Taking Mason had been easy, easier than Chris, but that only left perhaps the most dangerous of the Barker Boys left for Charlie to toy with. Sure, Mason could crush him under his finger, but Mr. Barker had the final say over whether or not Charlie got to stay in the house.

     Mr. Barker was a CEO, a businessman at heart, and quite a successful one at that, he never had the brains that Chris had, but he was a hell of a lot smarter than his oldest son. He worked late most days, coming home, eating family dinner, and retiring to his office where he would spend the rest of the night before falling asleep at his computer. He'd been mean to Charlie, sure, but prior to the death of his mother, the man had treated him with nothing but kindness and respect. Charlie often suspected the man spent so much time in the office was because being in the bedroom was too difficult. Perhaps Charlie could even help with that.

      It was outside said office that Charlie found himself late one night after an uneventful dinner. From the clicking to be heard behind the dark wooden French doors, Charlie knew Mr. Barker was still awake. Timidly he peaked open the door and padded his way into the study.

      "Charlie?" Mr. Barker looked up first with confusion, turning into mild annoyance. "What do you want?" Mr. Barker sighed, removing his glasses.

      "Nothing, Sir." Charlie stated firmly, attempting not to revert back to being a timid child again. "How are you?"

      "I'm busy." The man stated firmly, and Charlie began to panic. It had been easy enough to convince Chris to get hypnotized by his own free will, but how could he possibly do it to Mr. Barker.

      "That's okay... I've just got something to show you, it'll be quick, I promise." Charlie approached the desk nervously, and began swinging the watch.

     "I don't have time..." Mr. Barker began, but his eyes had already caught the watch. "What?"

      "That's it, stare at the watch. See it go back and forth, back and forth... very relaxing isn't it?"

     "Yes..." Mr. Barker replied in a slightly dreamy voice.

      "Makes you want to fall asleep, doesn't it?" Charlie continued.

      "No..." Mr. Barker's face twisted. "Too much work to do..."

     "Oh no, nothing else matters but the watch." Charlie continued. "Not a single thing."

     "I-"

     "It's okay to relax... it's okay to let your eyes drift shut... slowly... slowly... and sleep!" Charlie pulled Mr. Barker's hand quickly, separating conscious and subconscious and plunging the man into the trance once and for all. "That's better. Can you hear me, Mr. Barker?"

     "Yes, I can hear you." Mr. Barker replied, head slumped over his button down shirt and tie.

       "Good... whatever I say to you in this state will become absolute and total fact. You won't question anything I tell you while you're under, is that clear?"

     "Yes..."

     "Great. Now for a few triggers... when I say "Daddy Boy" you will find you slump right back into this state, nod if you understand." Mr. Barker nodded. "Alright, next; you and I... there's no need to be so formal, you don't want me to call you Mr. Barker, you'd rather I just call you Nathan, you'd rather I just call you by a first name basis, because we're so close, isn't that right?" Nathan nodded again. "Alright, a few quick ones now. When I say the word 'freeze' time will stop for you. You will become like a movable action figure, posable and stuff, but inside your mind will be in a trance state, ready to take on new commands. When I say 'unfreeze' you will come out of that state as if no time has passed. Next, when I say the word 'seal' you will think you've just become a seal at a circus, you'll bark, clap your find together and try to do tricks when I say release, you'll realize exactly what you're doing. Next, when I say weird, you will staple your tie, then be very confused as to why you did it. Also; when I say unaware you will be completely unaware of anything I do to you, touching, worshiping, anything. You'll still talk to me as if I'm there, you just won't realize what I'm doing. Finally, you will believe that the two of us are close, always have been. I'm your favorite of the boys, and you love talking to me best. Have you gotten all that?" Nathan nodded once again. "Perfect. Awake!"

     "Oh!" Nathan's head shot up, and he looked around in confusion. He frowned and wiped the drool that had pooled by his mouth. "Charlie... I didn't see you come in. How are you?"

     "I'm alright. I was just feeling a little weird."

     "That's too bad." Nathan took his tie, mindlessly and slid it into the stapler, pushing it down. "I uh.. I don't know why I did that." His face twisted in confusion and he held up his tie.

     "Yeah, that was weird." Immediately, Nathan took his tie and slammed it into his stapler again.

     "I uh.. yeah. It is..  I don't..."

     "It's okay to be a little on edge, I did catch you unaware."

      "Yeah, that's right." Nathan scratched his head. "What did you want."

      "Oh nothing. Just to chat." Charlie made his way back behind the big leather chair. Nathan stayed, eyeing the spot where Charlie had been. His dark peppered hair, flopping lazily into his grey eyes and he remained intent.

     "Well my door is always open, what's up?" The man stated. Charlie reached down around the chair and unbuttoned the top button.

     "I was just wondering if you might explain to me your thoughts on homosexuality?" Charlie slid the man's tie looser round the man's neck.

      "Just terrible business. It's just unnatural and murgh mah maw maa.." the man continued talking, unaware that Charlie had gagged him with his own tie. Charlie them sensually undid each button on his shirt one by one, allowing the ample chest hair to breathe.

     "Freeze!" The dark haired man paused, tie in mouth. "This won't do. Not at all. You see, I like a clean shaven man. By the next time you shower, I want all body hair gone. And keep it that way. Unfreeze."

       "Mugrh eruh maw.." Mr. Barker resumed his lecture as if nothing had happened and Charlie finished unbuttoning the shirt, finally able to give the man's beefy pecs a squeeze. Nathan, unlike Mason or Chris had a more dad-like body, that of a former body builder. He had extra padding, a little extra love to go around. "Yghe murph?"

     "I completely agree, Nathan." Charlie lied. Nathan smiled accordingly and went right back into his gagged mumbling. Charlie slid his hand deep and pulled the shirt of. Nathan moved only to allow him, then continued as if nothing happened. "Freeze."

     Nathan froze in place, one hand in air as he spoke. Charlie pulled the tie from his mouth, enjoying the wet mark the man left on it, and retightened it. Though Mr. Barker wasn't wearing his button down anymore, Charlie found his liked the look of just the tie over the bare chest.

      Mr. Barker had a thick beard of stubble across his strong jawline which he'd passed to his boys. Charlie liked the stubble, but thinking better of it he went to the bathroom, grabbed a razor, and shaved it off.

     A little bit of facial hair was handsome, but Mr. Barker had been cruel to him and he deserved embarrassment, so in the place of the real mustache, Charlie drew on a thick handlebar cartoon mustache with permanent marker. It added a silliness to the man that Charlie quite enjoyed. Following this, Charlie stood Nathan up and removed his pants in one go. He had to struggle them over the shoes, but he didn't care much. The man wouldn't need pants much longer.

     Once the pants were gone, Nathan was left with shoes, dress socks, underwear and a tie. Charlie posed him like a model in a few different positions and snapped pictures, to him that was a very good look.

      "Unfreeze." Mr. Barker popped into action, moving from his model position and looking at himself strangely, as if he didn't know how his limbs had gotten where they were.

     "That's strange. I thought my arm was..." the man trailed off. "Do you?"

     "What? Ask me anything. My lips are sealed."

      "Arph arph arph." Nathan barked and clapped his hands together. He let himself fall onto the floor and clapped his hands together again. Charlie was once again in stitches, laughing as the businessman crawled around on the floor, dragging his legs like fins. "Arph Arph."

     Charlie crinkled up a ball of paper, hoping it wasn't too important, and tossed it to the seal. Nathan batted it up with his nose a few times and got it to balance before clapping again.

     "Arph ar-"

     "Release."

      "Arph- wha... what am I doing?" Mr. Barker stood up in confusion and brushed off his invisible shirt. "What's going on?"

     "Nothing. Why don't you sit down, you seem stressed."

     "Yeah.. I-"

     "Freeze." Charlie commanded once the man had sat down. He had no interest in how he was feeling at the moment.

     Charlie moved over slowly, looking at his glossy mouth, open frozen in speech, then he rolled back the chair slightly, put Nathan's arms behind his head, and his big feet right on the desk with a satisfying thump of dead weight. Heavy weight.

     Somehow the sight of shiny black leather dress shoes up into argyle socks was even more tantalizing than Mason's athletic sneakers. Charlie crossed the man's feet, so he looked completely as if he was relaxing on a lounge chair. It was amazing.

      After snapping another photo, Charlie slowly removed the shoes and socks, stashing them away for later use. Nathan had big feet, not as big as Mason, but a respectable size twelve regardless. They were soft and sleek, with even more extra fat on them than Mason, and a decidedly thicker appearance. They omitted a different odor; cotton mixed with everyday sweat rather than a workout kind, but Charlie liked it the same. He dug his head into the soles and began licking as much as he could take in.

      Sucking on the toes of his abusive step dad was hot, but there was one thing even hotter.

     "Nathan, in a moment when you wake up, you're going to believe I've just set a delicious ice cream cone in your hand. You're going to give it a nice lick, and find it's the best tasting ice cream you've ever had in your life. Only one problem, every time I snap my fingers it gets hotter. You want the ice cream even more, but it starts melting, so you're going to have to lick faster. When I clap my hands, you'll realize what you're doing." Charlie commanded. Then he bent Nathan so the man was holding leg up, bent so his feet were near his mouth. He had the man wrap one had around his ankle like the cone.

       "Unfreeze."

      "- just haven't really been feeling my best lately... woah! Thanks son!" Nathan broke his earlier speech pattern, realizing what he was holding. "I was desperate for some dessert."

      With that Nathan took a huge lick from the bottom of his own foot to the tips of the toes, sure to get his tongue in every crevice.

      "Aw man this is amazing." Mr. Barker cried, licking again. "It's just incredible."

      "Is it now?" Charlie asked incredulously.

      "Yeah, come on try it, give it a lick. You've just got to try this." Mr. Barker held out his foot to Charlie as if he was offering the boy popcorn at a movie theatre, nothing registering on his face which bore an innocent smile.

      Charlie stood dumbfounded for a moment, then gingerly bent down and gave a timid lick. The man was right. It was fucking delicious.

     "It is good. A shame it's so hot in here." Charlie snapped.

     "Oh no!" Mr. Barker began licking faster, concentrating towards the base. "It's melting." Charlie snapped again and Nathan quickened his pace. Faster and faster till he was licking his foot raw at a feverish pace.

      Then Charlie clapped.

     "Aw!" Mr. Barker jumped away from his foot and his face turned to disgust. He began spitting and sputtering, grabbing anything and everything to wipe off his tongue.

      "Have a nice night, sir." Charlie chuckled.