The classroom Herbie had been using for his hypnosis experiments on the six newly-gay boyfriends had been unofficially dubbed the Chicken Coop. Herbie was there with the three couples, all of whom were seated in a large semicircle, waiting for Vic to arrive.

Herbie was growing impatient and irritated, frequently glancing at the clock to check the time. The chicken boys didn't seem to mind Vic's tardiness, however. Herbie had commanded them to recite a reinforcement mantra (not that they really needed it at this point), and thus Jamie and Acker, Carson and Rickie, and Coffee and Bry all sat contentedly in their overalls and straw hats, each couple holding hands, reciting the same words in perfect unison with one another as if on a recorded loop.

"I'm nothing but a chicken. I'm a gay young man and I'm sitting beside my boyfriend who is nothing but a chicken, too. Herbie is my master and I am wholly his to command. I'm nothing but a chicken--" Repeating the banal phrasing was relatively meaningless, since their programming had become so well engrained, but Herbie's ego was gratified by hearing these strapping young freshmen continually refer to him as their master. As each boy mechanically ran through his recitation, he did so with a glazed expression in his eyes, a dopey grin on his face, and a stiff member in his pants, kept that way by the mere skin to skin contact of holding his boyfriend's hand.

Finally, the door opened and Vic stuck his head in, a full fifteen minutes late. Herbie shot him an angry glance, his mind already filling with ways to hypnotically humiliate his friend in punishment for his tardiness. "Sorry I'm late, sir", Vic said.

Herbie stormed up to the door, seeing Vic attired in his usual disguise consisting of his street clothes tugged over the top of his bib overalls, with a bag in hand, no doubt with his straw hat inside. Herbie was about to snap at Vic, ordering him into full costume, when something else occurred to him.

"I thought you said you were going out to find new volunteers."

Vic smiled a playful smile. "Oh, that I did. And I have them right here, all suited up and ready to go." Herbie's face softened slightly as he looked expectantly at Vic. "Allow me to introduce the latest additions to your vital thesis experiment in hypnosis." And with that, Vic flung the door wide open and stepped aside to reveal the new recruits that he had brought along to participate in Herbie's big mind-control experiment.

Both of them.

Herbie's eyes twinkled when he saw the two new chickens, standing there all smiles, already dressed in denim overalls, straw hats, and nothing else. And as Herbie eyed their crotches, he could see they really did wear nothing else.

Quickly, Herbie stuck his arm into the room and snapped his fingers once. Instantly, the six chickens ceased reciting their mantra. Herbie looked back at the two eager freshmen waiting in the hall. One was a brunette, the other with hair of black. They both had the freshly-scrubbed, hopelessly giddy look that only came with youth and inexperience. Neither could have been older than 18.

"So who do we have here?", Herbie asked.

Vic answered in a stage voice, "These two fine gentlemen are pledging and are here to present themselves early for the Farmboy Initiation Test. So they can get a head start on the rest of their fellow pledges." Vic fairly sprained his neck jerking his head to the side and winking to convey to Herbie to go along with the cover story.

Herbie picked up on it just fine. "Ah, yes! Good, good! Very commendable, you two. Shows real initiative. We like that in our pledges." The two boys chuckled, very excited to get the jump on the other freshmen who were also eager to begin a life of debauchery and inebriation. Herbie gestured for the duo to enter the classroom. Or rather, the Chicken Coop. "If you two boys would be good enough to take those seats which complete the circle of farm boys, we can begin."

Quickly and with obvious excitement, the two pledges dashed over and took their seats as Herbie wheeled over the heat-inducer. The brunette looked over at the smiling and slightly dazed Jamie and Acker, then at the other couples. To his buddy, he whispered, "Dude! Howcum they're all holding hands? What's up with that??"

Panicking, the black-haired boy answered, "Dumbass! It must be part of the test! God, don't blow this for us, man! Here!" And with that, he took his friend's hand, interlacing their fingers. "Now don't let go until they tell us to!"

"First thing I need you lads to do is concentrate on this little lamp here", Herbie said, indicating the nose of the projector. The boys nodded, anxious to begin.

The brunette cocked one eyebrow as Herbie brought the machine to life, the sound of its chugging inner workings filling the room. "Umm, what does that thing do, anywa--" That was as far as the boy got when both he and his companion were left with blank expressions and vacant eyes.

"Just breathe very deeply, boys. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Let yourself go and just relax", Herbie prompted them. The boys did as bidden, their shoulders slumping and the corners of their mouths turning up slightly in silly grins of pleasure. In the rest of the circle, the six chicken initiates began to feel the same effects as the two new recruits. As the beam inducted the youngest boys, it reinforced its hold on the others.

Vic walked up to Herbie, keeping his voice low so as not to disrupt the proceedings. "Sir, I am really, really sorry for my tardiness. It took forever to get them into their costumes. But I have good news."

Herbie watched as the two boys' hands grew limp and they let go of their hold on each other. "These kids may be able to get us a bigger facility to serve as the Chicken Coop", Vic whispered.

Herbie looked at Vic with surprise. "These kids? Really? How?"

Vic looked over at the boys as they began to slowly slide off their chairs, as if they're bodies were steadily liquefying. "They're pledging with Chi Iota Kappa. They think they can get us their whole damn frat house."

Herbie looked impressed, but skeptical. "Chi Iota Kappa. That's one of the newer fraternities to this campus, isn't it?" The two boys had slid all the way off their chairs and settled onto their haunches. Their heads were bobbing back and forth, their noses pecking at the air.

Vic smiled. "Very new. A very young frat, filled with very young and fresh frat boys. Might be fun to do a hypnosis show for one of their brothers-only house parties, huh?" The two newcomers now had their knuckles shoved deep into their armpits and were flapping their elbows.

Herbie tried not to show how pleased he was, but he was pleased. He'd long fantasized about an all-gay fraternity. Or more specifically, an all-straight fraternity made gay. "You've done a fair job your first time out, Vic."

"Thank-you, sir", Vic beamed. "I really appreciate that." The boys were now clucking loudly, their sharp eyes projecting that they truly believed they were chickens.

"Now there's just one more thing you need to do", Herbie said. He produced a large accordion folder and yanked off it's elastic strap. He slid out a stack of papers for Vic to see. There were forms, notes, and a variety charts and diagrams.

"Uhh, what's this?"

"The final forms for my thesis project."

Vic scrunched his brow. "Your--?"

Herbie make a derisive sound. "Okay, "our". Relax, you're listed as my assistant. Anyway, we still have to show something at the end of this semester. These are all the straightforward notes documenting what I've done--or at least, the Reader's Digest condensed version, sans any reference to making straight boys gay, or chickens, or anything like that. Enough techno babble and psychological fluff to make for a winning presentation without giving away what this project was really about." Vic nodded, not sure why Herbie was showing him this.

"I need you", and Herbie pushed the folder against Victor's chest, "to type it all up and cast it into presentable shape. I'd like to see the first draft by the middle of next week."

Vic looked down at the folder with a crestfallen expression. "Yes, sir", he mumbled, trying to sound dejected. In fact, this was the most wonderful assignment Herbie could have given him. It was an effort not to show it.

As Victor sighed, thumbing through the cluster of notes, the two new chickens fell to floor in each other's arms, kissing one another passionately. The other six boys had all followed suit and had gotten off their chairs and down onto their haunches, acting chickenish.

Herbie glanced back at Vic, and as a precaution, jabbed a forefinger against Victor's brow. "Vic, you will do nothing whatever with that paper to sabotage the work I've done here. In no way is your work on what's in that folder to reveal a single thing I've accomplished."

Victor's response was mechanical and stiff, but spoken with conviction. "Yes, sir. I will do nothing whatever with this paper to sabotage your project."

Herbie nodded, satisfied. The two boys, still under the full beam of the projector, were now a flurry or arms, each reaching under the others' bibs to get at his friend's dick. Behind Herbie, Victor grinned broadly, anxious to get busy on the task that lay ahead.