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh!" Ian complained.

"Oh! but soon you will feel the bliss of your dry-cum again sweetheart," Lester Dichmol told the little boy.

As he spoke, he removed the anal beads from the boy's tortured ass and brought the dick-like contraption attached to one side of the spitroast. He pushed the 15 cm [6"] silicon dick all the way to the hilt.

"Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh!"

Once it had been properly placed, he took the one on the other end and pushed it inside little Tommy's mouth.

"Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh!"

"That looks about right," Lester said and turned the machine on.

Simultaneously, both silicon dicks started fucking little Tommy in both his holes and the boy started squirming as his little pecker was sucked by the machine. Ian had his eyes wide open, suffering through his son's ordeal but not able to make himself look away and getting hornier than ever. The pills had definitely worked their way into his system and, even when his cock was sore and in pain, he felt as horny as he ever had.

"Well, Billy," Lester said, "Let's get ready to receive Zachary and the twins."

"Nnnnngh?" Ian queried through the gag.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ian. You and your son will have to remain here in the meantime. I'm sure you'll manage to cum at least three more times."

"Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh! Nnnnngh!" Ian begged non-stop as the 'therapist' and his assistant left the room.

There was no way in hell Ian was going to be able to take three more hours of sexual torment.

"Hey, guys!" Billy Sanders greeted the Mitchells as they were coming inside the office, his huge cock jumping in his pants.

"Billy," Zachary greeted the man not even trying to hide his hard-on anymore since it was useless.

"Billy, Billy!" the twins shouted in unison and jumped into the man's arms, who picked them both up.

"Hey, you little devils!" Billy said, "Did you guys miss me?"

"Tons and tons and tons!" Zach replied.

"And tons!" Jacob added.

"Okay, guys," Sanders said, "Let's take you all to Doctor Dichmol's office."

Zachary nodded and followed the good-looking assistant. Like every Friday he had been eager to see their 'therapist', but now that he was here, he was terrified. They all followed Billy Sanders and entered Lester's office. The pervert was already sitting down waiting for them, the soft music playing for his patients' benefit. As usual, and after having greeted his patients Lester asked them how things were going and all of them said everything was fine. He then asked them all to lie down on their respective couches and so they did, resting as they listened to the soft music and fell asleep.

"Now I'm going to count back from 10," Dichmol told the Mitchells, "when I reach one, you will be deeply asleep and relaxed. Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one."

All three Mitchells were now sound asleep and Dichmol was ready to begin.

"Zachy," Lester said as he placed his hand on the man's throbbing cock, "can you hear me?"

"Yes, Lester," the deeply asleep Zachary replied.

"Good. Today we will explore your nasty appetites towards your twins. No matter what happens today, no matter how aroused, you will not be able to cum. Repeat this command."

"Today we will explore my …" Zachary said, "My nasty appetites towards my twins. No matter what happens today, no matter how aroused … I will not be able to cum."

"Everything I suggest will make perfect sense to you, no matter how weird or perverted it is. Repeat this command."

"Everything you suggest will make perfect sense to me, no matter how weird or perverted it is."

"That's a good boy," the 'therapist' said and talked to the twins, "Zach, Jacob," Lester said, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, doctor," both twins said in unison.

"You like feeling good in your wieners, right?"

"Yes, doctor," they replied.

"Good," Lester said, "Today you will do everything I tell you or I won't make you feel good, no matter how weird or strange or disgusting it is. If you don't do what I tell you, neither Billy nor I will make your wieners feel good. Repeat this command."

"Today we will do everything you tell us, or you won't make us feel good," both twins said in unison, "no matter how weird or strange or disgusting it is. If we don't do what you tell us, neither Billy nor you will make our wieners feel good."

"Good boys," Lester said, "Now, when I snap my fingers you will all wake up."

Chapter 9
Babysitting Elliot

As soon as his father and the twins had left the house, Elliot ran upstairs into his room, which now had no door since his dad had removed it at Doctor Dichmol's 'suggestion'. Elliot felt miserable and knew the one to blame for his misfortune was the abusive doctor. He couldn't understand how his father didn't see how all these fucked up things had started happening as soon as they had become Doctor Dichmol's patients.

Aaron remained downstairs in the living room. He decided to wait for fifteen minutes to make sure Mister Mitchell didn't come back having forgotten something. He didn't stop grinning and squeezing his chunk planning the fun he was going to have with Elliot this afternoon. Doctor Dichmol and his assistant had forced Aaron into doing awful things and it was all Elliot's fault he had decided for having got him involved with the pervert. It was was going to be time for payback. This was what he told himself was his motivation but there was much more to it than that. Aaron really enjoyed bullying other boys but usually he felt a bit restrained in case the boy complained to his parents or what his friends might say. Now he could only think what a lot of fun he could have with Elliot forcing him into doing everything he had ever thought of with no risk of comeback. Whether this was just because of the thoughts implanted by Dr Dichmol or whether he had always had the fag thing in his brain was not something he was ever going to consider.

When the fifteen minutes were up, and pretty sure the Mitchells wouldn't be back for several hours, Aaron shouted for Elliot from the living room.

"What?" Elliot replied from upstairs.

"Come down, now!" Aaron said.

"I'm not coming down, Aaron," Elliot said.

Aaron got mad that Elliot did not obey him, but giving it a second thought, decided it would be better if they were in Elliot's bedroom? That way, if the Mitchells came home, Aaron would have time to react. With a look of a creature stalking his prey he walked upstairs. He paused at the doorless entrance to Elliot's room. He smiled as he saw the bed with a rubber sheet on it and no bedding.

"Why the hell didn't you come down?" he demanded angrily.

"Why should I?" Elliot retorted.

"Are you forgetting your dad left me in charge?" Aaron said, "I'm the one giving the orders here and you need to obey."

"I won't!" Elliot said, "You and I are the same age and it's ridiculous that my dad asked you to babysit me!"

"Fine," Aaron said, "Then by Monday, everyone at school will know you pee in your pants in front of people. Let's see what they think about it …"

"No!" Elliot said, "You wou-wouldn't d-do that …"

"Oh, I totally would!" Aaron said.

"No, please," Elliot said changing tones.

"Then you'll do as I say?" Aaron said.

"Aaron, please," Elliot said, "we're friends. We've been friends for …"

"Don't even try," Aaron said, "Your choice is you do as I say or I'll tell everyone your dirty little secret."

Elliot looked at his red-haired friend and, pouting, nodded.

"That's more like it," Aaron said, "Now, hands on your head and eyes closed."

Elliot did as instructed, closing his eyes and placing his hands behind his head. Aaron grinned and walked up to Elliot. The first thing the boy wanted to do was take another look at Elliot's baby wiener and so, he grabbed it through the boy's red shorts. Elliot whimpered and moved.

"Don't move!" Aaron commanded.

Elliot sighed.

"I'm not hearing an apology," Aaron said.

"I-I … uhm … I'm sorry …" Elliot said.

"That's better," Aaron said and went back to touching Elliot's dick.

Aaron was not completely sure why he was so curious about wieners, but in the heat of the moment he didn't even think about it. He grabbed and pinched at Elliot's little rod until the boy was completely hard. Elliot did not move. He hated being touched in this manner against his will, and he hated the fact that his dick would respond to Aaron's touching. Little did Elliot know it was mainly due to the supplements his father made him take on a daily basis following Doctor Dichmol's instructions.

"Take off your shorts," Aaron said.

"Aaron …" Elliot tried.

"Don't make me ask again," Aaron said, a menacing tone to his voice.

Elliot sighed and removed his red shorts. As he went back to his position, he noticed Aaron was sporting a boner.

"Hands behind your head again," Aaron commanded.

"Aaron, please …" Elliot tried again.

For an answer, Aaron slapped Elliot's butt with all his might.

"Ooooooowwwww!" Elliot complained.

"Hands behind your head!" Aaron shouted this time.

Elliot did as ordered, placing his hands over his head and Aaron went back to touching his tiny dick. Pulling up and down, pinching the dickhead and pulling up and down again. Elliot was feeling hot in his dick, but knew better than to say anything. Aaron then started caressing Elliot's nuts with his other hand as he jerked the little pole up and down.

"You do have a baby dick," Aaron said and laughed.

Elliot pouted but said nothing.

"This," Aaron said unzipping his pants and fishing his hard dicklet out, "is a dick!"

Elliot gulped as he saw his friend's hard 12 cm [4¾"] dick. It was definitely longer and thicker than his own, the bullet-shaped dickhead hidden under its foreskin. Aaron walked and sat down on the loveseat in Elliot's room and grinned.

"Come here," he commanded.

Hands behind his head, Elliot walked to Aaron and stood before him.

"Kneel," Aaron commanded.

"Aaron …"

Aaron slapped Elliot's butt one more time with all his might. Elliot swallowed hard and knelt before his former friend and now officially appointed by his father as his own personal bully.

"Peel the skin back," Aaron commanded.

Elliot obeyed and used one of his small hands to hold Aaron's dick and the other to peel the foreskin back. As the bullet-shaped dickhead emerged, Aaron's pee slit released a dollop of precum.

"Now, rub my dickhead," Aaron said.

Against his wishes, Elliot did as instructed. He started polishing Aaron's dickhead, surprised at how much slime the thing produced. He felt so embarrassed at doing this. He had always known Aaron was a bully, but he had thought the redhead considered him a friend. Turns out he didn't, he was just bullying him in a way he couldn't bully anyone else at school. And once again, Doctor Dichmol was the one to blame for his misfortune.

As he rubbed on Aaron's dick, however, Elliot felt envious. He felt envious of Aaron's long and thick curved downwards dick, crowned with a bullet-shaped nice red head. Life was so unfair! Even the twins had bigger dicks than he did and he hated them for it too.

Aaron Wood knew this was the perfect time to humiliate Elliot more if that was even possible. He stood up and took of his pants and underwear. Once done, he sat down again and opened his legs wide.

"Lick my balls," he said.

"I c-ca-can't!" Elliot replied.

"Yes, you can, Elliot," Aaron said, "and you better get on with it now unless you want me to …"

"I know! I know!" Elliot said defeatedly. He just couldn't have all the school knowing about all the things that had happened to him in the past month since therapy with Lester Dichmol had begun.

"Then stop whining and lick my balls!" Aaron said.

Elliot leaned forward and lapped tentatively at Aaron's ball-sac. There was a musky scent mixed with obvious powder, but the main smell was that of sweaty balls, Elliot knew the smell well as he himself sweat a lot. He licked again and then again and again.

"You like that, faggot?" Aaron asked, "You're lucky I didn't shower today so you get to taste my ball-sweat!"

Elliot closed his eyes trying not to think of it, but it was hard not to as he licked Aaron's nuts.

"How about you suck them now?" Aaron said.

Elliot gulped. He inhaled deeply but realized there was no point in arguing and proceeded to do as he had been told. He sucked one of Aaron's nuts into his mouth and applied some suction.

"Fuck, yeah!" Aaron said, "Now the other one!"

Elliot once again did as commanded. He let go of Aaron's left nut and sucked on the right one. Aaron felt his cock twitch every time Elliot applied suction to his nuts, delighted at not only the physical pleasure he was getting from it, but probably more from the mental thrill he was feeling that he was effectively turning Elliot into his bitch.

"Suck on them both!" Aaron commanded, "Take both my balls in your mouth and suck them!"

Elliot whimpered but did not object, there was no point in doing so. He opened his mouth wide and sucked Aaron's ball-sac inside. With both balls in his mouth, the smell of Aaron's nuts seemed to intensify, but he tried his best not to let Aaron see.

Aaron Wood was in heaven. Not only because he loved the feeling of Elliot's mouth surrounding his nuts, but also because he could see the disgust in Elliot's face. Was there anything better in life than to see the object of your bullying humiliated in such a way and trying his best not to show it? There was something even better, Aaron thought.

"Stop," he said.

Elliot stopped as told. Aaron grinned as he saw the boy's expression of relief, but that only showed how little Elliot knew Aaron. Pulling his legs further apart and holding them with his hands, Aaron exposed his virgin ass to his latest but most promising victim.

"Lick my ass now," Aaron said, "It's sweaty too, I guess you're gonna love that!"

Elliot retched.

"Aaron, this is going too far!" Elliot said.

"Did I ask your opinion?" Aaron asked.

"Please!" Elliot said.

"Now, Elliot!" Aaron shouted.

Elliot very reluctantly moved his mouth to Aaron's ass and licked once. It smelled, all right, and the boy retched again. But Aaron was not gonna give Elliot any mercy or control and with one of his hands grabbed Elliot's hair and pulled his head to his virgin ass. Elliot felt the most repulsive of feelings as his mouth pushed against Aaron's asshole, but felt he had no choice so licked at it.

"Come on!" Aaron said, "Lick it good, faggot!"

Elliot moved his tongue around Aaron's bud in circles, trying his best to please his friend but suppress his reflex to throw up.

"Yeah! That's it, bitch!" Aaron said, "You're my bitch now! Lick my hole!"

Not able to move Elliot just kept licking and licking at Aaron's hole. Some minutes into the licking, eyes closed, he realized it didn't taste that bad anymore. He wondered if he had cleaned it or maybe he was -little by little- getting used to his friend's ass' flavor. He didn't know which he thought was worse so he just licked and licked and licked. Although he couldn't see anything with his face stuffed between Aaron's cheeks he had realized that Aaron was jacking off while forcing him to lick his butt hole.

The redhead was definitely experiencing sexual sensations he would've never thought possible as he abused his friend. He was so glad he had been at Elliot's house that day when Elliot had cum and pissed all over himself, cause now he could force Elliot to do anything -anything- he could think of and the boy would not rat on him as long as he knew Aaron could destroy his social life at school.

'I'm one lucky bastard,' he thought as Elliot carried on rimming his ass, 'And it's not only Elliot, but the twins! The twins will do anything I ask willingly.'

"Ok, stop!" Aaron said, "Are you trying to make me cum, you faggot?"

Elliot pulled his face from Aaron's ass with relief. He felt shocked as he realized his tiny dick was hard as a rock. How was it even possible for him to be hard with all those horrible things Aaron was forcing him to do? Once again, he realized it must be Doctor Dichmol's fault, there was no other explanation.

Aaron had been on the verge of cumming with the sensation of Elliot's tongue licking his dirty hole but he had stopped Elliot as he wanted to orgasm in his friend's mouth. He wasn't sure that sucking a dick was worse than licking an ass but he was pretty sure it would be the ultimate step in turning Elliot into his own personal bitch. He knew his friend was not going to enjoy sucking his dick even if he was relieved to be allowed to stop licking butt, but he most definitely was going to enjoy it and finish by shooting his load in his mouth and making him swallow it. At that moment, he remembered when he'd been forced to suck Elliot's therapist and his assistant. That had been the most humiliating moment he had had in his life and knew this was the perfect way to humiliate Elliot. He looked at his friend and grinned.

"Now, suck my dick," he said.

"No!" Elliot said, "I have done everything you've asked me to, but I won't do that!"

"You still don't understand, now, do you?" Aaron said, "If you refuse to do anything I say, I'll tell everyone at school not only that you pee in your pants, but also that you're a perverted faggot who gets hard when his dad slaps his bare bottom."

"Aaron, please, if you said those things at school …"

"It would be even better to see the boys' reaction when they hear you get hard when sucking someone's dirty bumhole. That'll make a great piece of gossip, don't you think? I bet there will be boys who want to see if it's true. You could end up getting stripped regularly at school and made to suck loads of butts and then they will see that tiny little pee pee get hard"

"Aaron," Elliot begged, tears coming to his eyes, "please, I beg you …"

"I'm not joking, Elliot," Aaron said, "You do everything I say or everyone at school will know what a pervert you are. Anyway I bet soon you'll be begging me to let you suck my dick. I can tell you're a natural faggot."

"No! I …"

"If you aren't a faggot …" Aaron said, "Why is your baby dick hard, huh?"

"It's not that, it's … you … you're …"

"Shut up and suck my dick!" Aaron said, "Now!"

Elliot pouted looking his friend in the eye.

"That look won't help you," Aaron said, "Now, get busy on my dick! I'm gonna be giving you my nutjuice! And you're gonna love it like the faggot you are!"

Elliot lowered his head ashamed at what he had done and what he was being asked to do but realized there was nothing he could do if he didn't want everyone to know. Through the tears that were forming in his eyes he found himself looking at Aaron's cockhead. The thing was oozing slime and Aaron made it jump three times in a row, as if saying I'm waiting. Elliot swallowed hard, closed his eyes, opened his mouth and took Aaron's twelve-centimeter [4¾"] hard rod in his mouth. The first thing he tasted was the salty flavor of Aaron's slime. Then the tang of piss on the boy's dick seemed to mix with the taste from the boy's ass and he retched. Aaron was not gonna show him any mercy, so, he pushed Elliot's head down until the boy's chin was touching Aaron's balls. With the impatience of a tween boy who's eager to pump and ejaculate, Aaron started face fucking Elliot, not giving the boy a chance to object.

Elliot felt disgusted as Aaron's dick pumped in and out of his mouth, but knew he had to do this if he wanted Aaron to keep quiet. Whatever things had happened since they had started seeing Doctor Dichmol, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating, would not compare to the social ridicule he'd suffer at school should Aaron decide to open his mouth and vent his shameful secrets. He knew he would become a victim to the masses if they were spread around the school. So, thinking only of his social life, he tried to endure as the tween rod pistoned in and out of his mouth.

Being twelve, a sack of raging hormones, having just discovered masturbation and fucking a warm tween mouth, no sane twelve-year-old could last long when getting a blow job. So, as he facefucked Elliot, Aaron felt the contractions which announced his orgasm. Pulling Elliot's head completely into his groin until his balls were against Elliot's chin, Aaron's pecker started spurting.

Elliot's eyes opened wide in shock as he felt Aaron's first volley of jizz hit against the back of his throat. He tried to pull away, but Aaron's hands kept his head steady and the cum kept coming.

"Yeah! Swallow, bitch!" Aaron said, "I've been brewing my nutjuice for you! Swallow it all!"

Elliot had no choice but to swallow and so he did. Rope after rope of immature cum was shot into his throat and Elliot had to drink it all. It wasn't until Aaron's dick had finished spurting, that Aaron let go of Elliot's head and looked him in the eye.

"Fuck, that was hot!" Aaron said, "You're definitely good at cocksucking, Elliot!"

Aaron laughed as Elliot felt his face turn a dark shade of crimson. Aaron had humiliated him in ways he would've never thought possible. Still, he was relieved it was over and now the boy would keep his mouth shut regarding Elliot's family secret.

"Right let's go to the bathroom," Aaron said.

Elliot looked at his friend, askance, but he knew better than to complain now. He started to make his way out of his room but Aaron stopped him.

"No pee-baby with a baby dicklet, you don't walk," Aaron said and smiled evilly, "you crawl."

Elliot just wanted it over and knew now he would have to do what Aaron wanted if he wanted his secret kept, got down on his hands and knees. Aaron insisted he spread his legs and pushed his butt up in the air as he crawled all the way to the bathroom followed by his red-haired friend who giggled and laughed at the sight Elliot was giving him. Once there, Aaron ordered him into the tub and told him to remove his T-shirt, which he did. Then he insisted Elliot lay on his back and raise his arms and spread his legs. Once he was satisfied with Elliot's position, Aaron smiled as he put the plug in blocking the drain.

"There's once more thing to do with you," Aaron said.

"Aaron?" Elliot asked.

"Since you enjoy peeing over yourself so much," Aaron said, "I thought you'd like to be peed all over by me."

Elliot pouted and his lips started trembling as his eyes got completely watery. He knew Aaron was not joking. He had been forced to lick and suck Aaron's nuts, he had been forced to rim his friend's ass, he had been forced to suck his friend's dick and swallow his cum. This, was just one more thing Aaron had come up with in order to humiliate him even further. It was working, Aaron did know how to humiliate a boy.

"Open your mouth, Elliot and keep it open or I will be opening my mouth at school," Aaron said, "If you're lucky, you might be able to drink some of my piss! You don't move a muscle until I tell you you can. The only thing you can move is your throat muscles to swallow."

Aaron laughed as he started peeing all over Elliot, making sure his golden flow reached Elliot's mouth and face. Elliot closed his eyes but kept his mouth open, receiving the redhead's piss and tasting it for the first time. As his mouth filled and the pee splashed up his nose he had to swallow. He felt Aaron's piss falling all over his hair and body, running down his torso and wetting his own hard dicklet. Elliot was ashamed beyond belief as his friend finished peeing.

"You look like a fucking drowned faggot rat!" Aaron said and laughed.

Elliot lay there, soaked in his ex-friend's pee as it dripped down and congregated around his back and butt. He just had to lie there tasting the strong flavor in his mouth and the acrid smell in his nose. His eyes watered from the pee but also from the humiliation of having just lain there while he was being pissed all over.

Finally Aaron told him he could stand up so Elliot got to his feet and pulled the plug out to let the pee drain away. Then he reached for the shower head and went to turn on the tap.

"What do you think you're doing?" Aaron asked.

"I'm … gonna shower?" Elliot said.

"Oh, no, you're not!" Aaron said.

"Aaron?" he asked puzzled.

"You're gonna wait until my piss dries and then your gonna crawl back to your room and put your shirt and shorts back on again," he said laughing.

"B-but … but …" Elliot stammered.

"When your dad comes home," Aaron said, "I want you stinking of piss."

"Why?" Elliot asked, confused.

"Because," Aaron said, "Then I'll tell him you pissed all over yourself."

"W-why w-wou-would you … d-do tha-that?"

"Are you kidding?" Aaron asked, "I want to see your father get angry again knowing you pissed all over yourself. You know what he's gonna do when he knows?

Elliot shook his head no.

"He's gonna spank you big time. And I wouldn't miss him spanking you again for anything in the world!" Aaron said and laughed. "I bet it will be even better than last time and I am sure your brothers will enjoy it as well.

"Why … why are you doing … this?" Elliot asked.

"Because I can," Aaron said, "Because it's hot …"

He moved towards Elliot and squeezed on his tiny dicklet which, to his surprise, was still hard. He squeezed and squeezed on it as he got right into Elliot's face.

"But mostly, because you're mine, Elliot," Aaron whispered in Elliot's ear, "You're mine forever."

Chapter 10
Zachary and Ian in Hell Part II

Lester Dichmol grinned, he was ready to start abusing his patients so he snapped his fingers. Zachary, Zach and Jacob all opened their eyes, ready to begin their therapy session.

"So, Zachy," the man asked Zachary Mitchell, "How have you been feeling this week?"

"It's been a tough week, Doctor," the man said.

"Lester," the therapist said, "We agreed you'll call me Lester."

"Yes, Lester," the man agreed.

"Why has it been a tough week, Zachy?" the man asked.

"I've been feeling … anxious," Zachary said, "So anxious and restless, Lester."

"Maybe because you've been wanting to do nasty stuff with your boys?" Lester asked.

"Ye-yes …" Zachary stuttered.

"You're horny now, aren't you?" the man asked.

Zachary Mitchell nodded.

"I bet you're wanting to cum, now, aren't you?" Lester Dichmol asked.

"Yes, Lester," the man said.

"You want me to touch you, don't you, pervert?"

Zachary Mitchell blushed a dark shade of crimson and tears welled up in his eyes, but against his own will, he nodded, desperate to feel the touch of the man's hand on his hard and wet cock.

"The twins are here," Lester said, "You want them to watch as I jack you off?"

Zachary Mitchell wanted to say no, it was so embarrassing to picture the situation in his mind, but he somehow thought that was exactly what he wanted. Was that what he wanted?

"You do," Lester said squeezing Zachary's cock.

Zachary whimpered as he felt the squeeze, he was dying for Lester to make him cum. And against his better judgment, he nodded.

"Zach, Jacob," the sinister therapist said, "Come here."

Zach and Jacob obeyed and Lester had them stand each side of their dad. Once they were in place, he unbuttoned and then unzipped Zachary's trousers, the man's cock jumped out completely wet in its own precum.

"Woah!" Zach said, "Daddy's wiener is really big!"

"Really big!" Jacob parroted.

Zachary blushed even more if that was possible.

"Your daddy wants me to make him feel good in his wiener," Lester Dichmol explained and the boys nodded.

Lester Dichmol started masturbating Zachary as the man squirmed and the boys just watched in awe seeing their father being made to feel good, the way they wanted to be made feel good in their wieners too. Lester pulled Zachary's foreskin down and three dollops of precum slid down the man's hard pole. Once the cockhead was free, Lester started polishing it.

"Oh, Gawd!" Zachary said.

"Someone really is one big pervert!" Lester said.

"Are you okay, daddy?" Zach asked.

"Yes, daddy, are you okay?" Jacob parroted.

"I … uh …" Zachary uttered.

"He is," Lester said, "He just really wanted to feel good. Didn't you Zachy?"

"Uh-huh," Zachary said sweating profusely now.

"Oh!" Zach and Jacob said.

"Maybe you guys should take off your shorts, it will make daddy feel even better to see your sexy underwear. Right, Zachy?"

Zachary Mitchell's tears finally rolled down his cheeks as the man nodded for the boys to comply.

"Daddy?" Zach asked.

"Ye-yes," Zachary replied with difficulty, the intense feelings of the polishing in his cockhead made it almost impossible for him to answer, "D-do as Doc-docto-tor Dich-mol sa-says …"

Both Zach and Jacob obeyed their father and removed their shorts. As the boys stood next to their dad in only their little slutty thongs Lester increased the polishing of Zachary's cockhead. Zachary was very close to losing his mind as he was masturbated by the doctor and the twins stared at their daddy's throbbing cock. Their little dicklets were getting hard as they observed the action. Little Zach knew he wanted to be made feel good in his wiener too.

"Daddy's a big big pervert," Lester Dichmol told the twins, "He likes it when I make his wiener feel good."

The twins giggled as the doctor said those words and Zachary felt even more embarrassed. However, the more embarrassed he felt, the hornier he got.

"You know what daddy really would like?" Lester Dichmol asked the twins.

"What?" Zach asked.

"What?" Jacob parroted.

"Daddy wants to see your wieners, right Zachy?" Lester said.

"Really, daddy?" Zach asked a bright expression on his face.

Zachary was so embarrassed he couldn't understand how he had lost all good judgment. As Lester jacked him even more intensely, he just nodded again.

"See?" Lester said, "Go show your daddy your wieners. Stand close to his face so he can see them clearly."

Both Zach and Jacob, their expressions lit with excitement, removed their slutty thongs and walked to place their hard dicklets next to their dad's face. Zachary Mitchell felt more distressed as he saw his boys lovely 8 cm [3"] hard peckers so close to his face. Knowing what he was doing, Lester Dichmol started squeezing rapidly on Zachary's balls as he polished the man's cockhead mercilessly.

"Oh, Gawd!" Zachary said again, really wanting to cum and unable to do so.

"I think daddy really likes your wieners," Lester said.

"You do, daddy?" Zach asked.

"Yes, daddy, you do?" Jacob asked too.

Lester intensified the polishing as he now jacked the man's pole up and down, bringing Zachary into complete ecstasy knowing the man wouldn't be able to cum until he commanded it.

"Yes!" Zachary shouted, "I do! I really like your wieners!"

"Come here, guys," Lester said, "I think what your daddy really needs is for you to make his wiener feel good."

Zach and Jacob didn't even wait for their dad to endorse the Doctor's statement, they hurried to Lester and both took their daddy's cock in their lovely hands and started polishing on the red swollen cockhead as Billy had taught them. Zachary gasped as he felt in heaven, feeling his boys' hands fumbling all over his hard-throbbing cock. This was so fucked up! So fucked up he didn't know how things had turned into this. But he loved it, he loved it as his beloved twins played with his hard cock.

Lester Dichmol was delighted, his own cock hard beyond belief and wet inside his underwear as he saw the man squirm in pleasure being touched by his beloved sons. He had twisted them all in such a short time he couldn't even believe his luck.

Lester looked at the action taking place and sat down right by Zachary's head. He grinned and opened his fly. He took his cock out and squeezed on the cockhead, letting two dollops of precum fall to the floor. Zachary was totally gone with pleasure as Zach and Jacob played with his cock.

"Does it feel good, Zachy?" Lester asked.

"Ye-ye-yesssssss!" Zachary Mitchell said.

"I'm so glad I can help you explore your dark psyche and feel good at the same time, my beloved friend," Lester said jacking off as he enjoyed the scene before him.

He let the twins play a bit more with their dad's cock and then snapped his fingers. All three Mitchells were now deeply asleep in their positions. Lester laughed and looked at the scene, took out his Polaroid and made some nice shots of the incestuous actions. Once he had taken enough pics, he placed them on his desk and jacked a bit more.

"Zachy," he said.

"Yes, Lester?"

"When I snap my fingers, you'll be awake, but the sensations in your cock will have intensified tenfold, confirm this command."

"When you snap your fingers, the sensations in my cock will have intensified tenfold," Zachary Mitchell replied.

Lester Dichmol snapped his fingers.

"Oh, Gawd!" Zachary Mitchell uttered, feeling his cock go on fire as the twins played with it, "Please, please! I want to cum!"

"No one is stopping you from doing so," Lester said and chuckled.

"Darlings," Lester said and the twins turned to him.

"Yes?" Zachy asked.

"Yes?" Jacob parroted.

"Daddy wants to feel even better in his wiener."

"Oo-kaaaaay," both said at the same time.

"You know what daddy really wants?" Lester asked.

"What?" they both asked in unison.

"It would make daddy really happy if you made my wiener feel good."

The twins nodded, not even asking for confirmation from daddy this time. They moved from their position and knelt before Lester Dichmol. Zach was the one to take the huge cock first, feeling it.

"Your wiener is reaaaaaaaally big!" Zach said.

"And it is very thick!" Jacob added.

"Go on," Lester said, "make my wiener feel good, so daddy can feel good too."

Zachary Mitchell tried to stand up and Lester ordered him to remain in place. The man realized he really had to obey, because suddenly, his whole body froze in place, his eyes glued on the image of his twins kneeling and working Lester's cock. His cock kept throbbing, as if it was being jacked by an unnatural force, the urge to cum almost unbearable.

"Maybe we should try something else to help daddy cum," Lester said.

"What?" Zachy asked.

"I think you guys should lick my wiener," Lester said.

"Eeeeeeeewwwww!" Zach said.

"Eeeeeeeewwwww!" Jacob parroted.

"That's what daddy wants," Lester said.

"No way!" Zach said.

"Tell them, Zachy," Lester said, "Tell them that's what you want."

Zachary Mitchell's tears ran down again. He was so embarrassed, so humiliated! Why was he placing his boys in such a situation? He loved them too much, he couldn't let the boys do what they were doing, it was fucked up beyond madness. Still, something in the back of his mind told him it would be so hot to see his boys licking at the man's thick veiny pulsating rod. The sordid idea made his cock erupt even more precum.

"Dd-dd-do it bo-bo-boys …" he stammered, "tha-tha-that's wha-wha-wha-what da-daddy wa-wants …"

"I don't care!" Zach said, "I won't lick his wiener!"

"I won't too!" Jacob said.

Lester snapped his fingers and all three Mitchells fell asleep again.

"When I snap my fingers," Lester said, "Zachy, you will remain asleep. Zach, Jacob, you will open your eyes as if nothing happened. Confirm this command."

"When you snap your fingers," all three said.

"I will remain asleep," Zachary Mitchell said.

"We will open our eyes as if nothing happened," the twins' voices overlapped with their father's.

"On my second snap," Lester added, "Zachy you will open your eyes and be back where you fell asleep."

"Yes, Lester."

Lester snapped his fingers and the twins regained consciousness.

"Lick my wiener," the man said.

"N-nno!" Zach replied again.

"No too!" Jacob said.

"Okay," Lester said, "Don't lick my wiener. But then I won't let Billy make you feel good in your wieners," Lester said.

"You can't!" they both said.

"Oh, I can and I will!" Lester said, "In fact, I'll tell Billy to never make you feel good in your wieners ever again!"

"But … but … but …" Zach said.

"And I'll tell your daddy you have been playing with Aaron's wiener too."

The twins looked scared for a moment and then, sheepishly, Zach bent a little and lapped at the man's cockhead. To his surprise, it didn't taste as bad as he had imagined it would. Seeing the alpha twin act, Jacob did the same, licking on the man's huge cock which was big enough to accommodate both their small tongues easily. Lester Dichmol snapped his fingers and Zachary woke up to the image of his twins licking Lester's oozing cock. His own cock throb at the perversion displayed before him. Zachary started gasping, feeling hornier than he ever had before. As the twins licked on Lester's cock, their sweet mouths and faces getting smeared in the man's precum, Zachary realized once again how fucked up and twisted this was. He wanted to ask the twins to stop … he wanted to stop all this madness once and for all… but he was so desperate to cum.

"Do you like it, Zachy?" Lester asked, "Do you like seeing your twins licking on my cock?"

"I … I-I d-d-dooooooooooooooo," Zachary said really wanting to cum.

"You want them to suck my cock, don't you Zachy?" Lester suggested.

"I-I …" Zachary said and whimpered, "I do!"

"You heard your daddy, boys," Lester said, "Suck on my wiener's head."

"How can we do that?" Zach asked.

"Take it in your mouth and suck as you would a popsicle," Lester said and looked at Zach in a way which seemed to remind the boy that if he did not comply, Billy would never make his wiener feel good again, "That's not hard, is it?"

Zach shook his head and tried his best to engulf Doctor Dichmol's big cockhead. Lester rolled his eyes in ecstasy as the seven-year-old mouth wrapped around his knob-shaped purple cockhead. The boy did start sucking as he did when eating popsicles, and discovered the man's wiener would give him more of the funny slime he had tried when licking it. Still, the flavor was something weird and not completely to his liking, it was salty, and strange and sort of smelled like piss.

"Now you, Jacob," the man ordered.

Jacob turned to his twin and Zach, letting go of Doctor Dichmol's wiener nodded for his twin to comply. Jacob then took the man's cockhead in his little mouth and started sucking. Unlike Zach, Jacob found the flavor of the man's slime kind of tasty and realized it had not been bad of the Doctor to make him suck his wiener like a popsicle.

"You like that Jacob?" the pervert asked.

Without removing the man's wiener head from his seven-year-old mouth, Jacob nodded. Zach made an ew expression and tried to stop Jacob from sucking the Doctor's popsicle. Jacob replied by snapping Zach's hand away. Zach was in shock, as he'd always been the alpha of the pair. Lester realized this was a new area of opportunity in the treatment of the Mitchells. Because Jacob seemed to enjoyed cocksucking he could use that as an incentive to force the boy into doing whatever he wanted. With Zach, because it was obvious the alpha twin had not really enjoyed it, he could threaten him with making him do it to get him to do other things.

"Stop, Jacob!" Lester said, "You don't wanna make your Doctor cum, do you?"

Jacob looked up trying to meet the doctor's eyes without removing the knob-shaped cock-head. Lester was amused at the puppy-eyes Jacob was making at him. This little boy was gonna be so much fun! It was hard to decide whether he should give Jacob his cumload, but it would not be appropriate, at least, not yet. Not while Zachary hadn't cum at least once.

"Stop, now, Jacob," Lester said caressing the boy's hair.

Against his will, looking disappointed Jacob let go of the meat popsicle he'd been so enthusiastically sucking at.

"Follow me, boys," Lester commanded as he got up from his chair.

He knelt over Zachary's face as he commanded the twins to lick his cock up and down the shaft. Jacob was happy to oblige and Zach reluctantly did, knowing he would be rewarded with being made feel good in his wiener by his 'friend' Billy.

"I think this gives you a better angle, am I right, Zachy?" Lester asked and chuckled.

"Ye-yes," Zachary Mitchell said.

"Now, I think it's time you licked my balls," Lester said.

Zachary was not gonna do that, there was no way! Thanks to Lester he knew he was a pervert who wanted to fuck his kids, but he was no fag! He was not gonna lick the man's sweaty balls.

"N-no," he stammered.

"Yes," Lester said, "It's time you learned your place. Lick my balls, now!"

Against his will, which was telling him he was not gonna do that, something in the back of his mind compelled him to obey. And he did. He started lapping at Lester Dichmol's balls. He felt a bit nauseated as he did so, but it was not as terrible as he would've imagined. He was aware of the twins faces close to his own as they licked the Dr's cock while he did the same to the man's balls.

"Good boys," Lester said, "You are three very good boys for your Doctor. Not like that naughty boy Elliot."

He was in full ecstasy as Zachary Mitchell licked his balls and the twins licked his rod up and down, Jacob, apparently, choosing to lick closer to the man's knob-shaped purple cockhead. The boy was definitely a potential cock-sucking slut. And a natural one.

"Now, suck my wiener head," Lester said.

Jacob was about to take the lead, when Lester stopped him, "Not you Jacob. Zach, suck my wiener head."

The boy hesitated a little, but had no choice but to comply and engulfed Lester's cockhead in his seven-year-old mouth. Looking disappointed, Jacob kept on licking the man's rod up and down.

"Zachy, suck my balls," Lester said, "One at a time."

"Lester …"

"And jack off as you do."

"Lester …"

"Zachy," the man said, "this is for your own good. You wanted my help and that's exactly what I'm doing, helping you."

"B-bu-but …"

"Tell you what," the man said standing up and gently pushing the twins away, "We will stop therapy now. Because we're friends, I'm willing to forgive you and give you the number of a colleague who can treat you and your boys …"

"No!" Zachary Mitchell said energetically.

"Zachy," the man said, "we cannot continue therapy if you are to question my methods. This colleague of mine is really good and I'm sure …"

"No, please!" Zachary begged, "Please, forgive me! I … I-I …"

"Zachy," Lester said condescendingly, "I am not angry at you. I am not, truly. But honestly, all I have done so far is help you understand yourself and come to terms with who you are so I can cure you. And what do you do? You disobey and question my therapy methodology. It's clear I cannot be your therapist anymore …"

"Lester, please …" Zachary Mitchell said.

"Go home, Zachy," Lester said, "I'll have Billy give you a call to give you the number of the therapist I mentioned.

"Lester, please, please!" Zachary said begging.

"Don't make this harder than it is, Zachy," Lester said moving from his desk and walking to the door.

Cock hanging from his open fly, Zachary Mitchell rose from the couch and walked towards Lester, kneeling before the man and hugging him around the waist.

"Please, please, please!" he begged as tears ran down his cheeks, "I'll never ever question you again, please!"

Lester was so delighted at seeing this stud of a man begging on his knees to be abused along with his children he really had to try hard not to laugh at the man. Zachary Mitchell was on his knees begging and crying and it was so much quicker than Lester had originally thought he would achieve it with the Mitchells.

"I'm sorry, Zachy," Lester said, "I just can't do this."

Having said so, he walked out the door leaving a pair of confused twins and a very worried, ashamed and humiliated family man, his pride hurt but horny as a stallion. He knew he had fucked up big time and he didn't know what he was going to do without Lester Dichmol.

To Be Continued