Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2016 19:15:37 -0600
From: Nicky Noxville <nicky.noxville@gmail.com>
Subject: The Desmond Brothers

The Desmond Brothers

By Nicky Noxville


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Copyright 2016 Nicky Noxville

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All of my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own,
where STI's do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are
highly unsafe in this world. I'm not going to say don't try this at home,
but take care of yourself.


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And now, our feature presentation...


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"Here, man," my older brother, Moses, walked into my room holding out a
clear plastic bottle full of red liquid. "I need you to be my guinea pig
and try this." He was a doctorate level student at the same university
where I was starting my undergraduate work. His fields of study were beyond
me, and I don't mean to sound immodest, but that's saying something.


"What is it?" I asked, reaching for the bottle. I unscrewed the cap and
smelled it. It smelled wonderful! I couldn't quite identify the scent,
though. "What does it do?"


"It's a new formula I'm working on. You'll like it, I promise, but I can't
tell you what it does because that would skew the results of the
experiment. Just drink it, stupid."


"I'll try it later. Let me finish my trig assignment first." I sat the
bottle down on my bedside table and turned back to my notebook to start the
next problem.


"Come on, Jer. I really need your help with this one. This could be my best
discovery yet." I looked back up at him... his expression was odd, I
couldn't quite name it, but I could see how eager he was for me to do this.
He reached up and ran his fingers over his cropped hair. "Please," he
pleaded. I sighed, sliding the notebook away and picking the bottle back up.


"Fine," I said in a resigned tone before putting the bottle to my lips and
taking a big sip. My brother grinned at me.


"Well?" he demanded. He was practically dancing in place.


"Ooh, that's good!" I said, holding the unlabeled plastic bottle up in
front of my face. "It's like... Fizzy fruit punch, except..." I shook the
bottle a little, noticing the lack of bubbles. "It isn't carbonated." The
liquid filling the bottle was bright red, like fruit punch. I noticed that
there were etched rings around the bottle, marking off measurements. My sip
had taken me half way between the full line and the next marking. I turned
the bottle and noticed a break in the rings with one word etched inside it
where you usually find the brand name. "STOOPID?"


"Haha, yeah. It's an acronym. I can't tell you what it means, but we
thought it was hilarious." He turned his head and called out into the
hallway, "Diego, will you come into Jeremiah's room and take notes."


Diego, my brother's best friend and lab partner, came into the room and sat
down at my desk without a word. He started writing away on his clipboard.


"Uh, hey Diego." I greeted him, awkwardly.


"Hi." he said, not bothering to look up.


"Take another sip. Try and get below the next line." Now that he mentioned
it, another sip sounded good. I put the bottle back to my lips and drank,
filling my mouth with the liquid that gave the impression of being fizzy,
without actually being carbonated. I swallowed and screwed the cap back on,
holding it up to see how much farther down I'd made it. I was sitting right
on the next line.


"Good boy," Moses said, grinning. "Tell me, how do you feel now?"


"Uh, good, I guess. It's kind of like I can still feel the fizzing in my
head, even though I swallowed it." I didn't realize I'd left my mouth
hanging open until I felt a bit of drool fall onto my hand. I closed it,
quickly, looking at Moses and Diego to see if either of them had noticed. I
don't think they did.


"Okay, now try and get to the next line." I looked at the bottle. The next
line was about twice as far as the first had been. I put the bottle to my
lips and started gulping. Bubbles filled my head. I held the bottle up and
looked at it. I'd gone too far, and hit the line below it.


"Oops," I said dumbly. I was feeling really good. I wanted to take another
sip, but figured I should wait for Moses to say so.


"Haha, that's okay. You're past the quarter mark. Do one more thing for
me." He slid my notebook back over to me. "Double check that last problem."
I looked down at my work. There was the problem, there was my conclusion...
and there was all that gibberish in the middle... I had no idea what I was
looking at...


"What the fuck?" I said, staring blankly at the page. Diego and Moses both
burst out into laughter. I felt a flush of heat and looked down, my mouth
falling open as my eyes settled on my crotch. I was hard, and there was a
wet spot soaking through the denim at the tip of my erection.


"How do you feel now," Moses asked me, his tone one of amusement.


"I, uh. I feel... I feel... dumb. I can't remember how I did that problem." I
watched my cock twitch and the wet spot grow.


"Uh huh," he said slowly, "and how does being dumb make you feel?" I looked
up at him, my face flushing as I realized what the answer to his question
was. There was no denying it, I knew exactly how I was feeling.


"Oh, uh, no, I don't wanna say." I bowed my head in shame, and my eyes
settled back on my own crotch. I felt like I was about to cum in my jeans,
right in front of my big brother and his friend.


"You need to tell me, bro. If you don't, you'll ruin the whole experiment."
It made sense. It was embarrassing, but he really did need to know.


"Oh," I said softly. "Being dumb is making me feel so horny." I confessed.
I felt a literal flood of precum gush from my cock, and the wet spot spread
to cover a good portion of my thigh, the wet denim clinging lewdly to my
shaft.


"Haha, yeah it is." Moses said. "I think we're far enough along now for me
to tell you what the formula does. That whole bottle represents your brain
power, Jer. If you drink the whole bottle, you'll be nothing but a stupid
slut. You've got about three quarters of your brain left."


"No, I don't want to be stupid." I stared at my brother in horror.


"That's up to you, bro. You'll never get back what you've lost so far, but
you could stop now. The more you drink, the dumber you get, and the dumber
you get, the hornier you'll get. Just stop when you're as dumb and horny as
you want to be for the rest of your life."


A soft moan escaped my lips, and my tongue darted out to moisten them.


"Here, let me help." Moses said, taking the bottle from me. He unscrewed it
and pressed it to my lips. I obediently started drinking, watching bubbles
rise up as the liquid poured from the bottle and down my throat.


Making me so stupid.


Dumber and dumber.


*Oh, god, is he going to stop?*


Finally, he pulled the bottle away.


"There we go, now you're half way there." He put the bottle in my hand, and
then reached down to squeeze my erection, making me moan, my eyes closing
as my hips hunched repeatedly against his palm. "Balls in your court now,
dummy."


"Fuck," I grunted. I wanted it. I raised the bottle to my lips and took a
delicate sip. They both laughed, Moses screwing his palm against my wet,
denim covered erection.


"Good boy," Moses encouraged me, "It'll feel really good to keep going." I
raised the bottle again and started to slowly drink. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. "You
don't need to worry about being smart anymore. I'm smart enough to take
care of you if you want to just be a stupid faggot." Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.


I pulled the bottle away, breathing heavy, and looked at it. I'd just
slowly gulped away another quarter of my brain. Fuck! I was only, like, one
fifth as smart as I used to be. I could stop now. I was so horny, and dumb.
But he'd given me permission. Permission to just be stupid and horny. The
more I drank, the better I felt. I didn't want to be stupid, but every sip
I took was making me feel happy and carefree... and so fucking horny.


I stared at the remaining liquid. I only had an eighth of my brain left...
No, that wasn't right. No, it was a sixth.


"Are you sure we should let him finish it, man?" Diego asked, actually
sounding a little worried. "He might still be able to function a little bit
if he stops now." Moses looked thoughtful for a second, and then grinned
wickedly.


"Nah, he doesn't need to be able to function. I'll get him all the dick he
needs. Plus, I'm curious to see if he'll do it. Will he stay stupid and
horny, or make himself stoopid and horny?" they both laughed at this, and
then watched me, silent.


My hand shook. I was trying to resist the urge to drink more, but I really
wanted it now. I wanted to feel good. I grasped the bottle with both hands
and put it to my face, groaning. I got a couple of sips down before my
brother pulled the bottle away from me.


"You want it, Jer? Wanna be stoopid and horny?" He rubbed the bottle around
his crotch, my eyes following the movement.


"Unh, yeah. Want, bro." I reached for the bottle.


"No, no." He screwed the lid on the bottle and put it aside. "We're helping
you feel good, you need to return the favor if you want us to let you
finish it." He moved in front of me and pulled out his cock. I'd seen my
brother naked before, but never hard. I had no idea it was so big! "Suck
it, stupid." he ordered.


I slid forward and took my brother's dick into my mouth. I didn't expect it
to taste so good. I was trying to get more of it down my throat, gagging
myself. *I'm sucking my brothers dick. Mmm, my brothers dick is so good.*
Then there was another one, moving in to slap against my face with a lewd,
heavy sounding thump. Ooh, Diego had a nice dick too. I started trying to
get both of them into my mouth at the same time, making them laugh again.


"Oh, don't worry. You'll get both our cocks in one hole tonight, just not
this one." Moses said, finishing with a gentle slap to my face.


"Speaking of," Diego said, standing up and reaching over to grab my hips.
"Keep sucking your brother." He pulled me to my feet, and I stayed bent
over to keep blowing Moses. I felt Diego's hands reach around me,
unfastening my jeans and lowering them. My cock bounced up, drops of precum
flying through the air as it slapped against my belly.


Diego started squeezing my butt, and Moses grabbed me by the ears and
started fucking my face, holding my head in place as he slid in and out of
my mouth.


SLAP. I groaned as Diego slapped my ass, the sting making my cock bounce.
He sensually rubbed the spot after he slapped it. Slap. Caress. Slap.
Caress. He kept mixing the pleasure and pain until I couldn't tell them
apart anymore. His fingers moved to my hole. I groaned around Moses' cock
while Diego pressed and rubbed, teasing my hole, pushing to see how
receptive I was to getting fucked.


Diego laughed derisively, and I flinched when I felt him spit on my hole. I
felt his cock press against me. He slowly increased the pressure, but it
didn't take much before my ass caved and his cock slid inside me.
*Fuuuuuuuck.*


"Yeah, man, get him going. We'll let him finish his drink when we've both
got our dicks in that cute little butt of his." Moses, my own brother, was
saying this. I still couldn't believe it, but I didn't really care. This
felt good. I didn't want it to stop. I lost track of time, pinned between
them, my own cock leaking like crazy as they spit roasted me.


Without any warning, Moses pulled out of my mouth, leaving me panting.
Diego pulled me against him and sat on the edge of the couch, leaning back.
He held my arms restrained, and then I felt Moses lifting my legs. Diego
started fucking me again, using his legs to rock his hips back and forth,
in and out. Moses moved forward, putting my legs on his shoulders and
moving in to press his cock against my already stuffed hole.


"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I cried out. My brother started to slide inside
me, his dick lewdly squishing alongside his best friend's. My hole was
stretched to the limit, the feeling so intense that it was driving me
crazy, making me moan like a whore. An eager whore.


"Shit, man," Diego said. "Not only is he taking two dicks in his ass at
once, it's also incest."


Moses' hips pressed against my ass, and then he was shaking a bottle in
front of my face. "Here you go, man, you look thirsty." He unscrewed it. My
hands were still restrained by Diego. "Ready to be all the way stoopid and
horny?" I answered with an eager grunt, and he pressed the bottle to my
mouth. I chugged the last of it, the last of my brain draining away. They
laughed and kept stuffing my ass.


The bottle fell to the floor, empty and forgotten, and I stared down past
my own swollen, purple erection to watch my big brother and his best friend
double stuff my butt. I was making incoherent sounds.


My cock went rigid and a gush of cum shot out to splash across my own face.
The second spurt blinded me. I was holding my mouth open for the third.
More spurts showered across my body as my ass quivered around the two dicks
holding it spread wide open.


"Oh, I'm gonna cream your ass, bro." Moses said.


"I'm cumming, too," followed Diego. I felt their cocks swell just a little
more, stretching my ass just enough to trigger another orgasm. They were
both as deep as they could get when they started pumping my ass full of
cum, and I kept cumming with them. Finally, Moses pulled out, and my hole
snapped tight around Diego's cock. I came all over again, pinned and
writhing against Diego's chest.


I still couldn't open my eyes. I didn't fight. I just lay there, still
impaled by Diego's dick. I was enjoying the throbbing feeling coming from
my recently stuffed ass, and was surprised when I realized that I was
missing the feeling of having them both inside me. I wanted my brother to
put it back in.


"Well, I'd mark that a complete success. Let's call some of the guys and
keep this going..."


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I would like to take a moment here to give a shout-out to all of the
authors on gayspiralstories.com who have been releasing excellent
dumbing-down stories. It's not a theme I've gotten into, in the past, but
some of the new stories have been so good that it inspired me to write this
one.


I would also like to give a shout-out to Vive for his dumbing down series
of audio files. You can find those and a lot more on his website:
http://www.vivehypnosis.de/