If you are reading this, I have one question. Do you believe in the power of hypnosis? If you do, then you will believe my story. If not then please feel free to keep reading thinking it is just a story.

Being first is not always the best. I was or am the first born of three way spaced a part boys. My name is Jacob Wiley a freshmen studing music at the local college. Not noticed as my star highschool quarterback middle brother Roger or loved as my baby brat youngest brother Timmy.

Being lanky with long hair and glasses makes me a target for my brothers. Roger is a beefy teen football player with a marine haircut. He loves to beat on me. Timmy being little and sissy like with curly hair and bright eyes peeking out from under goes the route of breaking something and then crying out his mean older brother did it.

I thought I was doomed untill one off beat class day. Talking music legends came up that tale of a brown note. A musical note that when played caused people to crap themselves. My teacher said lucky he never heard that note, but music was said to have powers such as sirens and the piper of hamlen.

Call it or me crazy but I worked and worked on it. I did find the notes that when played put the subject into a deep obeying hypnotic state. The first working test was sending my parents off on a surpise trip leaving me in charge. My brothers said they would be good but lied. After my folks left they did their own things not listening to me.

Roger's song:

Roger was showering when I came into the the bathroom. "Get the fuck out!" was all he got out before the music put him out. The muscled teen jock just stood there as water fell on his body.

"You are just showering with your team mates after the game. No worries.", I told him. Roger just relaxed and washed him self in front me.

"Coach says to get really clean."

"Get really clean..."

"Clean your rear."

"Clean shitter..."

I almost had a heart attack as Roger soaked his hand and arm. He next soapped every inch. He bent over and steady himself so his asshole was as wide as he could get it. One finger then two stroked the hole and then went in. The finger worked around inside opening his hole up for more. There bent over in the shower fisting himself was my jock brother with no idea he was doing it. I felt bad making him stop but I had more for him to do to himself.

"Okay. You better check your manhood."

Roger stopped and removed his hand. He laid back against the shower wall with his feet apart. Using both hands and the soapy water he rubbed and worked every spot on his dick and balls. He was so happy to play with himself, his eyes rolled back as mr. quarterback yanked on his meat for his sissy brother's fun.

I stopped him when pre cum started drip. I told him that football players were like swimmers and had to shave off all their body hair. He started to refuse but when I said are you saying no to your coach he back down fast. The stinky pits he forced my face into more then once went away. The few chest hairs on his six pack gone. Muscle super jock now had legs smoother then any womans.

"Well now you just have to shave your cock and balls. One slip and ouch. To bad no one is here to help you."

Roger got down on his knees and holding his hands up in front me begged. "Please Oh Please Jacob shave my cock and balls." He then stood up and with one had made himself erect holding it out while with his other hand he pulled his balls down straight. "See Jacob. I will keep them out of your way if you will please do it?"

It was a blast as I sent super hairy caveman back to bald new born with him working himself the whole time. I even helped with his back end. I filled up mother's enema bag and flushed ever inch of Roger out twice, for which he thanked and thanked me.

I walked my now spotless and body hairless brother to my folks room. I found a pair of my mother's hose and her garters. I let my brother put them on along with letting him know how much he like the smooth material against his skin. Walking around the room gave him an erection.

"Roger look. I have mom's lacest and silkest panties. But the way you are may stretch them if I let you wear them." Roger started to sniffle and then cry. "Now now. Why don't you just work it out thinking of the hottest guy you know and wish you could be with."

"You? Jacob."

"Yes Rodger."

My super jock quarterback brother laid spread eagle on the bed in mom's hose. Watching me, he called out my name as pumped up and down. With a curl of his toes cum splattered his chest. Roger scooped some up with his finger and winked at me as he sucked his own cum off his fingers.

"Good job Rodger. Now after you rested, clean everything up and put everything back. You will feel alright but who will you still desire?"

"I want Jacob!"

I left Rodger sleeping with a smile, as I went to find Timmy.

Timmy's Song:

Timmy thought he was the boss, so I had to show him the truth. I waited with a bag of presents for him. He came home slamming the door and dirty.

"Please don't slam the door and get cleaned up for lunch." He raised his hand up but the music hit him before his middle finger could go up.

"Take off those dirty clothes."

Timmy kicked off his sneakers and soxes. Then he flung off his t-shirt and pulled off his shorts. He stood in just his boxer briefs.

"Those also."

Timmy stuck his hands in the waist band and off they came. Again he just stood.

"You no longer can walk or stand. You can only crawl."

The young nude boy fell to all fours by some unseen force.

"Timmy are you hungry, but you now can only bark."

Timmy bent down and looked up like a happy puppy and barked.

I placed a dog food bowel in front of him and after popping it open I dropped food in his bowel. My new puppy Timmy licked his bowel clean. After hooking up his new collar and leash, I walked him out side to break in his new bathroom. When we came back I let Timmy off his leash and showed him the crate he would be sleeping in.

I know the dog trainers say to leave your new puppy in it's crate to make it feel safe, but I gave into Timmy's big begging eyes.

"Do you want a treat boy?" Timmy barked and barked. I let him out and come to the couch. I lied back and unbuttoned my jeans. With the fun I had with Rodger and Timmy, my dick sprang out of my briefs already hard. I rested on the couch with my eyes closed.

My puppy's hair tickled as came to my dick. He sniffed in deep all the smells and then a warm puppy tongue touched my shaft. Timmy's tongue found every point of my dick, and when it could not get any cleaner, a small warm moist hole fell upon it. He may have gagged as man seed filled his boy throat, but I did not care as I slept on the couch with my new puppy face down in groin.