The Voice of Command

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He learns how to command obedience.
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Today is my eighteenth birthday and nobody has even acted like they give a flying fuck how old I am. Being eighteen sucks, anyway. Big time. You're old enough to die for your country, but can't buy a beer. At least I can get into the porno theaters, even if the titty bars are closed to me. Of course, my buds and I have been renting xxxx-rated videos for years, so seeing booty on the screen isn't all that new, but it sure doesn't take the place of what it must feel like to have a nice warm pussy wrapped around your straining hardon.

Yeah, that's right. I don't know how it feels. I'm a fucking virgin. Not by choice, you understand, but from lack of opportunity. Ok, so there may have been opportunities to lose my cherry, but the conditions were never right. I may be a guy, but I still want my first time to be a little special, not just a fading memory of some old hag with missing teeth and holes in her stockings.

When I try to go to sleep, my dick is so painful it's hard to ignore it long enough to drop off. When I wake up, it's so hard there isn't enough loose skin left over on my body to close my eyelids. I'm dying for a little pussy, but do you think any girl or woman will give me any? Nooooooh. No, no, no. No and then no and no again.

What would it cost them to just let me dip my wick for a minute or two? As horny as I stay, it shouldn't take more than a few seconds of their time. Why should pussy be so hard to get?

I watch the girls in class, with their short skirts and long legs, flirting with the guys they are going to fuck after class and try to imagine one of them (or even two) saying, "Hey Roy! How about a quick fuck after class? Which one of us do you want first? Would you like a blow job and fries with that, sir?"

I watch my sister, running around the house in her underwear, teasing me beyond all reason, knowing that I dare not lay a hand on her. She's in college and is probably fucking the whole fucking team, but could she spare a little for her loving brother? You guessed it. She wouldn't miss it. The team wouldn't miss it and I would enjoy it so much, but nooooooh.

My mom is bending over the table, putting the dishes out for dinner. I watch her ass cheeks clutching her dress as she extends herself to reach the other side. Her dress gets caught in the crack of her ass and makes me want to run up behind her and throw a ten-second quickie into her before she can stand up, but something holds me back. Perhaps it is the expectation of instant death at the hands of my father when he gets home. "You little prick! This is my woman. I can fuck her any time I like, but you can't ever fuck her. I can bang her silly, till the pictures fall off the wall in your bedroom, from the hammering I'm giving your beautiful mother, but you don't even get to watch while you jack off your painfulerection.

"Painfulerection" has become one word in my dictionary. It seems that my prick is always erect and is always painful because all the blood in my body has gone there for a vacation. There certainly isn't enough left in my brain to allow me to think straight.

I actually approach my mother's waving ass cheeks with my hands spread to cup them before tearing my eyes away from them and going around the table to see if she is showing any skin down the top of her dress.

I almost trip as I get to the other end of the table. From the side, I can tell that the dress she is wearing today has a scoop neckline and is fairly low cut. I'm going to get to see her cleavage! Oh, lordy, lordy me! Maybe even a bit of aureole if the gods are truly smiling at me, but before I can round the corner to get a clear shot, she puts her fucking hand over her cleavage.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!!!! What the fuck would it cost her to let me see just a tiny bit of skin? If she doesn't want me to look, why is she wearing that dress? Oh, I get it. It's ok for the rest of the world to see the tops of her tits, but not her loving son who would give anything to kiss and suck her nipples like he did 17 years ago.

"Oh, hi Roy. Did you want to set the table for me?"

Yeah, sure. I wanted to set the fucking table. I wanted to throw the fucking dishes on the floor and throw you back on the fucking table and throw a fucking fuck into your fucking ass. That's what I wanted. "Sure, Mom", I say, instead.

"What a nice son you are." She tousles my hair. Why can't she tousle my fucking dick, instead?

Betsy comes flying into the room, dripping sex. "Is dinner ready yet, Mom?"

I'll give you dinner, toots. Munch on this for a while and see if you get any cream with your meat. "Hi Sis. Got a date?"

"Yeah!!!!", she breathes, real sexy. "Bill Withers is the captain of the football team and he is taking me to the movies. Ooooohh!" She squeals at the thought of so much honor being heaped on her blonde head. If her excitement didn't cause her tits to bounce around so wonderfully, it would make me sick, but I try to keep my focus on just one nipple at a time. My painfulerection tries to circumcise me on my zipper, so I shift it a tiny bit to ease the pain.

"Moooo-oom. Roy is staring at my tits and playing with himself again!"

Fuck! Can't even sneak a quick peek and prevent my foreskin from ripping without getting caught.

"Now, Roy. You know it isn't nice to gawk at your sister, or to rub yourself so openly. Are you completely forgetting your manners? I even saw you trying to look down my dress a few minutes ago. Can't you control yourself?"

Control! Control! Control! Something snapped in my mind. Something important happened to me right then. I have no idea what it was, but it was somehow connected with the science fiction story I had read last night and fantasized about the value of such a thing.

The book I was reading was "Dune", by Frank Herbert. They made a pretty good movie of it with Sting doing a helluva job and it seems like the kid was played by Kyle MacLaughlin or something like that. I apologize right now for not spelling his name right. Go look it up if you don't like my spelling.

Anyway, he was being trained by his mother and others to have unusual powers, one of which was the ability to pitch his voice in a certain way that caused others to do what he said, regardless. I don't remember the exact name right off, but it was something like, "The Voice of Command". In written form, it was easy to visualize. All you do is print it in italics and everybody knows what is happening.

In real life, I tried to imagine what it might sound like and if such a thing were truly possible or if it was merely a neat gimmick to help the story. I had tried several different ways of speaking to help me visualize what it would have to sound like, but my dad heard me practicing and beat on the wall to tell me to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. "Didn't I know that some people had to go to work early around there?"

I guess not. Must be the twenty-eleventh fucking million times I had heard that statement. Oh, does anyone here have to go to work early? You would think he had to get up in the middle of the night, the way he bitched and moaned about it, when he actually only got up about fifteen minutes before I did. I could hear his fucking alarm every morning. Who was he trying to impress?

When that thing in my mind snapped, I suddenly realized I knew how to use my voice properly. It felt like I had known all along, but had simply forgotten. Must be a holdover from a past life.

"!Sit down!!Both of you!"

They sat. They sat immediately, without bitching or moaning or complaining or asking why or ignoring me or getting pissed because I spoke sharply to the. They simply sat and waited for me to tell them what to do next.

"!Come over here, Betsy!"

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

"!Take off your top!"

Her hands immediately went to the hem of her letter sweater and pulled it over her head. Her sweater hadn't hit the floor before her hands were behind her back, reaching for the clasp to her bra.

Taa-daa! Taa-fucking-daa! Oh shit, oh shit. It worked! It fucking worked! My beautiful sister was standing in the middle of the kitchen with her bare tits hanging out for me to watch, and calmly waiting for my next command.

My next command would have been very muffled at the moment because I had a mouth full of nipple. First one, then the other. They both sprung up like dogs sniffing a bitch in heat and turned bright red.

"!Take off your clothes, Mother!"

Would it work? Did it ever! Mom stood right up and dropped her skirt first, then her blouse came off, revealing the low cut pushemup bra she was wearing for everybody else but me, then it came off and she began sliding her thongs down her shapely legs. Damn, my mom was a stone fox!

She stood by Betsy while I continued to play with Betsy's tits and ponder my next move.

"!Take off my pants and pull my dick out!"

They didn't exactly fight over my dick, but it looked like neither one wanted to be listed as non-compliant.

I embraced my mother's naked body while my sister was responding to my next command to get completely naked. While I was enjoying her strip show and trying to absorb the ramifications and possibilities, I heard a voice from the doorway.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?"

Uhoh! Only one thing I could possibly do.

"!Sit down and shut up. Do not touch yourself. Do not look at anything we do. You are not allowed to take part in our fun. Don't talk, don't even fucking breathe!"

It not only worked, I had to give him permission to breathe after he started turning blue.

I left him like that and went back to my harem. Which one to do first? Would it torture my father more to make him watch Betsy fingerfuck herself or not to let him watch, knowing that she was doing it? I decided on the latter.

"!Betsy, sit on this side of the table where Dad can only see your back and give yourself an orgasm with your fingers!"

Damn, she looked hot doing that! It made me feel so fucking good to know that my father was being denied the pleasure of watching something he knew was happening. Served the bastard right! He should have let me watch him humping mom a few times, or even let her suck my dick while he fucked her. There was plenty to go around. He was going to have a hell of a time getting laid around our house until I got tired of sleeping between two beautiful, completely obedient women. Could be a while, Jake.

The best part of this command voice thing was that it seemed to make the person completely obedient. They not only complied immediately with your wishes, but seemed to want to do so more than anything in the world.

"!Suck my dick now, Mom!"

I figured she was a pretty good cocksucker from some of the comments that had come my way through my bedroom wall. Dammit! I would put Dad in my old room so he could hear every time I fucked either or both of his women. I would teach the old fart who was in charge.

So far, I wasn't doing too bad, for a virgin. My cheerleader sister is a few feet away, plunging two or three fingers in and out of her swampy cunt and my mom has the head of my dick so far down her throat that her vocal cords are right beside the good part. When she starts to hum, so do I. I don't know if she's cumming, but I sure as hell know I am.

As many times as I have fantasized this experience and dreamed about it, asleep or awake, it was never once anywhere near as good as the way I felt now. I would have given up every secret my government owned, the last penny I had accrued, or even my life to have that feeling go on just a little bit longer. Unfortunately, my new voice did nothing to make my dick keep pumping after the first ten minutes or so. At least it didn't wilt.

I bent Betsy over the table and rammed a pretty hard chunk of meat up her slimy cunt. Damn, she was tight! She either wasn't getting fucked as often as she claimed or else those college studs didn't have the same equipment I was throwing into her. I figured that it would be best to fuck her on my second round because she would be tighter than Mom, and it seemed that this had been a good decision.

On the other hand, why should I assume anything when the other cunt in question was waiting meekly for instruction?

"!Mom. Get up here beside Betsy and let me compare your cunts!"

No sooner said than done. Now I was able to slam a few strokes into my beautiful sister and follow them up with a few more in my beautiful mother, for comparison. I decided that Betsy might be a bit tighter, but Mom really knew how to squeeze her cunt muscles, gripping my cock like she had a hand inside her pussy.

We fucked until they were too tired to stand any more and I had Dad serve our plates while my women and I sat and ate. They both had to eat with one hand, leaving the other free to play with me or themselves or each other.

When we finished eating, I had Mom and Betsy eat each other out before I took turns plugging their assholes.

After an evening of constant fucking, I commanded Dad to sleep in my bed and both women to accompany me to the master bedroom.

I could learn to like this shit! I woke up a few times during the night, with one or the other sucking my dick back erect or riding me like a bronco buster, then sank into a totally exhausted, dreamless sleep.

I awoke in my own bed, alone. Dad was hammering on my door.

"Didn't I know that some people had to go to work early around there?"

What the fuck? Hadn't I told him to sleep in my bed? I jumped up and ran downstairs in my boxers, not bothering to cover up. My morning painfulerection was sticking out the fly when I rounded the corner into the kitchen that looked exactly like it always had--not at all the way I remembered from last night.

Mom was getting breakfast ready in her flannel robe, like always. Sis was in her quilted robe that covered everything except her fucking eyelashes.

"!Take off your clothes and suck my dick!", I thundered in my best command voice.

"Don't be silly, dear. Put that thing away and sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."

"But I don't understand", I was speaking more to myself than anybody else. "It worked so well yesterday."

"Today's not your birthday, Bro."

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erosandpsycheerosandpsycheover 13 years ago

great ending...hilarious!

Hell_spawnHell_spawnover 14 years ago
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That sure was a suprice ending :-)

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