Bart stretched his muscular 6'1'' , 195 lbs. frame out on his bed and reached down to scratch his massive 12'' black cock. "Yeah," he said out loud to his girlfriend in the next room, " get your ass out here and service my dick or I'll slap you around some more-- got it bitch," he growled. As he waited for her to come in he thought about how it had been a while since he had heard from Duarte. Oh well, he figured no sweat his absence had given him time to 'break in' his latest woman. Nothing he liked better than bitch slapping some cunt unless it was some faggoty punk who salivated over his hot dark body even as Bart kicked his sorry ass. He was the most vicious of the bashers in the gang. "Damn pussies", he complained to no one in particular. "Hey bitch you coming or what?" he yelled out as he massaged his impressive ball sack. The bitches really get off on his equipment that's for sure he smirked to himself. Yeah, he was one hung, ballsy, mutherfucker all right! Where the hell was his pussy. His man sack needed juice taping bad. Bart was about to get off the bed to find his woman when the lights went off in the bedroom. Slowly a figure entered the darkened room Bart couldn't even make her out but figured she wanted it dark to hide the bruises from his last encounter with her.
"Okay girl my meats been waiting --- get on it! " he commanded as she knelt between his powerfully muscled legs and started blowing him.
"Hmmm nice," he stated as the shadowy image lapped his stiffing cock. Suddenly he felt fingers probing between his bubble butt.
"What the fuck you doing bitch", he growled, " do I look like a faggot"? In a flash he felt a finger insert something in his asshole then something wet inside of it. "What the hell is this shit", he roared as he sat up and hit the table lamp light. As his golden eyes adjusted to the light he saw to his shock that the figure was Eric! "What the shit..." he yelled as he realized that Eric had not only gone down on him but that he Bart, a man's man, had actually gotten hard while it happened.
"You lousy faggot I'll kill you" he roared. Bart tried to move but found that he couldn't. "What the hell did you do man", he screamed as he stared at Eric who remained silent with a vacant look in his eyes.
"Oh he just inserted a powerful paralyzing agent up your ass," said a voice from the next room. "I promise it will wear off quickly but you will be immobilized just long enough to be--shall we say readjusted. Oh yeah, your 'bitch' said fuck off too". "When this wears off you punk bastard I'm going to readjust your freaking clock you hear me," Bart screamed. A guy Bart had never seen before came out of the next room .The guy walked up real close and just stared at Bart.
"We'll see stud," he snickered as he got face to face with Bart till all the helpless black gang banger could see was the guy's eyes. "You look tired," the guy said as he locked eyes with the enraged muscular hunk. "Yes very tired"
"Never mind fucking tired you asshole.....I'll get you ," Bart replied as he stared into the man's brown eyes.
"I've been told my eyes have a relaxing effect. Do you feel it?" the man asked.
"Fuck you!" Bart exploded.
"No it will be the other way around before long," the man chuckled.
Bart glared at the man with pure hatred not knowing that eye contact was what the man wanted most.
"It's ok," the voice repeated in a soothing monotone. "It's okay." Bart couldn't figure out what this man was up to. By street instinct he knew to just keep the guy in his line of vision. Never let the other guy slip by you. Keep him in sight. His eyes will tell you what move he intends. Focus on them, and you will know how to strike. All logical street tactics that Bart's years in the neighborhood had kept him the victor in any gang bangs. Unfortunately not the best tactic in this case however. Bart just stared and waited for the move, never realizing it was being made all along! As he kept eyes riveted on the man's eyes Bart heard the man's monotone voice droning on and on about Bart being tired and how he really wanted to listen to this guy. It was saturating the unconscious portion of Bart's brain with instructions. Bart active mind ignored them but his unconscious part, and his control center as well, was taking it all in!
After a while Bart felt woozy from staring at the guys eyes. This was weird he thought but, as he continued to stare, he felt a growing warmth inside of him. The man noticed the change as the gang boy's facial muscles relaxed. "Feel okay son." the voice asked.
"Ain't your....son", Bart slurred.
"But you are a mama’s boy. In fact it’s your mama you see now right," the voice suggested. Duarte had filled the man in on Bart's one weakness. Only Duarte knew that the big tough gay bashing stud was a true mama's boy. Time to use it to get him but good!
"Mama...that you...." Bart asked trying to clear his head and his vision to no avail!
"Its your mama ...boy you don't see me?", the voice inquired in a hurt tone.
Bart eyes began a rapid series of blinking as his mind, now soaked with the guy's voice, reprocessed the suggestion to imprint Bart's mom's face in front of his eyes!
"What's going on mama," the powerless stud said confusedly.
"Good boy. That’s my baby." the voice cooed. "How are you feeling child?"
"Feel funny mama," Bart sighed. "like I'm falling into a deep brown pool"! In truth the pool Bart felt himself falling deeper into was the man's warm brown pupils.
"Shhh Bart you are falling into mamas eyes," the man murmured to the prone gang member, "now you listen to mama and don't give me no sas."
"No mama...no sas......." sighed Bart as his eye lids began to blink rapidly in surrender. "What's...thappening..mama."
"Just relax Bart," he replied, "you need to relax right!"
"Rethax...so tharm in your theyes..", moaned Bart as he fell deep into that brown ocean he saw.
"That's right give it up to mama", the voice demanded as the Bart's pupils began to widen in defeat.
"Giveth it upth....yeath..." , Bart' agreed as the last of his resistance collapsed. He was one gone stud now.
"You are a good mamas' boy right?" inquired the voice,
"Yesth..." agreed the zapped muscled hunk as he nodded.
"You always listen to mama," the man inquired.
"I listen to my mama," Bart agreed firmly.
"Mama thinks you’re thirsty too," laughed the voice as the once all hetero gang banger nodded in agreement to the suggestion.
"Thirsthy…yes.....mama." he sighed.
"Eric," the voice commanded, " give him some juice from that bottle." With that Eric straddled Bart and pressed his hard cock against the now flying stud's lips. Bart felt Eric's cock pressing on his lips. He hesitated for a second." Now you do as mama says boy. Open your mouth now; you be a good boy for mama and drink it all down!"
"Yes mama," he replied quickly.
In a flash, Bart's mouth fully opened and he began licking away at Eric's cock. Soon the room was filled with Bart's muffled slurping sounds as the out of this world faggot hater slurped away on his first cock. In a few moments Eric let out a roar and shot his wad deep into Bart's vacuuming throat. As Eric withdrew his deflated rod Bart's tongue was still licking his lips like he has just dined on mother's milk. He gazed woozily up at his mama, a huge grin of contentment on his handsome dark face. "Thanks mama that tasted good".
"Close your eyes and rest Bart," chuckled the man as he watched the former gang's chief basher fall off into a deep sleep. The last of the cast he thought, and the jewel of them all at that, as he contemplated the sculpted hunk laid out cold before him. The next few hours were happily spent rewiring Bart’s brain to teach him the joys of oral and anal sex with men.
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The next few hours were spent with the 'cast' of the play deepening their trance state to completely obliterate their will to get them ready for their theatrical debut. Invitations to all their bashing 'victims' to meet at an abandoned theatre were already in the mail! It should be great fun letting each of them play with the cast! Their debut would be caught on film and given to the other gang members. Duarte and Bart would get a fittingly proper gang justice! As for Eric, well keeping him training him, and rewiring him into a permanent new sexual orientation made much better sense. There was something about the new Eric that was too adorable to lose--probably that goofy smile he always had now after giving a blowjob. Yes, Eric and he would just disappear from the neighborhood. Hey, guy deserves to collect some agent's fee right. Now however, it was 'on with the show!
The End