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WARNING The start of story is set in 1989 and uses the UK legal smoking age and computers from that time. As always, my story includes smoking, gay sex, crossdressing, hypnosis/mind control and involuntary sexual behaviour along with some violence. If you don't like any of those things then don't read it. I know smoking is unhealthy but it turns me on and it's my story! STORY It was a beautifully sunny Saturday as I rode my bike over to Dave's house. We were going to spend the day as we did every weekend, coding new games for his Amiga and trying to make some cash by creating a hit game we could sell. We'd been doing it for around 2 years now since we were both 14 and had sold a few small games to the big developers for a few hundred pounds each which we split evenly. We both had over ?700 in our bank accounts and loved what we did. I met Dave at school when his family moved here 3 years ago and we got on well together in classes, eventually leading to us discovering a shared enjoyment of computers and coding, we had both upgraded from our old Amstrad computers when we got Amigas for our 14th Birthdays and had been coding together ever since. We went to Dave's place every weekend as he had a bigger bedroom and his parents didn't insist on barging in every hour or so like mine did. The only downside was Dave's brother Marcus who was 19 and had left college to work in a garage as a mechanic. He also had his own Amiga and did a little coding but not at our level. He was occasionally obnoxious but hey, that's what big brothers do right? We had got most of a new first-person shooter game assembled and were testing it to find bugs, a short list was already growing as we picked out flaws and made notes to correct them. Dave told me Marcus was convinced this game would be a winner and wanted to help us by creating a loading screen. Games back then often took a little while to load so a good loading screen was a must and a good way to keep people's attention. I was dubious about it but Dave said that Marcus did not want any of our cash, he just wanted a credit for his work in the hope of being noticed. "I'd get that in writing if I were you Dave," I said. About an hour later Marcus burst in without knocking as usual. "Alright poofters," came his usual stupid greeting, considering we were both straight and Dave had even had a girlfriend for a year before she got bored with his computer obsession. "You're the expert Marcus, I'm sure you'd know," I answered. Actually, I felt that was true as I'd spotted him and Simon Calder playing with each other one lunchtime behind the groundskeepers shed where people went to smoke. I was out walking the family dog as I did every lunchtime because both my parents worked all day. "Ha-ha," he fake-laughed before sitting on Dave's bed and asking how the game was going. "We're debugging at the moment," said Dave. Marcus got up again and leaned between us to see how it was going. The smell of smoke filled my nose and I leant away saying, "Jesus you stink." "I smell like a real man you mean, gayboy," growled Marcus. As he was a foot taller than us, I thought it best not to make him too angry so I didn't respond. He said the game was looking good and said he had the loading screen ready. He gave the 3.5in disk to Dave who saved our game and then loaded it. First came a big headline text. "MERCENARY OPS. Loading, please wait!" which flashed a few times. Then a multicoloured spiral showed and began to turn, slowly at first but getting faster. "WATCH AND WAIT," flashed in the centre of the screen and then vanished. We both watched for a while and then I asked if anything else was going to happen. "Keep watching the screen, you really want to keep watching," said Marcus. We kept watching it for a while longer and then I heard Marcus say, "You love watching this screen, you really adore watching this screen, you will want to watch it as often as possible and will love to watch it together." I must admit I did like the screen but I thought Marcus was rather overdoing himself, it was only a loading screen and didn't need boasting about. I started to turn my head to tell him that but saw something out of the corner of my eye and turned back to the screen but I must have missed it. I waited for it to come around again, every so often hearing Marcus boast more about how much we wanted to watch the screen, loved the screen, needed the screen... "Wake up poofs, didn't you hear mum say lunch was ready?" Marcus yelled down the hall. How could it be lunchtime, it had only just gone 10am I thought. I stood up feeling stiff all over for some reason but as I turned and looked at the clock, I realised it said 1230. How could it be 1230??? Dave stretched as well and we looked at each other in amazement before shaking our heads and going for lunch. We had our sandwiches and headed back to Dave's room for another 4 hours of coding before I had to go home. As we entered Dave's room with Marcus behind us, I noticed the loading screen still spinning. We sat down and found ourselves absorbed by the pattern again. Marcus began talking behind us, again encouraging us to enjoy and love the screen and want to watch it whenever we could. It was about 3.30pm when I came to and realised that I'd been staring at the screen again. I really did love it but realised we needed to work on the game again. I looked round at Dave and seeing him still staring at the screen, I shook him to get his attention and turned off the screen. We stared at each other, both clearly wondering what had happened but then took out the disk and reloaded the game, making more notes on bugs before 5pm came round and I packed up to head home. While Dave was in the toilet, I took a copy of the loading screen and put it in my bag, I may want to look it over again before next week. We said goodbye and I left for home. The next day was Sunday and my revision day. With GCSE's coming up, I wanted to be ready. I was near the top in most of my classes and actually top in maths but I was taking nothing for granted. After a few hours studying, we had the usual family Sunday roast dinner and I went back to my room for more study. At 3pm I needed a break and as it helped me relax yesterday, I took the copy of the loading screen from my bag and put it in my computer. I watched the familiar spiral load and found myself fading out.... "Paul," yelled my Mum from the doorway, "didn't you hear me calling dinner?" I shook myself and stood up. "Sorry Mum, I must have dozed off after that wonderful lunch earlier." Mum smiled and turned away telling me I was a flatterer but obviously pleased as we went downstairs for dinner. Time just seemed to fly as I watched the screen but I felt really good after watching it and went on to spend the rest of the evening in front of it. All week at school, my nerves were on edge as the exams were due in a weeks' time. I needed to relax so, after revising every night, I watched the loading screen until bedtime. My parents didn't bother me as they knew how important my exams were. Dave and I had also agreed that the weekend before our exams would be revision time and we were not meeting that weekend. I spend half of it revising and half watching my new favourite thing. I felt so good afterwards and was confident I would do well. After the first week, we had finished most of our important exams and were going to spend Saturday at Dave's as a reward. As usual I rode my bike over to Dave's place and wheeled it into the back garden where it wouldn't be stolen. Marcus was laying back on a sun lounger smoking and I said, "Hi," on the way past. He looked good, I thought, in just those shorts with his tanned body on display. "Hey poof, have fun." He smiled as I went inside. Dave was in his room and stood up as I walked in. We hugged and then sat down in front of the Amiga. "Ready for some serious debugging Babe?" he asked. "Yes Sweetie," I said and we both laughed at our little joke as we started work. Apart from lunchtime, we weren't interrupted and got a lot done that day, pretty much all the bugs had been ironed out. I headed home and split the rest of the day and the next day between revision and the loading screen. At the end of the second week, we had both finished our exams and confident we were heading for a clutch of A's or B's at the very worst (there were no A* scores back then). As a celebration, Dave and I were allowed a beer each by our parents and we enjoyed them at Dave's place. The end of school had arrived and we were both aiming for college afterward the summer hols to gain programming qualifications but now we had 7 weeks or so of freedom! We were going camping up on the moor in a couple of weeks and had separate family holidays coming up in the middle of the break. Encouraged by my Mum, I started helping out in the local charity shop over the holidays. It wasn't too difficult, just checking donations, forming washing piles and bagging them for cleaning. When the came back, I put them on appropriate hangers and put them on display in the shop. It was just me and Mrs Golding who was nearly 80 and half blind but a lovely person. She was very grateful for the help. I didn't get paid but did get some life experience. In the first week of the holiday, we sent our game off to be tested by a big gaming house. If it lived up to their requirements then we'd both be getting around ?2500 for the rights to the game. Marcus had shortened his loading screen to fit the game and so Dave and I had the only full length (endless) versions. I still used it regularly and loved it. Lately I always came to with a solid erection and feeling very horny but it's pretty normal for a nearly 17-year-old guy to feel horny I suppose. On the second weekend, I set off for Dave's as usual. Wheeling my bike around the back of his house, I again found Marcus lounging in the sun and smoking. "Yo gayboy," he called and I smiled as I looked over at him. For some reason I suddenly found myself incredibly horny, much more than I'd ever felt before. I had to get inside before he saw my bulging shorts so I dashed past him through a cloud of his smoke to the door. I got a face full of it and for some reason I breathed in deeply before going inside. I called out to say hi to Dave before dashing into the bathroom. I sat on the loo waiting for my erection to go down before going to his room. I didn't want my best friend seeing me plonk into the chair next to him with a massive hard on. Eventually it settled and I went into Dave's room. Weirdly we both said, "Alright gayboy," at the same time in a bad impersonation of Marcus before sitting down together at the computer. Dave inserted a disk and there was the loading screen again. I started to look at Dave wondering why he'd done that but my eyes were dragged back to the screen. I didn't even hear Marcus enter the room...... When I came to, I found that I was laid on Dave's bed, cuddled up tight to Dave with my lips pressed to his. I moved my head back in shock which woke him up. When his eyes opened, we both stared into each other's eyes. I found myself incredibly horny suddenly and being so close I also realised that he had an erection. As we stared at each other, I found my head slowly moving towards him, lips pursed ready to kiss. I couldn't stop myself and he was doing the same thing. Our lips made contact and it was like electricity passed through us. I shuddered in pleasure as our kiss deepened and passion rose in me like never before. I'd kissed a few girls over the years but this was something else altogether. My emotions surged and I felt a rush of love for my best friend. I adored him and desired him and could not stop myself wanting him. We kissed and kissed for what seemed like ages. The only thing that stopped me was that I was eventually overcome and filled my boxer shorts with cum. At that point my thundering heart finally began to slow down and that weird misty feeling slowly started to clear. The same must have happened to Dave as he and I slowly pulled apart. We were both speechless and a little giddy after what happened. I ran to the bathroom to clean my boxers before it soaked though to my shorts, I was glad I'd worn dark ones today. When I walked back to Dave's room, I saw through the doorway that he'd taken off his jeans (he always wore jeans, even in summer) and underwear and was pulling on a pair of what were very obviously girly panties. They were pink and lace edged and as he slid them up his leg, I heard him sigh in obvious happiness. For some reason I found myself getting turned on again but I thought it best to wait in the hall until he'd finished and put on clean jeans. When he was decent, I walked back into his room and we both found ourselves avoiding each other's gaze. I picked up my bag thinking it best to go but as I was trying to work out what to say, Marcus barged in again. "Yo gayboys," he laughed and then said, "Relax guys, chill out and ...." I didn't remember anything after that until I heard him say, "Wake up gayboys," as he left the room. Dave and I were sitting on the edge of his bed still clothed thankfully. We both stood up and I said, "See you tomorrow Sweetie," before giving him a quick peck on the lips and leaving the room. "Bye Honey," he called, making me smile as I walked down the hall towards the back door. When I got outside, Marcus was again on his lounger smoking. For some reason I found the smell really nice and spent a few minutes talking to him while he finished his cigarette before I cycled home. Another good day with my boyfriend I thought, can't wait to go back tomorrow. I had dinner with my parents and headed back to my room. When I unpacked my bag, I found a small package labelled "open me in private." Intrigued, I tore open the wrapping and out popped a pair of lavender panties, a 10 pack of Embassy cigarettes and a lighter. I found myself suddenly horny again and I yanked my shorts and boxers off before sliding the panties on. As they slid up my leg and cupped my achingly hard cock, I sighed the same way Dave had earlier. Wow what a sensational feeling. I loved it so much I didn't take them off, even sleeping in them under my pyjamas. The cigarettes I hid in my pencil case. I don't know why but I couldn't throw them away even though I didn't smoke. My parents did though and my older Sister too so I was more than used to the smell. I woke the next day and began packing for my camping trip with Dave. We needed 2 days-worth of clothes and basic wash things and Mum had packed a bag of food to cook on our camp stove. Dave was bringing the tent and I had the cooking gear and my sleeping bag all strapped to my backpack. I'd also snuck the panties and cigarettes into the bag. We were going to spend time right out in a wild part of the moors about 10 miles from home. It was a beautiful and secluded place around a mile from any road with a small lake fed by spring water which made it great to swim in. If it had been more well known it would be packed but we only found it because we loved walking away from usual footpaths. I was nearly 17 and Dave was 17 so our parents weren't worried, it was the early 90's so people didn't fear half as much as they do now. Our parents' instructions were to call in from the nearest village phone box which was around 2 miles from our camp as we passed through. After cycling to our camp site and calling home, we set up our tent and then stripped down to swimming shorts before diving into the cool water of the lake. It was wonderful after a hot bike ride and we splashed about for ages before doing lengths for a while. We both stripped down to towel off afterwards and a sneaked a few glances at his body as he dried off. Every time I looked, I got hornier and soon walked over to him naked and as he turned to me, we both made eye contact. Again, we found ourselves totally turned on and kissed passionately. This time we were both naked though and felt our hard cocks pressing against each other as we melted into each other, kissing deep and hard and urgently like we never wanted to stop. Eventually Dave pushed me gently away and then sank to his knees in front of me. My cock was already rock solid and I knew he was going to put his mouth on it. I had barely even heard the term blow job in those pre-internet days but as his lips slid onto my cock, I realised just how good it could feel and very quickly found myself hitting climax, I moaned as I felt my cock pulse again and again, squirting hot cum into Dave's mouth. He didn't pull his head back until I started going soft, I was still incredibly horny though and wanted to do the same for him. He lay back on the grass as I knelt down and tentatively opened my mouth to take his cock. My lips felt so right running down the velvety surface of his solid dick and soon I had most of it in my mouth. I slowly started to lean back and forward, almost instinctively knowing what to do to make him cum. After a few minutes I heard him moan out my name and then fill my mouth with cum. It tasted amazing and I made sure I got all of it before swallowing it down. After we had both cleaned off in the lake, we lay down side by side in just our shorts, the sun beaming down on our bodies. I had my eyes closed when I heard the distinctive sound of a lighter and smelled smoke. I looked over to see Dave smoking a cigarette with a look of pure pleasure on his face. I was a little shocked because he'd always given Marcus crap for smoking but the shock rapidly gave way to lust. Something about what I was seeing was turning me on again. I scooted over to sit right beside him and he looked and smelled gorgeous. As he inhaled again, I grabbed him and kissed him hard and deep and when we pulled apart again, we both breathed out a little smoke. The taste was incredible. I wanted more and we kissed every time he took a puff. When Dave had finished his smoke and put it out, I found myself able to resist kissing him and decided to go for a walk further down the stream to calm down a bit. I asked Dave but he said he was going to have a quick nap in the tent. I dressed in the panties plus shorts, top and trainers and set off with my camera and also the cigarettes I had brought with me. About half an hour downstream I took a few pictures of the landscape around me including a rather pretty bridge over the river just down from where the stream joined it. Then I sat down beside the bridge and pulled out the cigarettes, the plastic wrapper shining in the sun. I felt like I was not in control of myself as I unwrapped the pack like I'd seen my parents and sister do a thousand times and opened the pack to pull out the shiny silver paper inside. My hand trembled a little as I pulled out a cigarette and put it to my lips. Remembering what my sister looked like, I lit it and sucked in the smoke. I coughed a little as I inhaled it but living in a smoky house probably helped me adapt and by the 4th inhale, I was smoking it with no major problem. Well, one problem.... My cock was solid in my panties and I felt like I was in heaven. I felt so happy and content and also very horny. But something felt wrong.... My lips felt wrong... But how? I turned back for our campsite and 30 minutes later I could see the tent through the trees. There was a girl sitting, smoking on the grass in front of our tent which was rather intriguing. I sped up to get back quickly and as I walked up beside her, I said "Hi, who are you?" She jumped a little but then turned to face me and said, "Hi Paul," and I realised it was Dave in a denim skirt, top and wearing a wig and lipstick. She, I mean he, blushed a little which I felt looked really cute and took another puff from his cigarette. I could see the filter was all red from the lipstick and again I found myself immensely turned on. Dave said, "I was just trying it while you were away, I didn't mean for you to see but once I got dressed up, I found I couldn't take the clothes off. I tried but.... But my body rebelled and I couldn't undo the buttons. I really didn't want to... I feel fantastic." "Well you look fantastic too Honey," I said as I knelt down beside him and kissed him deeply, tasting his red lips and smoky mouth. It felt so good and I just didn't want to stop kissing him. Eventually he pushed me gently away and asked me to lay down before pulling down my shorts and rubbing his hands over my cock which was straining in my panties. Then I watched as his red lips wrapped around my trembling cock and found myself in heaven as he sucked me, leaving red marks down my cock from the lipstick which just turned me on even more. After I had returned the favour and we were both tired, we lay down in the tent for a nap and when we woke up it had got dark outside. We could see a fire burning outside which neither of us had lit so we dressed quietly and I peeked out through the tent flap to see Marcus sat by a roaring camp fire drinking a beer. "What are you doing here?" I asked as we got out of the tent. "Relax gayboys, I just brought your new clothes," said Marcus as we both sank to the ground and stared at him. "For the rest of your camping trip you can only wear the clothes from these bags," he said. "Paul, your clothing is in the bag labelled 'Beth,' and Dave, yours is the bag labelled 'Angie'. When you wake up, you will forget I was here and remember bringing the bags yourselves and that your names are Beth and Angie and you will change into these new clothes straight away." Some time later, we came to and I found myself eagerly opening my bag and pulling out a very feminine purple dress and a mauve bra which matched my undies, there was also a long brunette wig and a girls swimming costume as well as 2 packs of cigarettes. Angie had a dark pink dress in a similar style and a bra that matched her panties as well as her swimming costume and cigarettes. We both dressed immediately and both used Angie's lipstick before sitting down to light a cigarette. Wow it felt so right between my red lips. I felt beautiful and sexy and Angie looked so gorgeous that I just kept staring at her with real lust and a very hard cock. She was doing the same and we soon found ourselves kissing passionately and smearing our lipstick all around our mouths. I just couldn't stop kissing her and she seemed to feel the same. Eventually we pulled ourselves apart long enough to go into the tent, zip our sleeping bags together and cuddle up to each other before we started kissing and groping each other again until we fell into an exhausted sleep. I woke to birds singing and the early morning sun beaming down. I looked over at Angie who was still asleep. She looked lovely, even with the faint red smears left from our massive kissing session on her face. I realised I was still in my dress so I got undressed and put on my costume for a swim in the lake. I'd been swimming for about 10 minutes when Angie joined me in her costume. "Morning Beth," she said with a big smile, "how did you sleep?" "Like a girl in paradise," I said with my own warm smile. She laughed and we set off swimming together for half an hour. Then we washed in the stream, dried off and put our dresses and wigs back on and then lit a fire for breakfast and a cigarette each. I thought she looked beautiful smoking with those red lips and soon we were kissing again. We managed to stay apart long enough to have breakfast before we found ourselves back in the tent and sucking each other in a 69 that felt amazing. We then refreshed our lippy, lit another smoke and started again. This went on for hours until both our cocks were aching from continued use and we'd sucked each other dry. We were just compelled to do it every time we saw each other smoking. As soon as we had sex, we felt compelled to smoke again and it became a vicious circle because smoking made us horny. We were both aching and trying to resist as we lit up for the 6th time but as we started kissing again and my cock rose painfully to another erection, Marcus made his way through the trees and called out "relax gayboys." We both sank to the grass almost sighing with relief as we surrendered to his control again. When I woke up later, Angie had gone and Marcus was laying naked in the warm sun. As I lay there in my dress, Marcus lit 2 cigarettes and gave me one. I thanked him with a smile and we lay there smoking together. I found myself reaching out to touch his warm body as I smoked and soon, I found myself holding his cock. Then stroking it and soon after that I was sucking him with my red lips and loving the taste. Then he said, "I want more Beth," and I found myself wanting his hot cock inside me. I pulled down my panties and knelt to show him my virgin hole that was twitching at the thought of his cock. I wanted him to take me so badly, I was yearning for it. I needed it more than anything. More even than my beloved Angie and my beloved cigarettes. I felt him squirt something cool onto my hole and his finger slipped slowly inside me. Objectively I knew it hurt but I also felt my heart swell with joy and my cock twitch with pleasure and I didn't move as he probed and teased my hole first with one and then 2 fingers as he stretched me out. After a while, he slowly slid his fingers out and I found myself feeling really empty and needing more. He passed me a cigarette and while I sucked on it, he positioned himself behind me and slid his cock slowly but firmly deeper and deeper inside me. I moaned in pain but couldn't resist as he began gently fucking me. I felt so full and so right with a cock inside me that the ache faded away and I began to fill with a feeling of ecstasy as he sped up his thrusts, eventually pounding repeatedly into my no-longer virgin hole. After about 10 minutes, which felt like ages and also no time at all, he started trembling and twitching and pushed firmly against me before pumping me full of his cum. I could feel it filling me inside and I felt a sense of elation and satisfaction. I knew I needed this to happen regularly. As he slowly deflated and pulled out of me, I thanked him profusely. He laughed and told me I was welcome and then called Angie from the tent. Then he said, "Relax gayboys...." We woke up later naked in the warm sunlight. Dave and I looked at each other and then went for a cleansing swim. My bum was a bit sore, I must have slept strangely, but it felt better as we swam in the cool water. We'd both completely forgotten Marcus had been there and had taken all the girls' clothes. We climbed out, dressed and went exploring for the rest of the day and after our evening meal, we had a cigarette, kissed each other tenderly without feeling compelled to have sex and went to bed. The next morning, we got up, cooked breakfast and then packed everything up before riding home again. We'd both had a fantastic time and had realised that we were smokers, lovers and very happy together. We obviously couldn't tell our parents that but we would have to try and get together as often as possible. When we got home, we both found letters with a cheque for ?2550 each waiting at home for the rights to our game and so both felt very rich. We both felt we owed Marcus ?100 each for his loading screen which he accepted happily. We now had to think of our futures, our aim for college and maybe university beyond that. We both wanted advanced coding and computer programming courses as well as advanced mathematics and were looking for a college that offered this. We had our chunk of money and had started making another game so we would likely be able to get a good income from it. Our parents would help us rent a flat to share for college if we moved away from home but had insisted, we must have part time jobs as well. After a lot of research, we found a very reputable college in Manchester which was around 250 miles from home but easy enough on the train. Dad found us a small, cheap but decent 2 bed flat and signed the tenancy as we weren't 18 yet and hired a van to move us and our furniture up there. Our mums had cried as we left home and so did we, but we were both excited by the new adventure to come. Once Dad had gone home, we moved our beds together in the bigger bedroom, no way were we sleeping apart when we didn't have to. We settled in our flat and at our new college. The coursework was hard but not overly so and we found ourselves with enough time to write new games which brought us enough money to buy food and cleaning stuff as well as our cigarettes. We took the train home at Christmas and had a lovely time with our families, both of whom now knew we smoked so we didn't need to freeze outside or hide. Then we went back in the New Year and stayed until the educational year finished in Summer. Dave had now turned 18 and I would during the holidays. We were both in Dave's room around the middle of the holidays when Marcus barged in with his usual, "Yo gayboys relax." I was helping out in the charity shop again but Mrs Golding was now very nearly totally blind and struggling so I helped more at the till. I also found myself buying a lot of the things that came in, dresses and skirts and heels and handbags and nighties etc and bagging them to take home. I told Mrs Golding that I'd found lots of men's clothes which helped me as a student and she was very happy as it made money for charity and helped her "favourite assistant." I didn't consciously realise why I was doing it but I kept bagging them and taking them home to hide in the old shed down the garden, glad that Dad hadn't got rid of it when he got his new shed. We both went back with extra bags after the holiday for year 2 of the course. Both now 18 and legally allowed to drink (which we did occasionally anyway) and also able to sign the lease ourselves for year 2. We had made a fair amount from our games but not quite enough to live so we needed to find jobs at evenings/weekends. We had enough for a few months though so were in no major hurry so we enjoyed being able to sleep together and kiss again for a while. It was about 6 weeks later when the doorbell rang. I answered to find Marcus standing there with his car parked behind him and a huge rucksack. "Come in, what are you doing here?" I said, stepping back as he came past me. "Thanks," he said and I pointed him to the lounge where Dave was programming and I'd been revising on the sofa. I offered him tea, coffee or a beer and he chose beer, not surprising really. Then we sat down and he explained that he had been kicked out by his parents after they found him in bed with Simon Calder, wearing girl's clothing and sucking him off, both totally drunk. "What are you going to do?" I asked, telling him he was welcome to stay here for a few days, maybe a week, but we didn't have a spare bed. He knew we were lovers so we didn't hide the fact that we'd pushed our single beds together in one room. He thanked us and said he didn't know yet but would go out into town to find a job and a place to live as he couldn't go home, the whole town now knew he was gay and he had been threatened several times (it being the early 90s and thus far less tolerated). He eventually drank himself to sleep and we went off to bed thankful that tomorrow was Saturday and we didn't have to get up. We got up and made breakfast whilst Marcus snored on the sofa, he finally awoke mid-morning with a hangover and Dave gave him paracetamol whilst I made him a coffee. "Thanks guys," he moaned as he slowly sobered up before going for a shower. "I'm not sure I can cope with this for long," I said to Dave whilst Marcus was showering. He agreed and said "I hope he finds a job soon." This went on all week with us getting up early for college and him lounging on the sofa until lunchtime then going out in Manchester and coming back drunk at night. The next Saturday at around 3pm the doorbell rang and I went to get it, I found Simon Calder standing outside with a hire van behind him. He asked for Marcus and I invited him in. They went together to the spare room and came back an hour later. As we looked up, they walked into the lounge and Simon said, "Do it." Marcus said, "Relax gayboys," and we blanked out on the sofa... Later on, Simon moved the double bed, desk and various boxes and bags from his van into the spare room with our help. We'd agreed they could live together in our spare room as long as they paid for food and drink and a share of the rent. I don't know why but it suddenly seemed a good idea. They spent a fair bit of time in their room having noisy sex and we should have been annoyed but instead smiled at each other and kissed before settling down for study. This went on for weeks, us going to college and them going out in town, coming back drunk and shagging. When Dave asked them for rent, Simon and Marcus gave him ?20 each and said it was all they had. Dave told me and I said we had to give them an ultimatum to earn money or find somewhere else. We sat together over Friday dinner and told them that they had to do something about earning money or move out. Simon was angry, turned to Marcus and said, "Sleep slut." Marcus' eyes fluttered closed and he sank down in his chair. Then he turned to us and said, "Relax gayboys." We both sat looking at him like he'd gone mad and wondering what he'd done to Marcus. He turned back to Marcus and said "slut, put them to sleep," and Marcus said "relax gayboys." We sank down like he had. Marcus then told us to react to Simon like we did to him and we did but I found myself recalling his instructions unlike when Marcus talked to us. Simon started talking, "Marcus told me about what he had done to you. I did it to him first because he's cute and I got a thrill from corrupting him. I'm going to do worse to you for your greed. You will both live as transvestite girls, as Beth and Angie except at college. You are lovers and really enjoy lots of sex but you also work for me as escorts in the evening and at weekends. I will set up meets for you and you will meet them and please them and obey them in any way they want. You will collect payment and give it all to me. You are unable to dress as guys anytime except to go to college. You will not care what people think when you are out in girl's clothing. It feels exciting but comfortable and makes you feel happy and sexy. You are completely and hopelessly addicted to smoking and you both smoke at least a pack of cigarettes every single day but will now find yourself unable to buy them anywhere. You will not be able to ask for them or indicate in any way that you want them. You will be unable to use vending machines either. You will know you can only get them from me, your master. You will suffer really badly from withdrawal if you run out and will do absolutely ANYTHING to get your supply. You will now go and dress, your girly stuff Marcus got you is in the blue box in my room. Go." We found ourselves back in the lounge an hour later in full girly clothing, stockings and suspenders and heels which we both struggled with having not practiced much. I knew I was Beth and I also knew I was Paul. I couldn't resist Simons instructions but I could remember them. My cigarettes had gone, as had Angie's. I asked Simon for a cigarette and he said he would give us a pack each once he had fucked me. He told me to bend over the sofa and drop my panties. I couldn't stop myself doing it, already feeling a deep craving for a cigarette and knowing I had to endure this to get one. He lubed my hole and pushed his (thankfully not too big) cock inside me without much foreplay. I groaned in pain but stayed there exposed and filled with his cock. "Thank me as I fuck you and beg for more," he commanded and I started to say, "Thank you," as he pounded into me. "Sound like you mean it," he yelled and I starting gushingly thanking him for fucking me and begging him to go faster and harder. He laughed as he fucked me hard over the sofa before pulling out and spraying cum up the back of my dress. I just stayed bent over the sofa thanking him until he told me to stop and act normal again. Normal was, of course, being Beth as it wasn't college time so I refreshed my lipstick and smoked the first cigarette from the pack he gave me, feeling a huge sense of relief and happiness as I inhaled creamy smoke. Angie was doing the same thing. It was weird the whole next week as we lived as guys at college and girls outside, both knowing that it wasn't really our choice although it felt good. Marcus sat around in a trance most of the time and Simon did nothing but drink, smoke and sleep. We cooked his meals for him and cleaned up after him, we had no choice as we had to obey to get cigarettes. The one time we had tried to buy some at the supermarket on the way back from college, it had gone badly. We had got the weekly food shop and gone to the tobacco counter where I found I couldn't speak to the assistant but just stood looking dumbly at her with my mouth open. Dave tried as well but also couldn't speak or point and we both left with our shopping and a heavy heart to walk home. We tried the newsagent with the same result and were asked to leave before he "decked us," when we both stood there open- mouthed saying nothing. I heard him mutter, "Fucking weirdos," as we left. That Friday, we got home and dressed and then Simon came into our room with a shopping bag. "This is your make-up," he said. "Lipstick isn't enough to look like street sluts so you two will practice applying foundation and mascara and eyeliner and eyeshadow until you both look like whores." We opened the bag to find lots of make up and a copy of Razzle (early 90's UK porn magazine). We studied the pages looking at the heavy make up worn by some of the girls and tried repeatedly to look like them, eventually achieving what we felt was close after starting from scratch several times. We went to find Simon who pronounced us "acceptable" and carried on watching TV as we cooked dinner and washed up. Marcus arrived back an hour later with the news that he had a job as a mechanic to pay his share and Simon said we should all celebrate. He gave us all beers and then told me and Angie to drink up quickly. We poured the rest of the beer down our throats quickly and then he ordered us both to bend over the sofa with panties down before telling Marcus to fuck me whilst Simon did the same to Angie. Again, we were told to thank them and beg for more as they did it. Things moved on quickly after Marcus got his first pay packet and soon a landline phone was installed (mobiles still being rare and huge and expensive). We were not allowed to use it without permission and never allowed to answer it. A few days later on a Wednesday night I was ordered to get dressed slutty like a cheap whore and then sent to stand at the corner of 2 nearby streets smoking like a hooker and to get into the brown Ford Sierra when it pulled up and do as I was told by the occupants. I was not permitted to show any emotion except pleasure and gratitude. 2 cigarettes later the car arrived and a guy got out of the back seat and ushered me into it I sat in the middle of the rear seat between 2 guys, with 2 more in the front. We drove for 10 minutes before parking outside a terraced house where I was dragged in, taken up to a bedroom with a grotty mattress and ordered to kneel and please every cock that I was offered. For the next two hours I had a succession of cocks thrust into my mouth and my arse and I ached at both ends. My face was drenched with cum, it was all over my dress and I was exhausted. Thankfully I finally got told they were all satisfied and then I was ordered to go downstairs and not to wipe my face. I was given a seat in the lounge and told to have a smoke which I really needed. I could barely open my left eye due to the cum and finally I got given a tissue and permission to wipe my eye. I was then told to thank them, given an envelope and bundled back into the car. They chucked me out at the same street corner and I walked home, staggering slightly due to my aching arse. When I walked into the lounge, Angie looked at me, noting my torn stockings and cum covered face and ran over to me with a box of tissues to wipe my face whilst I thanked her and kissed her, desperately in need of affection after being used for over 2 hours and treated like scum. We sat together and cuddled, both crying as I recounted what had happened. We could hear Simon fucking Marcus in their room and when he eventually came out, he demanded the envelope which I handed over. He took the cash and dropped the envelope before sneering, "Thanks," and going back to his room. Angie and I cuddled and cried together before having a final smoke and going to bed. The next night was Angie's turn and my turn to sit worrying whilst she was out. She came home with smeared lipstick but otherwise ok and carrying a thinner envelope. We still cuddled together in tears as Simon took the cash, again dropping the envelope for us to clean up. This went on for months as we had no way of stopping him. We couldn't complain to him because we'd been told we couldn't and the same went for Marcus who was also under his control. Between us we had made probably close to 10 Grand in the last 3 months and all we got from it was cigarettes. He had used us to make nearly 9 Grand so far and unless something changed, we would be doing this forever! 2 months later I was again given to a group for a whole day session. There were at least 10 guys and I was trembling with fear but unable to disobey as one guy lubed me up ready and laid out the condoms. Then he told me to hold up my arm, tied a belt round it and injected me with something. I felt an immediate rush and cloudy and dreamlike afterwards whilst I was repeatedly fucked and used but as my brain started to recover from the injection, I found I was able to cry despite having been forbidden. I also found I could move though I was told to stay still. I started to get up off the bed but was held down whilst the guy gave me another needle and I left into cloud-cuckoo land again. I started to come back to normality laying on the street corner where I was picked up earlier and I staggered home with my mind numbed but under my control. I had to do something before his control re-asserted itself. I got back to the flat and found Simon naked drunk and half asleep on the sofa, Marcus out and Angie ironing. I went to the kitchen, grabbed our biggest knife and walked into the lounge. Angie gaped at me but I smiled and put my fingers to my lips before standing in front of Simon and holding the knife to his balls. I yelled, "Wake up," and as he jumped, the knife tip pierced his scrotum and he screamed. I punched his face making him fall back and I jumped onto his legs as he yelled at me to stop. I felt an urge to obey but could override it at the moment so I pricked the knife into his balls again and told him to release Angie from his control. He said no and reached up for me until I held up the knife to plunge it into his balls again at which point, he gave the, "Relax gayboys," command. Angie went under but I resisted with a struggle and kept the knife right there by his cock. He told Angie she no longer had to obey him and wouldn't respond to any order from him ever again. I then had him wake her and try to trigger her again. It didn't work on her but this time it did on me, I heard Angie rush towards me as I sank into trance still astride Simon. I fought the control but found my resistance leaving me and as I fell forward, he screamed which was the last thing I heard. When I woke up again, I was sat in the armchair. Angie was holding the knife and pointing it towards Simon who was sobbing in pain and cupping his bleeding genitals wrapped in tissues. She yelled, "SAY IT," at Simon who stopped sobbing long enough to try and trigger me but it didn't work. Angie then called an ambulance. As she was hanging up, Marcus came in and took in the scene before rushing to Simon. Angie kept hold of the knife, told Marcus to stay away from us and told Simon to remove his control over Marcus which he did through moans of pain and heavy tears. The ambulance arrived soon after and Simon was taken away. None of us wanted to go with him. I went to his room and found all the money Angie and I had earned, enough to live for the rest of the course easily. We just had one problem.... "Relax gayboys," said Marcus and with a horrible feeling inside, Angie and I both blanked out. When we woke up, Marcus was sitting between us on the sofa with an arm around each of us and a cigarette in his grinning mouth. Knowing we had been tranced again, I asked what happened. Marcus removed his arms and offered us both a cigarette. Once we were lit, he thanked us for taking Simons control from him and in return he had taken away our whoring instructions, our inability to buy cigarettes and finally, our trigger phrase. He told us what he and Simon had done to us and that it couldn't happen again as long as we didn't ever watch the loading screen again, the disk was in our disk box and I made a note to destroy it ASAP. Angie asked what about our girly clothes, smoking etc and Marcus said, "Nope, that's staying because I knew before you two did that you loved each other." I realised I knew this to be true. He also told us he thought we made beautiful girls and he wanted us to keep smoking because he had a real fetish for smoking T-Girls. He then said, "Oh and one last thing, when you wake up tomorrow, you will have forgotten all the bad things Simon did to you and to me, or that he was ever here. You will also have forgotten that I made you T-Girls and smokers and will just know that you love being both of those things. You will be happy for me to live here as long as I pay my share and that the cash you have came from a game you sold. You will remain deeply in love with each other and want to dress girly whenever you are outside college and away from family." He then said we looked sleepy at which point we both got up wordlessly and went to bed. EPILOGUE Angie and I got top marks in our college course and are going to university after the summer break. We still spend nearly all of our time as T-Girls and still enjoy smoking as well as making tender and passionate love regularly. We have a good income from our game programming, Angie also has a part time job as a bartender in one of the gay bars. I'm looking for something similar for a bit of extra cash although we make more than enough to live already, we need savings and a better bed and quality wigs and nicer clothes etc. Marcus is still living in our spare room and paying his fair share of the rent. He even has his own T-Girl partner now after meeting her on a night out in the gay bars of the city. They seem as madly in love as I am with Angie. We made the decision that we had to tell our parents of our relationship and, as expected, Angie's parents disowned her like they did with Marcus. Mine are confused and upset but still speaking to me but have asked us to keep it quiet when I come to visit.... It's a start. Oh, and Simon? Let's just say that the newly castrated eunuch came back to collect his personal stuff and left again quietly. Apparently as I collapsed into trance, I had pushed the blade right through his genitals. None of us know where he went, we just know that the cockless-wonder won't be bothering us again.