Malice Aforethought

Chapter 14
Point of No Return

Jamie and his buddy dragged me down the corridor to a new room, unlocking the door and shoving me inside before slamming it closed behind me. I pounded my fists against it as they relocked the door. There was no use, I was trapped, but it sure felt good to vent a bit.

“Hey there.” A male voice halted my pounding. I turned around to see I wasn’t alone in here. In fact there were two men in the room with me. It wasn’t like the nursery though. The room was bare except for a single large bed and a potty seat in the corner. In the silence after I stopped pounding the door I could just make out the soft flute music being pumped in from hidden speakers.

“It plays all the time, day and night” the man who’d greeted me said, answering my unspoken question. He was taller than me and looked athletic, though not muscular. His black hair was cut neatly, not buzzed but not shaggy. Unlike me he’d been granted one item of clothing, a fuzzy blue onesie that left only his hands and feet free. The other man was shorter and skinnier, so baby-faced that he was probably barely twenty. He too wore a onesie, though his was pale yellow.

“What is it?” I asked, referring to the music.

“I don’t know, but since I’ve been here I’ve been having the weirdest dreams,” he answered. “I’m Steven by the way,” he said, extending his hand.

“I’m Aiden, nice to meet you.”

“I wish for your sake that we weren’t meeting,” he replied, as the second man came forward to shake hands, telling me his name was John.

“How long have you two been here?” I inquired.

“Three days,” John answered. “Can I ask, where are you from? Your accent is… odd.”

“I’m a Kiwi,” I explained.

The two men exchanged confused looks. “Then what are you doing all the way over here?”

“It’s a long story. So, more importantly, how do we get out of here?”

The men shrugged. “The doors are locked and reinforced and the windows have bars,” Steven explained. “They say we won’t get out until we’re ready to take our onesies off and join the other jaybirds in the nursery.”

“It doesn’t look like you’re ready to do that yet,” I noted.

They shook their heads but neither man looked very confident. “There’s stuff in the food and milk that makes us all zoned out and spacey for hours after we eat. And when we wake in the morning we’re all fuzzy and confused. I’m not sure how long we can last,” John admitted.

“I get all sorts of weird urges,” Steven added with a frown.

A new noise interrupted our conversation. Looking up I saw that a data projector was suspended from the ceiling and it was now powering up. “What’s that?” I asked.

“They make us watch videos of their nursery, hours of watching them play and be cared for.”

They sat on the end of the bed, awaiting the show, so I joined them.

“Why didn’t they give you pyjamas like ours?” John asked as we waited.

“I don’t think my arrival was fully expected. They’ll probably have some for me later I suppose.”

The projector lit up the entire wall of the room. For a second it was a blue test screen, then it flickered and a second later the wall was consumed by swirling colours. John and Steven instinctively shut their eyes and covered their faces from the onslaught.

“Jesus, what is it?!” John demanded.

“I don’t know bro! What the hell?” Steven yelled back as the music increased in volume.

I had no such doubts. I knew exactly what the swirling colours on the wall were and what they did. But I didn’t cover my eyes. Instead I looked right at the wall and waited to feel something. Seconds passed but I didn’t feel any different. The show was having no effect on me at all. I smiled in satisfaction. “Hey guys, it’s okay. I’m looking at it now and I’m fine,” I told them.

“What! Close your eyes bro!” John urged.

“No, seriously I’m fine. I felt a little funny for a second but then it was okay.”

Cautiously, slowly, the two men uncovered their faces and opened their eyes.

“See, just look at it,” I urged.

They looked at the screen fully now. It only took a couple seconds before I could see John’s face beginning to relax, all the tension draining away. Steven wasn’t far behind, his shoulders slumping and eyes glazing over. I moved closer, putting my hand on Steven’s back and beginning to gently rub it. “It’s lovely to watch isn’t it buddy,” I whispered to him. “Makes you feel all happy and warm doesn’t it?”

The corners of his lips began to slowly pull upward into a lazy smile and he nodded his head. I reached across and patted John’s thigh in much the same way. “It’s nice to give in John, so relaxing to just be able to let go and stop fighting eh?”

He too gave me a slow, happy nod, an idiotic grin spreading across his face too. I had a full erection in seconds. Seeing them in this state, relaxed and under my control, was indescribably erotic. I’d never really considered myself bisexual or anything, but seeing two able young men in this state still did it for me. For the next half an hour we just sat there watching the colours, the two men swaying gently back and forth to the music, grinning away, eyes totally vacant as I spoke quietly to them about their future lives. I’d learned well from Elly and I understood how to manipulate these men. The visual programme only put them into a deep trance state, completely open to suggestion. The rest was up to me. I used their deepest fantasies against them, stripping away inhibitions, ramping up their sexual desires. About twenty minutes in I noticed the bulges forming in the crotches of their jammies. Five minutes later they were completely tented out, fully erect and still off in their happy trances. It was almost too easy once you knew the trick. Now I understood why making a nice big creamy on your tummy was the perfect trigger for a horny young man.

When the projector finally powered down and the swirling colours disappeared the men made no immediate reaction. They kept sitting there, grinning away, eyes looking off into the distance at something no one else could see. Finally it was John who looked down and noticed the stiffy he’d grown.

“I am sooo horny,” he announced happily. “I’m all big and stiff!”

Steven giggled and poked at his own erection. “Me too,” he confirmed.

“Wow John, that is a big stiffy. I think you need to make some stickies buddy,” I told him.

“Stickies?” he asked, looking lost.

I nudged Steven. “I think John needs some help with his stickies.”

Steven blinked, his eyes still glassy, and looked back at John. “You need stickies,” he agreed, reaching out and closing his fist around the bulge in John’s onesie. I had no idea what his sexual leanings were but they didn’t matter right now. Under the influence of my suggestions he was eager to help his buddy have a lovely release. I waited to see if John would move away or call out at this invasion of privacy. But instead he looked pleasantly surprised. John watched with a giddy smile as Steven worked his magic on him.

It only took a minute before John gasped and threw his head back, closing his eyes and letting go. I watched a wet spot appear on his onesie turning the pale yellow material dark. Steven seemed pleased with his success, turning to me and declaring, “He made a lot of stickies.”

I moved over next to John as he came down from his high. “Is Johnny ready to play with the other little ones?” I cooed to him.

John opened his eyes and smiled back at me, his eyes beautifully innocent now. “Done uh-ohs,” he announced, poking at the wet spot on his onesie.

I brushed my hand through his hair and assured him, “That’s okay buddy. I bet it was fun making uh-ohs anyway.”

“Uh-ohs!” he repeated brightly with a nod.

“But we better get you out of these messy jammies,” I told him.

John nodded and held out his arms. I unzipped the onesie at the back and slipped it down off the young man in one motion. His penis had already gone soft and was practically plastered to his tummy by his sticky release. That didn’t seem to bother him at all. He revelled in his sudden nudity, climbing on the bed and doing joyful somersaults. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. But a hand on my arm reminded me the job wasn’t done yet. Steven was looking at me with pleading eyes. “I need to make stickies too,” he told me urgently.

“Of course you do. You enjoyed your special light show too huh?”

He nodded and to my shock told me, “I’m hypnotised.”

My own smile faltered. “You… you know that?”

He nodded. “I couldn’t fight it,” he told me brightly, as though this was something wonderful. “Now I need to squirt.”

Better than pretty much anyone else I understood just what he was feeling. “It’s feels good to give in, get all little,” I said.

He nodded and said, “Uh-huh.” There was no hesitation, no thought about the future and what this meant in the long-term. The hypnosis had taken away the choice from him, removed the control, allowed him to indulge in his deepest fantasy without inhibitions or second thoughts. Now I just needed to help him take the final step. “Come here Steven, it’s time to make stickies.”

He gladly threw his arms around me as I gripped the tented crotch of his soft jammies and began to move my hand smoothly up and down, lightly at first, then with more intensity and speed. He made little grunts of pleasure as I manipulated his hardness, his breathing growing faster and deeper. “It’s amazing, thank you,” he whispered at one point. He was thanking me, it was incredible. But when all rational thinking was neutralised and only base emotions remained this was the result.

Steven’s body tensed and jerked suddenly. A second later I felt the warmth pumping into the material as Steven moaned quietly and pulled me tighter in his embrace. I kept up steady pressure, helping him to get it all out. It was only fair that this be as enjoyable an experience as possible given the price he was paying for it. He was essentially squirting out his brains right now. All his intelligence and maturity was being smeared across his tummy, leaving nothing but the simplest of toddler thoughts in his fuzzy head. Taking so active a role in the process really moved me too. I felt more responsible for Steven, having delivered the coup de grace myself. I placed my hand on the back of his head and stroked his neck softly. “That’s it Steven, it’s all done now. You’re such a good boy, such a sweet boy getting all those stickies out for me,” I cooed to him.

I felt his body relax into mine as he finished. But rather than let go then, I felt compelled to hold him in my arms a little longer, to savour the moment. I could feel by his relaxation that it had been a success, I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were now empty of adult intellect. He enjoyed the hug as well, whispering, “ ‘m a cudd-ul-wee boy.”

I rubbed his back and confirmed, “Yes you sure are. You’re nice and cuddly now.”

He gave a light giggle and planted a big wet smooch on my cheek. And I knew right then that I’d made the right decision. I understood how an addict felt after taking his first hit of heroin or meth. Reducing this grown man to a babbling, cuddly little tot was the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced. It was beyond intoxicating. And as I rubbed his back, savouring my power over him, I knew I just had to do it again.