Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2014 04:34:17 -0400
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Voice: Chapter 1 "Brotherly Love"

The Voice
By Pony Boy 1984

Disclaimer: All acts depicted in the following story are strictly
fictional, and involve boys occasionally under a form of telepathic
influence, though the acts depicted are largely consensual in nature. The
following story was commissioned by a friend of mine, and I've been allowed
to share it with the public. If you're interested in commissioning a story,
feel free to contact me for details: ponyboy1984@hotmail.com.

Chapter One: Brotherly Love

I've always chuckled when I've heard conservatives talk about gay men
recruiting boys, if they only knew the truth. See, I was born with a gift
that I call 'The Voice'. Everyone has heard the voice during the course of
their existence. It's sometimes depicted as the little angle and devil
sitting on either shoulder, prompting you to some course of action or dark
temptation. However, a few of us are able to project this voice into the
consciousness of others. We can't usually completely subvert the freewill
of those we project our voice into, rather we magnify those stray,
uncollected thoughts and desires and bring them into the light of conscious
expression. And there is no other magnificent creature with more
uncollected thoughts and desires than that of a young boy.

I require only the briefest physical contact to inject my voice into the
target, and being a 6th grade history teacher gives me infinite opportunity
to explore the minds of boys and introduce them to the world of physical
delights and perversion. I had my eyes on eleven-year-old Thomas since the
first time he walked into my class. Thomas has dirty blond hair that comes
down to his eyes, pale blue eyes and a slender frame. He learned back in
his chair, spreading his legs slightly with his arms behind his head. He
was wearing a red short-sleeved jersey, showing off his golden tan with
just a hint of his underwear protruding above his faded blue jeans.

When he caught me looking, he smiled shyly and made an effort to straighten
his posture. As beautiful a specimen of boyhood Thomas is, his younger
brother nine year old Dillon rivals his brother's looks. Dillon is a
classic platinum blond with eyes that sparkle like little emeralds. You can
tell that Dillon is quite a bit shyer than that of his brother, his skin is
much lighter in tone, obviously implying that he eschews going shirtless as
his brother. Dillon keeps his arms wrapped around his body and keeps his
eyes downcast at his bare desk. I decided I was going to change all for
him, by attempting to implant my voice into both boys simultaneously. I
knew the two brothers were very close. Dillon clearly worshiped the ground
that Thomas walked on. To his credit, Thomas played the role of dutiful
older brother better than most. I would reach out to Dillon, by going
through Thomas first. I was certain that the emotional closeness and trust
between the two would enable me to influence the both of them together.

When my class finished, as the children were filing into the hallway, I
reached out and made contact with Thomas's bare arm. Thomas looked up at
me, a slight smile crossing his lips upon feeling the contact. This would
be even easier than I thought, as my voice crept into the boy's
subconscious. I knew instantly that he relished the physical contact. This
was going to be easier than I thought. "You did a good job today Thomas,
keep up the good work." I said softly.

Thomas eyes lit up and his face flushed slightly, "Thank you Mr. Alexson."
He replied softly. I withdrew my fingers from his soft, warm flesh and let
him head out into the throng of students. The voice isn't quite like
telepathy; I can't completely read his mind. It's more like reading his
subconscious and hearing his own internal voice. Thomas was too focused on
finding his next class, his mind filled with typical adolescent concerns
that the school day brings. We'd have a talk when he got home, when his
thoughts invariable would turn to seeking pleasure.

Fortunately, I do not require physical proximity in order to speak to
Thomas's subconscious. I just enter a meditative state, focusing on my
target until I begin to hear his adolescent whispers and secret thoughts
that bubble to the surface during a moment of silence and introspection on
his part. When I first established contact, he was standing near his
bed. Most of the lights were off in the room, though I could see Dillon in
his small bed on the other side of the room. Thomas had pulled out his
pajamas from the adjoining dresser as he pulled the jersey over his head.

This was going to have to change, I whispered to Thomas how much more fun
it would be sleep naked. As he pulled his jeans around his ankles, he
paused and looked down at the pajamas in confusion. "Why do I wear these
anyways?" He thought to himself. I suggested that he walk over to the
full-length mirror on the other side of the room. He stood in front of it
and slowly pulled down his black underpants, revealing his hairless
cock. After I marveled at his body silently, I encouraged him to run his
hands all over his smooth flesh, causing his cock to begin to inflate. I
noticed that Thomas had a few wispy traces of nearly white hair here and
there.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" I whispered to him, and he just nodded his
head with a dopey grin. I told him to turn around to examine his white
buttocks. I decided he needed to tan this part of his body too, but we'll
cross that bridge later. He slid a finger between his butt cheeks without
any prompting from me, so this was a good sign. I told him to spread those
ass cheeks apart so I could get a good look at his rosebud, then guided his
finger to its entrance and told him to probe its entrance. He noted its
heat and tightness, as a slight moan escaped his lips. I projected my image
behind him, replacing his finger with my cock. He gasped for a moment in
surprise at this foreign thought, but quickly he grinned and pushed his
finger inside, as his cock grew rigid.

Thomas realized his brother Dillon has been watching him with fascination,
and his first instinct was to grab his underwear to pull it up. "Stop! Let
him get a good look." I told him. Dillon looked up and down his brother's
nude body and pulled down his covers, letting us see his Spiderman
pajamas. There was a slight tenting in his pajama bottoms, indicating that
Thomas's show had a positive effect though he didn't seem to recognize it
just yet.

"What are you doing?" Dillon asked softly, looking both confused and
fascinated.

Thomas struggled for answers, so I whispered them into his ear. "I decided
to sleep naked tonight, so I can play with my body." I suggested.

"Can I watch?" Dillon asked with genuine curiosity.

Thomas blushed but nodded his head without any prompting on my part. He
walked over to Dillon's bed to give him a good look as continued to feel
every inch of his body, running his fingers up and down the head of his
shaft, and then turning around so Dillon can watch his forefinger disappear
into his tight ass.

After a few minutes of intense watching, Dillon finally asked, "Can I do it
too?" He asked sweetly.

Thomas froze again, so I spoke for him. "Sure bro, stand up. Let's take off
those pajamas." I ordered on Thomas's behalf. I could feel Thomas's sexual
excitement rise at the prospect, as he took hold of his brother's pajama
top and lifted it over the boy's head, messing up his hair. He helped
Dillon pull down his bottoms and step out of them. Thomas and I both smiled
when we noticed his perfectly hairless two inch cock was already getting
hard. "Now stand straight up and spread your legs apart like this." Thomas
suggested with my encouragement, prompting Dillon to obediently model is
his hairless, milky white body for this brother. "You look great bro."
Thomas said without any prompting. "Now feel your body with your
fingertips, just a gentle touch all over." I injected on Thomas's behalf. I
had Thomas demonstrate for Dillon, who eagerly mimicked his brother's
actions eagerly on his own body.

I suggested to Thomas that he drop to his knees and help his brother. I
relished the warm, silky feel of Dillon's young body on Thomas's hands and
I could knew that Thomas agreed. I guided Thomas's left hand across
Dillon's chest and stopped to pinch his left nipple slightly, while his
right hand cupped his small balls and jerked his now hard cock gently. This
action elicited a high pitched lustful moan from Dillon's pink lips.

Thomas's eyes fixated on Dillon's small erect cock, so I encouraged him to
take his brother's cock into his mouth. He hesitated at first, but I
whispered how good it would make Dillon feel, and that his brother would do
anything for him after. Thomas took the younger boy's cut cock into his
mouth and swirled his tongue around the head. Dillon gasped and moaned in
surprise, instinctively thrusting his hips toward his brother to get more
inside.

In this quiet moment of bliss, I was able to project my voice into Dillon
as well. I would lay there dormant as he enjoyed the hot, wet interior his
Thomas's mouth. I then prompted Thomas to let Dillon's glistening cock to
slip from his mouth and turn the boy around.

I massaged the two perfectly formed smooth globes that constituted Dillon's
perfect bubble butt. Thomas spread his cheeks apart and took a good look at
his boy pussy. He instinctively placed his finger against it and teased
Dillon's hole. "You want to fuck that hole don't you?" I whispered into
Thomas's ear. He nodded eagerly without realizing it, teasing his brother's
sphincter. I pushed him to press his face against his warm flesh, and push
his tongue into that hole. He resisted at first, but I promised Thomas that
he would end up owning his brother's body, so long that he always saw to
Dillon's pleasure too. Thomas understood and reluctantly pressed his pink
tongue into Dillon's boy pussy, prompting another high-pitched squeal of
pleasure. After a little resistance, Thomas found delight in eating out his
younger brother and began flicking his tongue in and out, before turning
him back around to suck on his balls without any coaching from me.

As the room filled with the sounds of Thomas slurping and Dillon moaning
softly, I began whispering to Dillon's enthralled mind. "You want to make
Thomas feel real good too, don't you?" I whispered into his
subconscious. He nodded his head eagerly, in part to encourage his
brother's sucking and in agreement with my query.

Dillon looked up into his brother's eyes and asked, "Can I take a turn on
you?" He asked hesitantly.

Thomas grinned broadly, as he stood to his feet and spread his legs
apart. "Go ahead bro, take a turn." He responded encouragingly.  Dillon
began by mimicking his brother's previous actions, gently feeling every
square inch of his brother's body. His small fingers explored carefully
between Thomas's legs, giving careful attention to his cock, and rubbed the
tiny droplet of clear precum that had formed at the boy's piss slit and
smeared it around his purple head. Thomas moaned in delight, as those
fingers rubbed his calves, thighs and even rubbed his nipples. I pushed
Thomas to praise Dillon's gentle, sensual motions as he sought to give his
brother pleasure.

Dillon positioned himself behind Thomas, and his fingers probing Thomas's
hole. "You know what to do, stick your tongue inside." I whispered to the
young boy's subconscious. He sank to his knees, spread his cheeks why
apart, and pushed his tongue outward toward the hole. I assured Dillon how
good it would make his brother feel, and with that thought he lewdly pushed
his small pink tongue in as deep it would go, prompting an affirming groan
of lust from Thomas. Dillon got up and knelt in front of his brother, the
older boy's cock was level with Dillon's eyes. He gently pets his brother's
cock before I encouraged him to take it into his mouth. He began by licking
Thomas's piss slit, tasting the glistening precum. I could tell the taste
appealed to Dillon, and he went for seconds almost immediately. After
licking up and down the eleven year olds smooth shaft, he finally allowed
Thomas's three inches to disappear between his pink lips.

Thomas gasped with such intense pleasure that for an instant I feared
losing my connection in his adolescent bliss. He instinctively ran his
fingers through Dillon's platinum hair and began pushing against the back
of the younger boy's head, feeding him his cock. "Make him swallow it." I
instructed Thomas, while soothing and encouraging Dillon to breathe through
his nose and not be afraid to gag a little, because it would give his
brother even more pleasure. Dillon pressed his nose against Thomas's crotch
and swirled his tongue around.

"Will he put baby juice into my mouth?" Dillon wondered to himself, drawing
upon his limited knowledge of sexual education.

"He might if you do a good job you little stud." I whispered to his
self-conscious.

"What if he pees in my mouth?" Dillon contemplated in concern.

"So what if he does. You want him to feel good don't you? You'd do anything
for him wouldn't you?" I asked him gently. Dillon swelled with love for
Thomas and he began bobbing his head back and forth, moaning in the
excitement of giving his brother pleasure.

"Besides, there is some place else Thomas wants to put his baby juice." I
told Dillon. Without explaining further, Dillon's small left hand reached
for his own backside and began fingering his hole. I was pleased that the
boy wouldn't need a road-map to figure out what was going to happen
next. Thomas looked down, his eyes widening as he saw Dillon finger his own
boy pussy.

I crawled back into Thomas's head and together we said, "I want to stick it
in you bro." Thomas was shocked the words he was thinking escaped his
lips. For a moment, his eyes locked on to Dillon's and he feared Dillon
would tell on him. Instead, Dillon stood up, walked over to his own bed and
placed his left foot up on the bed. He reached back and pulled his ass
cheeks apart, showing off his boy pussy to his brother.

"Oh yeah!" Thomas whispered, though his brother heard him and responded
with a smile.

I coached Thomas to slather Dillon's tight hole with a combination of his
tongue and finger to loosen up his brother. He then stood up and placed his
right hand on Dillon's smooth chest and his right hand on his creamy
slender thigh. I told Dillon to keep his cheeks spread until his brother
was inside him, and soon the older boy's slippery cock was poking against
Dillon's sphincter. I assured Dillon how good it would feel, even if it
hurt some at first. Dillon winced and grunted, as Thomas pushed his cock
head into his brother's ass. Soon Thomas buried his cock inside his
brother, and was grinding against him, holding his younger brother's lithe,
withering body tightly against his own. I encouraged him to nip and kiss
the back of Dillon's neck and whisper, "I'm going to stick it in you good,"
into the boy's ear.

Just the naughtiness of the words caused Dillon to gasp in excitement. I
told Dillon to look back into his brother's face and slowly lick his
lips. Without me suggesting the words, after he licked his lips he said
"Put your juice inside me!"

These words emboldened Thomas, who needed no further encouragement to begin
sliding his skinny cock in and out of Dillon's quivering, velvety
interior. The two boys grunted and moaned in unison, as I guided them to
improve their rhythm, teaching Dillon to push his ass outward and squeeze
just as Thomas pushed inside. The boys worked themselves into a sweat, and
I could feel the orgasm building inside Thomas. I encouraged Dillon to jerk
his little cock, and this prompted more of those sweet, high-pitched moans
to escape his lips. In his pleasure, I was able to take greater control of
Dillon and help him articulate those stray lust riddled thoughts to his
brother.

"I want to be your special toy, I love you so much." Dillon panted, adding
the last little bit on his own. The words only encouraged Thomas to fuck
his nine-year-old brother harder, until the sound of slapping flesh echoed
in the room. I became concerned that their parents might hear, but I had to
let the boys climax.

"That's right Dillon, your body is mine now. I'm going to fill you with my
cum." Thomas promised.

Dillon turned around and replied, "Oh yes cum in me! And put all your juice
in my mouth too. I promise I'll drink it all." He said, licking his lips
for emphasis.

"Oh yes, I'm going to give you all of it." Thomas said, shocked and excited
by his brother's sudden lustful turn.

"Oh yeah!" Dillon said with delight, needing no further coaching from me
his hand became a blur on his little cock.

Thomas began to arch his back and nearly shouted "I'm going to cum!"

I seized control of Dillon's speech again and pleaded in his prepubescent
voice, "Do it! Cum inside me!" Dillon wasn't sure why he said those words,
but it excited both him and his brother just the same and Thomas happily
obliged. Dillon gasped when he felt Thomas's body shudder, before
ejaculating his thin preteen almost translucent cum deep inside his tight
little hole. This sensation pushed Dillon over the edge, as his very first
dry orgasm rattled his small body and further pleasured his body. Thomas
clutched his brother's body tightly and gently let his shriveling cock to
slip out of hole, before picking him up and carrying him over to his bed
and laying him down.

Thomas climbed on top of him, gently brushing the curly locks of hair from
his face then kissing him passionately on the lips. "I love you so much
bro." He whispered, causing Dillon's eyes to sparkle with happiness.

I let my voice retreat from their minds, so they could share their special
moment in peace. As I retreated for the evening, I detected their thoughts
about Friday night and the attractive teen boy that would be babysitting
them all evening. I encouraged them to fantasize about the older boy, and
determined I'd return to their subconscious Friday night because I felt
both of them would benefit by learning to please someone older, more
confident and tougher. I had little doubt the older boy would further
introduce the boys into the pleasures of perversion, with my diligent
guidance and encouragement of course.