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Gypsys, Tramps and Thieves Part 1 - Mister John Acton

Thursday, 8th of May, 1817.

Pemberton, Kent.

Another week, another village to perform and be gawked at. If there’s one thing I know to be true after 20 years in this life, it’s there are two types of attention: good attention and bad attention, and all me and my family have ever gotten in our lives is bad attention. It was bad enough to come from an Irish family born in England, where we’re treated like second-class citizens. It’s funny how even the poorest, baddest people feel as if they’re superior just because they were born English, and are even treated better by others! As if being born Irish wasn’t enough of a bad situation to be in, me and my family are travellers! While I’m proud of my heritage, and I suppose my lifestyle as well, I know that it’s not an ideal combination to have. So all my life, I’ve only ever been seen as the poor, uneducated Irish gypsy, to be laughed at by the kids and looked down on by the adults. Sometimes I think to myself how nice it would be to just live a normal life, in one place I can call my home, respected by my peers, where I don’t have to worry abou-

‘Bradán, will you get your head out of that book and get out here. Your brothers and I have been busting our arses to set up for the next show and you’ve been sat in here, doing fuck all’, my father, Seamus. He and I never really seemed to get on - he says that I think too much of myself because I learned to read, and I’ve never been good enough in his eyes.

Begrudgingly, I got up with as little visible annoyance as I could muster, with an obedient ‘yes father’. Now you know what I do for a living, me and my family run a travelling show. We can do anything! We can read your palms, contact your loved ones beyond, and can even control your very own mind. Yeah, we basically go from village to village scamming people for their money. We each have our own roles to play, my mother’s our ‘psychic’ she can tell your future and speak to the dead - for a steep price. My sister is the typical ‘gypsy beauty’, meant to draw in horny single men and entice them with her dancing. My brothers are the ‘strongmen’, they can lift anything, break anything and seduce any woman they want. My father preaches from the bible, and sells various concoctions to cure any ailment. And as for me, I’m the stage hypnotist, I get the pleasure of hypnotising people to act stupidly, a small moment of relief from my day.

Unsurprisingly, our reputation always seems to get to each village and town before we do. We always have someone telling us that we’re crooks and hethons, doomed for eternal damnation. But desire and curiosity always win out in the end, so we never seem to go without at least a decent amount of money. Horny men will always want to see the half-dressed girl shaking and gyrating on stage, and the older variety of said men will always waste their money if it means that they can have a chance of growing their hair back, before listening to the preacher, to atone for their night of sin.

As I was helping my brothers set up the stage for the show, two men, seemingly the village’s most eligible, and dare I say attractive, bachelors were having a walk together, and were heading right towards us. Of course they never approached us directly, they would never risk damaging their status by being seen with us. But I could hear them talking amongst themselves as they walked past.

‘Lord! It seems those menaces have decided to plague our village with their dastardly tricks’ One of the three, a shorter man with a decent build, but who had a nice and round bum.

‘John, don’t be so loud, they may hear us. These aren’t the kind of people we want to provoke’ another man said, in a distressed whisper. He was also fairly attractive, with short, straight blond hair, somewhat shorter than the first man, with a less muscular build to him.

‘Mark, don’t worry. They can’t understand a word we say, they don’t speak English. They can only speak in that barbaric Irish language. They never had that hideous tongue bashed out of them in school, because they never went to school. You have nothing to fear’, said one of them, who seemed to be the leader of the group. He had dark, curly hair with a beautiful bone structure and build. He obviously was every woman’s first choice for a husband in the village. And with that, they fell out of hearing distance. Twats.

Nothing else really happened that day, other than a few of the local women coming to stare at my brothers’ muscles, with them reciprocating by putting on a little for the women. But I couldn’t get what those two had been saying about me and my family. They were talking about us as if we were wild animals. The nerve of them to act as if we couldn’t even speak English, how insulting could they get! And they were meant to be the gentlemen of the village! But there was nothing I could do except daydream about what I could do to them.

Saturday, 10th of May 1817

Pemberton, Kent

Well, today’s the beginning of our week-long freakshow. The show hadn’t even been on for an hour before we got our first naysayer. It was one of the men who had been insulting us during their walk. As luck would have it, our little John fellow was the local priest in this parish, and had taken offence to our heathen practices.

Normally we would ignore this type of people and continue with the show. And that was what I was planning to do, until a truly ‘dastardly trick’ popped into my head.

I walked over to the gentleman, putting my plan into action. ‘Excuse me, Mister?’

‘Acton, Mister John Acton, the priest of this parish. And as priest of this parish, I can’t stand by and allow my flock to be tempted by your unholy deeds’. He replied, rather aggressively, but that was to be expected.

‘Of course, Mister Acton. I can perfectly understand why you would be inclined to think that way. But that’s not necessarily what we do around here. In fact, I use my hypnotism to bring people’s inner soul and spirit out, so they can be brought closer to God. We’ve always been of the belief that we can never truly know the wisdom of our creator, but with an open heart we can begin to understand it. I can give you a demonstration if you’d like’ Absolute rubbish. All of it. But I needed him to believe it had something to do with God for him to agree.

‘All right. I’ll try it if it can help me understand God’s power and wisdom, but not here, I can’t let the parishioners see me agreeing to this.’ He gave in. Perfect. The fly enters the spider’s web, unaware of what’s in store for him.

‘Of course not. We’ll do it in private, besides, only God should know of your devotion to him.’

We began walking to the family carriage, and couldn’t help but get semi-hard at the idea of enslaving the first of the many attractive men in this village’.

‘Alright, Mister Acton, if you would sit yourself down there. Very good. So to begin I’ll just ask you to keep close attention to his pendant, as I slowly swing it from side to side, not breaking your gaze from it. Very good’.

Now it begins, and I want to bring this man slowly to his downfall, as a bit of revenge for the insulting words he said yesterday. This is something I’m taking great pleasure in.

‘Now, as you concentrate more and more on the swinging of the pendant, your mind will be left more and more open for me to communicate with, and soon enough, God’s wisdom will be within sight’. This continued for a while, until I could clearly see that he was beginning to go under slightly.

‘Alright, I can see that your mind is opening more and more to my words, so I shall begin opening it. I will begin to count down from 10, and with each count, you will become more and more relaxed, and at 0, you’ll fall into a deep trance’.

‘10, getting more comfortable in your seat’

‘9, your body feeling almost weightless’

‘8, your breathing is getting deeper and deeper’

‘7, you’re beginning to sigh with relaxation at each breath’

‘6, your mind is beginning to lose control of your body’

‘5, you can’t help but increasingly hard from the relaxation’

‘4, you can’t help but rub your bum across the chair, for stimulation’

‘3, you’re slowly getting addicted to this relaxation and pleasure’

‘2, you’ll do anything to feel this relaxation and pleasure’

‘1, you’ll serve me in any way I command, to continue feeling this pleasure’

‘0, now sleep!’

And with that, the priest’s short, thick frame slumped over slightly in the chair, with a hard cock and arse on display, with a small, dreamy smile on his face.

‘When I snap my fingers, you’ll awaken and do anything I ask. I will also be able to bring you back to this state whenever I utter the words ‘butt boy’. Do you understand?’. Now that he was firmly under my control, I was going to have some fun with this man.

‘Yes’ he replied in a sleepy voice.

‘Yes Master, you need to say’ My cock instantly sprung to life with that command, realising the commanding potential I have.

‘Yes Master’, he replied in a pleasurable voice, no doubt because he obeyed my command.

‘Very good, slave. Now the first thing I want you to do is strip. God never intended for us humans to wear clothes, and thus to prove your faith to him, you must show him your rejection of such an unnatural practice’. Well, that and because I wanted to see that juicy arse in all its glory.

‘Yes Master’. With that, my newest slave began to strip down to his bare body. He then sat back down into his chair, but not before I got a glimpse of his perfect bum and decently-sized cock, pity it will never be used however.

‘Now, John. As you may be aware, the penis is the source of all human life. It is thus the closest to God we will ever come. Therefore, just as God should be worshipped and adored, so should the human penis. Luckily for you, I’m willing to let you do that on mine. You don’t have to fear anyone finding, it’ll be our little secret.’

‘Yes, penis must be worshipped’ He repeated, sliding down onto the floor. He then proceeded to pull my dick out of my trousers before lovingly gazing at it.

‘In fact, it’s been said that one of the best ways of showing your adoration of the male penis is to use your mouth. So go ahead, start licking it.’ Unsurprisingly, he obeyed. His licks began small, only using the tip of tongue for short licks. However, as he continued, and began to enjoy it more, he started using the whole surface of his tongue, licking from the tip to base, up and down.

‘Very good, you’re making it very happy indeed. Another way to show how much you love the male penis is to wrap your whole mouth around, and like how you licked, go up and down. I can promise you this will make the penis very appreciated.’ And with that, I began to get comfortable in my chair as the once zealous priest began blowing me.

Even though he was new at this, the young priest showed a lot of promise in giving head. I have to admit, my cock has never leaked this much from a first timer’s blowjob. I could certainly get used to this. Although, after a while my mind began to wander to his thick arse, and I suddenly felt the urge to fuck something, and with that mind, I gave my next order.

‘Stop slave, I have one more thing to share with you. My penis is feeling so good because of your worship, and it has decided to give you a gift. Now, the penis is the source of life, and it has been known to give life and purpose to a select few boys who choose to dedicate their lives to its service. I’m perfectly willing to bestow this gift onto you, should you choose to dedicate your life to me. Do you accept?’

Now was the make or break moment. It’s one thing to get a boy to give me a hummer under hypnosis, but another thing entirely for him to surrender his life to worship it. Even though he is firmly under my control, I’m not even sure if he’ll accept.

‘I do, Master.’

Sighing in satisfaction and victory, I began to strip my clothes, showing my new servant all he has to look forward to. I ordered him to crawl over to the bed, taking the opportunity to watch his arse moving as he crawled.

Now is the part I’ve been waiting for, ever since I saw his big bum yesterday afternoon. After days of lusting after the young priest, I’m finally going to have him all to myself.

Although my dick was fully lubed with my slaves spit, and would be perfectly adequate to slide between those cheeks, I couldn’t resist tasting him. I ravenously began eating his arse. His hole tasted divine, I could have spent the whole night licking it, getting more and more addicted to the taste. But I had to stop myself, so I could enjoy the feeling of his hole wrapped around my dick.

If I thought the taste of his hole was divine, it was nothing in comparison to the feeling around my dick. It was a tad too tight, but that problem will soon be dealt with. As soon as I could fit my entire dick up there, I went into a horny craze. Soon, all that went through the both of our minds was fucking. I didn’t care if anyone could see or hear, I just needed to fuck this boy’s brains out.

This went on for what felt like hours, until finally, I came. My cum felt so nice and warm in his arsehole, and I could tell he enjoyed the sensation, and would soon be wanting more, which I’ll gladly give. I knew right then and there that this power over men is far too addictive for me to give up, and I made a resolution to myself that before the month was through, all the men in this village, both single and married, would feel the pleasure of my cock in their arse.

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Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

‘He’s a fool and don’t I know it,

But a fool can have his charms,

I’m in love and don’t I show it,

Like a babe in arms’

It was only a matter of time before this would happen. Richard was getting sick of having to tidy the flat up alone, because his flatmate, Oscar, was too lazy and self-important to do it himself. They’ve only been living together for a few weeks and Richard was dreading the next few months of having to come home from work to clean up after Oscar.

‘Seriously, it’s not that hard to clear up after you’re done with it’, he thought.

Being honest, Richard didn’t even mind tidying up most of the time - he actually found it relaxing seeing a messy room become a tidy one - but this was getting out of hand. Richard would come home, hungry and tired, and before he could even start cooking dinner for himself he’d have to clean up all the utensils and pans, which he’d then have to wash up after cooking.

‘That’s it, I’ve got to do something about this’.

And with that, Richard began devising a plan to figure out how he could convince his messy flatmate to be a bit more tidy, the sooner the better. Realistically, he couldn’t think of any way he could bribe or convince him to clean up after himself. Oscar made a much larger salary than Richard and so couldn’t be persuaded with money - the only reason Richard thinks Oscar has a flatmate is so he can have a free cleaning service. Not only that, but Oscar was a very persuasive guy himself, and Richard was afraid if he tried to talk to him about it, he’d be able to talk his way out of it, and have Richard do even more work. So he decided to look for a more indirect way of getting what he wanted, and found the perfect way to do it.

As long as they’ve been living together, Oscar has been a total gym freak. He’d go straight from work to the gym for a few hours, come home reeking of sweat, shower and then make food, destroying the kitchen. Not only that, but he could be found listening to those stupid motivational tapes at all times, something about how if he keeps positive thoughts and moods, good things will happen for him. ‘Brilliant’, Richard thought to himself, with a devious smirk.

‘If he’s gonna treat me like a 50s housewife, then I’ll just have to make him my perfect husband’.

Richard turned to google to search for hypnotists. Richard hit them up mentioning his situation and asking about the possibility of creating a motivational tape, with hidden messages of love and adoration for him. Unsurprisingly, a lot of them turned him down, saying that it would likely fail and even so, would be highly unethical.

Just as he thought he’d have to give up, he got a response from one of the shiftier-seeming guys, saying that he’d love to try it out. After paying an exorbitant amount of money for the tape, and a couple weeks waiting for the tape to arrive, ‘your life will be so different neither of you will want to go back’ was all that was attached to the tape, and with that, Richard was finally able to put his plan into motion.

‘Hey Oscar, I know you love those motivational tapes you’re always using. So, I went to the market the other day and managed to find this. I hope you like it.’

Richard hoped Oscar wouldn’t be too taken aback from his sudden gift-giving, but to his luck he happily took it, making sure to put it on his laptop with a ‘thanks mate’, and before long, Richard could tell that his clueless flatmate was listening to his special tape.

The more Oscar listened to the tape over time, Richard could see its influences on his flatmate’s behaviour - the kitchen was starting to look cleaner after he’d cooked, he’d started taking the rubbish out each week and he’d act more gentlemanly towards Richard , once even pulling a chair out for him to sit on, before wondering why on earth he ever did that. Richard just pretended to never notice, meanwhile deviously enjoying every moment of it.

Along with this new gentlemanly and tidy behaviour, Richard could see that Oscar was beginning to act more dominantly with him, almost like an old-fashioned husband would act with his wife. When they’d go out to eat together in a restaurant, Oscar would insist on paying, no matter how much Richard would insist on splitting the bill. Then, when they’d go to a pub to watch the football together, or just to have a quick drink, Richard found that Oscar would sit them down in one of the booths and wrap his arm around him, and he began to enjoy the feeling of Oscar taking care of him.

All of a sudden, Richard ’s plan took a complete 180 degree turn, when out of nowhere, Oscar called him into the living room and told him that he should quit his job.

‘I just don’t think it’s good for you to be doing so much housework alongside having a job’, Oscar explained, in a tone that was more of Oscar telling why he would be quitting his job, instead of why he should quit.

‘But I like my job, it’s something I really enjoy doing. And I’ve put so much work into it that I don’t want to throw away.’, Richard was perplexed as to why he was trying to reason with his flatmate, instead of just flat out rejecting the proposal.

‘I know you have honey but like you said, you’ve put so much work into your job and yet you haven’t really made any progress in it. How long have you been working there, about 5 years since you left uni? And you’ve never been promoted, and have only had a couple pay rises. Why would you want to stay there and be treated like shit when you could stay at home, doing the chores. I know I’d be a lot more grateful for the work you do than they have been. Don’t worry, I make enough money for the both of us as it is, I’ll be able to take care of you’.

Richard began to think it through, and found himself beginning to agree more and more with Oscar, why keep working in this deadend job when he could let Oscar do all the work. How hard is it to cook and clean all day, they’re already things he enjoyed doing anyway, so in theory he’d enjoy his day just as much, if not more, as he does in his job now.

‘OK, I’ll quit my job and do the chores’.

‘Great, I knew my tapes would work’ Oscar said to himself in satisfaction.

‘What tapes?’ Richard questioned, surprised to hear anything like that coming from Oscar.

‘Alright, don’t get mad at me honey, but recently I’ve realised that I want you to be more than just my flatmate, I want you to be mine. Mine emotionally, physically, and sexually. So I got some hypnotist dude to make a tape to make you more obedient and subservient to me. I’ve slowly been turning you into my perfect obedient boy for weeks now. And now I’ve finally got you’.

Richard was certainly shocked to hear that the man he’d been hypnotising had also been hypnotising him, but upon taking all of what he said in, he realised that he also wanted what Oscar wanted. He wanted to belong to Oscar, to be his emotionally, physically and most importantly, to be his sexually. He enjoyed acting more obediently toward Oscar and loved the satisfaction and pride he’d get when it was acknowledged. So, to be honest, Richard couldn’t be mad for what Oscar did, in fact all he felt was gratitude that Oscar chose him.

Seeing that Richard was now his, Oscar scooped his now boyfriend into his before taking him to bed. There they consummated their newfound relationship. Oscar was only just able to keep himself from cumming whilst Richard blew him, and found there was no taste he enjoyed more than that of his new lover’s ass, as he kept licking and licking to get more of that sweet taste, much to the delight of Richard, paralysed by the pleasure of Oscar’s tongue on his asshole. Finally, neither of them could believe the immense pleasure they found when Oscar first put his thick dick up Richard’s perfectly lubed ass.

From that night on, Oscar and Richard were a modern version of the perfect 50s couple, with the hunky, dominant breadwinner - Oscar,

with his beautiful, subservient housewife - Richard,

and although it wasn’t what Richard had originally planned for him and Oscar, now that it was his life, he couldn’t think of anything better.

As for Oscar, he loved when he’d come home from work to see his loving husband scrubbing the floors, naked on his hands and knees, with his tasty and fuckable asshole pointing towards the sky, and Oscar would make sure to do both of those things before the night was through.

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