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title: 'CHAPTER FIVE'
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Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 16:25:59 -0800 (PST)
From: tom jones <mb_writr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 5

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 FIVE

By: Molester By Proxy mb_writr@yahoo.com


I was standing at one of the short sinks directly across from the three
stalls, where, in the middle one, I knew that Mr. Hendricks was with some
"mystery" person. And my heart began to pound.

Although ever since the third grade, I had screwed my Vice-Principal in
this same boy's bathroom and in that same exact stall, it remains - even by
the sixth grade - sort of nerve-wracking to sexually goof around in your
own school, you know? And especially on a morning when so many parents,
family members and strangers were on the premises.

I watched the middle stall as Mr. Hendricks parted its door, revealing to
me slowly what was inside. It appeared something like that magic act being
rehearsed back in the gymnasium - opening the coffin-like booth to reveal
someone inside.

"Hmm! Good morning, spermboy!", Mr. Hendricks said to me, clearly relieved
that it was me and not some other person who had happened upon what, that
morning especially, should have been a most-remote boy's bathroom.

"I'd like you to meet my friend, Al Berkin", he said. "Or the man who is
better known as "Sir Albert, Lord of All Darkness".

"Um, that's 'Master of the Hypnotic', Mike", the other man said to him.

I now could see a bit of another person's body inside the stall but, then,
this other man's head also suddenly and fully appeared above the low height
of the boy's bathroom stall door.

Whoever he was - Sir Albert, I figured - didn't look at all
scary. Conversely, he was a rather handsome man - tall, clean-cut and
lean. In fact, although roughly of his same age, Mr. Hendricks may have had
thirty pounds on the man.

"So you're the lil'dynamo, eh?", Sir Albert said with a toothy grin as he
looked me up and down. "Yum, yum, yum. I can see you are just by looking at
you."

As the man said that, I diverted my glance. Not so much out of any blushing
shyness but, rather, as to avert any hypnotic glance which the man might
send my way.

"Hi", I weakly replied.

"Hi back, little stud", Sir Albert replied. "Good to make your official
acquaintance. Although I feel like I know you already. For years now, I
have heard so much about you from Mike here, your Vice-Principal. Well, we
all know you know him way better than that, don't we, stud? I ought to say
that your cumhole, Mr. Hendricks, here tells me that you're going to let us
both play with you today."

I was struck so nervous that I didn't even realize that I had a boner
tenting out the pants, which my mom had just bought for me at Target.

"Just look at him", Mr. Hendricks said to his buddy. "I tell you, this
little stud can breed all day long. Just look at the fucking rod on the
kid."

"I am. I am", Sir Albert said, his arm hanging over and still clinging to
the top of the stall's door. I was trying to look past the two men but
their manly bodies blocked what may or may not have also been inside the
stall with them.

They noticed my neck craning slightly as I wondered what exactly they were
doing in the stall. I looked down their physiques yet neither seemed to
even be unzipped. And I thought, 'If they only like kids my age, what would
they be doing together in a bathroom stall?'

"Should we let him see?", Mr. Hendricks said, in a jovially conspiratorial
tone to his longtime friend.

"Why not?", Sir Albert responded. "He'll be seeing things this morning far
more shocking than this."

And with that, the two men parted slightly and, for the first time, I could
see that there was indeed a third person crammed into the stall with
them. But I couldn't tell who he was.

All I could assess was that there was an adult man, without any pants on,
kneeling on the floor, and facing the flusher wall. Although the man's
pants were completely off, he still wore black shoes and black socks and a
dress shirt. His manbutt was big, not fat, just big and, like his legs,
sort of hairy. It was not enough information to go on though.

Mr. Hendricks and his hypnotist friend chuckled lewdly as they could see I
was completely startled by the sight.

"Boys! Girls! Nah, not girls...Studs of all ages...nah...just the
under-aged ones! Your attention please", Sir Albert stated, bemusedly, with
some degree of showman's flourish, "Let me introduce you to your
elder...and a noted authority figure...the man with the power to supply
your classroom with computers... or to rescind all art and music
classes. Yes, meet your very own Franklin Elementary... school
Principal...Mr. Perrish!" Sir Albert then quickly looked at Mr. Hendricks
and asked, looking for confirmation, "His name IS Perrish, right?"

Mr. Hendricks nodded with a smile. "Big Paul Perrish."

I think my jaw dropped once I realized that I was staring directly at my
school Principal's backside. I was looking right at his naked butt.

"Where did his pants go?", I finally managed to ask.

Sir Albert swung the stall door all the way open and I could see a pair of
men's black trousers and a belt hanging from the hook on the back of
it. "We're keeping them clean for him", the hypnotist jested.

"Is he okay?", I asked. For a moment, I feared that perhaps the man got
sick on some Halloween potion, which some mad hypnotist, who would remain
unnamed, might carry with him from New Orleans. Maybe Mr. Perrish had been
vomiting out poison into the toilet bowl.

"Oh, he's fine", Sir Albert replied. "He's more than fine. Right, Mike?"

Mr. Hendricks reached down and grabbed a big handful of the school
Principal's left buttcheek and groped it - like it were ten pounds of raw
pot roast. And then he lewdly jested, "Yeah, he's fine. Heck, I always knew
he was an asshole."

Mr. Hendricks then looked directly to me and asked, "Want to see how big an
asshole our Principal, Mr. Perrish, is?" He then shoved a middle finger
directly up and to the knuckle into the kneeling man's butthole. "Ka-ching!
Ka-ching! You asshole!", Mr. Hendricks said as he roughly wormed his finger
around inside the man.

I thought the whole tableau before me was shockingly sexy. And I found
myself nearly overwhelmed as my boner tented and throbbed around like I had
shoved a squirrel - or maybe a magician's rabbit - into my pants.

But, at the same time, I also found that some of the sexy thrill was in the
fact it was intensely strange the way in which the school Principal, who
was always barking at someone to do something in the hallways, was now so
compliantly acquiescing to these two men. I wondered why Mr. Perrish hadn't
flinched or moved or even said a word all the while that Mr. Hendricks used
even more fingers to poke around deep inside his butthole.

Seeing my confusion, Sir Albert, who had been watching me intently the
entire time, explained, rather boastfully, "I have your Principal, your
Mr. Perrish here...under a hypnotic spell. He will neither do nor say
anything that he is not instructed to do or say. Do you understand that, my
yummy little fuckstud?"

I nodded, although I didn't understand it at all. I mean, I understood the
concept. But I was mystified that anyone could get Big Mr. Perrish, our
Principal ever since I was in kindergarten, a former minor league baseball
champion and dad of five kids, to be in the position he was now in.

Yet, at that moment, I clearly realized that this hypnosis thing must be as
really real as Mr. Hendricks had told me.

Once Mr. Hendricks withdrew his fingers from the man, Sir Albert leaned
down into Mr. Perrish's left ear and, in a very calm, cool and yet
undeniably authoritative voice, asked, "Is that not right, Mr. Perrish? You
will do anything and only those things which I, and I alone, command you to
do."

And for the first time I saw my school Principal move...slightly...as he
seemed to nod his head.

"What is your name?", Sir Albert asked the man as though testing him.

Immediately, the school Principal, responded in a slow, deep voice, "My
name is Pervert Perrish".

Hearing that, Mr. Hendricks looked right at me and grinned as he held up
his two thumbs.

"And what is your job here at the school?", Sir Albert commanded.

"My job is to give rides to the students who come in here", the man
replied, again his voice very slow and oddly deep.

Pointing to Mr. Perrish's now obscenely spread buttcheeks, Mr. Hendricks
enthusiastically interrupted, "Tell him to tell us what this is for again!"
obviously prompting his friend to allow me in on more of their "game".

Sir Albert smirked but was happy to oblige such a longtime pervert for a
friend. "Fine, Mike, fine", he said to Mr. Hendricks.

Then placing his thumb to Mr. Perrish's middle-aged, although
most-assuredly virginally tight butthole, the hypnotist asked the man,
"What is this for?"

"So that children may ride me", the Principal voiced slowly.

"And they put their quarters into that slot, do they not?", Sir Albert
said, completing the instructed suggestion he had previously given to the
man.

Mr. Perrish simply nodded three times as he muttered, deep and low, "Yes."

"Good. Good. Now stand. Can you stand up, Pervert Perrish?", Sir Albert
said like the puppetmaster that he truly was.

I watched as Mr. Hendricks and Sir Albert both stepped out of the stall,
making room to allow the big man to rise off his knees. Mr. Perrish was
very tall and built like a Mac truck. It was quite a sight to see him rise
up within the small boy's bathroom stall without any pants on.

"Now, turn around", Sir Albert commanded. "Turn and face us."

And when my school Principal turned around to stand in front of the
commode, facing us, my jaw again fell to my high-tops. Mr. Perrish had a
huge penis. It was as thick as any little kid's arm. And just like
Mr. Hendricks', he was uncut. His nuts hung huge and low and hairy. I had
never ever seen the Principal's penis ever before and was amazed that he
was such an incredibly well-endowed man.

Sir Albert, always with one eye on me, noticed and said, quite pleased, "He
has a very, very big piece of cockmeat, doesn't he?"

I nodded, staring at it as I sort of gulped.

"Tell him what you told me", Mr. Hendricks, who was all excited, urged his
friend.

Sir Albert chuckled, "I instructed your Principal here that his very
impressive cockmeat was just a toy. A toy that anyone can play with. Do you
understand?", he asked, looking at me.

"I...I think so", I muttered.

Sir Albert pointed to Mr. Perrish's cock and asked the man, "What is this?"

I looked at Mr. Perrish's eyes, which were slightly glassy as they stared
straight ahead and over our heads, as he replied, "A toy. A toy for
children to play with", the Principal slowly but reflexively uttered.

"Good. Good. And what sort of a toy is it?", Sir Albert asked.

"A K through Grade 2 educational toy", Mr. Perrish replied in that same
strange, deep voice. "From the school's Resource Center."

'Yes, yes. Good. Good", Sir Albert encouraged. "That is correct. And who
else, besides kindergartner through second-graders can play with your
educational toy?"

Although he spoke very strangely and with an eerily deep voice, there was
no hesitancy to Mr. Perrish's reply, "Anyone that you say may play with
it."

Both Sir Albert and Mr. Hendricks grinned as they heard the Principal say
that.

"Good. That is correct", Sir Albert replied. "And you will let everyone in
this room with you right now play with it."

"Yes", Mr. Perrish replied quickly and flatly as he continued to stare off
to somewhere beyond the airducts in the wall above the sinks.

"He can't say no!", Mr. Hendricks gleefully said to me.

"Not unless I tell him to say no, that is", Sir Albert, fueled with even
more glee, corrected his friend in perversion. And then he motioned for
Mr. Hendricks to do something.

I was startled when I saw Mr. Hendricks reach over and begin to "play" with
Mr. Perrish's huge penis. Mr. Hendricks didn't seem overly sexually
intrigued by it but he was getting off on just playing with it so openly,
as if it were an actual toy of some sort.

I watched as then Sir Albert joined him, reaching out to cup Mr. Perrish's
huge hairy nutsac, as his friend stroked the length of the thick shaft.

The hypnotist then waved me over. "Come on, he'll let us all play with his
toy. Come on."

I slowly stepped over to the open stall and reached in to join my hand with
the two others as we all fondled and stroked my school Principal's huge
cock, which slowly grew into a massively thick erection. Sir Albert took
command of my hand as he guided me all over Mr. Perrish's massive
genitalia; his much larger hand over mine helping me to milk the super
long, meaty shaft. "Now caress his big, manly scrotum. Run your little hand
all along it. Inside is where this man's life force lay."

"Look at all that precum oozing out of him", Mr. Hendricks laughed while we
all watched this clear, thin string of liquid slowly leaking out of
Mr. Perrish's uncut cockhead.

"You know what that is?", Sir Albert asked me, as he let the sticky fluids
coat his right index finger.

I nodded, sort of knowing.

"Oh, he knows. Right, my little stud?", Mr. Hendricks piped up. "You know
mine, don't you?"

I nodded again and said, "Sometimes Mr. Hendricks uses his precum to make
it easy for me to fuck him in the butt."

The two men laughed.

"Yeah, it's good lube", Sir Albert said as he looked at his friend and
added, "Good to see you're still like me - still getting the little guys to
give it to you raw all these years later."

Then Sir Albert said something that shocked me.

"What you say we all get a real taste of our fine school Principal here? He
carries inside him, a most potent elixir", the hypnotist said.

Mr. Hendricks appeared to know exactly what he meant, whereas I was a
little confused. So I just watched as each man took a turn dipping a finger
into the clear amber precum, which drooled out of Mr. Perrish's huge penis.

"It's a good thing to do", Sir Albert said to me as he licked his fingers
and yet could see my hesitance. "In the world of magic and hypnosis and all
assorted other-worldly mysteries, one gains special Powers by ingesting
such fluids from another, especially if that other is a person of some
power in his own right."

I looked at the two men feeding off the syrupy strings of precum, which
flowed, freely from Mr. Perrish's widely gaping piss slit. And I had to
admit that maybe other than my dad, my school Principal was the most
powerful man I knew personally.

"You don't have to eat a lot of it", Sir Albert assured me. "Take just a
fingerful of the elixir ...just as we are. Look at him. Your Principal is
such a big, powerful man from whom you can ingest power. Once you have done
so, you can forever say that you ingested and drawn powers from the life
essence oozing out of this man's penis."

"Toy, don't you mean", Mr. Hendricks joked, as he put some more precum to
his already very shiny and sticky lips.

Sir Albert gave his friend a quick, wicked look but then rolled his eyes as
he proudly stated, "And that is why, I, and not you, have all the powers."

When I reached out my hand to again touch my school Principal's hugely
erect penis, Sir Albert intercepted its path as he gripped my wrist. He
gently but purposefully guided my hand directly underneath the man's
copiously drooling cockhead. "Let the amber liquid fall onto your
fingers. Watch the potent elixir ooze out of this big man and onto your
fingers. That, my studchild, is the power source of the special magic which
I yield."

As I listened to his words and felt his hot breath on my cheek, I didn't
quite know if this hypnotist was bullshitting me, trying to scare me or
maybe even trying to get me to laugh. But as I looked up at Mr. Perrish,
that same glazed, far-away expression in his face, I was, once again, in no
position to doubt Sir Albert's purported powers. Proof stood right before
me...and stood before me without any pants on...and with three people
playing with his immense and oozing toy!

Mr. Hendricks and his pal stood on either side of me as they watched my
small fingers become coated in Mr. Perrish's copious precum. It dribbled
onto them and some even dripped off my fingers as if it were sticky-sap
being poured directly from the tap.

Seeing they were well coated in the "magic elixir" from Mr. Perrish's
scrotum, Sir Albert then guided my shiny fingers into my mouth. "Eat the
potent liquid. Ingest the power of your school Principal", he instructed.

Then both he and Mr. Hendricks silently stared at my lips, which I parted
with sticky, gooey fingers as I ate up all of Mr. Perrish's precum.

And, as I was still only tasting, for the first time in my whole life, a
man's pre-seminal fluids, Sir Albert, added, pre-empted my response, as if
knowingly, "Sweet, isn't it?" The hypnotist was clearly gratified that I
ate the stuff. But, still, it was strange that he seemed to know what my
reaction to the seedy syrup would be. In fact, it was becoming apparent to
me that Sir Albert, seemingly, was capable of reading my every gesture and
even my smallest of facial expressions.

"It's not bad, is it?", Mr. Hendricks said with a wide and lascivious
smile. "That precum is like salty honey to me. But still nothing beats a
kid's goo."

I nodded to both men since I could not deny that it had not tasted at all
bad.

"Ah! But what you drink indeed is but merely precum, is it not?!", Sir
Albert announced as though he were once again on a stage. He then gripped
the length of Mr. Perrish's huge erection and casually flailed it around
some as if he were strangling a snake at a sideshow. "This mighty toy must
now provide someone a full drink of its most potent elixir yet to cum!"

My stomach dropped. I thought that maybe together we might all jerk off
Mr. Perrish - now that we were done. Or perhaps Sir Albert would tell the
man to jerk himself off into the toilet bowl.

Instead, the hypnotist said, very authoritatively, to his friend, "Why...I
think we need a little assistant!"

For a moment I was scared. I figured it might be one thing to ingest a
fingerful of the "magic elixir", as had Mr. Hendricks and Sir Albert. But I
sure as Hell didn't want Mr. Perrish, my school Principal, now matter how
out-of-it he might have been, ejaculating his real spermmilk in my mouth.

Before I could panic or dash out, Sir Albert, clearly seeing my concerned
disinterest said, "Oh, no worry, lil'stud. You're still a child but you are
a breeder. You are one of those select little boys who can feed and squirt
sperm into other people. No, I was thinking that we could use another
little assistant just about now." He then turned to Mr. Hendricks and said,
"You know, one like we discussed."

Mr. Hendricks who had been standing behind me, now gripped my shoulders in
anticipation. "Ohhh, now he's going to show us something really good!", he
enthusiastically said to me. And while he spoke, both of his large hands
ran over my shoulderblades and then down the front of me, taking the cheap
opportunity to lewdly squeeze the tenter which my boner was making in my
pants. And as Sir Albert watched his fellow ped's every move, Mr. Hendricks
then wedged his large right hand into the waistband of my loose-fitting
pants where he quickly but obscenely groped my boy boner, shoving a hand
right inside of my underpants!

"Do I have to hypnotize you, too, Mike?", Sir Albert joked as he enjoyed
every moment of watching his friend molesting me. "Come on, its getting
later and later. I have to perform at noon. We need a special little
assistant...NOW. Come on. I know it's hard but, come on."

"I'll be back", Mr. Hendricks said me as he withdrew his nasty hand. Then
to his friend, he added, "It might take me a little while. I am the school
Vice-Principal after all. And let's not forget that we have the Principal
in here. So parents are bound to want to talk to me some as I scavenge the
gym."

"Fine, fine", Sir Albert said as his eyes never left my crotch. "I'm sure
we'll be okay until your return. Just make sure you have the key. I'll lock
the door as you leave."

Mr. Hendricks, who was apparently very horny, again quickly placed his
large hand on the front of my new pants. He squeezed and stroked my
twelve-year-old boner right through the fabric. I was scared that I might
ejaculate on the spot had he not pulled his hand back immediately. "Woof, I
need some of this when I get back", he said.

"He'll be right here...with me", Sir Albert chuckled. "And don't worry too
much, Mike. Any sperm of his we use? A boy his age? He'll make more." Then
he looked directly into my eyes and said, "Right, kid?"

I blushed. And as I watched Mr. Hendricks, who was clearly sporting a major
chubby of his own within his suit trousers, scurry out in order to return
to the gymnasium, I grew nervous once again. For I now faced the prospect
of being left all alone in this school bathroom with a truly eerie
hypnotist I barely knew and some big, sexual shell of what had once been my
school's Principal.

As I heard the bathroom door's lock click shut, Sir Albert smiled at me and
said, "Let's say you and me...and that big lug of a Principal in that stall
there...have ourselves some real fun now?"


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