Down For The Count Pt 05

***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!

His abs moved in and out faster and faster as his breahting intensified. I watched as he face contorted, he gently bit his lip, his eyebrows raised as he cheeks flushed—he was about to blow! I focused closely and watched as a stream of sperm shot out of Mark's penis and into the humanoid's throat. It's really something to see all of that cum coating the back of a transparent throat! What an education this has all been!

I wondered what it must feel like to suck on him like that, I wondered if I would ever get a chance to find out, or if Mark would even ask me to. I wondered if he would kiss me afterward. I admit these are strange things to wonder about while your boyfriend is being sucked off by a ghost or whatever, but hey I'm an eighteen year old girl what do you want from me?

This she-creature was finished with him and Mark's penis began to deflate (by the way those things drop pretty quickly once they've fired off a round!).

But then, just as the humanoid form began to dissipate something happened that came as a real, true shock.

I know; how could it be anymore shocking than what's already occurred, but just you wait—you're about to find out where this story is really headed!

Just as it was all coming to an end for the evening (or so we thought) there was a loud scream from the window! I looked over and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

DIARY OF CARLA PARKER

So just when I thought I couldn't deal with anything else after seeing my own brother blown to completion by a vaporous, humanlike, smoke monster there came a scream from the window. I looked over and saw the woman! That exotic, attractive witch-woman that I thought had just de-cummed my brother's dick was now floating outside his window. She wasn't totally visible she appeared almost as a "vision" of herself—an astral projection maybe?

She began yelling and screaming, "You promised! You promised the last time you would never do this again! You abuse your gift! You cannot keep doing this!"

At first I couldn't figure out why she was saying these things to Mark, what did she mean? What the hell was she talking about? None of it made any sense until I finally realized the obvious—how was she outside the window when the mist was still inside the room? That could only mean that . . .

DIARY OF ABIGAIL VAN HOUTTEN

It wasn't the woman who has been having sex with Mark!

She was a part of it obviously, since she was a ghost-like figure floating outside the second story of a house yelling at a green mist, but she wasn't the one having supernatural sex with the boys of the swim team. She wasn't the one having dream-sex with Mark! I was so confused, if it wasn't the woman than who is it, I wondered.

I looked over and watched as the mist took its human shape. Its features began to fill in and it wasn't a woman at all—it was Brad Drake!

It was the woman's son! The new Goth kid at school! A DUDE!

HE was the one having sex with the guys from the swim team, that's why they were all turning gay! He was making them like he was! He was a vampire! Well, okay, not a vampire, but maybe a gay vampire-like creature?

Okay, I don't know what you would call him, but he was sucking the cocks of the local boys and leaving them gay just like Dracula did (only his victims were left as vampires) and . . .

'HOLY SHIT', I thought, as I realized Brad was also nude!

As his features filled in and he became more of a solid-citizen (if you will) he was totally nude. I always wondered why Dracula wasn't naked after changing from a bat to a man (was his cape a vampire too?) but I was pleased to see that Brad didn't have a cape—he was as nude as the day he was born!

Holy Crap what a body! Brad was a sculpture of the male form, he was almost completely hairless and boy-like, but with the body of a full-grown man. He wasn't very muscular; he was lanky, thin, his muscles shown through his tight, smooth skin. And his dick was big, not massive, but thicker and long, longer than Mark's (sorry Mark!). He was hard and it arched up in the air similar to Mark's but a lot longer, realistically a little too long if you ask my opinion, I was glad to learn that I prefer the look of Mark's penis to this monster's monster.

Wow I am learning a lot about penisis lately, I thought.

I don't mean to dwell on the penis talk, but this is my first real life experience with them and I was being given the opportunity to really study how these babies work and I have never been one to pass up a learning opportunity.

Anyway, back to the story—to say I was shocked at this turn of events would be an understatement.

I looked over at Mark thinking he must be totally freaked out by this development—he thought he was having sex with Brad's mom, a completely sexy older woman, but instead he's been getting blown by a guy his own age. I couldn't imagine how he must have felt, but when I looked at him he didn't seem fazed by it at all. Did he know all along?

I don't think so, but he didn't show any signs of being upset in the least. In fact, I couldn't help but notice that as he looked down at Brad's nude body a slight smirk spread across his lips and to my surprise his dick started to get hard again!

I was suddenly overcome with a feeling surging through me like when you get really bad news, that wave of tingles that flushes over your whole body. Oh my God, I thought, Mark just had oral sex from a guy!

Now let me be clear, this was not a bad feeling I was having. In fact, although I've never had a real opinion on guys having sex with each other, I have to admit that the fact that I just saw Mark get a blowjob from a guy really excited me. When I thought it was the Uber-hot woman I felt jealous and a little angry, but now that I knew it was her son, I felt very . . . well, horny! And relieved. I don't know why, but I felt relieved that Mark was having sex with a guy. I realize that doesn't make sense, but that is how I felt.

But then another thought occurred, as I looked down and saw Mark getting another erection.

Oh no! I thought, It's happening right now! I'm losing him!

Brad turned and waved his hand at his mother who vanished as if she was hit by some magic and sent back to wherever her real body actually was at the time. Then Brad looked at me and smiled as if to say 'Sorry, baby, he's mine now'

I fought with everything I had to break free from this spell I was under, but I couldn't. I stood helpless and watched as Brad moved in and slowly, passionately kissed my beautiful Mark's chest. Brad was exposed now (in more ways than one) and he simply went with it. He kissed Mark's chest then slid farther down and kissed his abs, forcing them to spasm with ticklish glee. Mark even giggled! I could feel my own body reacting to this sight, I guess I have to give full disclosure and admit that I was ruining another pair of panties watching these two guys.

The sight before me was unbelievably erotic. These two guys kneeled on the bed like two statues of the male form facing each other. Brad's hands explored Mark's body. Mark simply kneeled there and allowed Brad to touch every part of him.

Their hard cocks slapped into each other like flexible swords, as Brad grabbed Mark's cock and rested the shaft against his own. Brad began jerking the two penises off in unison—I didn't even know you could do that! Mark flung his head back as Brad moved in a nuzzled his Adam's apple.

Then mark threw himself toward Brad, but Brad moved aside and let Mark fall onto his hands. Brad got off the bed and walked over behind Mark who was now on his hands and knees.

Brad glanced at me as he maneuvered behind Mark and said, "I'm sorry, Abigail, but I have to have him!"

What did that mean? I wondered. Then it hit me, my Dracula analogy was correct and what did a vampire do after he sucked your blood out? He mixed it with his own then fed it back to you and that's how he truly turned you into a vampire. But in this case how would Brad accomplish this?

Surely he wouldn't spit Mark's cum back into his mouth that wouldn't make any sense. He would have to inject his own cum into . . . OH NO, I thought.

And just as the inevitable became clear I observed Brad positioning behind Mark, or more accurately behind Mark's behind!

I watched as the boy I grew up crushing on—the guy who made me laugh, who made my heart soar, who made me feel like the most important girl in the whole universe, the guy who fantasized about naked women every second of his life—suddenly and very obediently waited to be anally penetrated!

DIARY OF CARLA PARKER

I couldn't believe what I was watching! My brother, in profile, was on his bed on his hands and knees with his legs spread as another naked dude (albeit, still a little transparent) slowly moved in behind him, placed his hands on Mark's naked ass and began to ease his hard cock between my brother's legs! The head of Brad's penis slowly pressed up against the crack of Mark's butt and bent a little. Brad repositioned, then gently slipped his cock between Mark's smooth, firm buttcheeks. Mark gasped as Brad pushed farther in. Mark lifted back onto his knees and arched his body forward clearly enjoying this newfound sensation. Then he (very quietly) muttered words I never expected to hear him say, "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck my tight, fucking asshole!"

***Sorry Mark, but that IS what you said! :)

Brad began thrusting more and more; the two men were perfectly synced in their sexual act when suddenly Ari and Jane burst through the door!