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Well, not only did I goof on the hard wrapping, but I posted the
wrong version of the story everywhere, including my own site! The one
I posted was unfinished, and so the ending didn't make any sense.
Here is the actual story. I added a few pictures on the version on my
site as well. If you've read it already, you can read just the new
ending.

THE BUS EPISODE - REIMAGINED
by Mafisto

[This story is based on and a major variant of 'The Bus Episode'
whose original author ("Unknown") I could not trace. Read this story
with pictures on my new site, MafiStories, at
http://mafistories.com/2014/01/04/the-bus-episode-reimagined/ . See
the original story at
http://www.eroticgayhypnosis.com/ncmc/stories/story00034.html . This
is my first published story in almost 12 years! Fantasy casting:
Chaosmen model Carter as Lance, Chaosmen model Wayde as Scotty. If
you enjoy the sampling of pictures for this story, do visit
http://www.chaosmen.com to see more and express your gratitude.
Comments welcome and appreciated.]

The doctor looked at the bruises all over my face, concern casting a
pall over his handsome visage. "How did this happen to you?" he asked.

"Care to hear a story?" I rejoined.

* * *

I had just had the most amazing experience of my life. Everything had
started that morning. I went to my allergist for some shots to help
me with my sneezing (I'm allergic to dogs big time). My old
medication had lost its effectiveness, so Dr. Michaels gave me a new
drug. Normally, of course, I'm not thrilled to take new drugs, but
after he told me there was nothing in the drug that wasn't in bananas
and milk, I thought "What the hey," and proffered my arm. "Sorry,"
Doc M. chuckled, "this goes in your thigh, in the front." Well, this
was an odd place for a shot, but who am I to argue? I shucked down my
501s and boxers. "Hold your penis to one side please," said the
doctor, and I pulled my soft 5-inch tubesteak to the side. Doc M.
bent down, rubbed my thigh very near my balls with alcohol, letting
me feel his hot breath tingle. I started to get a little hard, then
he jabbed me with the needle, injected the shot, and stood up. "There
shouldn't be any side-effects with this drug," he intoned, "but just
to be safe, no drugs or alcohol for 12 hours." "Sure thing doc," I
replied as I pulled up my jeans, rearranging my heavy balls and dick
in my pants. They made a nice lump in my pants that I was pretty damn
proud of! When I looked down, I could see a nice outline. I flexed my
cum muscles and saw my dick shift in my pants.

I left the doctor's office feeling pretty good, especially about the
no side-effects part, 'cause the stuff I was on before always gave me
stomachaches. Spying the bus I wanted nearing the bus stop at the
corner, I sprinted to make it and clambered on board. As usual, the
bus was almost empty. Except for the fat old crone driving, there was
only one other passenger, a man sitting against a window near the
back of the bus; he looked to be asleep, 'tho I couldn't quite tell
on account of his sunglasses. As I sat across the aisle from him, I
deduced he was a marine, and probably on the way to the beach. His
shiny red hair was cut short, and he had a fuzzy two-day beard and
the nicely muscled body of I would guess a 22-year-old who worked out
a lot. He wore a purple tank top that showed a sprinkle of red hair
over a great hard chest along with olive camo boarding shorts, a
little tight. I thought I could see a nice cock outlined in his
shorts, and wanted to stare a bit more, but I was suddenly sleepy,
("No side-effects my eye!!") and I drifted off into zone land.

Suddenly, I heard someone's voice saying, "That guy'll be pretty
embarrassed when he wakes up with that bulge is in his jeans. Must be
some dream!" My eyes snapped open. I was still on the bus, and the
man across from me was looking at me uncomfortably, his sunglasses
gone. I realized my cock was at full 8" mast, snaking down my pants,
and that the bulge was plainly visible to the marine. Whose voice had
I heard? I shifted in my seat, trying to get my cock to shrink, when
I heard the voice again, "Good he's awake. Let's hope he moves so
nobody can see his dick." A flash of realization hit me. I could hear
the stud's thoughts! Blushing, I glanced over at him, gave him a weak
smile, grunted out a "Hi" and successfully maneuvered my cock away
from my leg and back down the front of my crotch. Discreetly, of
course! "That settles it," came the words again, "now back to sleep."
I watched across the aisle as the redheaded marine put his glasses
back on his head, folded his arms over his chest, and appeared to go
back to sleep. I snuck a peak at the well-packed crotch. The stud's
legs were tight together, so I couldn't see it properly. I wondered
to myself, "Can I give thoughts as well as receive them?"
Concentrating, I thought to myself, "Take off your glasses. You are
getting horny. Close your eyes and stroke your chest." I heard the
voice again, "Why am I horny all of a sudden?" and watched with
anticipation as the stud removed his glasses and then moved his
trembling hand over his purple tank top. He opened his eyes briefly
to peek at me, but I turned away in time so that he didn't see me
stare. His eyes closed again, he moved one hand up under his shirt,
then the other. I saw his hands linger at his nipples and saw him
pinch himself. He spread his legs apart, and I saw a slight bulge
emerging in his board shorts.

"Ignore me, the bus, everyone. Take off your shirt. Rub your
genitals," I thought, concentrating. Without any hesitation, the
marine pulled his tank top from his shorts and off it came, revealing
a untanned rippled abdomen with a hint of red fur, with a ridge of a
black underwear waistband just above the shorts. At the end of
rock-solid pectorals stood two erect nipples. He pinched them,
rolling them around his fingers. I heard him gasping for breath, and
sweat started rolling down his forehead (I was feeling kinda warm
too!!). I watched intently as his hand moved over his shorts to
caress his dick discreetly for a minute, then moved on to grope his
genitals blatantly through the camo material.

I couldn't believe I had the ability to make this straight stud, a
trained marine, do something he would normally never do in public.
How far could this go? In my mind, I could hear his struggle to
regain control, to stop ignoring where he was and who was watching. I
decided to strike again.

"You cannot resist the urge to feel the naked skin of your cock in
your hand," I thought at him, and I felt the new urge I had implanted
wash over his previous resistance. He slipped his hand under his
shorts and underwear's waistbands to play with his cock. "What's
happening to me?" I could hear a weak part of his will enquire. "I
can't do this in public! But it feels so good."

"Lower your shorts!" I next commanded, and I felt him trying to
gather all his willpower to avoid obeying, but his hands acted on
their own, sliding the camo board shorts down around his knees. He
was wearing grey boxer-briefs with black trim, bulging nicely, with
spots of wetness from pre-cum. The driver gave a look in her mirror
and furrowed her brow, but the next moment she was back at looking at
the road. My eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the nearly naked
straight marine beside me, overpowered by lust. My own lust made me
more daring, and I sent him the thought: "Slide down your underwear."

Immediately his hands peeled the briefs' waistband down a couple
inches, exposing the top of his red pubes, but then I heard a mental
scream, a powerful but silent "No!", and he managed to stall obeying
the command.

"Get a hold of yourself, soldier," he said to himself, and I felt my
control of him slipping away. For a moment, I feared I had reached
the limit of my powers. He was using his military training to bolster
his willpower. An idea struck me, and I quickly sent his mind the
thought: "I said boxers down, boy!" His mind shifted gears, reacting
to someone in authority giving him an order. The order overrode his
willpower, his own military training betraying him.

Soon after, he slipped his grey briefs down in a flash, but then he
held his hands over his crotch, completely hiding it. "God oh god," I
heard in his mind, "I'm naked in a bus..."

My cock was rock hard, struggling to bust the buttons of my 501s, and
while I stared at the exposed marine at my side, my own hands trailed
absent-mindedly over my chest, circling my own erect nipples. "You're
completely comfortable being nude," I sent to his mind, "as if you
were in a locker room." After some hesitation, he crossed his arms,
giving me a most scrumptious view of a thick, long (about 6-1/2
inches, I would guess) alabaster white cock, cut, sprouting from a
sparse batch of orange pubes.

"The urge to masturbate overpowers you," I thought, focusing my
thoughts towards the marine stud. "You cannot think of anything but
your horniness." One of his freckled hands started to pump away at
his cock while the other caressed his chest. He blushed with shame as
his cock grew hard in his jerking hand, but he couldn't stop himself.

He was naked, erect and jerking off on a public bus, completely
exposed to me, and he couldn't do anything but satisfy his lust. It
was so hot to have this straight soldier give me such a show. I was
close to cumming in my jeans right there.

Suddenly I felt the bus slowing, and pulling over to the side. I
quickly focused my thoughts on the marine: "Stop masturbating. Make
yourself presentable and close your eyes." I heard the shorts come up
-- peaking out at across the aisle, I noticed there could be no
mistaking the rock-hard cock even under the thick shorts. I watched
with a mixture of dread and anticipation as the bus slowed and
another passenger boarded.

"Jackpot!!" I thought, as a cute young twink, toting rollerblades,
got on the bus.

He was dressed in black lycra bike shorts and a polo shirt thinly
striped in red and grey, loose across his young frame. He had brown
wavy hair and long lashes. Smiling to myself, I looked at the back of
the bus-driver's head, and, concentrating, thought, "Drive somewhere
secluded."

I was rewarded by the bus making a U-turn, much to the consternation
of the kid who had just boarded. I could see a look of puzzlement in
his face as he gave the now stone-faced driver his fare, but
presently he shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the back of
the bus, where I sat.

I then listened for the twink's thoughts, and they came through loud
and clear! "Wonder where this bus is going... not that it matters,
I'm just here to cool off. God it's hot outside, I'll sit in the
back, maybe take a snooze. Not many people, why is that shirtless
redhead sweating so much?"

I proceeded to test my powers on the dude. "Lift your shirt up," I
mentally commanded him. As he approached our row of seats, the young
man grabbed the bottom of his polo with his two fists and raised it
up to his pecs.

His lycra shorts came up to his belly button, so only the middle
third of his chest was exposed. I heard him silently gasp. "Holy shit
the redhead has a hard-on. it's gonna burst through his board shorts
he must be having a wet dream he's asleep. I have to give the guy
some respect and look away. What? That guy in jeans looks like he's
got a hard on, too. What the fuck is going on?"

The youngster let go of his shirt. I nodded to him as he passed me.
We glanced at each other. He took the seat behind me then looked out
the window.

I looked at the marine stud across the aisle, cock pulsing beneath
his board shorts, breath coming in short spurts. Closing my eyes
again, I thought, "Introduce yourself to the rollerblader across the
aisle, and ignore me." Concentrating on the rollerblader, I thought,
"Ignore me."

I now watched as the marine stood up, chest bare and erect cock plain
beneath his camo board shorts. The rollerblader almost popped his
eyes. I also stood up, moving where I could better see the action.

I could hear the rollerblader's thoughts: "Holy shit, the shirtless
dude got up. How can he not know his cock is tenting his fuckin'
shorts? God this is making me uncomfortable! Ohmygod he's gonna sit
down next to me!" Sure enough, the marine took the seat next to the
rollerblader.

"Howzit goin'?" asked the marine. "My name's Lance. I'm a marine, but
I'm on leave and I decided to check out the beaches over here. Can
you tell me which beach has the hottest women?"

"Uh--m, uh, sure. And, um, well, ah, my name is, um Scotty" stammered
the rollerblader, extending his hand for a shake. I felt the relief
in his mind when Lance mentioned women. "I would avoid Long Beach,"
the youngster said. "It's full of tourists. Brighton Beach is close
to the college, so there's a lot of fine student chicks there."

It was time for some action. "Scotty," I thought at the rollerblader,
"you want to go to Brighton Beach with Lance. But you don't have any
sunscreen. You'd like for you and Lance to apply sunscreen to each
other's chest and back." There was a moment of awkward silence, as
Scotty gathered his courage.

When Lance made as if to go back to his seat, Scotty asked: "Hey, I
could go to Brighton Beach with you. I've nothing to do for the next
three hours. Would that be cool?" Lance was surprised, and sat back
next to Scotty, considering the young man's offer. "I guess he'd be
nice to have company," he said. "But the minute women are around, you
have to split. Deal?" "Deal," said Scotty, smiling. "Hey, do you have
sunscreen? We should put some on, the sun's burning."

Lance retrieved his backpack from his old seat, extracting a small
bottle of sunscreen. "I have enough for us both," Lance said. "Did
you want to wait till the beach or put some on right now?" Scotty
hesitated. A little push from me made him answer: "I guess right now.
I don't know what weird way this bus is taking to the beach, but it's
close anyway."

Lance squeeze some lotion in his hand and then gave the bottle to
Scotty, who was taking off his polo. The rollerblader was thin but
toned, although without clearly delineated muscles. His two tiny
nipples and outie belly button seemed lost on his smooth torso, a
sparse treasure trail the only sign of hair.

"Touching your bare skin arouses you," I suggested to my two targets
as they started to rub lotion on their naked chests. I heard the
occasional sigh, then they both started to breathe deeper. Their
hands moved considerably slower over their bare skin; sometimes their
eyes closed briefly, sometimes they let escape a moan.

Lance's erection went back to full-mast, and Scotty's lycra-covered
crotch was expanding. "What am I doing?" the youngster thought. "God
I am horny! Shit, I'm getting a boner, no way to hide this in those
shorts." When they were finished with their fronts, there was a
pause, during which Scotty contorted his body to try to hide the
bulge in his cycling shorts.

"I guess we could do each other's backs..." he said unconvincingly.
Lance frowned, but then he shrugged. "I guess." He turned his back to
Scotty, who thought: "Good, this way he can't see my hard-on and I
can try to get rid of it." He squeezed some lotion in his hands, and
started to rub it on Lance's back.

I was totally out of their thoughts, as I had suggested to them. They
acted as if I didn't exist even though I was standing right in front
of them, staring at their shirtless bodies. "Scotty's touch on your
skin pleasures you sexually," I suggested to Lance. "His hands
radiate a warmth that extends to your cock, making it quiver." Lance
squirmed in his seat, and started to sweat again. He started to
squeeze and unsqueeze his thighs together, stimulating his genitals.
"Your turn," said Scotty, throwing the bottle on Lance's thighs and
turning his back to the marine.

I sent Scotty the same suggestion I had given Lance. I watched the
shirtless marine compose himself. He squeezed some lotion directly on
Scotty's back and started to spread it over. The moment his hands
touched Scotty, the rollerblader started to tremble. As the marine
massaged lotion on his back, the youngster's breathing was coming in
shorter and shorter gasps. I could hear him thinking,
"Ohmanohmanohmanohman... GOD! this feels great. Shit my cock is
getting hard again, what is Lance gonna say?" By the time Lance was
finished, a thick bulge in his lycra shorts ran across one of his
legs. They each did their own legs, and with the earlier suggestion,
it kept them both aroused. They had turned at an angle from each
other, each trying to hide his horniness to the other.

The situation was stretching those two straight men's perception of
reality, yet still it made sense to them: they were two men who got
acquainted on a bus, decided to go together to the beach, and put on
sunscreen. The bus was taking a strange route, and they were getting
aroused by things that usually didn't arouse them, but all that was
within the realm of the possible, if improbable. Even Lance's earlier
exposure and masturbation could be explained by an uncontrollable
urge, brought on by the lack of sex while on duty. If this were to go
any further, though, they would have to behave in ways that were not
only improbable, but also impossible to them given their personality.
I had no idea if my powers would be able to make them cross that
threshold, but I was so turned on by the whole spectacle that I could
not resist pushing for more. I figured that trying to make them act
completely contrary to their personality would be extremely
difficult, so I thought that altering how they perceived reality,
while maintaining their personality, would be easier. Besides, I
enjoyed the whole clueless aspect of their actions.

As they finished applying lotion to their legs and feet, I mentally
planted the following ideas in their minds: "Brighton Beach is a nude
beach. Even if normally you would never consider being nude at a
beach, you cannot stop thinking of all the young nude female students
parading on that beach. The only way to feast your eyes on them is to
be nude too. Nobody there will be shocked by your nudity, since
they'll all be nude too. So you must put on sunscreen to the rest of
your bodies, because you don't want to get a sunburn in your private
parts. You want to do that right away. Even if you're on a bus, it's
empty and the driver never looks at what's going on inside. Even if
you're strangers, showing yourselves naked to each other doesn't
bother you because you're both straight and you'll both have to be
nude on the beach anyway."

It was a lot to force into those two minds, and I proceeded slowly,
repeating each idea until I heard their thoughts had assimilated it.
They stayed motionless during the whole process, their eyes vacant,
all their attention focused on those new thoughts. When I was done,
they took some time to re-awaken, and I could sense that although the
new thoughts had become part of their reality, they were nervous in
anticipation of what they now felt they had to do.

"I just remembered that Brighton Beach is a nude beach," said Lance,
fidgeting. "Is that true?" Scotty tried not to look Lance in the eyes
while he answered: "Yeah... It is... I just thought about that. I
really don't like the idea of showing my junk in public, I'm so not
an exhibitionist, but I can't stop thinking of all these college
girls walking around nude. Today is such a nice day, I'm sure the
beach is gonna be full of them. It that's the price to pay, I
guess..."

Lance's eyes brightened: "Hey, even if I'm in the army, I don't
expose myself more than necessary, you know. Going to a nude beach is
something I'd never thought I'd do, but I've been bunked up with guys
only for such a while, I really need to see lots of naked college
girls." They laughed, trying to hide how uncomfortable they were.
After a slight pause, Lance said: "We'll have to put sunblock on
our... private parts too, I guess. If we're going to help each other
out doing that, I think I prefer we take care of it right now, in an
empty bus with a driver who minds her own business, and not on the
beach. If the girls see us touch each other, they might get the wrong
idea."

Scotty did not respond right away. I could sense that he really was
shy about his body, and that it was a real struggle for him. "You
feel a strong connection with Lance," I insinuated into his mind. "As
if you had been best friends all your life. His presence comforts
you, calms you, and it gives you the nerves to do things you'd never
do."

Scotty took a deep breath, then stood up. "All right," he said,
"let's do this. I'll do you first, if you don't mind. You're a
soldier, you're supposed to be the brave one." Lance stood up and
turned his back to the rollerblader. "Let's get this over with then."

Lance detached his cargo board shorts and lowered them to his knees,
then snatched his grey boxerbriefs by the waistband, paused a moment,
and exposed his butt. He pushed his underwear down to his knees too,
then stood straight. I took in the sight of his bare backside. His
butt had nice dimples on each side, the muscles there made firmer
through physical training, I imagined. There was some ginger peach
fuzz near his crack and over the bottom crease, but aside from that
his backside was completely smooth.

As Scotty squatted behind the marine, squirting some lotion in his
hands, I suggested to him: "You find Lance's body beautiful, the type
of body you wish you'd have yourself. Your admiration for it somehow
makes you desire it sexually, and touching it makes you horny."
Scott's hands started to tremble as he rubbed them all over the back
of Lance's thighs, then up his sides, then onto the cheeks proper.

Lance grunted and moaned, affected by earlier suggestions. Scott
sighed, then moved his thumbs inside Lance's butt crack, massaging
every millimeter of nether skin, spreading the cheeks wide and
exposing Lance's anus. By the time he stopped, both men were
trembling and sweating, and their thoughts were only sensual,
wordless ones. After a moment, Lance turned around, his hands trying
to hide a too obvious erection, and said: "OK, I'll do you now."
Scotty kept staring at Lance's crotch, which was an inch from his
face.

"The dude got hard from this... I did too... He has such a nice,
muscular body... I never thought of another man's body that way, but
I so wish mine was like this." The rollerblader stood up and turned
his back to Lance. "I guess it's just normal instinctive reactions,"
I heard him think. "Throwing boners like that just by touching each
other, even though we're two dudes. The only thing to do is not to
talk about it."

Lance squatted behind the young man. "You feel a strong connection
with Scotty," I insinuated in turn into his mind. "As if he was your
younger brother. You want to impress him with your courage, calm him
by hiding your fear when doing things you'd never do. You find
Scotty's body beautiful, because your own body overpowers his. You
desire to protect it, take control of it, a desire growing more and
more sexual, the sight and the touch of Scotty's skin making you
horny." Lance became impatient. "Drop those shorts, we don't have all
day," he said. Scotty obliged by lowering his lycra shorts to just
underneath his butt. He didn't wear any underwear, so his tight young
ass was completely exposed to Lance. At that sight, Lance grew
visibly excited, and losing control for a moment, he grabbed Scott's
shorts and pulled them strongly down the youngster's legs to his
ankles. Scotty didn't seem to mind, he was trembling all over and
swallowing a lot. I saw sweat dripping off his chin, and his nipples
were erect. He stood up straight and spread his legs more, his hands
over his crotch and his back arched. He had a blue and red tattoo
over his left shoulder blade. His butt was snug and compact, with
fuzz close to the crack and down his inner thighs. His tan lines
surrounded the exact region where his biking shorts had been, the
whole region a pinkish white, never having seen the sun.

I saw Lance's eyes brighten as he stared at the rollerblader's lower
backside. He clumsily squirted lotion in his palms and then his hands
were all over the pale skin, massaging it in Scotty's two milky white
bun cheeks and the legs area below. He then put some lotion on the
tip of his fingers, and inserted them inside Scotty's crack, sliding
up and down each side. At this point, the youngster had his eyes
almost closed, and was mumbling "Mmmmm".

I could hear his thoughts: "God, his touch on my ass feels so good. I
am so hard now" -- I moved so I could see what seemed like an
impressively sized cock he was failing to hide with his hands. I
heard him think: "God, rub my ass, oh yeah, stroke it."

When Lance finally stopped rubbing Scotty's butt and legs, both men
were panting and shining with sweat. "What's happening to me," I
heard in Lance's mind. "I'm butt naked with a butt naked dude, and I
get turned on by rubbing lotion on his ass! From the looks of it, he
gets turned on too. I can't believe the driver's not noticing any of
this. We're lucky no one else is getting on the bus." Scotty turned
around.

His hands, covering as much of his erection as he could, brushed
against Lance's face. The rollerblader said: "Since you still have
lotion on your hands and you have the bottle, would you mind doing my
front?" As I probed the youngster's mind, I realized that he was
slightly addicted to the way Lance's hands made him feel, enough to
ask a perfect stranger, to whom he would not normally be attracted,
to touch the most private parts of his body.

It was a miracle I was able to keep myself from cumming right then
and there. I stripped from my clothes, leaned back against a seat,
and jerked myself off openly, careful not to get too near the edge.
The two performers in my fantasy entertainment were completely
unaware of their audience of one, even though they were less than a
yard away from him.

I had missed part of the action though, but it seemed that Lance had
agreed to rub Scotty's front because there he was, massaging the
youngster's upper thigh, his thumbs very close to the throbbing erect
cock beneath Scotty's hands. I scanned their minds and Scotty's was
awash in the sensual pleasure I had made him feel at Lance's touch,
and Lance's was filled with the sexual enjoyment at seeing and
touching Scotty's naked body.

Despite all this, they had no doubt they were still both straight,
and even if they found it a bit weird, they accepted that it was
possible for two straight men to meet on a bus, decide to go to a
nude beach, stripping naked to rub sunblock lotion all over each
other before arriving at the beach, and being turned on by the whole
process.

Still, despite all my suggestions to date, each young man was
reluctant to let the other see his erection, subconsciously ashamed
of their arousal, the way they would feel if sprouting a boner in the
locker room showers. So Lance stopped short of touching Scotty's
genitalia, and although he let the rollerblader do his front, which
he could have done himself, he too covered his hard-on with his hands
the whole time.

When Scotty finished lotioning all of Lance's front except for his
dick and balls, he stood up. The two men naturally moved back to
back. They were panting once more, still sweaty, and so aroused their
hands were caressing every part of their own bodies. Soon, they were
jerking off, neither one seeing the other, each in his own private
space. Each was aware of what the other was doing, and of the fact
that the other knew about what he himself was doing, and both were
deeply embarrassed about it, yet unable to control their lust.

After a minute or two, however, their arousal waned. Lance started
pulling his boxerbriefs back on. Once again, we were on a threshold.
Although what these two straight young men had done, they never would
have done had I not rearranged their perceptions slightly, in their
minds they had done nothing overly sexual with each other. They
believed their arousal was incidental, some instinctive reaction
unrelated to their true sexual identity. But after all this foreplay,
I was ready for some real action. But how to justify it to their
minds so their natural defenses wouldn't get in the way? I had a
sudden idea.

Scotty had slid his biker shorts back on, and Lance his boxerbriefs,
the marine now pulling up his board shorts. "You don't want to get
dressed right now," I pushed into their minds. Lance let his shorts
fall back down, and Scotty let his shirt drop back to the floor. "You
both want to go to the nude beach more than ever, the thought of
these college girls walking in the sand completely naked drives you
insane. But with the way you each got hot and bothered just by
touching another naked man, something that would normally repulse you
sexually, you are now terrified that in the presence of normal
straight sexual stimulation, like naked women, you won't be able to
control your urges. At best, you'll walk around with boners oozing
pre-cum, the women mocking you; you might even start to jerk off
despite yourselves, unable to control your urges; at worst, you can
attack and even rape a woman, and the guilt would ruin the rest of
your life."

I made sure that going to the nude beach felt so compelling, and the
fear of losing sexual control so terrifying, that these nice young
men would be completely torn between the two scenarios. I was then
ready for the master move: "The only way you can keep your cool on
the nude beach is to get all the sex out of your system before
getting there. To do that, you must help each other out. Instead of
repressing those weird sexual feelings you had for each other, you
must take advantage of them, really let them loose. Doing that will
rid you of your excess sexual urges, and you'll be cool as cucumbers
when you get to the beach. Because you both know that the ultimate
goal is to get laid with some gorgeous college girls, you won't feel
any embarrassment behaving in a sexual way with each other. You'll
feel comfortable enough to really let yourselves loose."

It was a hard sell, and I met a lot of resistance from each of them.
This was a shy young student and a disciplined marine, each of them
completely straight to the core, who had to believe that having sex
together was absolutely necessary. Eventually, I was able to sneak
past their strongest inhibitions, I guess because I was getting
better at controlling those powers and they had no clue their minds
were invaded. I was exhausted and sat sideways on a seat, watching as
the half-naked men I had enslaved became conscious again, their eyes
no longer glazed, their minds abuzz with all those new thoughts I had
filled them with.

They both sat and stayed silent for a little while. Then Lance said:
"I have a confession to make. While we were putting on lotion on each
other, I got kind of... kind of turned on by the whole thing... even
though I'm totally straight... I think it's because I haven't have
sex in six months and I've only been around guys during that time..."
Scotty sighed, looking relieved. "It happened to me too! I mean the
getting turned on... And I'm completely straight for sure... I'm not
a virgin, but I have trouble meeting girls, I'm too nervous around
them... Not a lot of sex for me either, and I guess that's why... I
mean why I got a bit excited when we... touched each other." Lance
furrowed his brow. "There's no way I'm able to go to that nude beach
like this. I'll make a complete fool of myself the moment I see boob
skin." "Same thing here," said Scotty, "but I have a crazy idea: why
not get it out of our system before we get there?"

Lance looked at him with sudden interest. "You mean," he said, "let
ourselves loose on each other, right here and now? I was thinking the
same thing." Then it happened: I felt that their minds let go of all
their guilt and shame and inhibitions all at once, and all the
tension in their faces and bodies vanished. I reinforced all my
previous suggestions about how comfortable they felt together, how
sensitive they were to each other's touch, and how they were turned
on by each other's body.

Lance started to clumsily stroke Scotty's bare chest with one hand.
Scotty slid closer to him, put his arm around the back of Lance's
neck, and started to play around with Lance's nipples with the
fingers of his free hand. "I can't believe what I'm doing, but it
sure feels good," whispered Lance, more confident in his caressing
the rollerblader's pecs and abs. He moved his hand down from Scotty's
belly button and over the bulge in Scotty's shorts. "It's a shame
it's covered up by the lycra again," he said. "I have to say again at
this point that I'm 100% heterosexual. But heck, we said we had to
let loose" and with this Lance gripped Scott's shorts with both hands
and slid them completely off.

He took off the rollerblader's sandals leaving Scotty completely
naked, his semi-hard cock lying on one thigh. "Oh God," Scotty was
thinking, "I'm stark naked on a bus and the only thing on my mind is
that I want this dude to put his hands back on me. I really need to
get this all out of my system." He stopped Lance as the marine was
getting back to his seat. "Wait," he said. "It doesn't seem fair I'm
buck naked and you're not, does it?" Lance did not answer, but he
kept still while the rollerblader pulled down his boxerbriefs,
exposing completely for the first time his rock hard dick. It
startled Scotty for a moment, and he could not get his eyes off the
marine's huge cock poking almost straight up from his ginger pubes.

Lance took over, sitting down and getting rid of his sneakers,
half-socks, board shorts and boxerbriefs in succession. The marine
and the rollerblader were now both completely exposed to me and to
each other, sitting one beside the other. For a moment, they just
laid there, stretched over their seats, Lance propped on his elbows,
Scotty's hands under his head. The student was staring straight at
Lance's cock which, steel-rigid, pointed straight up, and Scotty's
own dick started to float up from his thigh and gradually became
thicker, longer and stiffer until he was fully hard, his cock going
up but curving slightly towards his chest. I took a moment to let
sink in that it was because of me that these two straight guys were
completely nude and hard before me, unaware that the only reason that
were going through these humiliating situations was that I, a perfect
stranger, was getting off on it.

Lance looked for the bottle of sunblock and squirted some lotion on
his hands. "There's still one zone to protect, unless you want your
dick to burn," he said, kneeling at the rollerblader's feet. "I sure
as hell wouldn't want that," said Scotty. He gasped as soon as
Lance's hand wrapped around his hard-on. "That lotion feels great...
Nice and cool..."

He closed his eyes as the marine stroked his pole all the way up,
then all the way down, making sure it was all covered in sunblock,
then continued with long, slow strokes as the student started to moan
softly. Drops of pre-cum came out and rolled down the penis' head,
until Lance's hand caught them and mixed them up with the lotion.
"Don't forget my balls," said Scotty drowsily, and Lance squirted
some lotion in his palm and wrapped his hand around the student's
ball sack, fondling it through his fingers, while Scotty fidgeted and
repeatedly gasped.

"My turn, I guess," suddenly said Scotty, his eyes now wide open.
They exchanged position, and he covered the marine's balls and hard
cock with lotion, then started to jerk him off, three times faster
than his own cock had been stroked. Lance seemed to melt inside his
hand, trembling, squirming and twisting, letting out loud moans.

"That's it, boy," he said, "stroke my huge hard cock, yeah, feels so
good..." Not so long later, he whispered: "Stop, dude, or I'll cum
now." The rollerblader let go of Lance's dick, rubbed his thighs a
few times, and sat back next to the marine. "That was close," Lance
said. "Why don't you kneel on the bus seat and point your feet
towards the aisle? I think that'll make things easiest," suggested
Lance, as Scotty willingly complied.

The rollerblader was now on all fours, his white ass and upper legs
facing Lance, his butt up and cracked open, his balls loosely sagging
between his thighs. He twisted his face and body towards the marine,
his hard dick pointing directly at me.

"This feels great, dude," he said with a smile, as he pulled Lance up
to his lips for a kiss that left the two weak in the knees and
shaking. As they kissed, I saw Lance's hands kneading Scotty's
cheeks, then stroking the deep cleft between them. "Oh yeah," Scott
purred. "Stroke my ass."

"Where was I going with this?" I heard Lance thinking as he fondled
the student's butt with one hand while jerking off with the other. "I
got a dude's asshole almost in my face, shouldn't it be disgusting?
The pale skin, the dark fuzz in the crack and on the legs, the red
ballsack just sagging there, I'm completely turned on by it, by
having this weakling of a student on all fours in front of me. This
is serious, I must purge it out of my system." He started to kiss the
student's white butt cheeks, then licking the hanging ball sack, then
sucking the balls, one at a time. The rollerblader twitched and
gasped with absolute delight, these already sensitive zones now
ultra-sensitive because of my suggestions.

God this was a hot scene. I put both hands around the base, and
squeezing them together, brought them up along my pole, shuddering
from the intensity of the feeling. Lance just needed a little push. I
focused on his mind and thought: "Between Scotty's ass cheeks lies
the most private part of a man's body. You want to invade it, to
conquer it, in any way possible. This kind of power over another man
can send you in a sexual frenzy."

The marine reacted right away, licking his fingers and playing around
the rollerblader's anus. He then slid one finger in Scotty's asshole,
making the student squirm around frantically. Two fingers. Three
fingers. He then put his tongue at the bottom of Scotty's crack and
licked him all over between the cheeks.

His tongue then played around the rollerblader's anus, then
penetrated it. Scotty was out of control, contorting his body,
shivering with pleasure, grunting like an animal, screaming "that's
it, eat my manhole, soldier, I'm all yours, your tongue feels so
fucking great in my ass I want it there forever, I'll do whatever you
want if you just keep my butt in ecstasy like that."

The scene would have been hot between two gay men, but between two
straight men, it was freakishly hot. Since they were unaware of my
presence, I decided to look at my two improvised porn stars a little
more closely. I squatted next to Lance, and with a quick mental
command, made him let go of it so I could see better. It was thick,
close to two inches in diameter, and extended straight as a lead pipe
for eight inches, with a nice circumcised mushroom head. Drops of
pre-cum dangled briefly from its gaping piss-slit before they dripped
to the ground. With another mental command, Lance let go of Scott's
cock which he had been stroking while his face was busy in the
youngster's ass, and resumed stroking his own cock instead.

Scott's cock was thin but long, close to ten inches although it was
hard to say because of the slight curve, but definitely longer than
mine. It was leaking pre-cum copiously, and kept twitching even if
nothing touched it. I stood up again, and watched Scott kneeled on
the bus seat, his ass hanging over the aisle, Lance's face pressed to
Scotty's crack, licking and nipping around Scott's hole, and I
listened to the series of moans, growls, and shimmies from Scott.
Ecstasy was all over his face as he murmured, "Oh yeah, eat my ass.
Stick that tongue up, unngh, yeah, oh God yes, lick me out slurp
away, oh God this is so soooo, God, yes lick my ass, unh unggh Yea Oh
my God yes lick me stroke me. I wanna feel your tongue in me. Fill me
up. Yes yes yes oh my oh god."

This pushed me over the edge. I had a fantastic orgasm, but my jism
ended up all over Lance's face and Scott's butt. They stopped what
they were doing right away and looked up, confused. "Is that cum on
my butt?" asked Scotty. "I think so," said Lance, "it's all over my
face. Where the hell did it come from?" I needed to deal with this
right away before this crack in their carefully constructed reality
spread any further. I focused on their minds and sent them these
suggestions: "Lance, lick the cum on Scott's butt. Then Scott, lick
the cum on Lance's face. It will taste like honey. Once the cum is
gone, you will forget it ever was there." I was surprised at how
little resistance I met. Lance just slurped away my warm cum, then
the two men stood face to face and Scott licked Lance's face clean.
By probing their minds, I saw not a single trace of a memory about
the cum.

They stood facing each other, their hard cocks pointed forward, then
they pressed their hard bodies together as they explored each other
with their hands. They grew increasingly turned out by the sight of
each other naked, and by the feeling of the other's skin on their
own. They found each other's nipples, which they were pinching and
licking and sucking with abandonment. Then they were all over each
other with their hands, their mouths, their tongues, from top to
bottom, front and back, as if every inch of the other's skin was a
new delight to savor. They also took pleasure in rubbing their
throbbing hard-ons everywhere on the other's skin, and since both
were leaking pre-cum, they became spotted with shiny patches of jizz.

Then as the rollerblader was exploring the marine's legs with his
hands and tongue, his head bumped a few times against Lance's thick
and reddened cock, and without a second thought, Scotty put it in his
mouth. Lance tensed and arched his back, letting the wet, warm
ecstasy spread from his cock to his entire body. "Did I just put a
hard cock in my mouth?" Scotty thought, slightly alarmed. "And the
salty taste in my mouth, is that cum? Oh God, I'm sucking another
dude's penis. Am I so sex-deprived that I'm actually enjoying this?
He has such a beautiful body, just muscular enough, strong, and I
wish I'd be strong like him. And this cock is so big, I can't fit it
all in my mouth. Geez, he's really leaking pre-cum. I'm so turned on
by having this strong marine in my hand, in my mouth, knowing he's
enjoying what I'm doing to him."

He suddenly snatched Lance's butt cheeks with both hands, pushing the
marine's cock as far in his mouth as it could go. He sucked on it,
while his tongue moved frantically all over it, and he felt Lance's
muscular buttocks tense and his whole body shiver in pleasure. It was
as if he was drinking the marine's strength, and his whole body
filled with sexual energy. Lance got very close to losing it, and he
pushed Scotty away forcefully. The student ended up sprawled on his
back on the bus' ground, still savoring the taste of pre-cum in his
mouth, already feeling the effects of withdrawal.

"What's wrong with me," Lance thought, "the poor guy is all over the
floor. Having my cock sucked, even by a dude, felt so good, too good
in fact. There's also the fact that he was kneeling at my feet,
servicing me, and I could shove him without him protesting. This
turns me on so much. I still haven't gotten everything out of my
system."

Meanwhile, Scott crawled to the seat directly in front of Lance, and
climbed on it on all fours. He was stroking himself furiously, and he
dangled his pale ass up at Lance. "I want you in my ass," he suddenly
gasped. A grin lit up on Lance's face as he placed a single finger
right at Scott's ass opening. Scott backed up, his hole puckering as
he pleaded, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me." Lance slowly inserted his
finger, then two more, into Scott's hole as Scott writhed about in
delirious ecstasy. "Oh God yes, fuck me split me apart I want to feel
your strength in me."

Lance pushed in past two joints, then up to his knuckles as he probed
the inner reaches of Scott's ass. Scott reached back and started
fondling Lance's rock hard flushed tower of power and his heavy
red-fuzz-covered balls. Presently, Scott grabbed the fat cock and
aimed it right at his hole. Taking the hint, Lance removed his
fingers with a squelchy slurpy noise, coated his cock with the liquid
thereon, and aimed his love arrow at Scott's winking, pulsing hole.
Lance ever so slowly eased his throbbing dick into Scott's ass,
stopping after every inch to let Scott's ass accommodate him. Soon,
he was in up to the hilt, and started a gentle rocking motion that
shook Scott's body to its core.

Scott whimpered out, "Oh GOD yes fuck me with your dick oh yes oh yes
oh yes right there, God you feel so great, split me in two with your
cock I love it I love you fuck me fuck me hard." Lance slowly eased
his throbbing near-the-edge cock out of Scott's ass, then quickly
plunged back into the hot steamy hole, pushing Scott's head against
the side of the bus. Scott raised his head, and circled it around,
moaning from the special feeling centered in his gut. Lance's dick
had found his prostate, just as his fingers had, and his cock
responded, arching high and hard onto his stomach. "Oh God yes, there
it is, Fuck me with that cock, stick it in me, do me harder harder
faster, let me feel it."

Now Scott started rocking his body back and forth, forcing Lance to
speed up the fucking. I watched raptly as I saw Lance's balls pull up
into his body, his fingers grasping Scott's back, muscles standing
out, nipples erect, as he let out a shuddering moan, and I saw and
heard his cock pump load after load into Scott's quaking ass. Scott
tensed and straightened, his cock hard against his stomach shot wad
after wad of stringy white sperm through the air, splattering against
the bus window and dribbling down onto the seat. After seven or eight
spurts, he collapsed back onto his hands and knees, rocking slowly
back and forth, his cock throbbing, then Lance collapsed on top of
Scott, kissing his back.

"Start licking all of your cum until there is no trace of it." The
two exhausted young men clambered away from each other. "Look at this
mess we made!" said Scotty. "We have to clean this right away." He
started to lick his cum off the seat and the window, while Lance
crawled behind him to lick the cum in the student's butt cheeks. Then
they licked all the patches of cum on each other's body. Finally they
fell back on some seats, completely wiped.

I came into the full realization that I had made two straight men who
didn't know each other have wild sex together just for my enjoyment.
I had broken them -- I felt a rush of power.

"Stand up at attention facing the front of the bus," I mentally
commanded. The two exhausted young men immediately clambered around
until they stood in front of me, their cocks at half-mast, hands
behind their backs. They were still looking past me as if I was
invisible.

"You cannot move your arms and legs." I continued. "You are now aware
of my presence, and that I've always been here this whole time."

The marine and the rollerblader looked completely shocked to see me,
and as they realized that I had seen everything they had done, they
were completely humiliated.

"What's happening?" asked Lance, starting to get angry. "I'd never
have done what I did, especially if I knew you were watching the
whole time... Yet somehow I knew and did it anyway." Scotty blushed
and said: "Never mind that, why are we both standing like that, buck
naked in front of that guy? Shouldn't we try to put some clothes on
at least?"

I kept silent but sent them mental instructions: "You will now be
able to move, but you'll immediately resume your position in front of
me. The touch of my skin on yours will feel intensely sexual and
overwhelming."

When I moved my hands toward them, they shook their heads. "Hey dude,
no touching!" Lance said: "Get your hand away from me you pervert!"

Yet the moment they felt my palm on their pecs, they started to
tremble and moan. They both moved their head back and closed their
eyes, and I finally could enjoy the fruits of my victory.

I felt the whole of their chests and by the time I was finished,
their cocks had both grown rock hard and achingly pointing forward.
With a swift mental command, I had them turn around, and my hands
explored what my eyes had only been feasting on. As I fingered their
holes I could sense they were awash with sensual pleasure.

"You are now completely addicted to my touch. You'll do anything to
feel my touch on your bodies as often as possible. Now, bend over and
spread..."

That's when I felt a familiar tingle in my nose. I looked out the
window. Holy Shit! The bus driver had found a secluded spot all
right. It was a kennel in the middle of the woods. I looked through
the fence. Dogs. Shepherds. Mutts. Spaniels. Dalmatians. I felt a
sneeze building. Building. I tried to stop it. But it was coming,
coming just as assuredly as I had just come. This sneeze could not be
avoided, just as my previous orgasm would not be denied. I breathed
in shortly. Another snort. Then an explosive sneeze.

I stared at the nude backsides of the two men before me. My eyes
paused on their fit butts. They were dead quiet, and from the way
they now stood, I realized something was wrong. I heard Lance say,
"What the fuck...?"

My hold on him, Scott, and the bus driver was ebbing! Lance turned
around to face me, but then realized his erection was aimed straight
at me and tried to hide it as best as he could with his hands. Only
then did he seem to notice the naked Scott to his side.

"Who are you?" he asked Scott, grabbing the student's shoulders to
turn him around and look at his face. As Scott did so, trembling, the
rollerblader's stiff cock managed to rub and bounce against Lance's
thigh. Lance said "What the fuck...?" again, louder this time. "The
last thing I remember was... YOU!"

He turned back to me, and I swallowed. "You made us do this
somehow..." Angrily, he grabbed me by the shirt, and backhanded me
across the face.

I now was the one who trembled. Well actually I was shaking
violently, staring at the confused Scott and the wrathful Lance,
dreading the violence to come. Then I felt a rush of adrenaline pump
up in me...

Lance backed away one step and slowly released his hold on my shirt.
I saw his and Scott's eyes go vacant, their nude bodies relax. Their
arms floated gently to their sides. Their cocks started to deflate. I
had to be the one who had done this to them, but if I did, it was not
consciously. There were whispers in my head -- I had temporarily
regained a fragile link with their minds.

I had to act fast.

I bombarded them with some final thoughts. "Your minds will not be
able to even start to suspect I had anything to do with what just
happened. You cannot harm me or think about harming me in any way.
You will always address me as Sir. Otherwise, your minds are now
totally your own."

Their first reaction was to grab their clothes on the floor and each
crawl back on a window seat, sitting in a fetal position and covering
themselves as they could. Their whispers of confusion, "What the fuck
just happened!", "What the fuck did I do?", slowly faded in my mind
as I collapsed back into my seat, thoroughly spent.

Their natural inhibitions quickly came back to them and they hurried
to get dressed again. I heard the driver shift in her seat as she
awoke. With every piece of clothing they put back on, the two amateur
porn stars went back to be a straight soldier and a straight student
again.

Back to the seats they had taken took when they first got in, Scotty
started to listen to his iPod and Lance put back his sunglasses then
tried to return to sleep. It looked as if they were determined to
forget everything that had happened, but now I had no way to know for
sure. The bus shook roughly as it started to roll back to its usual
route. I still felt flush with power, but nothing psychic, just
confidence and a little but of pride.

As I got off the bus at my stop though, I got a bit blue. When my
power had started to fade, I was just about to fuck the firm butts of
my clueless sex slaves. I sighed and tried to imagine what it would
have been like.

A man brushed roughly against me as he moved ahead and snapped my
thoughts back to the current moment. Brown wavy hair. Roller blades.
Striped polo shirt. One of those firm butts I had just been thinking
about, tightly wrapped in lycra. It was Scotty.

He suddenly slowed down, then halted. He turned towards me as I
caught up to him. He looked flustered.

"Sir," he said when I stood next to him, "I'm not feeling so good..."
He then fell into my arms, completely limp. As much as I enjoyed the
warmth of his young body, still smelling like sweat and cum, I grew
worried. Had I unwittingly harmed him? He was writhing against me,
mumbling, groaning, ... Moaning?

I pushed him up so that he stood on his own. His face showed a
strange mix of puzzlement, lust and embarrassment. Soon after, my
eyes fell on the enormous bulge in his lycra pants.

"God, I'm so sorry sir. I did that on purpose... But I'm not even
gay." He giggled nervously. "Something is happening to me today, I
had this weird experience in the bus... And just now, when I came in
contact with you..." He briefly closed his eyes as he took a deep
breath.

"That sensation... I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my life.
I can't believe I'm asking this, but... What would I have to do, sir,
for you to touch me again, even for just a minute. I believe I'd do
anything."

As he looked to me, eager and humiliated, I remembered the last
suggestion I had given them before I had felt the tingle of that
sneeze. Addicted to my touch.

"You do seem to have a hard problem," I said, smiling. He looked
taken aback somewhat by my response -- he had expected me to reject
him. As I gently slid my fingers over the bulge in his lycra however,
he melted in place. Gone was the puzzlement. Gone was the
embarrassment. Only the lust remained. He licked his lips. My fingers
came across a damp spot in his shorts.

"Your behavior is reprehensible young man," I said in mock
indignation.

"I know Sir," he said. "I think I need to be punished." He turned
around. The lycra tightly revealed the attractive shape of his ass,
which he now swiveled shamelessly. "You now know how you must treat
my ass."

For a brief moment, he went out of character -- he looked completely
appalled at what he had just said. I then squeezed his butt cheeks
strongly with both my hands. He screamed and went absolutely wild! He
pressed his entire backside over my body and struggled to slide his
lycra shorts down. Still no underwear of course. Finally! His perky
bare butt beckoned, inches away and ready!

We heard a car approaching. We had both forgotten we were right by
the road.

"What's say we find a place in the woods?" Scott asked. He gave me a
mischievous look and darted towards the trees. When the car passed, I
had almost caught up with his polo, bare ass and bare legs.

* * *

The handsome doctor waited a little, expecting me to continue.
"That's quite a story," he then said patronizingly. "I'll prescribe
you some medication myself... You didn't explain how you got these
bruises."

I winced as he applied some betadine. "I haven't got to that part
yet. Any permanent damage?" I asked nervously.

"Oh no, you'll be good as new after a few days. No teeth loose, no
broken bones."

But then I already knew that, didn't I? As I did know what he wanted
to prescribe to me and why. There had been ample time for me to
thoroughly scan the mind of this young doctor. Ambition. Arrogance.
Ardor. I had to do something about that. It would be satisfying on
many levels.

When the doctor stood back up, he looked baffled for a moment.
Meanwhile, I stared hungrily at his jade eyes and at his shiny black
hair so fashionably gelled in place. His confidence soon returned.

"I have one more test to run," he said. He then stated in a very
professional way: "I apologize about this, Sir, but I'm afraid I must
be completely nude to perform it properly."

He immediately proceeded to take off his tie, then, as he started to
unbutton his shirt, I glanced at his crotch. There was quite a
mouth-watering bulge in his expensive trousers...

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