***WARNING—This chapter contains a pretty big surprise that may not be what you're expecting or into, but I truly believe if you go with it and enjoy the story for what it is you will be entertained and have fun—which is all this is trying to be. Please stay with it and read to the last chapter you won't be disappointed—thanks!***
DOWN FOR THE COUNT Part 5
JOURNAL OF MARK PARKER
So I had to make a decision? Do I run away? Do I move to a new town? Do I stay and fight? Can I fight it? It seems the consequence of losing this battle results in me turning gay. I still can't believe that's the outcome, but it seems to be the case. How could I ever turn gay? I thought a person was born gay or straight and that was it, period.
How can someone hypnotize you to be gay if you're straight? On the other hand, how could someone become a green mist and have sex with you against your will?
It still doesn't make sense that this woman would turn us gay even if she could. What does she have to gain by turning us out?
I felt very confident of my sexuality—I always have. So I made the decision to stay and fight.
DIARY OF ABIGAIL VAN HOUTEN
That night we gathered in Mark's bedroom. He was once again agitated, yet tired, trance-like, but panicked. As we prepared ourselves Mark spoke to his sister.
"Carla, I'm not sure you should be here for this." He said
"Why the hell not?" Carla asked.
"Well because, you know, in case the same thing happens and things get a little . . . sexual." Mark said
Carla stared at him with confusion.
"You know, what if I'm naked again?" Mark said almost whispering.
Carla smiled and tried to comfort him, "Mark, that's what you're worried about right now? I already saw the video so what else can I see? Besides you're my brother and although you have a nice body it's not something I'm interested in. Lighten up!" She said and punched him in the arm.
I've always appreciated the love Mark shares with his sister, they have a special bond and love for each other that more families could stand to have. Mark was a lucky guy to have so many women who love him and the great thing about him is—he knows it!
Earlier in the day the three of us came up with our brilliant plan, or as we would soon learn not-so-brilliant plan!
We had set up cameras in three spots in the bedroom and started recording. Mark prepared for night and slowly got into his bed. I noticed this time he took his time walking from the bathroom to his bed in his underwear, he seemed too tired to care that his sister and I were there looking at him. Mark lay in his bed and looked around the room. He was looking at all his posters of nearly naked women.
"It's because of them." He said with no real strength.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"This is payback for how I look at women. I objectify their bodies and now I'm being punished. Now I'm the one who is being objectified. I'm being used the way I always fantasized about using them." Mark said these words as if they were fact and for all we knew they might be.
"You're a good and decent guy, Mark. We know that." Carla said and I couldn't have agreed more with her.
"I deserve what she does to me." Mark said as he drifted off to sleep. I have never seen him so defeated, which only increased my resolve to save him from this.
So here was our brilliant plan: Carla went to one side of his bed and I to the other. We both lay down next to Mark and locked arms with him. We felt that if I could rejuvenate him with my touch, then together we should be able to give him the strength to fight off this woman's advances. We thought that by holding onto him, two of them women in his life who love him (in different ways, but still—) that should work even more! That should give him the strength of ten men!
I guess it's obvious to point out that our plan failed spectacularly!
As I lay there looking around at Mark's posters of naked women and imagining what he must have been doing with himself to the sight of those posters I couldn't help but hear his words, "Now I'm the one being objectified." Was that it? I wondered. Was that her plan? Was she some scorned woman, a former supermodel who became tired of being the object of men's desires and now plotted revenge on men everywhere by stealing their sexuality? It still didn't seem to add up, but it did make a certain kind of sense. And God knows Mark did love the female form, he is not a bad guy and I certainly wouldn't say he OBJECTIFIES women for their bodies, I think he just loves their bodies. He is just a normal teenage boy; they're all like that!
I was about to ask Carla what she thought, when suddenly I felt it coming. My last words to her were, "I think it's starting to . . ." and then I lost all ambition to finish. I couldn't move, the paralysis had returned. I could barely turn my head to see what I already knew—that Carla was also frozen. I could turn my head just enough to see Mark's eyes were open and he was smiling.
Was he enjoying this? I wondered, but I think the answer was simple. He was being bewitched and that made him enjoy it.
The shades flew up and his window unlocked itself then slid open. Another part of our stupid plan: close and lock the window—failed miserably!
The mist wafted in and hung over the scene before it. Its "arms" shooed at us and suddenly Carla and I obediently walked over to the door, turned and watched helplessly. I was very annoyed at how easily this thing could control us AND that it made us leave our dearly beloved Mark unprotected. But at the same time, if I'm being honest, I did sort of want to see another beautiful performance! I'm so ashamed of that, Mark's final words before being taken against his will was regret for sexually objectifying women and now here I was doing the same thing to him! What kind of girlfriend was I going to make for him?
DIARY OF CARLA PARKER
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak, I barely had the strength to watch; all I wanted to do was fall asleep. I should have been fighting to stop my brother from being molested by a monster, but all I could do was fight to stay awake. Whatever this woman was she was very powerful. I stood in total paralysis as I watched this green mist hover over my brother's bed. Similar to what Abby had shown us in the video, but this time it was actually happening right here in front of me! I stood by helpless as my brother began to writhe in his bed. He began fondling himself and getting himself hard, rubbing his hands all over his body, even dipping them into the front of his boxers. Seeing him in a state of sexual arousal was definitely a new experience I had never considered. I think if it was any other guy I would have enjoyed the view, but this was my younger brother for shit's sake, but at the same time (if I'm being totally honest) it was hot—very hot! Some very strange feelings were flowing through me I must confess. I'm probably going to need a psychiatrist after this is all over!
Mark had both hands down the front of his underwear and he was manipulating himself without any shame at all. I tried not to look, to give him his dignity (even if he didn't seem to want any) but I couldn't help but watch this spectacle. I noticed a few times his underwear dropped down quite a bit exposing his pubes—I was seeing my brother's pubes and I couldn't look away! I am going to need a really good psychiatrist!
DIARY OF ABIGAIL VAN HOUTTEN
The mist hovered over Mark then backed away to the bottom of his bed and waited. Mark had a look of wanton desire in his eyes as he smiled and stood up. His sheet fell away from his legs and he was left standing up on his bed with his erection forcing his boxers to tent out in a very proud way. The mist shrank before him, almost as if it was on its knees, and waited. Mark closed his eyes and rubbed his hands all up and down his own body. His fingers gently slide up his abs and stopped on his nipples. Mark's biceps bulged out of his bent arms as his fingers glided over his rock hard nipples. His dick throbbed under the strain of his boxers. His face was filled with ecstasy and anticipation.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and he grabbed his boxers by the sides and literally ripped them away. The material shredded and burst apart as Mark forcefully tore them from his body unashamedly exposing his completely nude form to everyone in the room.
His straining muscles glistening in the warm summer air. Then he lifted his arms behind his head and awaited his reward. The mist once again took a generic, humanoid form then leaned its head forward, partied its lips and took Mark's penis into its mouth.
Mark let out another groan of ecstasy as the green foggy human-shaped thing enveloped his entire midsection. Its "hands" were all over his front, I noticed how his mild chest hair stood out from his body under the massage of the transparent "fingers". The fine hairs on his chest danced around like wild tentacles. Then they slid around onto his ass and pulled him in closer.
Mark was completely enveloped by the mist now as it devoured his hardened cock!
The mist remained fairly transparent and I watched as Mark's penis bobbed up and down under the sucking of the mist—it was kind of like watching a blowjob through an x-ray machine.
Mark moved his hips forward and backward as the mist swallowed his dick whole. I guess they call it deep-throating, but what do I know? I was mesmerized by the sight before me and yet I was also jealous—it was supposed to be ME giving him this pleasure and I felt a little robbed of the honor. Actually, I don't know if honor is the right word but, hell, now that I was seeing sex acts up close and personal I really wanted to be a part of them! I think my somewhat prudish ideas about sex were really falling away and all these things I was witnessing were opening my mind quite a bit.
Mark's breathing intensified and he was obviously about to orgasm again. He began moaning louder and louder and I remembered that his mom must also be under the spell because there was no way a person in the house couldn't hear all this.
I won't quote every word, but there was a lot of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yeah!" coming out of Mark's mouth. Hypnotized or not it was impossible to argue that he wasn't having fun!
