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title: 'CHAPTER SEVEN'
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### My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 7

Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2004 13:54:29 -0800 (PST)
From: tom jones <mb_writr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 7

Suffice to say that it is this characteristic feature of the hypnotic state
- the absolute surrender of will and self-consciousness to the hypnotiser -
which possesses such importance, from its bearing upon crime, in the eyes
of legal authorities.


"My Dad, The Homo Zombie"
CHAPTER SEVEN

By: Molester By Proxy
mb_writr@yahoo.com


"And would this be who I think it is?", Sir Albert asked, briefly glancing
at his pedo-buddy as he then stared at the kindergartner holding the man's
hand.

"This is the one. Had a hell of a time finding him. His name is Austin",
Mr. Hendricks answered with a lecherous grin. "He's new to school - just
started with us. Isn't that right, Austy?"

The little boy nodded and stated proudly but with some struggle, "I'm in
kin...kindy...kindygarden." Austin then noticed me and smiled big as he
beamed, "Hi! I remember you! You were my big brother."

I smiled back and confirmed that indeed I had been the sixth grader
assigned to him during Big Brother/Sister- Little Brother/Sister Week
during those first few days of school.

"We only have a few minutes with this little guy", Mr. Hendricks said to
Sir Albert. "I told his parents I'd take him to the bathroom while they run
the Halloween Haunted Walk. The gym is getting packed now that the fair is
open." As he spoke I noticed that the Vice-Principal, still holding Austin
by the hand, had casually but firmly pressed their clutched hands to his
crotch. Surely, the little boy could feel the man's obvious chubby with in
his slacks.

Sir Albert was not deterred. "Well, without further delay then we'll have
to get little Austin here to show all of us what you were telling me
about", he said to Mr. Hendricks. He grinned big; his white teeth looking
magnificent yet like choppers that could bite off a bat's head.

Then, looking at the small boy, the hypnotist said, "Your Vice-Principal
here tells me you have a very, very special little talent, Austin. Is that
true?"

The boy looked slightly confused and yet, ironically blushed. It seemed he
knew something.

And I knew something about Austin because I was the one who had then
pointed him out to Mr. Hendricks over a month earlier.

When I was his big brother for a week, I had to take him to this same
bathroom. And it was here that he told me a huge secret. I then told
Mr. Hendricks the boy's secret when the man pressed me to tell him whatever
I knew about all the boys in the kindergarten class.

I suppose it was because Austin was in this same boy's bathroom that he may
have sensed that we all might haven already known to which secret Sir
Albert was referring.

Yet the boy shook his head as if he didn't have any secrets.

"Oh, we know you have a very nice secret", Sir Albert said as he crouched
before the little kid. "It's okay. It's a secret we'd all like to hear
about. Maybe you can even show us."

Austin looked at the mysterious man but then clutched Mr. Hendricks' hand
more tightly.

"It's okay", Austy", Mr. Hendricks said with a smile. "You can tell them
your secret. None of us will tell anybody."

"Can you show us what your special talent is, Austin?", Sir Albert pressed
on. "Mr. Hendricks here says you like a special drink very, very much. Is
that right?"

The little boy shook his head, as though denying what we all already
knew. I knew it because he had blurted it out right here six weeks earlier
as he watched me pee at the urinal.

Mr. Hendricks gave me a commanding glance as he nodded toward Austin. He
wanted me to help out I figured, so I said, "Come on, Austin. It's
okay. It's a good secret. Mr. Hendricks and Sir Albert are super cool about
it. You can tell them."

I knew or guessed that both men already knew exactly what the secret
was. And I figured that was why Austin, of all the kids in the gymnasium,
had been chosen to return with Mr. Hendricks.

But still, the boy acted suspiciously as he maintained that he didn't know
any special secret at all.

Sir Albert, remaining cool but slightly exasperated looked up at his
pal. "Does he have a secret or not?", he asked Mr. Hendricks.

"Oh, he's got one", the Vice-Principal replied. "Be a good boy, Austy, and
tell them what your favorite special drink is."

The boy rigorously shook his head to say no, but now he was smiling -
almost on the verge of giggling.

"Ohhhhh, so you do have a special secret after all, don't you?", Sir Albert
said with a grin. He tousled the small child's sandy-blonde hair as if he
were extremely proud of the boy. "Won't you tell me your secret?"

But Austin continued to refuse even though he was smiling and looking at
each of us in turn.

"They're going to wonder...", Mr. Hendricks, flashing his wristwatch, said
to Sir Albert.

Sir Albert understood that time was of the essence and, as he continued to
crouch before the five-year-old, he said, "Look at me, Austin."

The boy started giggling, knowing he had a special secret that these two
men and big kid couldn't worm out of him. He looked at me and then giggled
some more.

"Austin!", Sir Albert said more firmly. "Look at me."

And hearing the booming voice of an adult man who was clearly getting
annoyed, Austin looked right at Sir Albert and into the man's eyes.

"You have funny eyes", the boy said meekly.

"Do you think so?", Sir Albert asked calmly. "Look into them. Can you tell
me what colors they are?"

The tot looked more intently into the hypnotist's eyes as if trying to tell
which was blue and which was green.

"Which is green? The left one or the right one?", Sir Albert asked in a
very low, soothing voice.

"Um", Austin muttered. "The green one is..."

And at once the boy stood still, seemingly transfixed on the man's
eyes. But as both Mr. Hendricks and I looked more closely, we could see
that the small child's eyes had the same, strange glassiness to them as did
the stare of Mr. Perrish.

"Is he under?", Mr. Hendricks asked with a mixed tone of amazement and lewd
excitement.

"It never takes much at his age", Sir Albert stated as he stood tall before
the little boy. The man's crotch was nearly in the boy's face. "Unlike many
adults, they never need to be put into the deepest state of
unconsciousness. Their resistance at this age is so minimal that often a
mere hypnotic stare is usually enough to transmit any suggestion I send to
their mind."

"Wow", I muttered, both awestruck and scared at the same time. "Is he
really hypnotized?", I asked as I waved a hand in front of Austin's cute
face.

"Well, we're not having a staring contest, that's for certain", Sir Albert
said. "His mind is now under my control."

"Is he alright?", I asked, sort of afraid for the kid who had been my
Franklin Elementary little brother for a week.

"He's perfectly fine", Sir Albert stated with complete confidence. " I have
simply reached in and opened a door within his young mind. And I believe
he'll tell us his special secret now."

"Test to see if he'll tell us the truth. Ask him if he's a slut",
Mr. Hendricks said with a lascivious chuckle.

"Of course he'll tell me the truth. They cannot help but tell me the truth
when under my control." And as he stood before the small boy, Sir Albert
asked, "Can you hear my voice?"

And the small boy softly replied, "Yes."

"Good", the hypnotist said. "Are you afraid, Austin?"

The small boy shook his head to say no.

"Are you in any pain?", Sir Albert then asked.

"No", the kindergartner replied.

"Do you know where you are?", Sir Albert asked.

"No", the boy replied as he stared, as if blind, into the man's crotch
which clearly displayed the man's very prominent and lengthy trousersnake.

"And who am I?", the man continued.

"I don't know", the boy said.

"Good, good. But you will do everything I tell you, right, Austin?", Sir
Albert said as he quickly looked at both Mr. Hendricks and me with a smile.

"Yes", the boy replied quietly as though it were simply fact.

"That's right." Sir Albert said. "So now be a good boy and tell us all what
your most favorite drink is in the whole wide world", Sir Albert
instructed.

"Milkyjuice", the boy stated.

"Milkyjuice?", Sir Albert asked, although he already knew to what the boy
referred. "And where do you get milkyjuice?"

"From a milkybotty", the small boy replied.

"And what's a milkybotty?", the hypnotist asked. "And can you point to a
milkybotty?"

Austin nodded in the affirmative.

"Point to a milk bottle then Austin", Sir Albert commanded softly.

And without his eyes ever leaving that far off place in the very distant
horizon, Austin's tiny right index finger pointed directly at the
hypnotist's crotch.

"Is there a milkybotty inside there?", he asked the child.

And Austin nodded.

"Do you see any other milk bottles in this room?", the hypnotist asked.

Mr. Hendricks as he grinned, turned his hips to point his tented crotch
directly toward the tot. "He sure knows this one", the Vice-Principal
smirked, passively admitting to the fact that he must have been playing
with the child ever since I first told him about Austin.

"Shhh! Quiet", Sir Albert chastised his fellow molester. "We need quiet
please."

Again the hypnotist gently asked Austin, "Can you point to another milk
bottle?"

And slowly the five-year-old pointed first to Mr. Hendricks' crotch and
then to mine. I hadn't even ever done anything with Austin and yet he
pointed to my crotch as well. I suppose he either recalled my penis from
when he watched me pee that one time. Or perhaps the kid just knew that
every man and boy had a "milkybotty" in his pants.

"Good Austin", Sir Albert stated. "That was very, very good."

Mr. Hendricks, felling overzealous and perhaps overly comfortable, began to
unzip his suit trousers. But Sir Albert held up his hand for the man to
stop. "Not yet", he said beneath his breath.

Sir Albert then told Austin to follow him over to the middle stall. The
door was closed so the boy could not see that anyone was inside.

The hypnotist knocked three times on the stall's door calling out,
"Rise. Rise and face the door." We all stood there as we listened to a loud
clunking and thumping about within the stall. Clearly, Mr.Perrish was
getting off all fours and rising to his feet.

The hypnotist then directed his words to Austin as he said, "When I open
this door, you will see the person whose secret you keep."

Austin nodded as he stared blankly at the metal stall door.

My heart pounded as I realized that Austin was on the cusp of seeing a
man's huge erection - and that of our own school Principal. I wondered if
the sight might scare the little guy right out of his hypnotic state.

"When this door parts open, Austin, you will see the person whose secret
you keep. And you will tell us and then share with us your special
secret. Do you understand?", Sir Albert instructed.

"Yes", Austin replied.

I wondered if Mr. Perrish was in fact the man whose secret Austin had been
hiding from us. Like Mr. Hendricks, who I suspected must have been, was the
school Principal also playing with Austin? That didn't seem to make any
sense to me at all. At least not according to what Austin has blurted out
to me that day.

Then, as if performing some sort of perverse magic trick, Sir Albert pulled
open the stall door, slowly revealing a pantless and very erect Mr. Perrish
to the little boy.

Mr. Hendricks looked at me and winked as he whispered, "Told you he'd show
us something really good."

The top of Austin's head barely came up to where Mr. Perrish's navel lay
hidden beneath his dress shirt, leaving the man's huge boner and scrotum,
easily the size of man's fist, to point directly into the little boy's
face.

One could have heard the proverbial pin drop as we all seemed to catch our
breath at the sight we beheld.

"Who is this, Austin?", Sir Albert asked. "Is it the person with whom you
keep your very, very special secret?"

The kindergartner nodded.

"And who is it that you see?", the hypnotist asked.

"My daddy", the child replied as he stared Mr. Perrish in the cock.

Now I was really confused. I knew for certain that Austin was not one of
Mr. Perrish's many kids. His children were all in high school or college.

"So this is your daddy?", Sir Albert reiterated, making certain that the
boy's mind clearly understood.

"Yes. My daddy", Austin replied.

"Can you say hello to your daddy?", Sir Albert asked.

And Austin nodded as he said, "Hello daddy."

Sir Albert grinned at Mr. Hendricks and me as he then asked, "Can you give
your daddy a kiss?"

And Austin again nodded as he stepped a step closer to the big man who
stood before him.

"KISS! On the lips", the hypnotist stated, seemingly commanding both Austin
and Mr. Perrish into action.

Immediately, the boy stood on tippy toe as Mr. Perrish leaned down to kiss
the small child.

"Put your tongue in your daddy's mouth", Sir Albert commanded as he began
to slowly unzip his own trousers. And, oddly, I caught myself by surprise
as I suddenly found myself curious about the hypnotist's cock. Having seen
the way it bulged, it looked like it might have been really big.

Simply seeing his friend merely unzip signaled to Mr. Hendricks that it was
okay to do the same. In a flash, the Vice-Principal had pulled down his
zipper and hauled out his own erect cock. With his uncut penis jutting out
of his fly, he lewdly milked himself as he watched Austin and his boss in a
deep and very sexual kiss.

And it was undeniable that I sported yet another raging kidwoody in my new
pants as I stood watching the scene - both amazed at the hypnotic powers of
Sir Albert and yet, perhaps even moreso at the fact that I found hot the
sight of a five-year-old boy making out with a fifty-three year old man.

"Stop", Sir Albert commanded of the two. At that exact moment, Austin and
Mr. Perrish ended their salacious French kiss and stood before one another
once again.

"That was very good - very nice", Sir Albert said as he once again directed
his hypnotic attentions to the kindergartner.

As Sir Albert pointed to Mr. Perrish's massive erection, that every so
often would bounce in its very aroused state, he asked Austin, "What is
this?"

"Daddy's milkybotty", the child replied.

"That's your daddy's milk bottle?", the hypnotist asked.

And Austin nodded.

"And does your daddy let you drink from his milk bottle?", Sir Albert
asked, knowingly.

Hearing that question, Mr. Hendricks smirked and muttered, "Probably his
dad's fed the slut a gallon of the stuff already."

"Again, may we please have quiet", Sir Albert again requested forcefully.

"Austin, does your daddy let you drink from his milk bottle?", the
hypnotist again asked the small boy.

And Austin nodded as he answered, "Yes, all the time. Every night after he
tucks me in my bed and reads me a story."

"That's when your daddy has you suck on his milkybotty?", Sir Albert asked
as he dug into his own open fly, caressing his lengthy erection within his
slacks.

Nodding, Austin freely stated, "Uh ha. Every night he lets me drink warm
milk out of his milkybotty."

"Right there in your bed?", Sir Albert asked.

"Uh ha", Austin answered.

"And where is your mommy when you suck on daddy's milkybotty?", the
hypnotist inquired.

Austin simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Is she in the room, too?", the man asked.

With his eyes in a fixed stare, the boy's mouth dropped open. He then said,
"Oh no. No. That would be bad."

"What would be bad?", Sir Albert asked.

"If my mommy ever knew", the child replied.

"So mommy can't ever know then?", the hypnotist said.

And the boy nodded as he calmly said, "Nobody is suppose to ever, ever
know."

"It's a special secret that you and you daddy have, huh?", Sir Albert said.

"Uh ha. Just me and my daddy", Austin said. His head them turned slightly
to its right as if sensing that someone else was in the room. "And with
Mr. H., too."

"With Mr. H.?", Sir Albert asked with a conspiring grin. "Who is Mr. H.?"

"He's a teacher at my school", Austin replied. "More than a teacher. I
don't know what you call them."

"He is?", Sir Albert asked, knowing that the boy was referring to his
buddy. "Are you sure about that?", he then asked the child skeptically.

A confused expression came to Austin's mouth before he answered,
questioningly, "Uh ha. I think so. Isn't he?"

"No", Sir Albert stated. "The man you know as Mr. H. is not anyone at your
school."

The little boy licked his lips, again, as if confusion rambled through his
young mind. He then replied, quietly, "He's not?"

"No, he is not", Sir Albert said. "The man you know as Mr. H., the man who
plays with you like your daddy does, is a mechanic on the other side of
town. That is who Mr. H. is. He is no one you would ever recognize at your
school. He is a man who works in a place where they fix cars. Is that
clear?"

Austin stood very still for a moment, his subconscious absorbing the
hypnotist's suggestion before replying, "Uh ha. I understand."

"What do you understand?", Sir Albert asked.

"Mr. H. is a man who works at a place where they fix cars", Austin
echoed. "I don't know him from my school."

"Good", Sir Albert said. "That's right." The hypnotist then flashed a grin
at his pal, knowing, that from then on, Mr. Hendricks could get away with
anything he wanted to do with this boy and never have Austin point a finger
at him.

The hypnotist then took hold of Mr. Perrish's massive erection and asked
Austin, "Can you show us how you drink from your daddy's milkybotty? Your
daddy looks like he needs you to drink some of his milk. Can you do that
for him?"

And immediately Austin nodded as he leaned into Mr. Perrish's crotch. The
small boy took the girth of the man's thick shaft as best he could into his
two little hands and stood before the large man as though he held an actual
baby's milk bottle.


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