Just the Tip: Short stories of love and lust

A Family Christmas

No one said a word when Kyle bought the book about subliminal messages. No one noticed when he started reading about hypnosis. No one mentioned anything when he started bringing home books about post hypnotic suggestions, or about conditioning.

No one thought anything of it, because that's what Kyle was. He was just a nerdy kid, always spending his money on new books, always staying after school to do extra reading in the library. He was his high school valedictorian; everyone had known that was going to happen since grade school. When he got in to Harvard, no one was surprised. Kyle had everything he needed to succeed. Everything he ever wanted.

Except a girlfriend.

At first, the family assumed he was gay, and just not ready to tell anyone about it. Every family gathering, they waited for him to come out, ready to be supportive and tell him it was okay. His mother forgave the pictures on his walls, the girls in various states of undress, the fetish models and the strangely titled pornography he displayed on his shelf. She assumed he was overcompensating.

When he had first started asking girls out, everyone assumed it was a fad, or just for show. It's not like any of them ever said yes. His sister Lisa had more luck with women than Kyle did.

But then, Lisa was always popular. The family didn't generally approve of her sexuality. She was two years older than Kyle, and had been in and out of so many closets that no one had any idea anymore. She went to college at the local school. Kyle would say she was in thirteenth grade.

It came as a shock when Kyle started dating. He began dating just after he became obsessed with mind control. The prom queen, Ella, began following him around like a puppy, desperate to go out with him. No one knew why.

But by that point, no one in the house questioned anything Kyle did. It just never seemed worth doing.

They didn't question the summer Kyle spent with Ella. It never even struck them as strange when Ella started leaving her clothing at the door before coming inside. No one seemed to notice that she was naked. Or, if anyone noticed, no one seemed to care.

Kyle had dumped Ella like a bad habit at the end of the summer. She hadn't been upset about it. She was in total denial that they had ever dated, insisting that she would never have, in her words “gone out with such a loser.” She went on to school out of state, and no one ever mentioned how close she had seemed to be with Kyle.

He came home for Thanksgiving without a girlfriend, and the rumors in the family started up again. No one could really remember any times Ella came over, and they started to wonder if maybe Kyle had just been so insistent that they had played along. Lisa brought a girl home for the holiday, which surprised no one. It didn't even surprise them to find out that the girl was married. Or that Lisa was dating the couple, not just the girl.

No one was surprised by what Lisa did anymore. So they weren't even that surprised when she crawled out of Kyle's room one morning, naked and holding her head from a hangover. She got into her car, and left without saying a word to anyone. No one was surprised.

Kyle went back to school until Christmas break. Lisa came home twice in between, but never talked about what happened over the last break. The first time, she came back with a boyfriend. The second time, for the first time in years, she came back alone.

Christmas dinner was tense. Lisa was nervous and awkward, casting glances at Kyle and clearly not wanting to talk to him. Aunt Rachel was on one of her anti-men rants; another guy had broken her heart, and she still wanted revenge on the whole gender. Between his mother, his aunt, his sister, and his three cousins, Kyle was the only man in the house, so he ended up on the receiving end of a lot of the criticism.

Which didn't seem to bother him. Or, if it did, he didn't show it. He just smiled at the conversation and put a CD he had made, a compilation of Christmas music, on the stereo during dinner.

Kyle went to bed almost immediately after eating. He left the CD playing on repeat, knowing that his Christmas morning was going to be memorable. Very memorable.

He woke up to a gentle sucking on his cock. He opened one eye to see who it was. Lisa looked up at him, her eyes open and unfocused. He smiled and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. She kept sucking until he came down her throat, but didn't take her lips off his dick, even when it started to go soft. She just kept sucking.

It was all she could do. All she wanted to do.

Kyle smiled when she readjusted herself as he sat up, careful not to let her lips leave his cock. He stretched, ignoring his older sister, and looked around the room.

Sure enough, there they were. His mother, Aunt Rachel, and his cousin Shelly. The other two cousins were too young for the programming to have activated. Kyle didn't want children to serve him. They'd be of age eventually, and maybe then he would activate their programming. Maybe he'd just sell the trigger words to their boyfriends.

In the mean time, Rachel, Shelly, and Kyle's mother were kneeling at the foot of his bed. They were all naked, their knees were all spread out wide, and they were all clutching their ankles and leaning back on their heels.

He slapped Lisa across the face, then smiled as she meekly went to rejoin the other girls. Kyle enjoyed including that particular command to Lisa's programming when he'd sent her home with the CD after Thanksgiving.

“Good morning family,” Kyle said, testing out his commands.

“Good morning master.” They spoke in unison, as if they'd practiced. So far so good.

He walked over to Rachel. “What good are you?” he asked her.

“I have no value except as a cum receptacle,” she said. “I'm only good for pleasing men.”

“And what are men?”

“Men are gods.”

Kyle smiled, and considered just leaving that part of her programming active. “Would you like me to leave you this way?” He asked. “Would you like me to leave you a cock hungry whore desperate to fuck and please as many men as possible, seeing yourself as completely worthless unless you have a cock to serve. Would you like that?”

“Yes master.”

He shook his head. That was a programmed answer. He bent over in front of her. “Rachel,” he said. “I want you to wake up enough to tell me the truth. Don't give me the answer I want to hear. Tell me what you really think.”

“I-” she looked confused. “I don't want to be completely worthless.”

Kyle nodded. “But you do want to fuck as many men as possible?”

She shook her head.

“Maybe you hate cock?”

Rachel nodded.

“But not mine.”

She hesitated.

Kyle smiled. “That's how we should do it, then. Rachel, from now on, you hate cock. You hate the sight of it, the feel of it. You hate the taste of it. Everything about cock makes you nauseous. You will get physically ill when you see them. Except for mine. Look at my cock.” Her eyes locked on it. All the eyes in the room locked on it.

“All of you remember that this one turns you on. This one makes you happy. This cock makes you happy. All you have to do is look at this cock, and it will make you submissive. As soon as you see it, you'll want to drop to your knees. As soon as you see it, you will drop to your knees. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand master.” Again, they spoke in unison.

Kyle smiled again and turned back to Rachel. “Every other cock makes you ill,” he said. She nodded. “This one turns you on.” She nodded again.

Kyle put on some pajama pants and a robe. The four women remained where he left them.

“I'll be back,” he said. “While I'm gone, I want you to forget who you are, who everyone else is. Only remember your own lusts. If you are attracted to each other, if you want to have sex, deep down in your heart of hearts, you may play with one another.” He opened the door. “But no one cums without my permission.”

He closed the door, chuckled to himself as he heard the moans and the movements already happening in his bedroom, and walked down to where his younger cousins were already busy unwrapping gifts.

He sat with them for a while, laughed at their smiles and enjoyed their fun. They asked where everyone else was. Kyle didn't tell them, but gave them each two hundred dollars to go out to the movies for the day. Lots of movies on Christmas day.

One of his cousins, Jamie, had just gotten her driver's license. So no need to get anyone else. All he had to do was get them out of the house. And the money from his mother's purse had made sure of that.

Once he had the house to himself, Kyle took his time lowering all the blinds. He took his time making sure every door was locked. He took his time unplugging the phone and the modem. He had the house to himself, and he had every intention of using it, and everyone in it, however he wanted.

He took his time, so that when he came back to his bedroom, they were all there, on the edge. They were all horny, all so desperate to cum that they would agree to anything. Their minds were even more tractable. Tractable enough to do what he wanted to do to them.

It was time for revenge. All those years when they thought he didn't know they were making fun of him. All that time they joked behind his back, or gave him those condescending looks. All those times they tried to get him to come out, tried to get him to admit he was gay. It was time to pay. Time to pay for it all.

He started with his mother. “Go to my room,” he told her. “Get the video whose title most intrigued you, the one that secretly turned you on even though the idea of it disgusted you. Ge the one that made you feel ashamed to like.”

She crawled off and Kyle turned to Shelly. “The bathroom is filthy,” he says. “I pissed all over the seat and the floor next to the toilet last night. Go clean it up. With your tongue. Enjoy the taste, focus on it and remember it very clearly.”

Shelly crawled off and Kyle, barely able to stop from laughing, turned to Lisa. “You always thought you were better than me,” he says. “That's why I made you such a slut. You love how much of your inner desires I've helped you realize, don't you?” Lisa nodded. “Because of my suggestions, you've fucked people of every race and gender, haven't you?” She nodded again. “What does that make you?”

“A giant slut,” Lisa said.

Kyle laughed. He hadn't ordered her to say that. “Yes, you are. And you're not satisfied yet, are you?” She shook her head. “It didn't satisfy you to suck your little brother's cock, did it?” She shook her head again. “In fact, nothing is going to satisfy you. You're just too cock hungry. Aren't you?”

“Yes master.”

Kyle rubbed his chin and thought for a second. “Okay,” he said. “Go to your room and put on the clothing that you most want to wear, the clothes you get turned on just thinking about how slutty they would make you look. Then I want you to go to the porno store and beg to be put in the back for the glory hole. If they don't have one, you will convince them to make one, just for you. While you're there, you will do anything anyone tells you to do, the more humiliating the better. There's no need to dwell on it. No need to remember it. Just spend the day fucking and sucking, or whatever else anyone wants. Then come home as if nothing happened. Only remember it when you want to.”

“Yes master.” And she crawled away too, leaving only Rachel, whose eyes were locked on Kyle's cock.

Kyle stood there, in front of her, letting her stare, while he waited for his mother. She crawled in with bright red skin, desperate not to show him what was in her hands, but unable to resist the control he had taken.

He held out his hand, and she handed him the video. Shit Fisted Piss Mop.

“Oh, I remember this one,” Kyle said. “This one is about a girl getting anally fisted, eating her own shit off the hand, and begging to have someone piss all over her. This one is your favorite?”

His mother nodded.

“Wow,” he said. “I could barely stand this one. It was pretty extreme. Even for me. But if that's what you want.” He laughed.

She nodded again, then hid her face in her hands.

“Okay,” he says. “Don't say I never did anything for you, mom. Would you like aunt Rachel to fist your ass?”

“Yes master.”

“Do you want her to fist your pussy too?”

“Yes master.”

“At the same time?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Okay,” Kyle said. “I'm going to set up the video camera down by the Christmas tree. Rachel, I want you to go to the bathroom and trim your nails. Then I want you to drink a lot of water. Then come downstairs. Mom, you go drink as much water as you can and then wait at the tree.”

He didn't look to see if they followed his command. He was busy getting the camera. But when he got downstairs, they were both waiting for him. And Shelly was trailing along behind him, a tear in her eyes. She had loved every minute of it, and had even begged him to piss in her mouth. With very little prompting.

Kyle set up the camera and made sure the lighting was good enough that he'd be able to capture both faces. “Make sure you keep looking at the camera,” he told them. Then he turned to Shelly.

“Go and drink as much water as you can,” he told her. “But no pissing. Not until mom asks you to pee in her mouth. And mom, you can return the favor.”

Once he had them clearly in the frame, Kyle gave his last set of instructions. “Okay Rachel. I want you to fist her front and back. Mom, you can cum as many times as you want. Rachel, you can only cum if you ask your daughter Shelly to shit in your mouth. If she does, you can cum. And you will think about that moment every time you cum from now on. Now you two go ahead. Shelly, come here and suck my cock while I film this.”

“Yes master.” Again, all three spoke at the same time.

Kyle smiled and thought about how much money he could get with this video. And he chuckled as he remembered the most important thing he had ever read about hypnosis:

You can't make someone do something they don't, on some level, want to do.

“I come from a very disgusting family,” he said, sure the camera would catch the words as it started filming.