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Recap: Peter and his flatmate Nick have been slowly influenced by Nick's psychologist mate Martino and his hypnotism tapes until they are sexually in a constant state of innocence and vulnerability. When Nick's rugby friends come to visit he finds his straight arse relentlessly fucked. Peter's brother James comes to rescue him, but his plans are scuppered when the hypno tape leads to his arse being fucked too. Rugby ringleader Steve-o is then mentally overpowered by Martino.

As Peter was making them all tea the bedroom door opened and his brother James emerged with rugby lad Thomas, both in their underwear, sweaty and staggering slightly. Thomas was all smiles and big swaggering strides as he came to say hello to their guest, Martino. James was quieter and more awkward as he walked, as if his bottom was sore. They were surprised when instead of staying to chat Martino immediately swept past them into the bedroom, almost dragging a sheep-like Steve-o. While James and Thomas were saying their hellos the door to the bedroom was slammed and the sound of slapping hand on meaty flesh was heard. Martino was going to teach alpha male Steve-o his new place.

Peter was really glad to see his older brother, even though he looked a little tired and crestfallen. They chatted in the kitchen while the three other rugby lads laughed in the lounge. James was still full of escape plans. He told Peter how he'd kept Thomas occupied by diversionary techniques, getting Thomas to trust him by rolling onto his back in a supine position, letting Thomas assume the dominant role so he didn't feel threatened. Then he'd proven his trust by letting Thomas play with him. By taking the rugby player's penis in his mouth and up his arse relentlessly for the last few hours he'd hoped to tire the man out and so make their escape easier. Peter was, as ever, in awe of his big brother's thinking. And Thomas did look bushed, that was for sure. Taking Peter's brother all night had exhausted him. His rugby mates Henry and Nick rested his big, tired body between them on the sofa, idly playing with his sweaty, hairy body. Thomas was still glowing with triumph but seemed keen to rest now, so was trying to brush their teasing hands away, but every time he did another one appeared and began tugging at his boxer shorts, tweaking his nipples or fiddling with his belly button. Nick and Henry were laughing, and Thomas was laughing too, but he was also clearly growly, like a lion needing to rest after a kill.

Instead his teammates kept laughing and playing with him, enjoying getting a rise out of their exhausted friend. Nick and Henry were getting closer and closer in, and Peter recognised what was happening. He grinned. These big lads were so naughty. Before he knew it Thomas had been wriggled onto their laps, his left hand side on Nick's lap, his right on Henry's. He kept slapping away those four big teasing hands but they just kept coming back, more playful than ever. And with a minimum of fuss they had worked Thomas's boxers over his arse, down his thighs and off onto the floor. The big, tired naked rugby player tried to lean forward to retrieve them, but the more he moved the more those hands tickled and probed. When he leant back he noticed that Henry and Nick had hooked his calves over their knees and had forced his legs to spread as he sat on top of them, naked, sweating and protesting. Their heads and big shoulders had pushed under his armpits and he found his arms stuck tightly behind his two mates, trapped between their broad backs and the sofa. Big fingers kept goosing his spread cheeks. Thomas struggled but he was held down firmly by his joking mates. Peter could see one of Henry's fingers tracing a circle round Thomas's tight little hole. Thomas was twitching and yelping at the sensation, making his mates take the piss. Peter noticed Thomas's tired cock begin to stir too, and as the finger kept tapping and teasing his tender hole his cock throbbed to full stiffness between his spread thighs. He was being jiggled and jeered at and his hardon waggled before them all, making Thomas blush.

Peter told James about how Thomas and Henry had treated him similarly. James was upset for his brother's dignity. Fingering his younger brother's tight hole just wasn't on. He placed a protective hand on his brother's bare bottom. His middle finger swung freely between the crack. His brother nuzzled against him. Thomas was being bounced on his friends' knees now, like some overgrown kid, protesting against his treatment. The rugby boys had found a way to silence Thomas, slipping fingers into his open mouth as he bounced, hardon slapping his belly, precum leaving a slimy splatter on his hairy tummy. Peter noticed that each time Thomas bounced down Henry's finger was there ready and his hole swallowed it, before being tossed upwards again. It was like watching some very basic now you see it now you don't magic trick. Every time his hole ate Henry's finger Thomas made a protesting gurgle through the fingers in his mouth. Pretty soon he was bouncing up and down on two fingers, one from each mate. His cock looked painfully hard and the exhausted rugby player looked pretty helpless now, being played with like a big floppy toy.

As they watched, James gently tickled his middle finger against the warmth of his brother's arse lips. Peter wanted to thank him but instead found himself moaning and panting into his brother's ear as James played with his hole.

All three rugby players were now naked and sporting hardons. Thomas's hole had been lubricated and the fingers were slipping in and out a treat now. He wasn't bouncing up and down any more but sitting between them with his muscular hairy legs spread and held up to his shoulders. His hole was now fully visible and being relentlessly penetrated by the two rugger boys' fingers. They'd found a new way to keep him quiet - every time he wanted to speak one of them would push their tongue down his throat. The brothers watched as Thomas was gagged by the mouths of his mates and fingered. It seemed to go on forever. One mouth would lock over Thomas's for a long while, lips suctioned to the exhausted rugby player's face. Then his head would be turned and his other mate would take over sucking on his mouth. The gaps in between as his red saliva-coated face was turned were filled with his moaning and panting and begging to stop. Henry and Nick were really enjoying playing with his arse too, and having both ends so open and vulnerable was clearly their idea of fun. For his part, Thomas's short-lived moment of glory as the predatory lion with James had given way to the feeble protests of a helpless kitten.

Peter's tongue found its way into his brother's ear at the same moment James's finger penetrated his brother's arse. They felt extremely close. This was all part of James's escape plan, too. They weren't making any sudden movements and were mirroring their captors' behaviour. Grunts and panting were coming from the bedroom. The sound of meaty flesh pounding meaty flesh. The door wasn't quite closed and past his brother's head Peter thought he could glimpse the odd snatch of naked beefy bloke standing over another, repeating the same pounding motion over and over. When he pulled his tongue from his brother's ear he looked over to see the two naughty rugger lads lifting their helpless mate and easing his tight hole down onto Henry's slicked-up cock. Peter watched as it penetrated the arse lips of his friend. Thomas's moan was stifled by Nick who had plugged his mouth with his tongue. Henry began to pump his hips and slide his cock in and out of Thomas's little hole.

James slipped a second finger into Peter's arse and thoughtfully muffled his brother's moan by locking lips and swallowing the sound. Peter seemed to understand his big brother's plan to blend in, and so spread his legs a little to allow James easier access to his tight hole.

Soon Thomas had been bent forward, his arse still accommodating his mate's thick hard cock, but his mouth was now open and he was grunting and moaning with each thrust into his meaty butt. It looked funny to Peter, seeing these two mates playing with the third. Nick seemed to be teasing Thomas by slapping his hard penis over his face over and over again. It sounded like it must have stung, the slaps were quick and no- nonsense. A train of ooze from Nick's cock coated Thomas's red face as he panted and protested on Henry's penetration of his arse. Nick clearly had had enough of his friend's protests because he suddenly gagged his mate with his hardon. Fair play to him, thought Peter, Thomas was doing a lot of whinging.

James whispered that to escape they really needed to win the trust of the rugby players. Peter nodded. Sounded reasonable. And James said that they should adopt a 'when in Rome' strategy as the quickest way of achieving this. Peter grinned. His big brother was brilliant. He craned his neck to peep through the bedroom door to see just exactly what it was the Romans were doing in there. It appeared big dominant Steve-o was on his back on the bed, and Martino was holding his muscular legs in the air and concentrating on something between Steve-o's spread thighs. It was hard to see because of the angle, but Martino's hips were thrusting in a regular motion. Maybe Martino had something on the end of his dick he was trying to shake off, thought Peter. Maybe Steve-o was trying to help Martino by trying to grip whatever it was with his hole while Martino thrust in and out trying to free it. It looked like team work. Peter looked at his older brother - perhaps they needed to work together as a team too?

It was Peter's idea to get on all fours before the rugby players so that his brother could simulate the action of Henry into Thomas's muscular butt. James cottoned on to the plan straight away, and began tickling his hole with his fingers and slapping something thick, stiff and meaty, what Peter guessed to be his brother's erect member, against his bare bottom. Henry nodded to Nick, who turned his head and saw what the two brothers were up to behind him. He grinned and pumped harder into Thomas's throat. Peter was really encouraged by the immediate success of their plan. The rugby players had completely fallen for it, they believed they were playing just like them. He just waited for the next part of James's brilliant plan - when they would spring to freedom from the flat. Okay, so James hadn't made a move yet, but when he did Peter would be ready. Until then he was quite happy playing along with James. Henry threw something to James, which his brother caught. Within moments Peter felt a cool, slippery substance cloying his tight little rear hole. James's fingers seemed completely coated in this stuff and they found their way into Peter's tight muscular bottom with ease. The ooze filled him more and more, the fingers stuffing great gobs of the stuff up inside him. Peter spread his legs a little more to allow his brother to administer this slippy lubricant to his anus without obstacle. He wiggled his bottom eagerly to let his brother know that he was good with the plan. James kept up the slow stretching of his muscular brother's snug rectum for some time, somehow feeding more and more lubricant up that eager passage all the time, and swapping, twisting and adding fingers until Peter thought he might not be able to resist the insertion of anything into his arse should it be attempted.

Again Nick turned round to see that Peter was more spread and now wriggling his butt on his brother's fingers. Thomas's throat bore the brunt of Nick's vigorously renewed assault. James slowly removed his probing fingers from Peter's arse. Peter thought to himself that this was it, the moment of their escape. But James's slippery hands just rested there on his upturned spread cheeks, and his hardon nuzzled into his exposed crack. The fat, blunt head of his hard cock sat slicked in the goo oozing from Peter's stretched anus. There was a pulse of expectation in Peter's head, of escape and freedom. And then that pulse was joined by another, as his brother began to ease his thick cock up into Peter's lubricated arse. Peter tried to squeeze his hole shut but James easily penetrated the tight manly hole.

There was nothing Peter could do to slow the invasion of his arse by his older brother. The thick cock just slipped up there, sucked in by the lubricant. There was an initial stab of pain, and Peter wanted to protest, but he guessed that James knew what he was doing. He felt something soft nestling between his open thighs and realised it was his brother's bollocks. Peter felt very full of cock. Surely this was making the rugby guys trust them? And then James eased back and Peter sighed with relief - it really felt much too intimate to have his arse filled by his big brother. But just as the thick cock head reached the tight ring of muscle of Peter's sphincter it pushed rapidly back inside again, and his balls once more bounced against his brother's muscular thighs. This time Peter yelped. His big flatmate turned round again to see Peter being stuffed full of his brother's cock. He swore loudly and appreciatively. Peter blushed. Again his brother manoeuvred his cock right to the edge of Peter's arse lips before shoving it tight into the hole again, stoppering his brother's lubricated hole with his penis. Nick wasn't paying any attention to Henry and Thomas now, he was just gawping at the two brothers. So much so that Peter wished James would stop and remove his cock. Instead his brother seemed to be picking up some sort of rhythm.

James offered no further assurances about his escape plan, and Peter felt extremely vulnerable in this position. He asked a couple of times how James was doing, but his brother sounded evasive. A nagging voice at the back of Peter's head seemed to indicate something was wrong, but his brain felt so foggy and confused. There was now the steady slap of flesh of James's hips spanking Peter's muscular buttocks with each insertion. Peter began to protest. This was too much for him. He felt helpless and exposed on all fours like this, receiving the thrusts from his brother's cock up his arse. Nick came over to see the problem. Peter looked up to see the man mountain towering over him. That huge cock he used to love measuring in his mouth waggled stiffly before him. His brother continued to pump away at his arse. Peter protested more and louder. Nick looked down at him and smiled. The cock rubbed against Peter's face. Nick lifted it off of Peter's face and smiled down at him. Peter grinned his thanks back. Then Nick let go of his cock and it smacked down hard onto Peter's face, making a loud stinging slap. Peter yelped. Nick apologised and lifted his cock again. Peter nodded his thanks and Nick winked back. James continued to pump his arse. And then Nick let go of his cock again and it landed with a fat thud on Peter's upturned face. Nick laughed and Peter's eyes stung with tears. Why was Nick being so inconsiderate with his big cock? Didn't he know it hurt Peter to have it slapping his face like this? Nick swivelled his hips and his cock waggled back and forth, whacking Peter's face until both were red and wet with Nick's precum. And as Peter was protesting about this it slipped over his open lips and with a violent and sudden jerk of the hips the fat cock burst into Peter's open mouth.

Peter wanted to get up now, for his brother to remove his cock and his flatmate to do the same. But instead both men seemed determined to keep him on all fours fixed to their penises. Nick held Peter's head and began stuffing the length of his cock down his throat. James was completely carried away at his rear, pushing it in and out. Peter's eyes were watering, his throat was gagging, but muscle memory took over and Nick's cock occupied the place it had until recently made his own. In triumph the two emasculated men penetrated Peter and regained their manhood. Nick began to pump his cock in time to James's thrusts, and Peter was unable to do anything as he was held in the middle. Was this part of the escape plan, wondered Peter? But no, this just seemed like he was being - well - the word fucked crossed his foggy mind but he tried to ignore it. He wasn't being fucked. Was he? He took the two hard cocks over and over, getting sweaty and more and more malleable. And it was almost as though he was suddenly seeing things as they were for the first time. Fucked. Oh god, thought Peter. He was being fucked! And by his own brother and his flatmate. He hadn't seen this coming at all. He wriggled, desperate to escape.

The thrusts were getting rough and impassioned now. Both fuckers were nearing their climax. Peter took it, every thrust from those big blunt dicks, and his body was responding. His arse was rotating as his brother fucked him. Nick pulled his cock out of Peter's mouth and Peter leant forward and took it back in again. He didn't understand why, but despite seeing clearly what was happening to him Peter seemed unable to get his body to resist the two eager fuckers. He more he wanted to escape the more his mouth sucked with passion and vigour, and his arse chewed hungrily at his brother's rampant hardon. Peter seemed to have no control over himself any more. He thought about his life before moving into this flat, a bright hope for promotion, well respected and intelligent. Now he seemed to be this mindless, helpless, clueless sex toy. He wanted to break down or break free, but instead he just sucked and spread his legs, acting like a good mindless sex toy would.

Faster and faster, both men were gasping now, swearing, crying out. Out of the corner of his eye Peter noticed the door to the bedroom swing open. James and Nick were pumping to cum now, on the brink, ecstatic, manly and full of themselves. But something was happening. The cock at his arse was pulling out but not thrusting back in. The cock in his mouth was hanging before him, not reaching his hungry lips. Peter looked up, so grateful he was being rescued. Big hands were pulling Nick away from Peter, his red cock so desperate to cum, throbbing and full to bursting. Over his shoulder was a similar story, his brother held away from his wriggling arse. Martino had a hold of his brother, a cruel smirk on his lips as he looked at the desperately twitching member. He shoved James into Henry's strong arms. In front of Peter Nick was manhandled by Steve-o, and passed on to Thomas, who grappled with his panting rugger mate. Peter wanted to thank Martino and Steve-o for saving him. He would escape with some dignity at long last. He would go back to being the bright and popular guy he used to be. He looked up into Steve-o's magnificently arrogant face. Peter told him how grateful he was to be rescued and how helpless he'd felt being bent over and fucked. He told them both how he didn't want it, how he was desperate to escape. Steve-o sneered. Martino said that he really respected Peter for the man he was. Peter blushed. With barely a pause Peter felt a new cock at his arse and one at his lips. And before Peter could panic they Martino and Steve-o used their massive cocks for what they were designed for. They penetrated Peter. And as Peter tried to process what was happening to him he seemed to be losing his grip once more. The fog was returning. He was just messing about, playing harmless games. He was stupid and helpless. He was a big, muscular toy.

As Peter was being stretched beyond limits by these big fuckers he glimpsed sideways as his brother was being bent over and entered by Henry and his flatmate was taking Thomas's cock up his arse. He caught James's eye. Was that a tear of regret there, as he was pounded by the rugby bloke? James looked so defeated, so conquered. There was something unbearably sexy about it. Steve-o was being so rough with Peter's throat, smacking it in and out of the tight opening with the deliberate aim of choking the muscular young man. And Martino's cock seemed to be the most intelligent thing imaginable, able to not only thrust up Peter's arse but twist, prod and probe in ways that stretched his anus to the limits. Steve-o sneaked a fat finger in alongside his cock, and Peter sucked hungrily. He caught James's eye again. His brother was definitely broken. Peter wanted to help him know it was alright, it was just a game, just fun between mates.

They took cock. Over and over. The hefty weight and thrust of bigger men overpowered them, fucking them hard and deep. And as Martino's cock twisted up his tight hole Peter felt something - his own cock, forgotten for so long, tingling, unbearable, bursting with cum... There was a moment of clarity again, and a shame in it that made him desperate to suppress his orgasm in front of these men, but he didn't stand a chance. It spurted everywhere, the orgasm so intense he would have screamed and collapsed if it weren't for the cocks in him. He wanted to cry or to scream, but with every spout of spunk he ejaculated he felt weaker and more out of control. He locked eyes with his brother as his cock squirted and pumped, Peter feeling utterly humiliated and James looking so disappointed in his brother. And then as he tried to struggle free, tired and used, the fog swallowed him up completely. Martino and Steve-o enjoyed every twitch and wriggle of Peter's helpless orgasm, and then settled in to start fucking the sexy and exhausted man really hard. It had taken some time, thought Martino, but it has been worth it. Peter was a truly excellent clueless muscle bottom, and no matter how many times they would fuck him he would always be completely shocked, surprised and humiliated by it. But a brief cloud flitted across Martino's mind as he fucked Peter's tight, tired, helpless arse. A voice, something from the hypno tapes he'd left running in the flat, seemed to be piercing his tough exterior. He shook his head to clear it and kept fucking. But he felt the tiniest twinge in his tight hole. Something was happening, and a net was tightening around him. The thought crossed his mind that the tapes might have impregnated his own brain with the same over-sexed and dumbing-down thoughts he'd filled Peter and the rugger boys with. No, he thought. It wasn't possible. He kept fucking, his hole itching the entire time. He looked at Steve-o and wondered if he could scratch that itch for him. In horror, Martino stopped fucking and knew he had to leave or he'd lose his mind like these other men had. No, he was too clever for all that! He spread his legs a little and cool air swirled around his hole. He started fucking again. Yeah, he was too big and clever to get caught out. And the rugby boys could help sort this itchy arse out for him too. He smiled stupidly to himself and humped Peter's beautiful behind. He was top dog, yeah, and nothing could change that.

The end.

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