CYOTF (Human)

Yes - Danny says Yes, he'll be the judge

...Danny says: Yes


"You really want me to 'judge' you guys? I don't know how to skateboard, and I don't know anything about skateboarding or um ... skateboarder rules! Absolutely nothing."

Miguel chuckled, and sweeping long strands of errant hairs from his face, said, "Then shit, dudes, count me in, man!"

"That's why it's mad perfect!" Ryan stated. "The only thing you can judge us on is how good whatever you see us do is, dude. It don't matter you don't know, Danny ... Daniel, all that matters is how good, how sick 'you' thought we was ... for you! Get it?"

Daniel nodded. "I-I guess. If that's what you really want then I--"

"No!" Vien interrupted, reaching down and collecting his gear. "What 'you' want not us. You've gotta tell us who you thinks' the best. That's it! Simple, bro. Oh, and also give all of us equal time and equal attention, too. No favorites, no favors, no things that make the comp unfair for any one of us, either. We want fairness. It's gotta be a fair competition, so you just say what looks sick, who looked the best, and then tell us who you wanna pick #1 outta all of us for top dog."

Instinctively checking his watch, seeing it was only 7:43 AM, Daniel looked at the five teens and realized he had no plans for the entire day, the entire weekend really, and recalled what he had thought back at his empty house about wanting a change in his life. Judging these fascinating young skateboarders on a warm Saturday morning might even be the start of something big. He checked his cell for messages, and then shut it off.

"Let him pick the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th places, too, Vien!" Miguel suggested, and pulled a well-worn Volcum beanie from his backpack and slipped it on his head. "Then there's no fightin', no disputin' abou' who #2 is, or 3, 4, even #5, bro. Know what I'm sayin'?"

"Amazing," Ty mumbled, and wrapped his arm around the Latino's shoulder. "El Diablo doesn't wanna fight with someone? Okay, who the hell are you, dude, and what the hell have you freaking done with the real Miguel Martinez, amigo?"

Okito Takahashi heard the displaced East LA orphaned ghetto boy's idea, like Ty's, and immediately wished he'd thought of it himself. Depending on how fast it went with this one, and he was certainly the oldest and riskiest Vien had ever invited, Miguel's simple idea would give all of them a chance if Vien had a bad day. And the guy would pick the two he chose for himself, unknowingly. The best skater, and the worst.

The 3 middle ranks would still have to wait if it happened overnight, or not at all, Oki thought. "Miguel's got a great idea for once, guys," Oki said. "Let him pick both!"

"Okay, I'll do it!" Daniel said, wondering if there was a water fountain or a snack bar somewhere within the park. He needed water or a sports drink if this was going to take three hours. "Is there a water fountain or a juice bar inside there? I'll pay if you boys want anything. Too humid out to be without liquids, and I didn't bring--"

"Got you covered, bro," Ryan Bentley III interrupted, and propped the mini camouflage cooler in his backpack open. He handed a 20oz wet plastic bottle filled with partially frozen pale blue liquid to Daniel. "Just remember who supplied you when you're judging me, dude. Hint hint."

"No can do, Ryan," Daniel said, jiggling the chilled bottle in front of the emerald-eyed teenager. Damn those green eyes are intense, Daniel thought. "No bribes permitted to the thirsty judge, um ... right, dude?"

Ryan smiled, flashing his bright white perfect teeth. He shook his shaggy head, waved off Daniel's attempted bottle return, and said, "Dudes! You hear him now saying 'dude,' already? I friggin' love this guy already, man! Let's go skate."

As Daniel passed through the entrance in Rainbow Park's gate, conversations momentarily ceased, several skateboards dropped to the ground or rolled off unattended, heads and eyes turned in his direction, and then within a couple of seconds everything resumed as though his adult presence had suddenly become unimportant.

The skateboarding competition lasted the full 3-hour 'session,' and Daniel learned new skater lingo and odd slang expressions for things ranging from the names used for the police who drove by each hour, the donut shop, bacon, or 5-0--although 5-0 also referred to a rear only truck grind and a 50-50, a grind on both trucks that many skaters seemed hell-bent to learn and Miguel was a pro doing, even injured--to even the air itself. For them, air meant height, and getting the most air seemed to be nearly every one of these flipping and high flying skater kids' own personally dangerous obsession.

Thoroughly spellbound by their competition, Daniel had watched the 5 skilled teenagers that he'd agreed to 'judge' with increasing fascination for each teen. For Daniel, it had been as exhausting and challenging to judge their individual styles, risky flips or grinds, and then somehow rank them, as if he had jumped on a board and tried to do any one of those amazing tricks they had performed, himself. But his strange new sexual thoughts and the bizarre erotic daydreams he had been having throughout their contest were also unexplainable, and exciting. He was nearly as sweaty and quiet as they had become by the end of their competition.

Sitting in the shade of a tall evergreen, waiting for them to return from visiting their other friends, finding each other afterward, and disappearing into the restrooms, again, Daniel uncapped the lemon-flavored sports drink Vien had drained almost halfway before handing him the bottle. He took another pull of the lukewarm cloudy fluid, hoping that it might snap him out of the drowsy haze he'd been feeling for the past 30-minutes.

Daniel began thinking about the morning's events, all the thrills that he had seen and felt watching them, Oki's comedy acts, and that only moment of discomfort from Miguel's strange outburst just before they had started their competition this morning, growing sluggish and more tired the longer he spent waiting for them to return.

Oki was actually a funny kid when he wasn't trying to act real smart or more mature than his age, although Daniel now felt an unfamiliar laid-back nature within himself and even welcomed the carefree attitude it gave to nearly everything he thought about, including their immaturity, ages, twisted jokes, and random weird behavior ever since he had asked the grungy, blue-eyed Latino, Miguel, about himself, and also how old he, Vien, and the others were in their group.

He and Miguel had sat down against the shady west-facing side of a barn-sized restroom building, The Barn, they called it, guarding backpacks and skateboards, 'just in case someone scopes our assets,' Oki yelled from the door closing behind him--although nobody could see them with the blocked views of the park it created--and had left both of them silently waiting for the others to do their restroom business before they were ready to begin their skate competition.

Miguel freaked. "We didn't ask you how old you was, did we, old man? The fuck you ask me for? Go ask them. Or you offerin' to score us some beers? Cigarettes? Maybe some drugs we don't need, neither, 'cause we don't smoke no poison shit, man, okay, a little home grown, but none of us do drugs, old man, so unless you wanna know like me don't go askin' me abou' my story 'cause you don't fuckin' really wanna know ... or would you?"

As the Latino leaped to his feet and took a few steps as if to run off, Daniel's shocked response initially was to stand up, prepared to leave. But as Miguel turned around, his eyes were watery, tears beginning to fall, and he sort of stumbled forward into Daniel and wrapped both arms tightly around him, sobbing uncontrollably. Daniel raised his own arms, resting one hand against the top of Miguel's hat, his other hand compelled to keep stroking at the soft moist hairs below it once he had started, just like his own dad had comforted him--the only time in Daniel's entire life--when he tossed the handful of dirt into the ground on the day he'd buried Jane. Miguel's sobs had echoed with those same gut-wrenching gasps for a breath of air just like Daniel's had 12 years earlier.

When his sobs subsided, Miguel raised his head, and whispered, "I didn't mean it, I get fucked up sometimes. I'm sorry abou' what I said, Danny. Mi madre she ... she's with God, now, and then I ran 'cause they try placin' me in a messed up halfway home for some 17 year old drug addict boys place, and then I get here and my aunt she say, 'no go away' and then ... and then when Vien invited me in he taught me one little thin' abou' how to do somethin' to make guys forget, too. So you won't say nothin' to them, okay?"

Daniel had started to pull away, to tell Miguel he understood, that everything would be okay. Without warning the teen pulled him closer, pressing tighter up against him and burrowing his face to the front of Daniel's throat as his hand snaked down between their shorts. Daniel felt him begin tugging at himself, anxiously working at the front of his own crotch without fear of apparent discovery or even retaliation. Daniel pulled back more vigorously, dislodging Miguel's hat from his head, and the fouled sweaty smell that assaulted him was as nasty and overwhelming as the filthy long hairs that had splashed their oily dripping blackish-brown strands onto his neck and face.

Daniel had forcefully pulled himself free on the third attempt. Racing inside the Boys' restroom, staring at an empty corridor with at least 20 open doors of unoccupied private changing-room bathroom stalls on either side, Daniel plowed inside the closest and turned on the cold tap, smearing handfuls of ice cold water liberally over his neck and face to clean off the oily sweat that had dripped on him from Miguel's dirty hair. He swished a salty-sweet taste from his mouth, too, swallowing mouthfuls of icy water to rinse away the potent flavor. And Daniel wasn't sure why his cock was semi-erect, and tender, but rather than becoming stiffer from a growing erection, he was going limp from what felt just like post-ejaculation. There wasn't any semen discharged inside his silk boxers, fortunately, not even any indication of leakage around the swollen mushroom head of his cock as far as he could tell. Daniel had shrugged his shoulders, completely perplexed and a little disoriented by what had happened, and exiting the restroom, he had spotted Miguel, Ryan, and the Japanese kid beside their backpacks and skateboards, throwing what looked like a purple condom at each other.

"You about to bust a nut over there, bro?" Tyler questioned, biting at a blade of grass with his front teeth. His legs were loosely folded and tucked yoga-style in front of him, his own reacting boner concealed below the bottom folds of the oversized dark blue sweat-stained T-shirt he was wearing.

Daniel shuddered, squinting from the sudden brightness. "Bust a what?" he asked, and massaged his temples. It was at that moment he felt the erection stretching the fabric of his snug gray shorts with an undeniable bulge at his left leg. He sat up and turned toward the familiar voice, and said, "Who me?"

Spitting out the bitter grass, Tyler said, "No, the other guy sporting mad wood sleeping behind you, dude. Yeah, you!"

Daniel reached down and shifted his swollen growth as though merely attempting to adjust himself. "No, I um ... was just thinking about something from this morning, but I can't exactly remember quite everything. It's like some parts are, I don't know, missing."

"Some fine young lady friend I'd say considering that arousing snake you've got going on thinking about her, bro. Must've been real satisfying, though, whoever she was."

Daniel swallowed fire. "Um, ya'," he said hoarsely, his throat parched. He grabbed the plastic bottle in front of him and drained the warm remains. "Right. Satisfying."

But Daniel had not been thinking about some fine young lady friend. He'd been thinking about the morning's events, specifically Miguel's breakdown and perverse behavior. The Latino had unleashed his history in so much detail it seemed like Daniel could even see inside Miguel's past and squalid childhood home, and feel the boy's pain and loss of his cancer-stricken mother, his forced relocation from an East LA ghetto to the halfway home full of gang members and drug-dealing addicts, running away, hitchhiking cross-country to an aunt on the East Coast who had said, 'no go away you were never even his' as if to a stranger as she slammed the door in his filthy and destitute 17 year old needy face.

Daniel stared at the teen seated across from him. Despite Tyler's platinum blond hair, his face bore the unmistakable shadow of shaving and a beard; though so faint, it looked as if his suntanned skin rarely felt a razorblade on any frequent schedule. His ice-blue eyes had locked on Daniel's groin, quickly turning away only after he had realized Daniel noticed his long stare. And Daniel's uncooperative snake had in fact slightly thickened with its shifted position off his leg to the front of his briefs, giving the unexpectedly homosexual or bisexual teenager an unintentional and unobstructed view of his crotch.

Instead of feeling uncomfortable with the blonds' obvious interest, Daniel was pleasantly surprised and almost flattered by the deliberate attention. He never questioned his own sexual preference, and it was never something that he even doubted or considered during his entire 55 years of life. His sexuality was definitively straight and exclusive for the opposite sex. Even if the attractive teenager in front of him didn't have that full head of beautiful, light blond wind-swept hair, or lift his T-shirt in a feigned stretch to expose his firm 6-pack and sparkling golden pleasure trail disappearing beneath that drawstring waistband of his shorts, or try persuading him with the sizeable tent formed at the front of them, Daniel couldn't imagine himself ever having any relations or even any sexual contact with the platinum blond young male.

Daniel liked dark-haired women.

But as foreign as the new laid-back personality he had adopted felt, Daniel embraced the attention from the blonds' attempts without concern. Tyler was simply flirting with him by checking out his package, and flaunting his own. And Daniel didn't even question how he knew Tyler Quinn and Vien Ngo were both 19 years old, or that Ryan Bentley was 18, or that the youngest of them, Miguel Martinez was 17, and the Japanese kid who looked about 16, Okito Takahashi, was really 18 despite his continuous jokes that he had once been a tall 19 year old Greek kid who delivered pizza's.

"Dude! You're gettin' me all trippy from thinkin', again," Tyler said, using the front of his T-shirt like a towel to wipe perspiration from his face. "Hey, Ryan! Where did they go to take a piss? The Barn, again?"

Daniel glanced at the long restroom building on the opposite side of the park, and then at Ryan, now shirtless, seated nearby with his back toward them.

Ryan Bentley sat on the grass about 6 feet away, quietly talking to a boy in his early teens with copper red hair and a face full of freckles. He raised his near empty bottle of water above the boy's head, laughed at something the boy had said, and then dumped its contents onto his own head, shaking his sandy mop of dripping wet hair like a dog. The boy stood up and clutched his D3 skateboard beneath his arm like a briefcase, obviously displeased, and ran off to rejoin a group of 3 younger redheads slowly exiting the park, each wearing bright yellow skateboard shorts, multiple plastic and rubber bracelets on their wrist's, and black, loose-fitting silk muscle shirts matching his exact outfit.

"Here they come now, dude," Ryan said, and wildly tousled his uncontrollable sandy blond hair into its naturally shaggy mop. "Got your decision who won, Danny? And the other ranks, too, bro?"

Shaking his head to clear the increasing fog inside it made the fuzzy sensations even worse, and Daniel shielded his eyes, nodded slowly. "I do, yeah. It wasn't real easy, but I think I've come up with some pretty fair ranks, man. For a newbie."

"Ah, well keep your panties on till they get here, newb," Tyler said, and made clicking sounds inside his mouth. "The first three horsemen finally arrive!"

"Who you be callin' a horse?" Miguel asked, hurriedly tackling Tyler from behind. He circled around him and dropping down, pinned him to the ground, straddling the blonds' groin. "Whoa, dude, it's ... whoa! And you's callin' me a horse?"

"Damn, Miguel! Don't you know when to quit already?" Vien asked, sitting next to their boards and backpacks in the space beside both riotously laughing teen's, and between Ryan and Daniel. He intentionally pushed Tyler's leg with his foot, rocking it. "Sorry that took us so long. Miguel's never quick drainin' his fat brown python, is he, Oki?"

Oki sat down alongside Ryan, nervously looking from Miguel to Vien.

Miguel laughed harder, holding Ty's wrists down. "Yeah, like you was done quick, Vien, and don't you dare answer that, Oki, or you're next on my burp list."

"I wouldn't do it, Miguel," Vien giggled, knowing why Tyler wasn't resisting what was about to happen. He had instantly noticed the blonds' bulging tent on their return, and between the sweaty Latino sitting on it, and his rocking foot, Tyler was likely at full mast, and couldn't stop laughing. "Payback's a juicy one sometimes, Miguel."

But Miguel was already leaning forward, holding his open mouth above Tyler's mouth and nose, and released one of the most disgusting and lengthiest, hilarious throaty belches Daniel had ever heard, straight into the blonds' twisting and cringing, chuckling face.

"Enough, okay ... stop!" Tyler pleaded, and twisted his head more frantically to escape. He just didn't want Miguel getting up from his lap because his cock was so hard now it protruded several inches above his waistband. "I give, dude. You win! This time."

"Say it or I climb off," Miguel whispered into Ty's ear. "Then everyone see it, too."

Tyler surrendered, loudly shouting, "Latino power! Latinos da balls, man!"

"If you babies are done," Vien said, and quickly continued before either of them had responded, "maybe you wanna give Danny some respect and listen? Sorry, man. Those two still think they're little 12 year old boys sometimes."

"Sorry!" both teenagers said together, giggling timidly.

The temperatures and sunlight within Rainbow Park, filtered by the tall evergreens and several 100+ year old spruce and large oak trees that surrounded it on 3 sides, had remained fairly comfortable and tolerable through the early morning hours. But it was now 11:04 AM, and as the black asphalt began to cook, heated currents were starting to build and rise upwards through the air, chasing away the resilient juvenile invaders.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Daniel knew he needed to look somewhat alert even if he felt like stretching out and just falling asleep for a month, or three. He didn't think his increased arousal or sleepiness was from dehydration or heat stroke, not after 3 of those blue sport drinks Ryan gave him, or that lemon-flavored drink Vien had shared with him. But whatever his sudden horniness was from, Daniel wasn't even feeling as excited or aroused as the half erect hard-on he had between his legs suggested.

"Well, bro?" Ryan questioned, awkwardly pulling his damp Army shirt back on. "Tell us what we ranked and who you're gonna pick for # 1 top dog, Danny."

Danny cleared his throat, and then said, "Everyone was amazing out there, and watching all of you was mind-blowing for me. Ranking you guys was a lot more difficult than I expected, but I'm sure everyone agrees Vien was ... awesome. So I have to pick Vien as the '# 1 top dog' in first place, and Ryan, your flips and pipe tricks gave you # 2 for second place."

"Oh yeah, baby," Ryan said, high-fiving Oki and Vien.

"You almost had me crapping inside my shorts on all of those upside-down invert things every time, Ryan. Tyler and um ... Oki. You guys are both great but Tyler's jokes and comical shouted antics whenever he bailed from his verts were funnier, so I gave Tyler third place. Sorry, Oki, I gave you fourth, man. Miguel. You got injured so early on you said yourself you had a rough day. If you had pulled off that grind thing on those dual handrails when Oki said you got 'nutted,' and then not suffer the 'ass knife' with your board minutes later, you would have been able to skate better, uninjured, and be in either second or third place instead of last, man. I'm sorry, Miguel."

Miguel leaped off Tyler, actually smiling eagerly, and said, "Don't be, man. I'm mad down with last place with this contest today, Danny. More than you know, man."

"Then you still accept, Miguel?" Vien questioned, surprised by the boy's reaction. He grabbed his skateboard and stood up. "And you accept whatever I decide without fighting, even if it doesn't work? If it works, you would have to share everything. Not just the stuff you no want no more, either. You're still smiling. No argument?"

"I know you make it work," Miguel answered. "No arguments. I trust you, Vien."

Vien was the only person in the world Miguel really trusted. And he guessed Vien would certainly know what his older and now hot muscular Latino teenage skater body and cock would want since he had been the one to change his darker Salvadoran and Mexican blended features from the 12 year old runaway he had been a year earlier, into the physique of a
lighter-skinned 17 year old homosexual Mexican teenager. Unfortunately, Vien had chosen to leave his personality and intelligence intact, saving Miguel's memories and childlike habits, but also unknowingly sealing his occasional emotional outbursts, daydreams, and
nightmares inside his now boyishly reasoning brain with an older teenage body's sexually
raging hormones and much more disgusting and filthy sexual fetishes. And Vien wasn't even aware of Miguel's less common bed-wetting nightmares.

Ryan lifted his camo backpack, and staring at Danny, asked, "Ah, are you falling asleep there, dude? Hey! Danny! Danny? You alive, bro?"

"What? Huh?" Daniel mumbled, opening his eyes quickly. The sunlight blazed like fiery white explosions in his eyes. "I-I oh! You're all back. I um ... didn't I just tell everyone their ranks? Wait a minute. I did. Right? Damn. I gotta get back home or I'm going to be sleeping right here, man. I feel so damn tired. Shit!"

"Don't freak, dude," Vien stated, signaling Tyler and Ryan closer. "My boys will help you get up. They won't mind helpin' you get where you're goin'. Will you, boys?"

Danny grabbed hold of Ryan's hand in front of him, thankful for the help getting to his feet. His head felt foggy as a cloud, and heavy as a sandbag. As Ryan slipped Danny's right arm across his shoulder, and Ryan's arm slipped underneath Danny's, Tyler repeated Ryan's supporting embrace on his body's left side. Under normal circumstances, Daniel would never have allowed such intimate physical contact and closeness from two sweating teenagers to escort him from the park. Except his legs felt weak and he doubted that he would have even been able to stand up very long without their support. Their distinctly different scents and heated body's compression against the sides of his own had supplied a sweet, pungent sharp muskiness with each inhaled breath, but strangely, he didn't seem to dislike the strong odor. It was almost enjoyable, and actually a bit arousing. Danny watched the grasses turn to cement sidewalk, to the fresh blacktop of a street passing under his feet before he had even thought or remembered to look back up.

"Where are we going?" Danny asked, slurring his words and unable to clearly focus on anything to the right or left side of the street. "I-I think we ... we went the wrong way, guys."

"We're bringing you back to our place, Danny," Vien's voice stated from just behind the trio. "I had to check your wallet to find out where you live, but we live closer, and you not walking so good anyhow. So I decide maybe I just make you become family without even asking, and they all agree you need to come with us by force or not by force since you even pick our ranks. And with me your top dog, Danny, you not want leave once you join my family. I was going to let you remember almost everything, too, until I--"

"He fell asleep again, Vien," Tyler interrupted, turning Daniel's face toward his own. Tyler giggled, quickly shaking his head backward and to the side, whipping the hairs at the side of his head right across Danny's face. "How many of them triazo-things you put in his lemon water, Vien? He's like major zonked out, dude. Jeeze! He already has a nice stiff boner, too. That other Asian stuff's gonna last long enough inside him so I can have my turn I hope."

"Everyone might get to have two turns," Vien stated, and wondered if spitting two pills in the sport drink started working on Danny faster than needed. The 'other Asian stuff' called Tongkat Ali was strong, and he was probably going to stay aroused longer than the lone sleeping
pill's effect would last. But Vien didn't want him sleeping through the physical parts, or miss watching and feeling any of his transforming body's remarkable changes. He already knew almost every exact physical detail and difference Danny would experience with the outcome he intended now that he had finally captured a suitable male worthy of sharing his genetics, someone who would also give him back the one stolen from him so long ago--at age 7--in a boating tragedy visiting their shared birthplace.

"I'll go open up the front door and put the lights on," Oki shouted, racing ahead and across their tiny lawn. He dashed inside, dropped the gear he carried, and turned both Vien's bedroom and overhead hall lights on, then returned to stay out of the way outside the front door. "They're on, Vien! You want me to cook breakfast for everyone?"

Vien nodded at the cute little kitchen magician as he stepped passed him outside. Okito Takahashi stood only 5'5" tall, but could transform 6 eggs, a loaf of white bread, and a few pounds of hamburg into an awesome tasting meatloaf. Fortunately, grocery money was no longer a problem for Vien's expanding family with the money-making pornography website that he developed with the Japanese computer geek. Their unofficial cook could also whip up bacon, eggs, pancakes, coffee, muffins, and very likely freshly squeezed orange juice within a half hour, even with interruption. 9 months ago, he transformed Oki, a 19 year old 6'6" Greek delivery boy into his 18 year old Asian masterpiece, and the boy was his most talented, brightest young creation, yet. But almost everything Oki
now understood and learned was either copied from the mind's of all the teenage boys and adult males he ever prostituted, or siphoned out of them by a painful oral feast, an incantation-like extraction trick Vien had taught him to get their useful information, and exchanging it with some other individual's transferred intelligence, memories, personality, or desire, and leaving whatever remnants of their previous awareness Vien allowed them to retain.

Vien initially targeted Danny because of his salt-and-pepper hair, and he had planned to simply obtain some information from the adult's brain, and then alter the man's memories and thoughts to make him forget everything he had seen by turning him into a sexy young, teenage skaterboy old enough for porn stardom. But having an attorney's knowledge would be very helpful, and Vien's plans often changed, and once he got to watch the guy with his boys, old memories returned, and plans changed.

"Just set him down on my bed," Vien said, and followed the two teens into his bedroom. His bedroom windows were covered with light-blocking curtains to eliminate the sunlight from entering, but even with lights on, Vien's bedroom was dark. "Drape his legs over the edge, yeah, that's good, perfect. Okay. Go get some breakfast for yourselves, and tell the others we begin soon. You ranked second place, Ryan, so we'll start with you. Tyler you're third, so right after him. One of you should also tell Oki and Miguel they follow, in that order, and then all of us may need a second turn. And Tyler! Tell Oki he needs about 3 hours with me from maybe 3 to 6 today."

Closing his bedroom door, Vien turned off the overhead lights, and then one of two desk lamps, suitably darkening the 20' x 20' bedroom. He set his computer program to begin recording, verified the cameras activated, and then stepped over to the man sprawled out across his bed. Vien looked down at the man about to change every lost moment they had never shared together, remembering every missing day, every month and every year that he was not there with him. His em trai, his little brother. Never again, Vien thought, trembling.

"Please forgive me for doing this to you, Daniel," Vien whispered. "But I must have him back, in you, and in you he will be alive again, with me. Cam o'n, my brother. Thank you, my brother."

But Vien also remembered what his own young new family had been asking him to create for them every week. And like many other gay teens, each of them wanted either a completely submissive, or completely dominating horny sexy boyfriend with all their exact opposite sexual lusts to match their own sexual needs.

Both Tyler and Oki wanted a dominant top to control their more submissive personalities, although Tyler's request for an extreme sadist and leather master was easily avoided by converting some obnoxious skater boy from the park into just that for all his bondage or over-the-top torture films. Oki preferred skinny, Emo-styled long-haired teens, geeks, and pimpled nerds. Ryan stated his passive 'dreamy-boy' boyfriend would be a very young military cadet, even a pre-teen, or a near twin of himself with a short cropped flattop haircut, but no foreskin. Miguel wanted a submissive playful teen with jet-black hair shiny as Vien's, Oki's same long tongue and young boy looks, but Tyler's lengthy cock or big balls, or both. Vien's boyfriend dreams had completely changed over two years ago because he could simply manipulate any teen into whatever look or appearance, and even sexual craving his brain decided he wanted them to have at the time.

Unfortunately, his unnatural abilities--wherever they came from on the day he injured himself at Rainbow Park shortly after it had opened--were virtually unlimited, but only once on any male teenager he ever transformed.

Except himself.

It was different with a female, and most young children, and a complete unknown with an adult. Females and children were difficult to transform even once, and once changed he discovered he was only able to make them grow a few years older 1 more time.

And all of the physical and mental changes that he made to a teenager were permanent the instant they sealed their changes with an ejaculation for a male, an orgasm in females, and seemingly, each of the pre-teenage boys and girls he made into teenagers also became homosexuals just like the teens that he transformed.

Vien only discovered the strange flaw after the third young boy he transformed, a fat little 8 year old Chinese boy, who kissed him when he transformed the kid into a slender 12 year old Irish boy with spiky black hair and blue eyes. He allowed the boy to retain his memories, telling the boy to signal him at the end of the day if he wished to change back into his prior 8 year old fat Chinese body. The boy signaled early, unlike both 10 year old Latino boys he turned into 10 year old white boys, and the 12 year old, although happy, said, 'I miss my twin brother and want to be changed back, now,' and as Vien used his abilities to transform him back, the cute young Irish boy remained a cute 12 year old Irish boy. Vien tried over and over again, but it was pointless. The Chinese boy was now permanently an Irish boy. But Vien told the boy he had the solution.

An hour later, the boy signaled him to the park restrooms with a fat Chinese boy asking streams of questions about where his twin brother was. And Vien lead the 8 year old to the same bathroom stall he had always used, and gave the 12 year old Irish boy his twin back with a few successful major personality changes to the newer twin, and then added a few years to both of them.

Even now, 2 years later, he would see the two Irish twins sneaking into the skate park restrooms to do all those things planted inside that second twin's sex-craving brain to anyone that chose to use stall # 13's well-known glory hole.

Feeling the now engorged shaft in his boxer shorts, Vien reached down and peeled off his moist tank top and tossed it on the bed beside Danny. Maybe that should make your first item of new clothing, he thought, and glanced at his red shorts and at the flimsy double leg pocket cement-gray shorts Danny was wearing. Those would look better dark red with some skater tags on the side of both legs, maybe ... like that. Danny's cell phone had relocated from the removed leg pocket of his shorts to the bamboo table alongside Vien's bed, along with the nylon sports wallet and $20 bill from his other pockets as his gray shorts became dark blood red Element board shorts. Vien let a sneaky grin spread across his lips as Danny's noticeable tent went from plain to fiery hot bulge. Mine should be on you, Vien decided, and their shorts and briefs were instantly transferred onto each other's comparably bulging groins. The warm moisture against the tip of Vien's erection suddenly spread into an enlarged wet circle in the silk boxers that he was now wearing, but Vien's leaking precum had also left
an apple sized stain where Danny's mushroom head visibly pressed its now moistened tip into the dark wet spot of cum Vien leaked below the clasp on his Element board shorts. And replacing the Harvard symbol on Danny's T-shirt with an Element graphic, turning the shirt's color from maroon to white, Vien felt the dampened material at both armpits press to his armpits even as his own shirt settled on Danny's torso. Danny's black Nike's switched into new Black and red Osiris skate shoes with red shoelaces, and then appeared on Vien's feet, shrinking to size 8 over two white crew socks shrinking to damp white ankle socks. Vien's own black and red Osiris's grew to size 12 as they appeared around Danny's feet over moist, no show ankle socks.

"Now your outfit my skate boy clothes, Danny," Vien stated, letting the idea slide into Danny's drugged numb brain. He knew Oki's cruel and lengthy mind-slurping sloppy feast, although completely unnecessary to include the mouth-to-mouth part other than to further humiliate a conscious donor, or simply to produce a link between unconscious victims and Oki's oral fetish as he transmitted someone else's drained knowledge, passions, memories, and in some boys, entirely recreated personalities, would nearly spoil Danny's own brain forever. But it would also give Vien what he needed to have again, and provide one of his boys the closest approximation of a passive boyfriend to satisfy every one of the teen's own distinct sexual lusts.

Removing both his own new skater clothes and Danny's new outfit with a simple thought, 'remove clothing' each item instantly accumulated on the carpeted floor at Vien's feet. His 8" erection, freed from its damp confines, now pointed straight out from the jungle of dense black pubic hair at his crotch below his solidly muscled ripped abdomen. Vien looked at Danny's exposed hard shaft, and saw the swollen length was about 10" long, and pressed upward against a curly, reddish-brown nest of pubes, its large mushroom's head nearly touching his navel. It looked as thick as Tyler's big boy cock. He picked up their clothing and dumped it onto the bed, out of the way, as he crouched down between Danny's legs.

Vien wrapped his hand around Danny's large cock and gave it a few hard strokes. The man didn't flinch, didn't even make a sound as he leaned down, closed his mouth around the monster penis, and started sucking. Surprisingly, Danny erupted down his throat within just a few plunges up and down the hard shaft, unleashing an ejaculation far larger than he expected. Vien continued nursing the stiffness, milking its salty spurted fluids for several more minutes before rising from his knees. He thought clothes, and in seconds was dressed in his new dark red board shorts, white Element T-shirt, and Osiris'. Danny changed the silky boxers color to red, made them a little tighter at his thin waist, and then moved over to his computer and saved his video recording, and turned the desk lamp to low, making his room far darker. He remembered something else that needed correction, and transferring the man's expensive foreign watch to the fire-resistant safe inside his desk, he added two thin black leather bands, two twisted black rope bands, and two more black leather bands onto Danny's other wrist. He also considered a few tattoos and some body piercings, but decided he could save those for later and headed to the door to get some of that bacon he could smell before the boys ate it all.

The moment Ryan saw Vien enter the kitchen he grabbed a handful of bacon and stood up, eager to satisfy another of his appetites. Vien's nod was all he needed, and without a word, he made his way toward Vien's dark bedroom, stuffing the juicy strips of bacon inside his mouth and devouring them noisily.

Ryan barely finished chewing before he got busy.

Danny was in the middle of a stimulating and erotic dream when he thought he could feel a woman gently tugging at his stiff and severely erect cock. Unlike his erection, his arms were completely non-responsive, too heavy to lift or even move. He knew he should feel concerned, or at least curious why he couldn't move his limbs, but the sensations at his stiff cock were just too enjoyable and arousing to care. The soft warm hand around him was suddenly replaced with an exceptionally warm and slippery wet mouth, pulling up and sliding down to the base of his cock with such a tight and pleasurable grasp he was not going to last long before giving the talented new call-girl a mouthful. He sensed the approaching release but was already drifting back into the remnants of his earlier dream even as his cock began to throb and uncontrollably shoot its sizeable ejaculation.

Ryan had managed to time his own climax within seconds of Danny's, and violently pumping at his cock, he blasted a good size load upward onto the man's legs and thighs and even encouraged the erection in his mouth through multiple more spasms until his own finished. Using the small hand towel he had placed beside him on the floor, he wiped his mess off Danny's legs and gave the cock a few tugs, instantly returning it to its former rigid condition. He would have liked to drain another load from it, but he knew Tyler wasn't going to wait much longer. He had managed to coax two full orgasms from Danny already, the first from a spit-lubricated hand job, and the second in less than 15 minutes with a deep throaty blowjob Tyler had said could even make straight guys hungry for more, both something Ryan rarely did, preferring only to jerk himself off or watch another doing it to himself. He stood up, gave Danny's thigh a quick pinch to see if he was still out, and was reaching for the doorknob as someone lightly knocked on the door.

"What?" Ryan yelled, pulling opening the door suddenly.

Tyler actually leaped back, gasped loudly, patting at his chest, eyes wide with fear.

Ryan punched Tyler's shoulder with just enough power to sting. "That's my one up," Ryan stated, continuing their running game. "You know I'm now six ahead of you, Ty. You're not going to ever scare me like you did last Saturday night, dude."

"Yeah yeah," Tyler said, giggling, rubbing his shoulder "Took long enough, dude. That was almost the whole half hour, you know. Vien said no more than a half hour."

"Right! It was 'almost' a half hour, dude. Chill, Ty. He's got plenty. I'm guessin' he's gonna be givin' all of us a belly full by 3 PM. He's all yours, sexy."

Tyler snatched the hand towel out of Ryan's hand, smiling, and actually swelled harder when Ryan called him 'sexy.' To Tyler, Ryan was the sexiest teen he knew, and also the reason for his tangled personality, knowledge, and his confusing memories. Tyler's own physical body and intelligence just didn't match exactly right. His memories distorted fragments of 2 different childhoods, both with different parents and nationalities. He almost believed he was a 12 year old Native American Indian boy, but was also a 19 year old British skinhead rocker. Except Tyler also believed that everything he now knew and remembered had all surfaced on the day he met Ryan Bentley III at Rainbow Park 13 months ago, and since then, his deep linked connection to Ryan's passionate kisses were nearly fetish-like fantasies from his 19 year old American self.

But Tyler clearly remembered moving into Vien's house just a few months after his mother married an asshole half her age with a Jack Daniel's addiction. The physically abusive prick forced him to please The New Chief of the house, very late at night, far more than Tyler wanted. Tyler knew meeting Ryan and Vien had saved his life. His dual memories didn't even matter to Tyler any more. He had accepted them and went on without really dwelling on who he once was, and instead, Tyler focused on who he now was, a 19 year old sexy blond-haired stud, and his family of young arousing hot skaters were the only thing that mattered to him any longer. And both promised him plenty of skating, and plenty of teenage homosexual sex.

Entering Vien's bedroom, Tyler's dick responded to the faint leftover scent of Ryan's coconut body wash and shampoo, Danny's strong earthy grass and wet loam-like odor, and Vien's lingering sweet smell. By the time he sat on Vien's bed alongside Danny, every item of his clothing littered the floor between the door and the bed, and his big dick was as stiff and hard as Danny's 10" boner. Rather than lifting it with his hand, Tyler leaned down and licked from the thick base upward to the fat mushroom tip, and then slid his tongue downward, taking in its delicious taste before lapping back upward along the lengthy hard boner. His head lifted slightly, examining the slick sheen his spit added to the engorged vein that extended from the base toward the rubbery corona of the glans. Tyler reached over and cupped his hand around Danny's scrotum, lifting up on it to feel its weight. Compared to his big scrotum, Danny was smaller, and the two balls inside it felt smaller, too. He squeezed them slightly, and directed his stare at the man's face to check if he responded the harder and tighter he squeezed. Convinced Danny was in an acceptable heavily drugged sleep, he leaned back down and drooled a thicker and larger stream of saliva along the full 10" boner, and slid his hand off the scrotum to spread his spit over its entire long length, drooling even more onto Danny's cock to completely lubricate and saturate him. Using quick up and down light strokes, he smeared the rigid boner from the tip to the base with his saliva.

And as Tyler sat up slightly, he swung his leg around the other side and straddled the man's firm abdomen, running his dry hand across the light dusting of reddish-brown hairs and sweaty happy trail of hairs below the lint filled belly button. Tyler spit into his hand once more before reaching back behind himself and grasping onto Danny's erect cock, lifting it upward with a skillful, well trained touch. Tyler giggled from the slimy wet sensation of the mushroom's fat head pressing against his sweaty hairy butthole, never really expecting that he was probably going to be the first boy ever to get impaled by Danny's 10" boner. He did not believe the straight adult would squirt his load inside him, not this drugged or motionless. But Tyler's increased horniness thinking about it made him giggle harder as he slowly lowered his weight onto Danny's stiff erection.

Tyler felt Danny's boner respond, stiffening several seconds after the mushroom's head full penetration. He hesitated. Another swell, immediately followed with a larger one. Lifting up quickly, Tyler felt another, and rose upward and off in startled amazement. Danny was almost a half inch longer. He leaped off the bed and grabbed his own shorts, unraveling and searching them for their interior pocket. He turned around, sliding a purple condom over his hard dick, and instantly began masturbating himself as he walked back over to Vien's bed. In less than a minute, Tyler's semen filled the reservoir tip. He sat back down and wiped his prior mess off Danny's boner with the hand towel.

"You may not like this very much," Tyler said, softly giggling as he cautiously slipped the condom from his dick. He looked at Danny's boner. "Don't wanna take any chances that it goes making a big mess, though, as if you could stop me, dude."

Without wasting any motion, Tyler leaned over and slid his purple condom around Danny's mushroom head, forcing it down the man's boner and laughing as he saw his semen draining from the nipple-like tip. "Nice and hard with my warm boy cum on your boner, now, huh? Bet you're feeling so horny that you can't wait to shove your big boner inside my hot tight boy hole, too. What was that? Do I ... oh! Yes, sir! Can I please sit on your nice stiff boner, sir? Please punish my naughty boy hole, sir!"

Tyler raised his hand to his mouth and spit into it, bringing extra saliva up from his throat and smearing the fluids onto Danny's condom covered cock, working it over the condom's entire outer shell. Straddling Danny's abdomen, he reached back and positioned himself over Danny's cock, and without slowing down his dropping weight this time, Tyler sat down, releasing his hand as the man's boner penetrated deeply inside him. He lifted upward and instantly felt Danny's cock start swelling again, and dropped his weight down even more fully, forcing the entire stiffened boner up into his guts, and then lifting upward and ramming down so fast and hard Danny's mouth opened and let out an exhaled gasp. Tyler stopped moving, and felt the erect cock inside him growing harder, moving inside him on its own and reaching full girth again. He squeezed the muscles inside his butt tightly, relaxing them a moment before tightening again, pressing down between each to sink Danny's cock as deeply inside him as possible. The moist pubes against his butt cheeks tickled, making Tyler chuckle and get hornier with each passing second. His own dick had swelled to its own 10" stiff length again, and reaching down, he began wildly stroking himself, synchronizing his tugs to each firm squeeze of muscle around Danny's firm boner inside his butt.

Danny's erotic dreams became even more sexual, more realistic, and he now realized that he definitely felt a tight warm wetness around his cock, squeezing and pleasuring him. Something was pinning him down, preventing him from moving, but his thoughts had filled with only enjoying his sexual bliss and arousing stimulations. He knew he was close to ejaculating, swelling from the slimy fluid lubricating his hardness, soaking him with its slippery moisture. And even as miniature droplets of them landed against his chest and abdomen, Danny's brain was too cloudy to reason what it was, or where it was coming from as larger droplets sprayed upward across his chest and splashed just beneath his chin. Danny felt something soft lightly brushing back and forth against his face, tickling him as a tapping thump began wetly impacting the middle of his chest. He tried to open his eyes to see what was happening, but the tight squeezing pressure around his cock pulled upward, prompting his discharge and welcome throbbing climax. Danny managed a satisfied groaning sigh, connecting the large splashes spurted onto his chest as his own discharge even though his cock continued pumping out more cum for several longer spasms.

Minutes later, Tyler joined Ryan and Oki in the kitchen.

"Vien said we're gonna have the cake, now, Tyler," Ryan said, and set the last dish on the kitchen table. "Get the stuff we were hiding inside your room since Vien and Miguel are still downstairs setting a new camera up. Vien said we're gonna surprise him today rather than tonight 'cause Miguel needs some alone time. And bring the box Vien marked with Miguel's name on it from the hallway, too, dude. Hey. Maybe we can all watch that new zombie movie in your bedroom, Ty. Vien said everyone should hang around in case he needs us, but you know that's not gonna happen."

"He might, though," Oki stated, crunching off another bite of his Fuji apple. "I wanna check on the three Rappucci Triplets I been chattin' with to see if they're goin' online at all tonight, but you two could start without me if you want. A week ago we unlocked that lair of vampires, and you should see the vampires!"

Tyler snorted with disdain. "Vampires are lame, Oki," Tyler said, filling a tall glass with ice water from the refrigerator's dispenser. He set down his glass with a puzzled expression on his face, and tapping the door said, "This new fridge's really great, but where the heck does the water in it come from? I've never seen anyone filling it, and I haven't found the water refill thingie inside it anywhere. Do you know where the water refill thing is, Oki?"

Oki just shook his head.

"You are foolin' with us, right, Tyler?" Ryan asked, chuckling. "If not, um ... maybe Miguel can tell you 'cause I haven't found it, either. He must be filling it, dude."

Ryan and Oki looked at each other with upraised eyebrows, both trying not to laugh.

Tyler sipped his water, and then said, "Okay, I'll ask him, thanks. Lemme get the stuff in my room before I forget. Wanna help me with the boxes, Oki? One's real heavy."

Oki took another bite of his apple, threw the core in the trash, and headed down the hall behind Tyler. "Yeah. No duh! Mine. Don't you remember when I told everyone about our hot mailman and the heavy box he had to deliver? The same one who enjoyed that private thank you I gave him afterward. No? He was a big cute Italian geek, 20-somethin', too. It's like, even Michelangelo's David has nothin' on him. Anyway, he's such a hot stud I was gonna ask Vien to change him into a boyfriend for me so he can join us, too."

"Michael who?" Tyler asked, pulling the boxes out from beneath his bed. "Does he live somewhere around here, dude?"

Oki reached out and almost dropped the heavy box Tyler handed him. "Ah, no he-he isn't even alive, Ty. Michelangelo's ... nevermind, dude."

"Come on, Oki, please? Tell me. I know almost everybody under 20-something near here, and I never heard of anyone that name. The Davis kid over on Maple Road is a real cute little blond kid, but he's maybe 10, 11 at the most. His name's not Michael Angelo or David. It's Josh. But Vien said he won't change no one under 13 anymore. Not without some good reason. Is that the kid you mean? You want Josh to be your boyfriend? Don't let Ryan know 'cause I think he wants him."

"Dude," Oki sighed, grunting from the weight of the box he carried to the kitchen. "I was talkin' about our mailman, and Michelangelo's statue of David! Oh man, nevermind, Tyler, okay? You're so confusing sometimes."

"I'm not trying to be, dude," Tyler said, and set Miguel's gifts on the floor beside the kitchen table. "It's not my fault. I was just tryin' to think of someone who you could pick for your boyfriend is all, jeeze. I've gotta go get the other box from the hall."

"What was that all about?" Ryan asked, and raised his head from the table. He looked at the cake hungrily. "Do I even wanna know what you aren't supposed to let me know?"

"Just Tyler's typical wanting to know it all and getting even more confused. He thinks that I want Josh Davis, the 10 year old kid on Maple, for my boyfriend. I was talkin' about our mailman. That Italian guy. I didn't even tell him you've been teachin' Josh to skate at Rainbow, dude, except Tyler already knows you're kinda hot for the boy."

Ryan's face flushed a little more red. "I wouldn't say I'm hot for him, well, I would love being his big brother or makin' him my twin brother once he has some, dude. He's real friggin' cute as is, though, and the boy's soft silky hair makes me cream."

"Hey guys!" Tyler shouted from the hall. "Vien just said they're done, and he put the candles in the junk drawer. Oki, help me out here, please. I can't find the box!"

After a quick but heartfelt 18th birthday cake cutting, eating, and a fast gift opening birthday party for Miguel, the birthday boy was lead into the family room where Vien had placed his Memory Box of photos. Miguel remembered the youth in the pictures, recalling each and every painful detail from the images he was looking at, unaware that with each picture he glanced at, most of those abilities Vien had given him were being eliminated, just like Vien reversed and removed out of Ryan a year earlier. Vien learned the power to influence other people's minds was too risky to let them keep it. Over time, that power could grow stronger and allow them to plant their own memories or intelligence, or lack of intelligence, inside other people's minds without even knowing they were giving little traces of their own personality inside them whenever they unknowingly did it, so he'd given them a reversible, short-term ability that he could remove or change.

As his boys aged, not physically or mentally since the changes Vien had made to their physical body was a permanent physical change and even their brain's would remain the same, forever, he knew they would eventually realize they were no longer aging normally or maturing physically. They could learn some things to increase their knowledge, even add some muscle toned strength a little more, but their behavior and perceptions were permanently locked to whatever age and physical maturity he had given them. Vien also realized they would likely need to relocate every few years, keeping his boys away from fame or public notoriety to protect them.

Oki had entered Vien's bedroom without much interest or desire for the unconscious old adult guy on the bed until he saw the swollen erection. Even adults were fair game for Vien to transform apparently, though Vien hadn't done that to someone over 19, yet, as far as Oki knew, anyway. The oldest male Oki knew about was Ryan, a 19 year old Brit' who had been a severely body-pierced and multi-tattooed Punk Band singer, aka skinhead headbanger, with a racist, Asian-hating personality until Vien turned him into a hot 18 year old homosexual skater stud with the unfortunate new interest gained from the flawed intelligence Vien implanted in his brain. Ryan was left a Bible smart teen with a weird self-satisfying sexual belief and voyeur's-like fixation for very young boys. Oki took his shirt off and stepped over toward the bed, eager to get this over with. He wasn't really attracted to the man, he had no emo, goth, geek or nerd look to him, but the man was actually fairly good-looking for an older guy in what Oki correctly guessed was near his middle to late 50's. Besides, Vien needed him to help incapacitate and drain the man's balls as empty as possible before his change started. Something about his current sperm and resupply of new sperm. Oki didn't bother to ask Vien for any explanation.

Dropping to his knees between Danny's hairy legs, Oki wrapped his arms around them and enjoyed their soft masculine fuzzy texture as he let his other infatuation have his own pleasurable sucking party on the quick outcome Vien had requested.

In ten minutes, Oki rejoined his brothers in the family room, thrilled Miguel was using his gift, two 20-pound iron dumbbells, demonstrating his bicep curl techniques. And as soon as Miguel had spotted him, he set the weights down and grabbed him, pulling him into a sweaty, shirtless bear hug that Oki never expected.

"These are the freakin' baddest kind of dumbbells, man," Miguel said, squeezing Oki tightly. "I love you like you was my own real blood brother, Oki. You are my brother, Okito, and anybody ever messes with you, they's gonna be answerin' to me, bro."

Vien felt a tear welling up in his eye, and might have let it fall if Oki's reaction was not the funny, comedic helpless struggle he made against Miguel's compressed and sweaty bare chest-to-the-face embrace. Vien knew when he'd made them change very slowly that the two of them would be his prized favorites. Even with Miguel's imperfect, sometimes rebellious, sometimes childish mistakes and troublesome flaws he could not alter or even correct now, the young Latino's heart and soul was as deeply ingrained in his own heart and soul as Okita Takahashi's. He felt the same about all of his boys, but Miguel and Okito were very special, Oki for his intelligence, and Miguel for his often childish or peculiar youthful imperfections.

The unselfish display of pure brotherly love Miguel expressed to Oki had also given Vien an idea to give the boy an even more ideal and eternally suitable companion by allowing him to select one change himself, something Vien would include regardless of whatever the adjustment was, within reason, either physically or mentally.

"We need to get back to business, Miguel," Vien said, trying not to sound like the parent he was to the boys, and said, "I would like you to go and empty the largest load you can possibly drain from Danny before some of the boys have another. And do whatever it takes to get a second one if you can without waking him. Those two Triazolam pills I gave him should keep him unconscious until about 6 PM tonight, but I want his balls so overworked and exhausted they have to transform slowly and prolong his entire transformation. That goes for all of you, boys. And don't take more than 15 minutes, Miguel. You can handle it now that you're an 18 year old young man, right? How's it feel being a year older? Are you more or less horny now, Miguel?"

Miguel's eyebrows arched upwards. He still felt as horny as he always felt, maybe even more after Vien asked him with everyone listening for an answer. He brushed sweaty long hairs off his forehead and face. "A lot more horny! I think I'm even mad hornier than before I was this mornin' now since you's jus' ask me, man."

"He is, too, Vien," Oki said, and smiled as Tyler struggled to twirl the dumbbell. "He started poppin' wood huggin' me like I was his foreskin docking buddy, dude!"

Everyone chuckled at Oki's revelation including Miguel, each aware of the Latino's odd cock docking obsessions whenever he got into his kissing and spit drooling mode.

Vien's largest sales always included a Latino video, and most included one of Miguel's older cock docking cum specials. He rubbed his index finger along the soul patch on his chin, and said, "When you finish, Miguel, you may want to get your bedroom straightened up or at least make it look like it's not some young little boy's room."

"Okay," Miguel responded, and headed down the hall. Miguel knew exactly what he wanted to do with Danny to celebrate his 18th birthday. And his cock swelled even harder.

When he opened the door and stepped inside Vien's bedroom, Miguel looked at the naked man's form sprawled across the bed, and grew even more aroused. His passions lusted for what he was going to do with Danny this time. Miguel closed the bedroom door and threw his black mesh tank onto the bed, instantly noticing Vien's white tank near the pillows. He looked over at Danny, unfastened his heavy chrome belt, and unsnapped the two waist snaps on his black board shorts, and then pulled them off. His abdomen was slick, moist with sweat. Oily rivulets poured down the bronzed furrow between his pecs and the hard eight-pack on his abdomen before it seeped into his dark brown pubes. He reached down and grabbed his board shorts, removing the last sealed package from the back pocket. He used his teeth to tear it open, and in a well experienced, fluid motion, extracted the purple condom, slid his hand inside his jockstrap, and slipped it over the fat mushroom tip of his severely curved swollen cock. He walked over to the bed and lifted up Vien's damp shirt, pressing it against his nose and deeply inhaling the Vietnamese teen's sweet fruity citrus-like tangy odors. Miguel began masturbating, growing rapidly harder as he breathed in Vien's delicious smell. Within minutes, he climaxed, filling the condom tip with an ample volume of semen. He reached inside his jock and cautiously freed his hard shaft, squeezing it as he tossed Vien's tank back on top of Vien's red shorts.

He slid his jockstrap off, lifted Danny's head to check if he was still unconscious, and then slipped the wet leg straps of his dirty jock around the man's head and adjusted the warm pouch onto his face. Now with each breath, Miguel giggled, Danny can smell my cock and balls, and the sweat from them since I'm gonna be sniffin' his. And after carefully taking off his condom, he popped it in his own mouth, and pressed between Danny's legs. Miguel reached out and pulled his jockstrap's pouch under Danny's chin, leaned forward, and opened Danny's mouth. Within seconds, a ropy white stream of semen was flowing out of Miguel's mouth into Danny's, and when Danny swallowed, he slowly transferred more of his orgasm, listened for him to swallow the second one, and then fed him an even larger third stream of cum, adding a generous supply of his thick saliva like he had forced him to taste this morning. For Miguel, it was as if Danny was willingly swallowing his spit this time. And as soon as the last amount of his sperm was transferred, Miguel settled his jock's pouch back up around Danny's face and pressed down on his stomach until he gasped for air, swallowed, and then gasped again.

Miguel took the man's hard length into his mouth and began sucking forcefully, eliciting several gasps and deep breathy inhales. As he lapped Danny's cock, he knew the man was now forced to smell the dirty jock he had worn several weeks, and Miguel pretended that he was growing stiffer and closer to climax from his smell rather than from his blowjob. With a more forceful sucking plunge up and down Danny's cock, Miguel's cock grew stiffer again, curving painfully upward into that severely arched and outrageously long-lasting typical rigid erection he got whenever he felt horny and able to dominate someone. The faint musky smell in Danny's crotch was far less powerful than he preferred, burying his nose into the damp nest of pubic hair with the deep throated swallow he managed to take, and less potent than his own sweaty unwashed pubes usually were. But when Danny started to squirt his warm load right down his throat, Miguel was more aroused by hearing those sniffs and groans the man made into the jockstrap covering his nose instead of the salty taste of the man's cum. Without stopping when Danny finished ejaculating, Miguel just continued teasing the hardness by using the slick roof of his mouth, forcing him to keep his erection stimulated and primed for another climax. Cupping one hand around the jock on Danny's face, pressing down on it to make sure he smelled the strong musk and sweaty odor in his jockstrap, Miguel licked and rubbed at Danny's stiffness with his tongue as it swelled and strained to grow harder.

When Danny finally climaxed again, Miguel was satisfied by the amount of discharge that he was supplied from each spasm. He just needed to suck a little harder than normal to get the man's sperm to keep squirting more inside him, and the adult's deep gasps and groaning breathy inhales for air didn't disappoint Miguel's horny lusts to make the man sniff his ripe Mexican odor.

As Miguel got dressed, Vien knocked on the door and asked him for an update. Miguel's hard-on was so stiff he struggled to snap his shorts closed and buckle his belt. The bulge there made Miguel's cock look and feel even bigger than its near 9" length, and he opened the door without his shirt on to see if Vien still took notice of his 8-pack abs.

"Damn, Miguel," Vien said, and reached out to tuck the Latino's hair behind his right ear. "You are a little stud, aren't you? I see you enjoyed Danny. And him?"

"I think he loved the first one more," Miguel replied. Miguel loved it when guys combed their fingers through his hair. "The second blast took a little more work, but I didn't mind. Oh, but he wasn't sweaty enough and he smells like soap, Vien. It would've been a lot more fun if he was awake more, too, man. I mean, he was breathin', but that stuff you gave him was like too mad strong."

"That just reminded me. I'm gonna let you pick one thing to change about him, but just slightly. It can be either physical, like, I don't know, hairstyle, or maybe something mental, like he has a fear of dark rooms, or thunder and lightning frighten him. But it also has to be something reasonable. Not like, give him a 2-foot long penis or 4 extra balls. Nothing dumb, either, Miguel. Just think about what you might want and lemme know what you think before tonight, and if it's something acceptable maybe I include it for you. Maybe."

Miguel didn't need to wait. He knew immediately what he wanted to change, and quickly whispered exactly what it was into Vien's ear.

"I'm going to need to think about something that extreme, Miguel," Vien said. "And if you want something like that I need to do it near the end so it stays. Are you really sure that's what you prefer? The same? You do have some rather unusual habits when it comes to your own hygiene, and that would eliminate any issues without an argument from him, but, it's just a little mean imagining that on another, except you do need someone to like it the same, too. It needs some more serious thought, Miguel, but I think that gave me some interesting ideas. Oki's hot young Emo friend Kenichi has a crush on you, right? He might be useful with Danny. Maybe Oki get him here easy. I think he is a little bit younger than what I was planning, but lemme think some more about what age would be good to make him for you, too. Kenichi's a little piggish punk stud, huh?"

Vien's reaction and response was not what Miguel expected. He didn't think Vien would agree to it, and Oki's cute friend Kenichi, even with his young punkass style, was fun hanging out with at the skate park. He even enjoyed some hot tongue action with the 16 year old teen. But Miguel would have to wait and see if Vien thought it really was too mean for someone else to like the same thing he did.

"You're the man, Vien," Miguel said. "I'm sure however you change Danny is gonna be mad cool with me."

As Miguel rejoined his brothers, Vien checked Danny. Even after 3 hours, the man was still erect and unconscious. Vien decided to skip his second turn and let his boys have some more fun instead. He settled onto the couch in the family room between Tyler and Okito, enjoying their attentions and wandering hands as Ryan went for his second turn.

Vien let Tyler and Oki have their fun with him before pulling Oki aside to tell him what he had planned for Danny. When Oki explained Kenichi's sexual interests, both agreed that with the Japanese boy's intelligence, Danny would also adopt his same sexuality and interests automatically. Vien just needed to see some proof the teen's Emo personality was acceptable enough for Danny to enjoy, especially if Vien saved some of the adult's memories and they were blended in with those he manipulated using Kenichi's.

"Invite him over," Vien said, and groaned as Tyler leaned across his lap. "Tell Kenichi he should pack the clothes he likes. He wears some cool things, so Danny can have them and look his Emo style, too. Hey, Miguel? You like an Emo boy look Kenichi on him?"

Miguel nodded. "He likes dirty, Vien, so it s'okay, man. Yeah."

It's decided, Vien thought. He would use Kenichi's brain and alter the Japanese boy's enough to reward Oki and his Emo boyfriend. Tyler finished and raced down the hall once Ryan returned. Oki's cell phone conversation with his friend was short, and 10 minutes later, the excited young Japanese Emo-punk teen was sitting in the family room with two overflowing backpacks beside his feet, enthralled by Oki's phone call.


Vien noticed it was already 3:55 when Tyler finished. Miguel's birthday party had been rushed, but everything was falling into place. Tyler said Danny had woken up and caught him, but that he was so out of it his resistance was minimal. It was time.

"Come with us, Kenichi," Vien said to the slender Japanese kid, and motioned for Oki to follow. "We need to start now, Miguel, so you won't get that second turn. If he wakes up and you were still doing something to him, then his shock not as nice, okay?"

Miguel nodded, unsure what Vien meant exactly.

Danny stirred when he heard the door open, unable to fully move his arms and legs, and barely able to lift his head up for more than a few seconds. His body felt strange, as if weights were attached to it, preventing him from moving. Danny watched some freakish Asian kid with short, spiky gelled hair step inside the bedroom, followed closely by the Japanese kid, Oki, and Vien, but he couldn't get his mouth or throat to work properly to speak. The inside of his mouth tasted strange, too, like he had been forced to swallow something sweet and unusually salty. Then Danny remembered what the tall slender blond kid, Tyler, had done to him. Oh no! Did they all know the blond had given him a ... a blowjob? Oh God! No!

Vien knew two ways to do this. The first and easiest was to think of the incantation to affect the change in seconds, but there was little enjoyment doing it that way, and the results were often disappointing. The other method was far more exciting and satisfying for him, and with the donor present, it would be more exciting for them, too.

"Oh yeah!" Vien said, closing the bedroom door behind him. "Awake now, huh? You still have a nice stiff hard-on, too, Danny. That can sometime make this more easy for some. Okay, boys. Time we do this. Kenichi? Oki? You two ready? Now lay down on the bed when you get outta those, Kenichi, so then Okito make you skate like pro skater boy."

Danny cringed, helpless, thinking how could this be happening, and what exactly, was now happening? He was naked and erect, and watched as this unknown young Asian kid suddenly stripped, pulling off his stained and dirty shirt and ratty jeans, revealing a slender body decorated with multiple tattoos and body piercings, lowering his small blue briefs without the slightest hesitation. As the boy climbed onto the bed, Danny saw the boy's cock, equipped with a black band around the base and shiny silver studs on the sides of its pierced head, swelling into an 8" long boner. He tried to sit up, except his whole body felt uncoordinated and exhausted. His arms didn't even have the strength to move upwards enough to lift himself. Fuckers! They'd drugged him with something! What the Christ did a bunch of queer little skaters want from him? Jesus! And why the hell was his own cock so hard and ... painful? Even his balls ached. It felt as though he had ejaculated over 15 or 20 times already! Christ. That blond had drained him dry!

"Help me lift him so they side by side, Oki," Vien stated, lifting Danny's legs.

The Japanese teen, Oki, now also naked, crawled onto the side of the bed and lifted his upper body far too quickly, propping him up against a mountain of pillows.

Vien nodded. "Okay, Oki. Climb up on Kenichi, and transfer all of that willingness the boy obviously has. We don't know Danny's willpower feel exact same, so give him exact from Kenichi so Danny feels same like him. Then Danny like his exciting punk look, too. He can want Miguel the same as he feels like after they switch. Remember how I say?"

Oki climbed onto the bed, giggling. "You say punk rebel teen and so easy horny, I know. He should be more young, Vien. Miguel even acts like a 12, no 13 year old. Like Tyler. Sometimes they both still act like little boys, Vien, and if Danny was even younger they both enjoy that. You gonna make him their same age or more younger?"

"NO!" Vien shouted. "I would, but no! 18. Just look younger, like you do, Oki."

"Then could you still add 3 years to Kenichi for me so me and him the same age? Kenichi is only 15, Vien, but he tells everyone he's 16! But he still wants to be Japanese, but look like that hunky movie actor in that first Twilight movie, Taylor-something. He was the Shark-kid in another one, too, Shark Boy and Lav--oh, Taylor Lautner, I think."

"That's why Miguel and Ty ..." Vien said, and paused momentarily before continuing, "I wondered about them two always hanging with younger boys more than older boys. He likes being older than them, and they do most things he likes to do. Is like when little ones play, but once he singles one of them out to train him, the other boys know they won't get to have someone older to play with anymore."

"Huh?" Oki said, clambering up onto Kenichi. "I guess. But they get scared off, from his rough and tough fun would be my guess. That and most of his uncontrollable teenage hormones I think. Miguel needs a boy in a teenager's body, Vien. Danny might like want feel very young, too, so use Kenichi's body and have him no more than 15, Vien."

Vien's cock stirred at the thought. "That would be younger than I want him, and if he were someone else, maybe okay. Except a little brother so very young? 15? No, he can be much younger for Miguel's wish and wants, but once he knows Kenichi's need inside him then his mind struggles longer time to accept and learn to like what he has become, both inside and out. Even the changes in his brain makes the physical change that he gets to see and feel happening seem exciting, but after he has Kenichi's needs it might take his mind long long hours, or maybe a few days to even submit enough to enjoy them."

"Not with Kenichi's personality, Vien," Oki said. He reached down and began to roughly squeeze the teen's pierced nipples. "My friend's so got the hots for Miguel! He's into buff body Latino boys, Vien, so when Danny's thinkin' like Kenichi, his mind and his new younger boy brain are gonna be forcin' him to be givin' in to Miguel. That's why I say makin' him younger would make sense. The younger he is the quicker he'll enjoy it!"

"Yeah, you're right, Oki," Vien nodded. "But Danny's still got an adult's spirit, and I want his memories preserved so he knows who he was before, and when he submits to those new teenage boy needs his body and brain makes him do, they become same what he want and likes so that he not fights them easy. Besides, Kenichi's young brain his forever."

Helplessly listening to the two perverted Asian teen's impossible plan to somehow give him the other Asian kid's youth and brain was almost comical. They sounded as if they really believed that it was a possibility. And the bizarre idea his body could become younger, a teenager's body, Vien hinted, sounded even more ridiculous. Maybe this was just a dream, he thought, struggling to stay awake and hear. It must be a dream, Danny groaned, desperately trying to lift an arm. He tried to speak, but his lips and mouth were still refusing to cooperate. What came out was just a weak gasp for air.

"Get ready to scour Kenichi's brain, Oki," Vien said, and peeled off his shirt. Merge his with the Yee boy's knowledge you chose so his own become replaced much easier, then Danny has to accept his change. Once you replace every detail inside Kenichi's brain, I want you force exchanging his right into Danny's brain quickly so that he gets to have the Emo boy's cravings combined with what I let him remember. His understanding and his forced acceptance of them also transfers everything he loses into your mind, Okito, and the quicker Danny gains Kenichi's knowledge and homosexuality, then the quicker he will need to simply surrender and enjoy his new boyfriend. Hold up! One last thing, Okito. You can't retain any of Kenichi's own knowledge and feelings. Danny must take them all, Okito, even the boy's subconscious impulses, his personal and private urges, so whatever fetishes and sexual interests Kenichi has will also be instilled. That should add some extra new thrills if he still tries to keep resisting."

Oki pinched Kenichi Matsuo's pierced nipples, reassuring the boy with a smile. "I need you to relax and trust me, Kenichi. Vien promised us you'll become my boyfriend forever once that old guy gets yours and becomes his bro and Miguel's boyfriend. Your thoughts become his, but you get smarter with skate champ Hideo Yee's, only same age as me."

"Just do this quick, Oki," the boy said, glancing at Vien and the strange adult guy who lay nearly motionless beside him. The man must be an absolute idiot to want his screwed up brain to become Miguel's queer boyfriend. Oki made him sound freakin' ga ga for that hot bod Mexican. Even tonight, he doubled prescription drugs for his ADHD hyperactivity disorder, including Ritalin and Adderall, and with his missed counseling group, his only perceptible symptoms were sporadic restlessness and an impulsiveness to touch everything within sight all around him. "This won't hurt too much, will it?"

Danny heard the nonsense Vien and Oki had stated, but little made any sense. Neither of them could believe such foolishness, right? Replacing the thoughts and feelings inside someone's brain and exchanging them with somebody else's? What the hell drugs are they taking to make them believe such an outlandish thing? And then he would somehow be made into the homosexual gay Asian teenager that was sporting an erection beside him after he gained Kenichi's knowledge and homosexuality? And then surrender, and then become his new boyfriend? These skater boys are just completely insane!

I've gotta get the hell outta here, Danny thought, trying to force himself up off the bed. He couldn't move his arms or legs at all now. It felt as though something heavy forced him even deeper into the mattress, holding him stationary, trapping him here.

"What did y-you give me you little ash ... ash, ash-holes?" Danny slurred, struggling to form a question. He saw Vien unfastening his shorts. "What are y-you do-doing?"

"Be a good boy for us now, Danny," Vien said, sliding his new board shorts and silky red boxers down his legs. "Don't you want to watch how my skillful little Okito drains that cute Emo's thoughts so you have them instead? I know you're gonna share some of his own abnormal tastes, Danny, but you'll have all his same dirty little sexual pleasures and teenage emotions to keep your new desires stimulated. See, Danny? Just look at what he was so willing to share with you for added skill. Imagine how fun it will be having his mind and juvenile weaknesses guiding yours, forcing his same sex cravings in you."

Danny's muscles tensed up when he saw Vien's uncut penis spring upwards from his nest of black bushy pubes, catching just a shocking glimpse of his low dangling scrotal sack and the darkness surrounding it before his head was turned away, pushed to the left by some unknown power. The two Asian teenagers beside him were engaged in a hellishly long kiss or tongue sucking fight unlike anything Danny had ever seen or heard before. It sounded disgusting, more like the sound of juice getting sucked out of an orange, and the gentle nudge his head received when it was pushed to the side and turned toward the two young teens was clearly to make him watch the two of them go at one another's mouth and tongue like feral animals.

It was at that moment Danny realized he couldn't turn his head away, and he wasn't even able to close his eyes except to blink. His lips were also sealed shut, pressed tightly together so he couldn't even react or respond to Vien's statement, or shout for help.

Danny didn't even have the strength to groan, and fighting the immobility of his entire body proved immediately worse when that Kenichi teen's hand grabbed his hand, digging his fingernails into him as the teenager's upper body arched upwards and flexed like it had become demonically possessed. The teenager's form plunged back down onto the mattress with a muffled inhaled gasp drawn out from inside the Japan-Oki's mouth and lungs, their mouth's and lips still firmly locked together in a nasty sounding sucking kiss. Then Danny saw the younger Asian teen's thick, lengthy pierced erection lifting up off of his sparse crop of pubic hairs, stiffening, suddenly squirting countless huge ropes of cum onto his bare abdomen, tattooed chest and neck, some even splashing across his cheek and forehead, others landing between or on the Japanese-black spikes of his hair.

Forced to watch that skinny teenager's monstrous ejaculation, Danny's own hard cock had actually stiffened from their erotic young groans. And as Oki siphoned and sucked the air back out of Kenichi, loudly pulling it back inside his own mouth and lungs, the teen didn't repeat that reversed, upper body-flexing arch, but instead squeezed Danny's hand so firmly it felt like his nails might have sliced his flesh. Danny continued watching the pair of Japanese teenagers, internally cringing and drawing gusts of air in through his nostrils after each one of those unquestionably painful convulsing sucks, unpleasant mouthfuls, or whatever it was Oki now seemed to be pulling from the younger boy's thin body, causing the kid's muscles to tightly flinch, spasm, and flex uncontrollably.

He-he can't be sucking the ... the memory and intelligence out of the kid, Danny thought with far less confidence. That's not possible his mind retaliated! People can't drink other people's brain to steal their knowledge for fuck-sakes! But why the hell couldn't he move, or even close his eyes to avoid seeing this boy's cruel suffering? And why was his dick so stiff watching these cute gay Japanese teenagers? He wasn't gay! He wasn't really turned-on by them kissing, even if he was getting aroused by their bare flesh and sexy little ... NO! Where did that thought come from? Oh, come on now. You don't see how adorable and kissable he is? With his spiky Japanese-black hair, and his pale white skin and stiff boner, Kenichi's every cute Japanese boy's dreamy stud! Oh God! What? Danny's mind shrieked. What the hell's going on? Vien? Get outta my head! Vien?

"You can try and fight this, Danny," Vien said, clambering up onto Danny and straddling the man's legs. "Except, you will never wanna leave
me once you've experienced what I'm gonna make that old aging adult body of yours into, my new little brother, and also for someone I know you'll be very excited being buds with. Oki's gonna be awhile, but that mad hard-on you're popping watching him looks like it may need some more proper draining first, anyway. Then you'll be far more receptive to his loving welcome."

Daniel Prescott's escalating fears and inability to move his limbs terrified him. He'd heard the Asian teenager's words, and their meaning was as disturbing and unsettling as the thoughts he'd heard inside his head. The growing surge of adrenaline they produced sent every one of his senses into immediate hyper-sensitivity. And when Vien's weight pressed down against the king-sized mattress, the instant warmth and flesh-against-flesh contact as the teen scrambled onto him and straddled his thighs made that strong, tangy citrus-like odor he could now smell more unpleasant, intensifying, growing heavier and more potent than those same scents in the pillow beneath his face. This must be Vien's bed he was in, Danny guessed, cringing from the Asian's pungent odor.

Danny acknowledged he was trapped, immobilized somehow against the bed. But he was also helpless to voice his increasing horror that he was beginning to believe Vien, or even plead with the teenager not to do this to him. He wanted to ask Vien how many millions it would cost to set him free, and then how many more millions would it cost to choose a different person's body himself if ... IF it were really somehow possible. He had over $20-million in short-term convertibles, nearly $10 mil in cash, and another $30 mil in precious metals, easily converted to cash with a call. If he could just say 'dial' then his cell's dialer could make Vien an easy $10, $40, or $60 million dollars! IF!

But as Vien shifted his weight, repositioning himself and sliding both his bare ass and legs down Danny's pinned legs, Danny's fears about the teen's degrading comments about never wanting to leave, and making his 'aging adult body' into someone else--most likely this slender Japanese punk with two barbells pierced in his cock and several other sick piercings in body parts Danny never even knew people ruined, along with those numerous Japanese symbols, huge colorful dragons, fanged skulls and freakish werewolf creatures tattooed all over his body--were quickly overshadowed by the disgusting sensations from Vien's hard cock pressed against his right thigh.

Oh Jesus! Please no, Danny thought. He didn't want a homosexual teenager's thoughts in his own head, or his knowledge replaced with Oki's, no, replaced with Kenichi's. He had to fight. Wait! Could they just be playing a trick on him? Danny shivered inside with helpless disgust as Vien's hand grabbed his stiff cock, gently lifting it upward off his abdomen. Danny felt the teenager's arms, legs, and even the length of the Asian's own hard penis sliding against his flesh as Vien began leaning forward across his thighs and slowly bending downward over his groin.

From the corner of his right eye, Danny saw Vien's head lowering, the glossy black hairs dangling down against his forehead tumbling forward when his head drooped downwards to zero in on its target. Danny knew exactly what his intentions targeted, but the sudden moist warmth of Vien's mouth wrapping firmly around his rigid cock, and the slick tongue slurping at his sensitive mushroom head and down along his now stiffening length despite Danny's attempts to prevent its response, was disastrous. Within a minute, Vien's wet tongue and slow strong sucks had given Danny a painful throbbing erection and exhausting ejaculation. But as if Vien's supernatural powers or magical talents were also able to read Danny's sexual pleasure limits, his strong suctions stopped and were replaced with simply a playful tongue licking mind-numbing sensation that instantly felt humiliatingly more arousing and pleasurable than most of the talented call-girls Danny used. As if on cue, when Danny realized he was beginning to enjoy the tongue licking sensations, Vien changed each motion and began anew in a much different fashion, forcing Danny to suffer another painful throbbing, and now--unknown to him--fluid less lengthy discharge.

Then Vien included an inescapably arousing and excruciatingly shameful scrotum lick to his torments, and for over an hour it seemed, Danny fought every pleasure and sensation Vien's tongue inflicted at his groin to weaken his resistance. But it was the two gay Japanese teen's Danny watched with nervous humiliation. Oki began glancing over at him and suggestively winking like he was now excited and more interested in having some very nasty homo sex with him once Kenichi's mind and heavily tattooed, and pierced Japanese body became Danny's own teenage homosexual nightmare. Danny didn't want to be Japanese and have sex with boys, or even have that kid's horrible jet-black hair. And he didn't ever want the slanted narrowed eyes like an Asian.

Danny desperately struggled to resist Vien's latest addition to weaken him, shuddering with every burrowing face plunge under his scrotum and probing wet tongue lick and spit soaked thrust up inside his rectum. He tried turning his attention to Oki, but every wink from Oki was just sexual. Kenichi's convulsing and tensed muscles kept the boy's boner stiff. And his muffled moans were like a woman enjoying passionate sex.

Oh Christ, don't turn me into that homosexual moaning queer, Vien, Danny thought, hoping Vien overheard his thoughts. I don't want that gay teenager's brain either, Vien. You can't make me a freaking gay boy by blowing me! Just stop this, Vien. You want money? How about 1 million? 5? 10? Oh God. Oh Jesus not ... not up in there, again, oh shit that feels so damn gay I-I never thought it's like that inside. Not again. No! Stop! Oh shit, please, Vien. I don't want to be like him, man. I don't want to be some gay Japanese punk. Look at his hair, Vien. It's so black it looks like jet-black paint in oil slick hair! On you it looks good. Yours is not that bad I-I, oh, umm, but it fits with your uh-uh Thai ancestry. Or are you Vietnamese? Vien sounds Vietnamese. Vien? You in there? Are you Cambodian? Vien? No, stop. Not more up inside my hole it-it's already dripping down my crack. No. Oh Christ, Vien, not another one of those!

The repulsive sound Vien made from his throat up into his mouth was gross enough to make Oki's eyes turn toward them, and for the third time, Vien's hand raised Danny's balls up as his other hand elevated his left leg. Vien's face sank out of view beneath him, but Danny knew what he was about to do, and cringed when the slippery tongue burrowed inside his ass and half-spat and half-plunged that thick phlegm-like fluid deeply into him.

Before Danny could even snort exhaled air out in embarrassment, Vien's mouth was around his cock and powerfully sucking him off. Danny wasn't quite sure how long he had been hard as iron, at least 4 or 5 hours already, he imagined. But given the severe pain he was feeling inside, from his testicles on upward into his abdomen, his mind was now very close to surrendering any homosexual fears and just tell Vien he would suck every one of them skater boys cocks if it would end this brutal torment.

Danny started ejaculating again, although the contracting spasms felt longer and somehow much deeper internally. His erection grew hotter, and stiffer, his discharge's duration now spilling out a heated flow as though he were really urinating instead of climaxing. There you go, Danny, Vien's thoughts entered his brain like a voice, reassuring him like a parent might a child. Gimme all of that warm seed inside you, Danny-boy. That's an Irish song, right? Danny Boy. You an Irish or a Scot, Danny? Hm, written by a lawyer? How appropriate. So you're Dad's family was from the UK. England, huh? Your Mom's was your Scottish half. Not now, Danny-boy. Now you're as empty inside there as a child.

"Okay, Oki enough, dude!" Vien shouted, freeing Danny's cock with a gulping slurp. "We both know you're ready with that cute Emo, Oki. Get that warm sweet mouth over here and start feasting and then I make him look 3 years beefier, like Taylor-what's-his-face for you. Lemme slide this other leg over a little more and give you some space. Turn his head more, yeah, that's it."

Staring straight up into Oki's triangular-shaped face, a feature he hadn't even noticed on any Asian until the Japanese teen's head was no more than about 3-4" above his face, turned sideways, now petrified Danny like little else ever had in 55 years. Even worse than the fear Vien gave him, the narrow slanted dark hidden eyes of this young teen made Danny's flesh crawl with goose pimples. He couldn't reason or figure out this new inner paranoia he felt, becoming confused with flashes of information and thoughts that seemed to be spilling out through every inch of the distinct triangular, heart-shaped structure of the teenager's handsome Japanese face. Even Oki's spotless, too perfect complexion
shouted out at Danny, inviting, taunting him for more attention. And he felt powerless to escape its attractively appealing and delicate, nearly soft feminine visage.

Between the teenager's airy, black-as-velvet fine hair dancing against his scalp at each twist and turn or subtle motion from his head, or the golden-shadowed honey color of the warm Asian flesh highlighting the jet-black hairs in his thin eyebrows and long, sharply curved eyelashes, and those pristine, brilliant-white small teeth flashing his romantic and passionate smile below his cute wide nose as if every new sight gave him some inner pleasure, Danny's eyes stared at Oki's hovering face with humiliating arousal.

Oki's power to mesmerize victims gave Vien more than enough time to spread Danny's legs with his knees and then bend his knees back to the sides of his chest, sliding in closer between them before Danny breached Oki's spell and concentration
. He'd relaxed his own paralysis and immobility hold on Danny the moment Oki enchanted Danny with the trappings of an admiration chant, his most powerful incantation when a target was in range. Men, women, even animals reacted to the affects instantly, becoming painlessly trapped and briefly enthralled by its enchanter. Vien recalled a young neighborhood boy walking his Poodle who happened to come within range once, and Oki needed a shower and a change of clothes after the neighbor's sated dog finally finished with his leg. Oki quickly vowed that he wouldn't practice the incantation outside again.

The moment Danny discovered he could move, although his arms were now pinned beneath his own legs up to his shoulders, and his legs were spread open and folded back to his chest in an uncomfortable bend, he reached both hands down to Vien's legs to try and stop him from doing the inexcusable deed he was clearly planning to do. Danny's shocked sight of the teen's upright and grayish sheathed erection jutting just above his own crotch, and feeling Vien's pubic hairs and scrotum pressed against his own, disgusted Danny far more than the expression on Oki's face peering down at him with hungry, covetous need. Danny squeezed at the flexed muscle of Vien's thighs, digging his fingertips into the firmness of the teenager's legs that had forced his hips and pelvis upward and slightly back as both of his knees steadily pushed further underneath him. Vien's motion was also slowly drawing his own pelvis backward, sliding his scrotum more firmly against Danny's scrotum and dragging its wet flesh along his tender sack, unleashing watery rivulets of fluids from Vien's thick jungle of sickeningly soft black pubic hairs toward Danny's asshole.

"Oh God, please stop!" Danny exclaimed, overwhelmed and horrified. "Don't, Vien! Don't do this. No! You can't fucking do this! Stop!"

Danny looked at Vien's stiff cock and the squat, grayish-tinted mushroom head protruding from its slick sheath of darker foreskin, shuddering as the teen wrapped his hand around the erect length and slid the skin down exposing more of his rigid cock. The upper 2 to 3-inches of the shaft was a grayish, reddish-pink color, turning back into that darker grayish mushroom head's tint below with a distinct line separating them. A tiny bulb of precum oozed up from the vent, and as the teen squeezed and pushed his skin downward, it grew larger and spilled out over the glans in a greasy white rope. Danny glanced up at Vien's tightening abdomen, stomach muscles pulling noticeably more taut into the deeply defined ridges and firm 8-pack's athletic physique as that entire erection stiffened and lengthened from its foreskin tube. But when Vien lowered his cock's fat mushroom head, smearing the sperm-coated tip of his cock along Danny's scrotum, ignoring every plea to stop, Danny looked back down in horror as Vien's pelvis slid forward and his stiff boner plunged into his asshole. Excruciating pain, and an internal pressure unlike anything Danny ever imagined before, penetrated his unprepared bowels. His knuckles, fingertips, and wrists loudly cracked from the squeezing grip he reflexively applied against Vien's hard thighs, unable to form even his cry of pain as Oki's lips compressed over his open mouth and sucked the air and sound of his screams out of his lungs.

His fingers grasped at Vien's muscular thighs in flustered panic, desperately attempting to grab onto anything available, and then Vien lunged his hips forward again and rammed his cock even deeper inside Danny's innards. For Danny, the pain the teen's cock gave was like an iron sliver, unforgiving and painful as an unwavering hot spike. He didn't even feel his intelligence or childhood memories being siphoned away, fading into blank, whirlpool-like voids left behind, not until visual flashes of younger DJ Prescott dreams of professional horse-jumping and polo-playing memories dissolved into his lost career's fateful surgical ending, sensing even that injury and memory disappear and get replaced by the sexually abused childhood memories of his Aikido dojo and dan's four sons private lessons with him until the dan caught them at play, causing his own dishonored Japanese family to leave Hokkaido Prefecture in Japan and relocate to the USA.

No! Danny gasped, sucking warm air down into his lungs as if he had to inhale it as far inside him as possible. Those aren't my memories. They're Kenichi's. It-it's really happening! Oh shit. The mixed information, feelings, thoughts, notions and principles surging into Danny's awareness were exchanged with those disappearing, altering, merging and intermingling new accumulating knowledge into far more sensible and understandable unclouded immature perceptions. Danny embraced the simplified thought and ideas sorting and arranging his understanding through its unhurried and unsophisticated, near childish simple level of slower comprehension and jumbled reasoning. But as Vien drove his hard cock inside Danny's ass so deeply that those moist pubic hairs saturated his scrotum and groin when they impacted and compressed wetly against his flesh, smothering him in their velvety silkiness, Danny's attention immediately shifted back to the burrowing pressure pain deep inside his abdomen from the Asian's stiff boner.

Danny imagined the teenager's cock had somehow swelled all the way up inside his chest, tearing through organs, muscles, and anything else on its hellish route. Except nothing had hindered its passage inside him from Vien's rapid plunge. Muscles had stretched and squeezed tightly around Vien's invading shaft and his slick, oil-rich foreskin sheath, and the lubricating fluids and semen forced from its firm length along with the trapped slippery gobs of mucous and saliva delivered inside Danny also coated and moistened both Vien's cock and Danny's rectum, a little.

The terrible humiliation that a teenager was taking him up the butt, and another had his mouth over his and was roughly kissing him, both of them homosexual Asians planning to somehow turn him into a homosexual teenager, too--and possibly a gay Japanese teenager whose thoughts might be starting to overpower or eliminate his own--was still impossible to accept. They're homosexuals. Gays. Oh God! I don't wanna become that gay Japanese teenager. Especially a Japanese teenager with tattoos and a double-pierced cock, or an Emo teenager's 'anything wild and eccentric-looking rules' mentality.

And as Vien began pounding his rigid cock back and forth inside Danny, forcing him to experience the most shameful homosexual sex act imaginable for a man, especially with a young and horny gay Asian teenager, Danny could never have imagined or been prepared for what his mind and body were about to experience.

But Danny never expected his humiliation and horror to increase even more.

Vien's cock slowly stiffened, growing even harder as he withdrew its length to the head and forcefully plunged its full length inside more rapidly, soaking his dense pubes in more sweat and purposely saturating Danny's own pubic hairs, cock, and scrotum with his perspiration and oily secretions. That secret pleasure was always Vien's most favorite, and he was finally going to pass its same satisfying lust onto another gay skater boy's eternal teenage life.

As Vien's throbbing shaft drove painfully deep inside him, hesitated, apparently as deep inside him as possible, Danny felt its pulsating ejaculation, feeling every hot squirted throb and pumping discharge unleashed up into his bowels. Oki's mouth had lifted up and pulled away at the exact moment Vien began climaxing, and Danny looked up at Vien with startled, uncertain growing confusion. His hands settled on the top of Vien's thighs, pressed onto their hairless and damp warm flesh without any thought to pull them away or escape the sweaty moisture on them. Vien's erection continued throbbing, blasting more semen inside him with every lengthy convulsion and stiffening contraction engorging his hard length. Danny was transfixed by Vien's eyes, his own eyes staring into his like he too were also mesmerized in their stare. Vien leaned forward, the subtle shift sliding his erection out slightly and giving him another series of powerful, pulsing spasms and long ejaculations as he pressed his mouth to Danny's in an erotic, passionate kiss.

Vien's voice filled Danny's head again, but the sensations were different this time, as if spoken words were actually communicated instead of thoughts. Now you're gonna feel a little warmth spreading through your groin, Danny. The feeling was instant. And you'll also feel my Viet sperm as it fills your own balls, spreading through your scrotum and reproductive organs, reproducing more of my Vietnamese sperm and Vietnamese seed you'll have inside yours, too. You'll be my brother, Danny. My cute, shy little brother fresh from Vietnam, from the dirty Sa Pa mountain villagers we finally rescued you from.

Danny's horror multiplied when he heard Vien's repulsive intentions to somehow make him into his 'cute, shy little brother fresh from Vietnam,' unquestionably transforming even his lineage into that of another Vietnamese teenager with Vien's same sperm as if it was supernaturally possible. But Vien's extraordinary kiss and wet tongue felt so arousing and affectionate, Danny's cock responded with a resigned, painful rigid boner. And when Danny felt that warmth inside spreading downward, moving internally through his scrotum, relieving the pain in his balls, he knew that urinating-like feeling of liquid tingling pressure he now sensed even within his erection, was Vien's Vietnamese semen filling his balls. Danny wanted to resist, struggling to think how to escape, except his thoughts--and he couldn't be certain if they were really his or not--seemed to keep switching from fighting to enjoying the pleasure that he was now undeniably feeling.

And Vien's reassurance that everything was going to be okay very soon, whispering inside Danny's head, comforting him despite the same sudden inability to move the moment Vien's erect shaft withdrew, was followed by the teenager's spoken words as he climbed up off the bed. "... found you somehow, and after some years, smuggled you to Lao Cai Temple's orphanage. Remember, Danny? Close your eyes now. Make it all come back to you. Think how it was for you, attending to all their Hmong male children even when you were just a small child yourself. Then you were cared for by those Monks, learning to speak English, learning Vovinam and Cuong Nhu Martial Arts, even skateboarding. Sister's Kim and Wynne stated you had some unsavory visitors recently appearing at their Bac Ha rescue, fearing they were Hmong youth in disguise, sent to befriend and then reclaim you into their own unsavory ranks. Do you remember now, Danny? The Sisters were so thrilled when I could finally afford it and bring my younger brother back home to me."

Every connection with Japan disappeared as if a light switch were suddenly shut off, but the grim memories Danny recalled about his early childhood in northern Vietnam were more formidable than Vien thought. Danny's captors said his family were all dead, drowned in Song Hong, Red River, but they would keep him. He would now help with their boys, first bathing and dressing the youngest, and then serving the older boys along the rice fields or the animal pens, and with those of the age, servicing all of their growing adolescent cravings and juvenile excesses that they let him learn, too. And as memories of Sa Pa's remote mountainous scenery and rice terraces retreated to other memories in Lao Cai, to his next teenage years learning from the Monks along the Song Hong, he remembered those elder Sisters at the markets of Bac Ha who took him once he refused the Buddhist Monk's bald ranks. And then Danny remembered the Sister's fears about his sessions with a new skateboarding Black Hmong friend, and then that letter, from Vien, alive! In America.

His real ahn trai, his older brother, and only known blood relative, had sent for him.

Calling out to him even now.

"Yes. Open your eyes, Danny! That's it, Danh. You can open them, now. It's time we both have what that stupid, stupid Red River boat ride took away from us when we visited our ong noi, our grandfather, in Nam Cong. We were so young, you were only 6 or 7 years old, and you were so scared you wouldn't even let go of my hand. And when our boat hit that rock, Danh, I looked but-but you were just ... gone."

Danny's memories were confusing, jumbled. Not because of his Hmong-influenced limited schooling that ended by age 12, or the year that he was taken by Buddhist Monks at 14, but because now it seemed like he had two pasts. One from the mountainous terrains of northern Vietnam, and the other more confusing, but more real, as a wealthy white adult with a huge mansion, 3 cars, and a $4 million dollar fancy boat called The Lady Jane.

As Danny fought to open his eyes, the crushing pain in his toes spread into his feet and lower legs in an overwhelming, audible bone-cracking crunch. The painful snap of bone was a brief, sharp spike, followed by tightening muscle. Danny looked down at his toes and saw that even his toenails were clearly smaller and lighter in coloration, and each short, thinner toe was almost hairless except for some faint, miniature blackish pinhead size dots and the onset of tiny black hair follicles. His skin's coloring was all wrong also, a much darker brownish amber-like tint that seemed to extend halfway upwards into his bonier, more narrowed-looking foot and around his lower leg. That's when Danny saw the flesh on his upper legs was completely hairless, and the wispier, thinner dusting of hairs against both of his lower calves were now glossy, jet-black. Dear God, no, Danny thought, and groaned in misery. Vien's really turning me into an Asian, into a younger Vietnamese teenager, and his own young little brother.

"Please no," Danny pleaded, thankful that he could finally speak. His muscles tightened from the neck downward. "You don't h-have to do this, Vien. I-I can pay you!"

"Quiet now, little brother!" Vien shouted. He grabbed the swivel mirror at the foot of the bed and spun it around to face the bed. "Just watch now, Danny. No voice, Danh."

Danny's mouth instantly snapped shut. His eyes widened, eyebrows curving steeply upward into crescent moon-shaped arches as the flesh on his toes and feet darkened into a deep yellowish-brown, its dark, amber maple syrup-like tinge several shades darker than even Vien's skin tones. Danny's pelvis crunched painfully inwards, bones cracking and moving underneath the flesh like hot fluid through his spine, hips, waist, buttocks and thighs with the same spike of brief interior pain as the adjusting bony skeletal transformation relaxed into repositioned new shapes and diminishing size. The surging shadows of color within Danny's skin advanced upwards along both legs, past his knees and spreading into both of his thighs as the altering pigmentation visibly modified even the texture of his flesh with a deeply tanned, darkened slick surface. Perspiration, and a watery oily sap erupted out of the pores in his skin, supplying his legs with a glistening new film of moisture and the same oil rich glaze Vien's flesh secreted.

Staring at the gruesome changes happening to his legs, Danny now smelled that distinctly strong citrus-scented odor Vien's body produced, but even stronger, and in minutes, he realized the increasing smell of the potent odors released was from that moist sheen in his darker flesh. Danny looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror now facing him, noticing his skin's lighter color on the bottom of his significantly smaller feet along with a few freckle-like spots and dark faded scars on both muscular but shorter legs.

The loud contracting bony cracks of his shrinking thighs soon joined the agonizing tight squeezing compressions and narrowing, rapidly decreasing length of his entire abdomen. Danny's eyes focused back down on the now darkened and hairless flesh across his stomach as it pulled into a leaner and skinnier shape, creating the beginnings of the muscular grooves and noticeable ridges of an athletic and youthful-looking 6-pack formed by hard rice planting manual labor. Danny cringed as his navel inverted and bulged outward into a tiny dark brown knob, his bare chest crunching and compacting the pectoral muscles and the bones of his rib cage until it formed the deeply creviced furrow down the center of his abdomen and created what now resembled a teenager's juvenile physique. Even Danny's erect nipples were smaller, slightly pointier, and a dark, shiny grayish-brown, and then he suddenly noticed the sprouting black hairs at his crotch.

Oh Christ, Danny thought, and watched the glossy moist blackness spreading out through his discernibly warmer and sweatier groin. His whole body was now sweaty and warmer he realized, and the pubic hairs sprouting underneath his stiff erection were climbing up and around both sides of the shaft, hideously soaking it. But even that horror seemed less severe when he saw his cock darken to a chalky pinkish-gray, and then his familiar mushroom head becoming a much darker gray color as the glans shortened and restructured the thinning tip into the similar blunt-shaped crown like Vien's penis. Danny looked up as his swollen cock lifted up from the dense new explosion of velvety black pubic hair, spotting the reflected image of his now smaller grayish-black scrotum tucked between his legs. Soft shiny jet-black hairs quickly enveloped it, and Danny helplessly watched as the darker gray pigment rising upward beneath his oily pubes flowed downward and through his erection, turning it into a much darker replica of Vien's two-toned boner.

Then Danny felt his stiffened penis shrinking. He looked down again, shuddering as his thick hard-on constricted, becoming much thinner, slowly shrinking inch after inch from its normal erect adult length into a rigid teenage boner as dark foreskin began climbing up from the nearly black base. Danny swallowed, staring at the gray folds of oily flesh rising upwards around his smaller 6" darkened shaft, silently groaning when the ghastly foreskin sheath encased the pinkish-red area below the now squat gray head and continued climbing higher, wrapping around even his blunt mushroom's tip where it soon accumulated the excess and formed a gruesomely puckered, wrinkly dark gray half-inch long spout.

"You got more of Dad's Laotian coloring than I did, Danh," Vien said, slipping his shirt on over his head. "I know Miguel's gonna enjoy one other change even more, especially with your dark Vietnamese skin and thick oily hair because his hygiene borders on almost none, too. Well, not until I make him go take a shower anyway, so he needs someone who tolerates being kinda grungy, and maybe even prefers it the same as him."

Danny heard Vien's explanation for his darker skin, immediately remembering he was half Vietnamese from his Mom, and half Laotian from their Bo, their father, and that his own older brother Vien often teased him that his Mom would just send him back to Laos unless he took a bath with him. It was why Danny felt so frightened from water as a young kid, and that Red River boat ride, thinking he was really being sent away to go live with his Dad's Bo, his ong noi, in Laos. Even now, his infrequent bathing habits were a remnant of his childhood from both Sa Pa and Lao Cai, something the Sisters rarely tolerated.

Danny heard the sound of bones crunching inside his head, felt those agonizing spikes of pain and that internal shrinking sensation as his skull compacted, reshaped, and changed his facial features. The reflection staring back at him in the mirror appeared grossly distorted, and Danny watched his nose flattening out against his lengthened face, both nostrils flaring wider as the bridge of his nose completely altered, merging beneath his darkening flesh. Glossy black hairs sprouted through both dark eyebrows, forming thick black brows as the upper eyelids seemed to pull upward and disappear as the flesh around his eyes narrowed and created their lengthier, thinly slanted Vietnamese appearance. A painful snap within Danny's jaw repositioned his jawbone and chin, and Danny trembled as even his teeth and gums made bony cracking noises as they transformed and readjusted the interior spaces inside his smaller mouth. Even his tongue was affected, as if it were somehow becoming longer and slightly thinner, and wetter from more overactive salivary glands forcing him to swallow more frequently. Danny wanted to vomit from the stronger, sweeter-tasting saliva, but the strange taste faded with a few awful swallows. His ears were already reshaped, and much smaller, Danny noticed in his reflection, and those once familiar vibrant blue eyes staring back at him were now the color of dark chocolate.

And then Danny felt his entire scalp tingling, watching the existing hairs on it rapidly growing radically inches longer, darkening as countless more glossy black hairs sprouted across his scalp. The strands neatly separated down the center, and Danny watched his hair creating an extremely Asian-looking hairstyle, perfectly replicating Vien's shiny black Vietnamese hair, cringing as two thick oily breaking black waves extended out over his forehead. Within seconds, the soft lengthening strands began sweeping downward and drooping back down against the sides of his face, some reaching past his chin and bottom lip before the trained curves and angled cut parted the velvety curtains back toward his neck and over his ears. Danny felt the long hairs draping down at the back of his neck now as well, and saw that same squared mullet-like growth they were forming between both shoulders. Oh God, please no, Danny thought, staring at his reflection. Please tell me this is just some sick dream. I look like ... like another young little Asian kid. No, I look like a Vietnamese teenager popping an ugly-lookin' uncut 6" boner!

"It reaches close to 6-and-a-half," Vien stated, correcting Danny's thoughts. "Besides, what would a horny 18-year-old Viet boy who looks like a 14 or 15-year-old teenager need anything bigger for, Danh? Once you feel what stroking it and docking it with foreskin is like, you won't mind its smaller size, little bro. Miguel's not gonna spend too much time before he starts teachin' you his cock docking hand job. The boy's got a nice warm slippery snug tube for it, too. But now it's time for some of Kenichi's skater boy tats and queer Emo body piercings. One nipple each works. Mmm, that one."

Danny's nipple burned as Kenichi's left nipple barbell pierced his left nipple. A dark skull tattoo also appeared on Danny's left shoulder, and the three black outlined stars at Kenichi's inner wrist instantly transferred onto Danny's left wrist. Danny flinched as the Japanese teenager's wet leather cockring snapped tightly around his penis, and he flinched each time one of the six chrome hoops from Kenichi's upper left ear pierced his own, followed by the chrome arrow ear pin at the top. Six more of the fanged skull tats from Kenichi's arms and legs shifted to Danny's body. Danny's right eyebrow burned when the two chrome barbells on Kenichi's right eyebrow pierced his, suddenly breaking out in a heavier sweat as his hair instantly thickened and became noticeably dirtier, and much sharper smelling, his scalp growing rapidly warmer and more moist with the increase from the extra sweat and the excess of its secreting oils. And then one out of those four chrome snake-bite circular barbell piercings inside Kenichi's bottom lip pierced through Danny's bottom lip, followed by another snake-bite piercing sting at the left front part of his lower lip as the second circular barbell from the teen's lip penetrated flesh.

"Your hair's dirty now," said Vien, and leaned down, sniffing Danny's hair. "Oh yeah. Nice and ripe for him. Smells real good, bro. You still like it that dirty, huh?"

The strong dirty odor Danny smelled from his own hair was somehow more appealing now, as if he liked the stronger, heavier pungent odors. The sweet, citrus-like odor he noticed before wasn't too bad either, Danny thought, and it seemed to increase suddenly with his thoughts. His cock had actually swelled harder from the soft silkiness and smell of the hair covering most of his face, and he now loved the way its curved arches accentuated the narrowed contours of his attractive Vietnamese features and caught on the chrome cap on both lower lip piercings to help drape some long oily hairs to his lips.

"Your name really does suit you," Vien said, spying Kenichi's skin for another tattoo to switch onto his queer little punkish-Emo brother. He zippered up his blood red Element skateboard shorts. "I guess Mom named you Danh Viet Cong Ngo once she freakin' noticed how overpowering your sweet Ngo smell was, and it still is, too. Danh Viet means famous Viet boy, she said. But seriously, Danh, Miguel's gonna spew his load mad quick when he smells you. He loves kinky dirty boys same as you. Especially Asian boys. He told me that he thinks the two of you should be together, that he wished you were his lover and boyfriend because you would like being just as dirty as him."

Danny's cock stiffened again. The intense pleasurable sensation from the moistened tip swelling inside his new foreskin sheath was irrefutable. Unspeakable homosexual desires inundated Danny's thoughts when Vien mentioned Miguel spewing his load, and loving kinky dirty boys, and the outrageous images he pictured were so instantly arousing and clear, he wasn't able to resist the excitement his responding youthful erection unleashed. It felt like his entire being craved Miguel, that hot Mexican teenager with blue eyes Vien had introduced him to hours earlier. Strangely, Danny knew all about the filthy Latin's troubled past, from his rough East LA childhood and brutal orphanage he fled from after his sick Mom died, to some sexual details that made Danny inexplicably attracted to the dominant gay top. Danny just hoped his older brother Vien wasn't fooling about Miguel wishing they were lovers, because something inside Danny had even wished that same thing the instant he had first smelled the sexy Mexican teenager's sweaty cinnamon-like scent and strong ripe body odor.

As Kenichi dressed in the new clothes Oki had for him, Vien spotted another tattoo that should be on his little brother instead. He added some brighter colors and additional details to the bold Japanese tattoo, and then transferred it onto Danny's back.

"I bet your flight from Hanoi today made you very sleepy," Vien said, lifting Kenichi's discarded briefs and jeans. He corrected a few items in the Fossil wallet, and added a passport with Danh's Vietnam release and American entry documents in the pocket. "Here you go, Danh. Slip your clothes back on, and then we help get you settled in. We fixed a bedroom for you near Miguel's room. It's not much, but there's a 50" flat screen, a dvr, a PS4, and an Xbox 1, too."

Danh swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and reached out for the clothing Vien had extended, trying to remember ever wearing them. The blue briefs were small, decorated with multiple miniature skulls, and labeled 'pull-in' across the front waistband. Danh was certain he had never seen them before, and the thinly faded material felt far more expensive than anything he could remember ever owning or wearing. And sliding his legs inside, seeing the stains and skid marks inside them, Danh knew they were never really his, but he was immediately excited by Vien's idea that he might have been wearing them. Strange as it seemed, they fit perfectly, bulging out the snug built-in pouch where his balls and 6" uncut cock were compressed inside the damp stained interior as they slipped nicely inside his butt crack. The stained, ripped, and well-worn Volcum skateboarding jeans with frayed leg seams and matching holes at the knees were extremely comfortable, and once he fastened the button snap at his narrow waist and zipped them up, their snug slender look fit perfectly around his bony waist.

"Du'o'c nhu'ng dieu khai thac de giu?" Danh questioned, startled by his heavily accented and boyishly young voice. He glanced at Vien, unsure why his brother had such an empty, blank expression on his face. Danh was about to ask the question again when he realized he was speaking Vietnamese, and asked him again in choppy broken English, "These thing mine for keep?"

"Oh," Vien said, and handed Danh Kenichi's stained T-shirt and beat-up Van's skateboard shoes. "Well, they are yours, Danh, so yeah, you can still keep them. You left some of your clothes in here, earlier so, hey Oki? When we're ready, please take Danh's luggage and the other things he brought here with him to his bedroom for me. Thanks, Oki. You like having your dirty long hair always like that, Danh?"

Combing his fingers upward through the thick moist blankets of hair parted at the middle of his scalp, Danh swept the two soft black waves backwards from his forehead, quickly becoming aroused by the erotic oily sensation as they neatly draped back out and over it again. The act was a temporary fix, because the instant he leaned forward to slide the Van's on, both oily waves pulled the long velvety curtains downward and across the sides of his face again. Danh felt the inward curving strands brushing against his lips, and purposely sucked them into his mouth, tasting the oil from their wet tips. The worn-out grungy Van's smelled a little odd as Danh slid his bare feet into the damp interior, but he noticed his own feet had an unpleasantly strong, and somewhat different filthy smell also. Strangely, he didn't even need to retie the double knotted laces, and staring at the curious graphics on the scuffed toes, Danh wondered if the symbols were Japanese or Chinese, and what they meant. He draped the soiled T-shirt over his shoulder.

"Vang, I mean, um, yes, anh trai," Danh said, flipping his head backward to sweep his hair out of his eyes. "Yes, older brother. That is, um, that is so okay."

Suddenly realizing how challenging it was soon going to be for Danny to adapt to his own young hormone induced homosexuality, his own new dirty Vietnamese physique, and all the cravings it would soon demand from him with Miguel's sexual dominance, along with that obvious language barrier and brutal Vietnamese accent he was now speaking with, Vien now wondered how long it might take Danny to remember what, and who, he once was. He knew letting Miguel have sex with him would accelerate the adult's memory drastically faster, and that was why he'd planned to record Danny's surrender to Miguel. Danny's discovery that he was once a much older man, and a straight adult, but was now both enjoying, and even craving having passionate homosexual sex with an unwashed sweaty Mexican teenager who smelled pleasantly ripe with strong boyish body odor, should outsell every previous Latino video Vien had ever offered. And Danny's surrender to the young boy's domination and rough sex would permanently bind him to Miguel's own filth and dirty bathing habits the more he ejaculated and obeyed the Mexican's outlandish requests. Miguel had asked Vien to make Danny like being as dirty as him, forever, but Vien added an escape for the man if his own willpower was strong enough to resist becoming Miguel's entirely willing passive slave. That escape would also help Danny lose most of his fractured Vietnamese broken English accent much faster, and even speed up the loss and decreased usage of his northern Vietnam and Hmong-related dialect Vien thought he was using in place of their native Vietnamese language.

Unknowingly, in the complex memories Vien created in Danh's head, Vien's little brother, Danh Viet Cong Ngo, had already long forgotten every trace of his own native Black Hmong village's dialect, just like Vien had, both leaving Sa Pa, Vietnam for the USA when they were still walking around naked as infants. Danh had also lost his second Hmong dialect learned from those Black Hmong captors who raised him between the ages of 7 and 14.

But Daniel Prescott would not escape his permanent Vietnamese physique, or the immature young 15-year-old thoughts and Japanese-imbedded basic intelligence that he gained from Kenichi Matsuo's transferred knowledge and shy personality the instant he ejaculated.

One orgasm, willing or not, should end Daniel James Prescott's transformation, and seal Danh Viet Cong Ngo's eternally homosexual boyish teenage existence into his horny young Vietnamese skateboarder's pleasure, or become his endless nightmare of sexual torments with a dominating young Mexican teenager constantly demanding lengthy sex-filled nights and unlimited days of sweaty humiliations that perfectly mirrored each of the boy's own juvenile lusts and insatiable needs.

Vien helped Danh stand up, Danh's spine cracking loudly as each disc aligned to Danny's shortened 5'7" height. "You do look a bit sleepy, little bro. Kenichi? Would you mind carrying Danh Viet downstairs for me? You're that Yee dude's younger brother, aren't you, Kenichi?"

Kenichi smiled, flipping the purple and blond strands of long hair covering half of his face backward, and then tucking them behind his flesh-tunnel pierced right ear. "Hideo is my cousin. Just everyone thinks we're bro's 'cause we kinda look and act like we're twin bro's, dude. 'Cept he's like 4 years older, and signed with Etnies after I bailed their numbers. Okito and me been hangin' together ever since. And dude, thanks for the invite to come live with so I could stay with my hot boyfriend. I'm never headin' back home if you let me stay, dude. I like bein' a help, fixin' stuff, too, so, yeah, I'll carry your little sex magnet of a bro downstairs. He's some mad eye-candy, just like my own sexy Okito looks to me, Vien. Dude, that's a rad piece of major work on your back. Looks like we're both tat heavy into dragons with dark werewolf and vampire skulls, too, kid. They look mad sweet. Some friggin' sweet piercings, too, just like mine. Lovin' our matched snake bites, dude. My name's Kenichi Yee. Your name is Danh Viet?"

"Um, yes, I am also what you just say, in to dragon tattoo, also," Danh said, and nodded shyly at the tall, muscular Japanese teenager admiring his Japanese-style dragon tattoo. The brawny teen looked like a young Japanese Emo version--or Japanese clone--of the hot shirtless werewolf star, Taylor Lautner, from the Hollywood USA movie, Twilight. Except for his Japanese eyes and two-color dyed black bangs, he looked so similar to the actor, including that solid 8-pack on his impressive beefy abdomen, Danh wondered if he really might be the movie actor, and those Hollywood special effects computers just made Taylor appear to be a Caucasian teenager on camera instead of a Japanese teenager. "I get the tattoo lady many time famous about just 1 week maybe before I leave Hanoi, and so I, um, came here home, now lives here, too."

"Nice, dude," Kenichi Yee said, scratching his abs, unsure what the kid was even saying about some tattoo lady. He barely understood the cute young shirtless teen. "So you liked lived over in Hanoi, dude, way over there in like Vietnam? Sweet."

Danh glanced blankly at the muscle guy, confused, and then at the guy's sexy abdominals. He had wanted to explain about the large tat he received in Hanoi a week before exiting what he felt was the last time he would see his motherland. The Vietnamese artist said she added vampire and werewolf skulls, just like he had asked her for, but he had yet to actually see the whole massive dragon tattoo she had spent a day stabbing into his back. Vien had sent him $2 thousand American dollars to 'have some fun', over $4 million Dong, more VND than Danh had ever seen or held in his entire life, and that fat wad of local money was enough to pay for the tattoo, more street food than he could eat all week, and had even paid for 2 T-shirts for every one of the skateboarding brothers Vien said were now his new family. There was even a few thousand Dong left to pay for the shipping of the sacred gift he knew his anh trai needed--it was already placed in the main room and burning its sacred incense at the gold-plated sacred fat Buddha for honoring lost loved ones, family or friends--but also serving as Danh's offering to his older brother, and a blessing for each of his new brothers and newfound family.

"You have so many nice skulls, too," Danh said, noticing how similar that fanged skull tattoo on his shoulder looked like the fanged skull tattoos on the teen's arm. "Some of yours look same like mine, but, I no want Okito be so very um, jealous if you now carry me to the down the stair. I not feel so sleepy, I not even--"

But when Kenichi's powerful arms lifted Danh up, interrupting his challenging conversion into English before he could finish, and draped him over his strong bony shoulder like a heavy sack of ginger root, Danh barely noticed the teen's beefy muscled back, or the big dragon tattoo that disappeared beneath his jean's waistband as his eyes suddenly closed and pulled him into the blackness of an immediate instant sleep.

Vien moaned softly. "Mmm. Now that's the perfect walk-in for their production. Let me get the cameras rolling before you bring him downstairs, Kenichi. Then set Danh on the mattress, facedown. When Miguel enters, he sees his lover's backside, and he takes off his young Viet lover's clothes, cut to Miguel's building hard-on and we have us another Latino Lover Series opening scene. I'll yell out for you when I'm ready, Kenichi."

Danh Viet Cong Ngo slowly opened his eyes, looking into the light blue eyes staring down at him. The sweaty Mexican teen was naked, had stripped off Danh's clothes as well, and had maneuvered himself between his legs, holding them wide apart and backward toward his chest. Dahn looked down at the stiffened shaft of the teenager, captivated by the rigid length of slick Mexican flesh curving steeply upward in aroused eager readiness, its fat mushroom's head and thick veined column protruding from its greasy brown foreskin sheath like a swollen bronze missile. Precum poured out of the wide vent and streamed downward along the underside of the lengthy spike's wrinkled covering, the slimy stripe of creamy white paste giving stark contrast to the bronze color of the teenage Mexican's flesh.

Danh shuddered as the fat mushroom head prodded at his small opening, moaning as Miguel nudged his hips forward and forcefully pushed the bloated head slowly inside him without hesitation. Wrapping both legs around Miguel's back, Danh lifted upward to ease some of the pain, and then crossed his ankles behind the Mexican as the teen slid his thick cock deeper inside him. Strangely, Danh felt he should fight the filthy Mexican's homosexual sex, but the rigid curved cock's hardness felt so amazingly good his own cock had become stiffly aroused. His thoughts were also increasing his excitement and pleasure, giving him a rush of enthusiasm and outrageous cravings for the hunk's young body. The sweaty teenager looked and smelled more intoxicating than he could explain, as though even his odors were exhilarating, increasing his confusing desire for rough gay sex.

As Miguel rose up on his knees, repositioning himself, Danh nodded with his submission. And with a slow downward push, groaning in time with Danh's own groans, he continued to force his stiffening shaft deeper inside and slipped more than half of his slippery cock into the Vietnamese teenager's slowly stretching tight hole even as Danh's own swelling cock surrendered its ejaculation. Miguel grunted, eager to force every possible inch of his thickly veined Mexican erection deep inside what he hoped would be his now equally grungy and filth-loving perspiring oily-haired Vietnamese horny boyfriend forever.

Danh Viet Cong Ngo couldn't control the squirting ropes of his sudden climax, each one unleashing more desire and more arousing lusts for the dirty Mexican's hard cock inside his asshole's receptive depths. Danny's mind shrieked for him to resist the teenager's pleasure, but his own increasing pleasures were too strong, and too enjoyable to fight the Mexican's slowly burrowing cock. And when the memories of his prior adult existence returned, revealing that he was previously an extremely wealthy heterosexual white male who, several hours earlier, had been a 55 year old adult without any homosexual cravings or interest in ever having gay sex with teenage boys, Danny cringed with disgust as he looked up at the teen forcing his swollen cock deeply inside him, humiliated that he now also felt completely aroused and shamelessly attracted to the teen's filthy body and gay sexual domination. Danny shuddered, unable to understand his emotions fully, staring at the dangling gay temptation above.

Reaching both hands up and combing his fingers through Miguel's coffee color oily brown hairs suspended down from the teen's dripping sweaty scalp, Danh felt his own cock react to the silken caresses and scalp scratching strokes when the curved boner stiffened with thick arousing response. Danh continued combing and brushing the moist hairs back from that bronzed face, and as Miguel's sweat-saturated pubic hairs compressed firmly against his scrotum, moistening his own sack, pubic hairs, and oily foreskin encased erection, the sweat-soaking shower Danh purposely encouraged prompted his arousal to skyrocket and tighten the wet leather strap fastened around his rigid boner.

Miguel forced his dick even deeper, eliciting more moans and whimpers from Danny as his thick veined length slid another inch inside. Rather than stopping his downward plunge, Miguel pushed even more forcefully and stretched Danny's ass muscles further, spreading them apart wider and pressuring them to squeeze tighter around the slick fat base of his nearly 9" long bulging curved Mexican cock.

"Open your mouth nice and wide for me, Danh," Miguel said. "I wanna make sure that you have the spit inside my mouth inside your mouth so you gotta be tastin' only mine when I'm fillin' your sweet tight Vietnamese ass with my creamy Mexican sperm. Don't swallow it until I tell you, Danh. But lemme see you smearin' some over your small teeth so I know you're tastin' it for me, and maybe you can let me do it afterward, too."

And as Danh opened his mouth, Miguel leaned forward and let a thin stream of his saliva spill from between his lips into Danh's mouth and onto his tongue. Miguel swelled even harder as he watched the thick spit from his own mouth pouring out and become Danh's new juicy spit. By guiding his leaking saliva to the front of that lengthy tongue, it would give Danh's taste buds enough time to taste exactly what his thick spit tasted like, and his boyfriend might even wanna willingly agree to drink his saliva from now on and share that same drooling fetish he sometimes liked drinking, too. Miguel was already thrilled the teen shared his hair stroking pleasure, even itching his scalp just like he enjoyed having someone do it to him, and he wondered what Danh's oily hairs might feel and smell like as he propped himself up on both forearms, tightly clenching his fingers into the jet-black glossy long hairs drooped against the sides of Danh's cute young heart-shaped narrow face. And keeping Danh's head still, Miguel slowly filled the boy's mouth with his juicy warm saliva, feeling the kid's cock growing stiffer beneath his pubes.

Danh nervously watched Miguel's saliva spilling into his mouth, and instantly tasted its buttery sweetness running down his tongue and collecting into a pool at the back of his throat. His erection responded from the syrupy flavor with another helplessly provoked stiffening arousal, this time coaxing his mushroom's blunt head from its foreskin sheath out into Miguel's soft curly pubic hairs sweat-soaked jungle. Some of that moisture he sensed saturating his boner and pubes must have been his own, Danh guessed, but it gave his mushroom an oil slick of lubrication and another cum-spurting orgasm. Sliding his tongue through the white frothy string of spit drooling from Miguel's tongue, Danh used it to smear the Mexican's saliva across his own teeth, applying its slimy film against the front and backs of each of them, and resisted the urge to swallow the sweaty teen's accumulating sweet thick buttery spit. Danh wondered if Miguel enjoyed someone licking, sucking and sniffing at his dirty hair and sweaty body, because Danh's fetishes included doing that with grungy teenagers who rarely ever bathed, just like the Hmong teen's that he learned to service in Sa Pa, Vietnam. After 4 different age cycles of boys entering puberty, 7 years of captivity had given Danh many childish pleasures. But Danh's sexual thoughts were now about Miguel, and willingly servicing the hot Mexican teenager giving him a generous succulent mouthful of his thick and greasy-tasting spit.

Groaning--nearly swallowing Miguel's saliva when the teenager started hammering his fat cock violently back and forth, pausing for only a second or two with the backward tug as the mushroom head painfully stretched and forced the lips of Danh's hairy rectum firmly around its friction heated crown before it had slammed back into his bowels again--Danh gazed up into Miguel's striking blue eyes and roughly clutched onto those lengthy brown oily hairs when the teenager's severely curved rigid boner plunged deep, throbbing and spurting its powerful ejaculating discharge.

"Fuck yeah," Miguel grunted, pumping strong jets of his Mexican sperm, and licked his tongue across Danh's sexy red pierced lower lip. He moistened his young-looking lover's upper lip with more spit, and said, "Go on swallow mine now, sexy boy. I-I'm cummin'. That's what I ... oh fuck yeah, man. That's it, one more. One--no two, oh oh. Mmm. Sniff mine for me? Yeah?"

Danny's thoughts twisted wildly out of control. He felt totally confused and defeated, and emotionally aroused and thrilled all at the same time. His brain wasn't connecting with any prior restraints now, didn't really even know what they were like before, and his reactions toward everything seemed reckless and spontaneous, as though controlled by the hormones inside his boyish 18-year-old Vietnamese teenage body, and his stimulating adolescent spawned thoughts. He didn't need to resist any of the sexual feelings he had for Miguel, and the hot muscular teenager was obviously equally attracted and aroused by him, encouraging his willing surrender to every lust and desire he felt for him without embarrassment. Danny swallowed Miguel's thick saliva, distressed that he actually liked it, and also because he felt so excited drinking it. Somehow, Miguel knew his passions, maybe even sharing some of them it now seemed when he asked if he wanted to sniff where his eyes were focused. Danny couldn't think of what to say, or how to reply, but Miguel knew what he was contemplating, and had nodded with surprised excitement that he wanted to do this for him. And as Miguel's cock pumped another jet into him, Danny brushed the teen's moist hair outwards from his oily scalp and guided the boy's head downward until it pressed against his face, blanketing his face beneath the soft wet silk-like strands of hair, enthusiastically sniffing the dirty hairs and strong odors from his indulgent lover and handsome, desirable gay boyfriend.

Oh shit, I-I want him, Danny realized, growing hard from the teenager's potent and harsh filthy scent. I want his stiff cock to keep me like this now. Harder, oh yeah, harder, Danny's brain demanded, inhaling deeper as Miguel resumed a frenzied groin-against-groin slamming assault, aggressively
penetrating his willing, submissive tight hole and fusing Danny's lusts forever to his Mexican lover's dominating juvenile passions.

Miguel lovingly conquered and eagerly welcomed Vien's new little brother as his adorable grungy young-looking gay Vietnamese boyfriend. The kid looked about 14 or 15 years old even with Kenichi's tattoos, Emo body piercings, and a bushy nest of pubic hair, younger than even Okito and Kenichi despite having once been an adult who could now never become any older, or appear that much different from his current adolescent boyish
appearance. And now that he was entirely linked to Miguel's own bathing habits, even his filthy and sweaty body would remain permanently connected and tied to all of the same exact tactics, inclinations, and personal hygiene aversions Miguel requested for Vien to instill inside his horny young passive bottom-loving obedient lover. He looked forward to thanking the teenage skateboarder that had permanently changed his life, giving him the hottest young Vietnamese skater boy boyfriend that Miguel could have ever imagined or found. But that appreciation wasn't necessary to be expressed tonight. And Miguel wanted his lover well trained and enslaved to his every sexual pleasure by morning--something both young teens didn't realize was still getting reinforced and amplified with each ejaculated squirt of sperm Danny released--and would soon have the exact mirrored lusts of his Mexican lover instilled even stronger than Miguel ever thought possible with 14 more hours of gay sex pounding dark night still remaining.

Milking out another spurt of the orgasm pumping into Okito's slippery butt, Vien glanced up at the video screen mounted on his bedroom wall. Vien watched the young punkish-Emo Vietnamese teenage skateboarder who, just hours earlier this morning, awoke in a bed as Attorney Daniel Prescott, continue willingly surrendering his previous adult's existence and become the resurrected little brother Vien lost 12 years ago on a Vietnam boat ride,
with each one of the slurping sucks and gruesome licks that he was supplying his Mexican lover's sweaty armpits. Multiple cameras were recording the young lovers from different angles, manipulated remotely by the main controller set in front of Vien when either the two teenager's positions warranted a change, or when either he or the Japanese teenager beneath him wanted to target some close up action scenes. Oki's filming talents were an even greater set of skills for editing filmed scenes on the computer, producing high-end videos that generated an internet revenue approaching $3 million in sales. Live tickets to tonight's webcast might add another couple thousand Vien expected, with future video sales bringing in plenty of cash to buy the new large mansion up for sale across from an elderly nosy widow who would soon wake up and discover the early morning intruder inside her house was transforming her into a horny gay black teenage skater boy.

Vien had already ensured Okito's boyfriend was very well endowed, groaning as the Asian duplicate of that movie star created for Oki with Kenichi's preserved Japanese features, plunged his now nearly 11" long monster boner deeply into Vien's offered anus.

Kenichi's instilled pack mating fetish--something Okito secretly added once Vien agreed to transform his gay teenage Emo bud into an 18 year old Japanese version of that hunky movie actor Taylor Lautner--had prompted or caused him to wildly mount Vien from behind, an act Okito had never considered Vien ever letting someone attempt. When that enormous cock was first revealed, Vien suggested he should loosen Oki up first, if Kenichi didn't object, and that may have been Vien's first mistake. Once buried inside him, Kenichi's attack had caught Vien completely unprepared, off guard, Oki shamefully believed.

Utterly infatuated now with werewolf movies just like Okito, along with the upturned and available offered ass he realized Vien was clearly giving that invitation for, Kenichi's
new realization and instincts awakened him without understanding the desire. He guessed only moments earlier that his size might split Okito so wide apart that even Vien's own skills wouldn't repair the damage, but with Vien's ass stretching, it might help his mate experience his larger erection if he made Vien mate him as well. And as Kenichi supplied his heated seed into the unsuspecting gay skateboarder he now fantasized about having for another mate, he watched Vien intently mating himself with his chosen mate.

Kenichi would soon have his second new Asian mate, and spread his infected seed into the other boys within his new pack, forming common mates of every other juvenile that would soon be equally fought over, dominated, and shared among their beds and sexual pleasures
for their new unquenchable Japanese master and alpha dominant leader.

And very soon, Vien swelled from the painful doggy-style 3-way he had shamefully agreed to be a part of for his reward to Kenichi's physical change, all of the thoughts Oki had implanted from the unnatural alternate reality of movies somehow materialized into their actual Earthly reality through Kenichi Matsuo-Yee's brain, and rapidly started spreading both Okito's and Vien's new Japanese boyfriend's own----

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• Skateboarder infection into the entire world's population
• Japanese genetic infection into the entire world's population
• Werewolf infection into Vien's brothers
• Werewolf infection into Vien's skatepark friends and entire neighborhood
• Feral werewolf infection into Vien's brothers
• Feral werewolf infection into Vien's skatepark friends and entire neighborhood
• Vampire infection into Vien's brothers
• Vampire infection into the entire world's population
• Vampire infection into every skateboarder across the planet
• Demon infection into Vien's brothers
• Alien infection into Vien's brothers
• Zombie infection into Vien's brothers
• Human skateboarding teenage lusts into Vien's brothers
• Human skateboarding teenage fears into Vien's brothers
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