Charlie sat on the couch in the Barker family home. With newfound support from Mr. Barker, Charlie felt bold enough to spite Mason and spend time outside his room. Mason had yet to bother him, but if he ever did, Charlie could stop him before he went too far.

      Chris and Mason had a sensitive relationship due to Chris' disapproval of Mason's treatment of Charlie, but Mason and he could always seem to make  amends especially when they had something to gain.

     "A party?" Chris asked as he and Mason entered the room. They were having a conversation about some event Charlie wasn't invited to. "Dad would kill us."

     "Not if we get him out of the house." Mason countered. "Think about it, wouldn't you like to cut loose? You mentioned wanting to go all the way with your girlfriend, this could be the night."

     Chris grimaced. "I've been rethinking that. I don't know if I want to go through with it."

     Charlie smiled from behind his book.

     "Whatever pussy, I'm getting laid tonight." Mason shrugged with a devilish grin, and Charlie had a sudden desire to ensure that was true, though not in the way Mason wanted. "All you do is homework and stuff, wouldn't you like to spend the night and let go? It's Halloween!"

      "I suppose that would be nice." Chris scratched his chin thoughtfully. "But we'll never get rid of Dad."

     "I could." Charlie spoke up with newfound confidence, and both boys looked to him in shock.

     "You're not fucking invited, faggot." Mason crossed his arms over his chest, unknowing using a trigger word. He jumped up with a look of shock and rubbed his bottom tenderly.

     "Are you okay?" Charlie eyed him strangely.

     "I'm fine." Mason recrossed his arms stubbornly. "And that little twerp is not ruining our party."

     "Well I don't see you having any better idea, so the least we can do is hear him our. Charlie, what was your idea?"

      "I..." Charlie stammered nervously. "Freeze." He commanded, and both boys paused like statues; Mason with a defiant scowl and crossed arms, and Charlie with his head titled to the side to show he was listening. "Alright. In a moment when I restart time, I'm going to have just told you the best plan to get dad out of the house you've ever heard, and you're going to be so impressed that you let me come to your party." Charlie commanded.

     Both boys remained still, but he knew they heard and would do as he said. He eyed Mason one last time, then walked over and slipped his grey joggers down to his bare feet. He stepped back to admire his workmanship, then shrugged and slid Mason's underwear down to. The boys feet were tempting, but he decided to leave that alone, knowing there'd be more than enough time for that later.

     "Unfreeze."

     "Wow." Chris smiled. "That's good, kid."

     "Shit!" Mason looked down, realizing his whole dick was on display and grabbed his pants to pull them back up. "What the fuck?"

     Chris eyed him quizzically. His lack of reaction alerted Charlie that his command to be un-phased by seeing his brother naked had taken effect.

     "I suppose he can come, but don't fucking come anywhere near my friends, you hear?" Mason pointed a finger at him. "I don't want them knowing we're related."

     Oh. Charlie thought to himself. Don't worry. They won't.

     From there Charlie left the room to put his plan into action. Hypnosis made things way easier, not only could he just hypnotize Mr. Barker to do what he wanted, he didn't even have to come up with a valid excuse as to why Mr. Barker was doing it.

     Charlie made his way back to the office of the dignified business man, and entered quietly. Usually Nathan Barker would scowl and scream at Charlie not to bother him, but today he looked up with a kindly smile as if he was truly happy to see the boy.

      "Hey Charlie? How're you doing? I'm a little busy right now, but-"

     "Daddy boy." Charlie commanded, and Mr. Barker's head slumped into his desk. Charlie walked over and lifted his head back to get a better look at his face.

     Mr. Barker's stubble had remained shaved in what might have been embarrassing for a prideful man like him, and Charlie was glad to see that the marker drawn handlebar mustache still stood in perfect condition. He'd have to give Mason a matching one soon, he decided.

     Mr. Barker's desk was cluttered with various office supplies, and Charlie grabbed the nearby scissors and cut Nathan's probably expensive white shirt off. Beneath it, to Charlie's delight, was the perfectly smooth and shaved slightly bulbous chest of Mr. Barker. A perfect dad-bod to juxtapose Charlie's newfound jock edition.

     Charlie ran his hand over the man's chest enjoying the feeling of super smooth skin that only occurred when a person shaved after letting their hair grow out for a long time. Maybe Charlie'd have to get Mr. Barker having waxes to maintain his hairless physique; that sounded like a proper punishment.

      "Nod your head if you can hear me right now." Charlie commanded and Mr. Barker nodded. "Alright, I'm going to give you a new permanent command. Whenever you hear me say the name Derek, you're going to turn into a party loving college jock boy who loves to get drunk and have a good time. It'll be like you never aged, like you're still the ferocious teenager you once were. In this state, you'll feel sexy and amazing. You'll feel young and vibrant. You'll feel like a Barker boy. Strapping, cocky, and a little bit pigheaded. Nod your head if you understand."

     Nathan Barker nodded.

     "Finally, in this persona you will be hornier than you've ever been. Hornier than when you were in high school. You'll have the sex drive of a teenager, and the urge to bang anything that moves. Only problem is that you're only allowed to cum when I say you can." Charlie stalked around the man like a wolf eyeing its prey. The idea of Mr. Barker thinking he was a teenager was hot beyond belief to him. "When I say 'Mr. Barker' again, you'll go back to normal. Unfreeze."

     "I..." Mr. Barker paused and frowned. "I lost my train of thought, not sure what I was going to say... I'm pretty busy right now, but I can make time to talk if you want to-" Mr. Barker paused and looked at his shirt which was tattered and showing off his nipples. "What the-"

     "Derek!" Charlie commanded. Mr. Barker sat up straight as if he was inflated by a ballon, then a plastered goofy grin came to his face, and his posture fell back down to match that of a teenager. "Hey Derek, how's it going?"

     "Fucking good bro!" Derek exclaimed offering a fist bump which Charlie took. "But down to party, I gotta get some alcohol in me, dude."

     "I think that can be arranged." Charlie chuckled. "But first off, what the hell are you wearing?"

     Derek looked down at himself and grimaced in disgust.

     "Why the fuck am I dressed like a fucking business prick?" Derek asked scooting away from his desk.

     "I don't know." Charlie smiled. "Follow me, and we'll get you some better clothes, Derek."

     "Sick, thanks man." Derek patted his back.

     The boy and his stepdad walked from the office to a place where Charlie absolutely knew he could find endless amounts of Fuckboy clothing if he wanted it; Mason's bedroom. Derek was still dressed in black dress pants, socks, and shiny dress shoes, but his white shirt was tattered and hanging off his small gut.

     Charlie decided to poke his head in the room first. Mason sat on his bed with one leg crossed and sitting on his knee. The other sat flat. He'd removed his hat revealing beautiful brown curls, but otherwise, remained in the same outfit as before.

     "What the fuck are you doing in here?" Mason asked upon looking up to see Charlie.

     "Mason, freeze." Charlie said carefully, avoiding accidentally commanding Derek who maintained the same instructions. Mason froze in place, the same angry look on his face.

     "Alright, you can come in." Charlie called to Derek, who strolled in like he owned the place, which he actually did, and paying no mind to his timestopped son.

     "This is the joint?" Derek asked.

     "Yes. We'll find much better clothes here." Charlie stated, hoping Mason's clothes would fit the slightly bigger but shorter man.

      Charlie dug through a drawer filled with T-shirts looking for something for Derek to wear. As he looked through he threw clothing around the already messy room just to spite Mason. A pair of underwear somehow found their way through the air and onto Mason's head, and Charlie felt as if he'd just made a winning basket at a championship game.

     After a while of looking and throwing, he managed to come up with a pair of tiny shorts he thought would be funny. They were lime green and he'd never in his life seen Mason wear them. To pair with that he decided on just a black short-sleeve button down, black Nike socks, but he hadn't figured out what to do for shoes.

     "Here you go." Charlie held the clothing to Derek interrupting him as he shook a pencil in front of Mason's immobile face.

     "Thanks dude..." Derek held up the tiny shorts with a frown. "Are you serious with these man?"

     "It's the style."

     "I don't know about that." Derek looked at the pants as if they were scary.

     "Just try them on."

     "Well I'm not just going to drop trou right in front of you."

     "Freeze." Charlie commanded, almost annoyed the man thought he had a choice. Then he reached down and in one swoop pulled off Mr. Barker's dress pants. He struggled with the weight of the man, and lumped him over onto the bed so he could better slide the pants off.

     Mr. Barker's dress shoes came off first, and Charlie savored the sophisticated smell of Italian leather. Then he pulled off the man's pants all the way, and slid his underwear down to follow.

     Charlie assumed Mason would be upset if he knew his fathers penis was right on his bedspread, but that just made it even better. Mr. Barker was stiff, and Charlie quickly removed the rest of his clothes. He then stood the man up again and posed him like a model with a million dollar smile. He looked beautiful.

     Charlie lifted one magical foot up followed by the other and slid the shorts up the man's legs neglecting underwear. Shorts were a must as any pants would be too long on Nathan. Still, the green shorts were old, perhaps from the beginning of Mason's time in high school, and almost fit Derek like booty shorts.

     Next came the shirt, which Charlie decided to leave unbuttoned, and the socks which he wished he didn't have to use. That only left the shoes. Mason had a small collection of slides, Birkenstocks, Nike high tops, and a few pairs of boots, but they would be too big on Mr. Barker. Charlie decided Chris would have to be the donor and left only to come back with a pair of vans Charlie liked on Chris.

     He completed Derek's look with a pair of sunglasses Mason would be angry about when he realized were gone, and a douchy middle part as was the style. Mr. Barker looked a little awkward, his stomach though still toned hung out a little over his pants, and his face wasn't that of a teenager, but Charlie thought the man looked sexy, and that was enough.

     "When you come to, you'll love your new outfit that you chose for yourself, then you'll go to the store and buy us some beer for the party. Unfreeze, Derek."

     "Aw man, I look sick!" Derek exclaimed, checking himself out in Mason's mirror. "I'm glad I picked this out instead of that faggy outfit you wanted. No offense, but can you picture me in shorts like that?" Derek asked, his entire thighs hanging out of his pants.

     "Nah I can't." Charlie smiled.

     "Anyway. I'm gonna take my fake..." Derek flashed Mr. Barker's ID card, "and go get us some beer. See ya dude."

     "See ya." Charlie greeted. He stood in the room an extra moment, then turned  and let his eyes fall on Mason. The boy still liked angry, but most of his face was obstructed by his own underwear which he no longer even bothered to wear.

     Charlie snuck up and grabbed Mason's phone, though it was locked.

     "Tell me your password." Charlie commanded.

     "1234."

      "Damn jocks." Charlie chuckled, but the password worked. Open on Mason's phone was a tinder page showing more matches than anyone had any business having. Charlie looked Mason up and down. No wonder he had so many matches, if he had been gay he'd have a million matches just for existing.

     Charlie smiled at the awful idea and stormed to the App Store. There he downloaded the forbidden Grindr for his big bro.

     Charlie had more than a few pictures of Mason in sexy positions, so the profile was formed in no time. All Charlie had to do was give a few final suggestions.

     "When you awaken you'll think you're still on Tinder swiping through girls, but instead you'll be on Grinder and you'll say yes to everyone. If anyone wants to do anything with you you'll go into autopilot, make the arrangements, then do the deed, wake up and remember it with horrible embarrassment. Since you can't cum without my permission, you'll find you now have this need and craving to get fucked hard in the ass. Do you understand?"

     "Yes."

     "Good, well then get your ass ready for this party. Unfreeze."

....

     "Get the fuck-" Mason snapped back into action before realizing he had underwear on his head. When he saw he threw them off immediately. "What are you doing in here? Get out!" Mason commanded, recovering from his embarrassment quickly.

     Not needing to be told twice Charlie left the room. At the end of the hallway he saw Chris walking and the blonde boy smiled and waved to him.

     "Hey." Charlie greeted once the boy made his way down the hallway. "How's it going?"

     "Good, I was just running to grab my keys, so I can grab some stuff for the party."

     "Oh... do you mind if I come with?" Charlie asked, Chris' brow furrowed in confusion as to why anyone would want to accompany him on the mundane task, but shrugged regardless.

     "If you want." The two boys piled into Chris' car and made their way to the supermarket. Charlie walked slightly behind Chris and had to keep reminding himself not to stare at his brother's ass. "What's up?"

     "What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

      "You're staring at me." Chris smiled lightheartedly. "Have I got something stuck to my shirt or a tag or anything?"

     "No." Charlie chuckled, tossing a box of assorted chips into the cart. "I'm just looking at the options."

     "Sure."

      After the supermarket the boys walked slowly through the parking lot. Charlie opened the trunk, but his mind was still deep in thought. He'd never been to a college Halloween party, so he wasn't actually sure of the etiquette. How did one behave? Did he need a costume? He didn't have one if so.

     "Hey Chris?"

     "Yeah?"

      "Are you wearing a costume to the party?" Charlie asked, putting some of the bags into the trunk.

      "Nah. I guess you could if you wanted to, but most people won't." Chris explained.

      "Will Mason?"

      "Not a chance." Chris laughed. "He won't be caught dead in a costume. Or should I say un-dead!" He joked.

     "Do me a favor before we leave, Chris." Charlie said as Chris started the car, but before he shifted the gear.

     "Sure?"

     "Freeze!" Charlie commanded, and Chris' face froze in the expectant manner it was already in. Charlie nearly smiled to himself, glad to now be able to mold the world to his will. "Alright Chris, when you awaken you will have a great desire to wear a costume tonight. You'll think it's perfectly natural and completely normal. You'll want to pick one out for Mason too, because you'll remember he loves Halloween too. In a moment, you'll drive us to the nearest Halloween supply store. Unfreeze!"

      "What was the favor?" Chris asked.

      "Oh nothing." Charlie smiled. "Where to next?"

      "Do you mind if we stop by the Halloween store? I think I might want to grab a costume after all." Chris asked. Charlie could not have been more receptive and nodded. They peeped out of the parking lot, and within minutes had arrived at a store mostly picked over from the proximity to Halloween. "Aw man! All the cool costumes are gonna be gone." Chris complained much like a child.

     Charlie smiled at him endearingly. It was true that most of the big name marvel superheroes and the like were gone, but looking around he was sure they could find something sexy for Chris to wear.

      "Why don't you look around a little bit?" Charlie suggested, and Chris obeyed. In his absence, Charlie began the rest of his search. He wanted something for himself, something simple and classy, and something utterly humiliating for Mason to wear with pride.

      For himself he discovered a simple vampire costume; just a cape and teeth, but with the lore of Vampire's including compulsion, it seemed fitting. For Mason on the other hand, he decided on a rainbow unicorn costume that he thought was perfectly Queen. The costume, designed to be sexy, included two rainbow suspenders meant to be worn without a shirt, a white hat with a rainbow Mohawk down the back, a pair of white shorts, and rainbow leg warmers. It was perfect. Horrible, but perfect.

      After his discoveries he made his way back to Chris. The boy had a pirate costume in one hand and a werewolf in the other.

     "Oh hey." Chris greeted upon seeing him. "Which do you prefer?" He held up the two packets. Neither was particularly appealing to Charlie and he frowned accordingly.

       "Freeze." Charlie commanded again, and quickly looked around for a costume that might be better suited. He could find none. He briefly thought about leaving the frozen Charlie alone, but thought better of it when a family almost came down the aisle before last minute pivoting.

      Looking at Chris holding up the two packages gave Charlie an idea, and he quickly turned the boy the face out, and pushed him to the end of the aisle. There he held the boys two arms up like he was suggesting them, then grabbed a long pink wig, blue sunglasses, and a steampunk looking top hat and dressed up his brother in the selections. There he looked like a funky Halloween mannequin holding two popular costumes for promotion.

      Like that Charlie was confident to leave for a moment and went away to inspect the rest of the store. With his blonde hair and jawline, Charlie suspected that Chris would make a perfect captain America, but could find no such costume so close to the end of the season. As he stalked up and down the aisle something glinted and caught his eye. Towards the back of the shelf sat a Spartan warrior costume just in Chris' size, and Charlie snatched it up.

       It was better than he ever could have dreamed, Charlie decided looking at the picture. The costume contained a chest plate with defined abs, a feather tufted helmet, a long sword, and a chested shield. Charlie was in heaven. Not only did the costume mean that Chris would have to wear a skirt, as there was a red tunic like piece inside to be worn, but better yet he could have his beautiful majestic feet on display the whole night and ripe for the taking. The shoes were sold separately, but that was one small price to pay for looking that damn sexy.

      Charlie found his way over to the shoes and grabbed the affiliated gladiator sandals. The model in the picture looked sexy; Chris would look infinitely better with his massive size twelves, defined from workouts and such.

      Back at the aisle Chris had been left relatively as he was, aside from one of the two costumes being removed from his hand, and Charlie dragged him back to his spot, removed his additions, putting them back save for the pink wig which he decided was Mason bound, and rectified him to his original position.

     "Unfreeze." Charlie commanded, and Chris bounced into action. He shook as of a chill or a spider had pressed his neck, and eyed his hand strangely. A second ago there had been a second costume in his hand, now there was only one.

     "That's funny..." Chris scratched his head. "I thought I had a second option. I suppose this-"

      "What about this?" Charlie held out the gladiator costume to his brother. "I like this one."

     "You do?" Chris eyes him incredulously.

     "Yeah." Charlie repeated, feeling a sudden urge to justify himself. "I think it's really cool. Way cooler than some stupid pirate."

     "You do?" Chris asked again. He took the costume into his hand and eyes it more carefully. "You don't think it's dorky? You know with the skirt and all?"

     "It's not a skirt, it's a toga." Charlie tutted. "And not at all. I think it's very cool."

     "Alright, well... I trust you." Chris smiled and took the costume into his hands, setting the pirate aside. "Ready to go?" Chris asked eyeing the large pile in Charlie's hands.

     "In just a second!" Charlie reached over and plucked a simple chicken costume from the rack behind Chris. He wanted to make sure that Derek didn't feel left out. "I'm ready now."

     After an inquiry from Chris as to how they were going to afford it, Charlie froze the boy again and swiped his emergency credit card. Now that Mr. Barker was completely under his control, he didn't need to worry about spending the man's money, or getting Chris in trouble.

       Back at the house, Mr. Barker was parading around in his new like green booty shorts, showing off for all to see, as they walked in. Mason was still upstairs in his room being lazy, generally unhelpful, and probably swiping through the men he would later get hardcore fucked by on Tinder.

     "Sup C-dogs!" Derek called as the entered the house. Chris' face contorted in confusion.

      "Dad?" He asked. Charlie acted fast at this.

      "Mr. Barker's probably just messing around, why don't you run upstairs and get ready for the party." Charlie urged. Reluctantly, and with one final look of confusion at his father, Chris disappeared into the hall. He hadn't wanted to do that, it seemed, but he'd done it because Charlie commanded him. Charlie hadn't really imbedded any suggestions of the like, but it appeared that the more hypnotized the boys became, the more subservient to Charlie they were in any phase.

      Perhaps it would be easier to just hypnotize the boys to believe shy random explanation he gave them about anything, but their confused faces, to Charlie at least, were far more rewarding than ease and convenience.

      "What's his deal?" Derek asked.
   
       "Nothing. Here." Charlie handed him the chicken costume from the bag.

      "What's this?" Derek asked in disgust.

       "It's a Halloween costume."

       "I am not wearing this." Derek said firmly. "I'll look like an idiot. How am I meant to score any girls looking like this?" He asked, pointing to the picture on the front of the bag.

      "Freeze." Charlie commanded, and the boy froze mid point. "You think this costume is super sexy and cool. You really want to wear it, and you'll go upstairs and try it on straight away. In it, you'll feel fucking amazing, confident, and like you're the sexiest man in the world. Unfreeze."

      "I mean it's ridic-" Derek paused and looked at the picture again. "Actually... I mean, maybe it is quite cool... I think, you know I think I could pull it off. Let me just run upstairs and change." Derek's whole demeanor shifted and he darted back upstairs. Charlie smiled at the small triumph.

         He himself then wandered upstairs. There was nearly an hour left before the party, so he decided it was high time he changed into a costume of his own. In his room he decided the under his vampire cape he'd wear a simple black shirt, and black jeans. He took a look at himself in the mirror, and was pleased with what he saw. In all black, and with a hint of red from the underside of the cape, he looked really cool.

     "Charlie?" A voice called from the hall. Charlie frowned and looked up, then walked out.

     "Yeah?"

      "Could you help me a minute?" The voice asked, and Charlie knew it to be Chris. When he entered the bedroom he could have screamed in frustration. There was Chris, wearing his Gladiator costume, but with sweatpants and socks underneath. He was on hands and knees digging through his closet for something.

      "I'm here."

      "Oh." Was Chris' simple reply, but he offered such a kindly smile that all his direct previous transgressions were momentarily forgotten, and Charlie fancied himself weak in the knees. "I'm looking for my maroon vans, have you seen them?" He asked, and Charlie grimaced.

     He had nothing against vans, but on the perfect costume he'd selected for the object of his greatest affection, vans were no substitute for gladiator sandals. Not even close. Charlie also knew that the vans in question were currently being borrowed by Mr. Barker for his Derek costume, and not at Chris' direct disposal.

     "I haven't seen them." Charlie lied. "Was that what you wanted to ask me?"

      "No," Chris smiled sheepishly, looking down at himself in mortification. "I feel really stupid, I want to take this off." He petitioned earnestly. "What do you think?"

      "I think-" Charlie trailed off. What did he think? He thought the boy did look stupid with sweat pants under his skirt, and no helmet on his head. "Why'd you decide to wear sweatpants.

      "I-" Chris colored in a way that Charlie'd never seen before. "I didn't want to be seen in a skirt, I was so embarrassed."

        "I think you should ditch the pants. They're dorky. The costumes, cool, but the pants are dorky."

      "Really?" Charlie frowned, and fiddled with his thumbs. "But I'll feel so exposed."

      "Well... I think once you get them off you'll see that I'm right." Charlie concluded.

      Chris looked from side to side in mortification. Then slowly reached down and slid his grey sweatpants down from under the burgundy skirt. He revealed perfectly sculpted and defined chiseled legs all the way up to mid-thigh where the costumes skirt sat a little high on his tall frame.  It was a sight to behold, and much better than the stupid pants, though lack of pants was always better on Chris, in Charlie's opinion.

      "I don't know, I still feel uncomf-"

      "Freeze." Charlie commanded, and Chris' unsure look froze on his concerned face. Charlie in a moment of weakness went up and kissed his cheek, unable to hold back any longer. Practically making the boy fuck his brother had been worse, but still Charlie didn't want to just kiss him again on the lips without consent.

      Charlie leaned down and lifted up the skirt bottom. Chris underneath had a thick pair of blue and white boxers, not even Halloween ones to serve as a cute surprise. He must have been extremely nervous about the costume, Charlie surmised, because he hadn't been wearing underwear as of late, but he must have wanted an extra layer. Charlie tutted and shook his head. Gladiators did not wear underwear. With that revelation he slid the boxers down until the sat on top of Chris' pants at his ankles. Chris' energetic dick popped into Charlie's face, and his breath hitched. He longer to give the boy a handsome reward for his cooperation, but decided against it. Instead he only gave a small kiss to the head which puckered in response. Any further would be getting distracted.

      Charlie let Chris' skirt fall down over his penis. It was just long enough to cover his massive dick, and Charlie stepped back to behold him. Without pants it was better, but the masterpiece, the crown jewel, the cream of cream for the costume was the sandals; they were an essential part.

      "In a moment when you wake up...." Charlie addresses Chris' still concerned but flaccid face. "You'll find I was right. Without pants you no longer feel dorky. Nor do you feel exposed or anything else. You feel amazing. You feel cool. You feel sexy. But, something's missing. You're going to look around and ask me what it is. When I tell you, you'll do as I say with hesitation and then realize that each costume piece you add only makes you feel sexier, and hornier, and cooler. By the end of it you'll feel like a gladiator, galant and amazing. Unfreeze."

      "-ortable." Chris finished with a frown, then looked down at himself in confusion. The boy scratched the back of his neck, then looked at himself in his full length mirror. "I- I... maybe you were right... I do feel a little cooler."

      "See! There you go!"

      "Yeah... I actually feel really good! Do I- I mean do you think- do I look really good?" Chris asked.

      "You look amazing!"

       "I feel amazing..." Chris whispered. He looked at himself in the mirror and to Charlie's surprise at the humble boy, flexed like a gladiator and gave a menacing glare like he was ready for battle. "I look swoll." Chris struck another pose, then swung from side to side slightly as if testing the security of the skirt. In the motion, the tip of his dick flashed below the hem-line, but Chris payed it no mind and reasoned the costume was secure. "I thought I'd feel girly in a skirt... but I feel like... really manly... I feel really awesome, but I think something might be missing... "

      "Of course." Charlie smiled. "You're missing your epic gladiator sandals." He gestured to Chris' nerdy white socks. "A gladiator can't wear socks, dude."

      "I don't know... it's not really sandal season, and I kinda hate being barefoot in public. Plus those look really uncomfortable and I thought my feet might get cold." Chris explained.

      "I don't think you will. I think when you get them on, you'll feel so much more like an awesome Roman soldier, that it won't matter. I think you'll feel amazing once you wear them."

      "I guess." Chris begrudgingly opened the separate package. He held the sandals in his hand, looking at them in disgust, then he sat down, removed his socks, and slipped his feet into them.

       Charlie was slack jawed watching the boy remove his socks like nothing. His masculine feet, more delicious looking then ever before, were practically begging for a pair of warrior sandals. Chris' second toe was even slightly longer than his big toe like the statues, and with the large arch in his foot, and the sheer size of them it was one of the great wonders of the world in Charlie's eyes. The sandals themselves were very cheaply made, being merely a piece of thin leather that would protect his feet from nothing, straps across the front, a small loop for the boy's toe, and more straps that would tie up the boys shin. Cheap as they were, the got the job done, though Charlie knew why the boy thought they would be uncomfortable, and didn't envy him for having to wear them the whole night.

      "There." Chris stood up, his sexy costume now punctuated with even sexier feet. In the shoes his feet were somehow enhanced. The arch more pronounced, the length from the side elongated by the stupid thin piece of leather underneath. And his toe made all the bigger by being shackled at the base. The straps then entwined up his muscular calves. The breakup between his legs and feet by the line of brown leather actually made both parts appear bigger, and Charlie understood why the gladiators might endeavor to wear them. "These are actually... these are really comfy. I might have to start wearing them regularly. They feel amazing..." Chris trailed off.

      "You think so? You know I value your opinion, and I was unsure, but..." he looked at himself in the mirror again. "But I feel epic... I feel amazing." Chris' penis hardened as he looked at himself and graced the world with its presence again below the skirt. He hoped nobody would notice, especially with the horny command making Chris hard all night, but also he kind hoped everyone would notice. He wanted to parade Chris, his capture, his triumph around, and since the boy couldn't have sex that night he really was just for Charlie, as much as the other girls might want him.

      "Well you look great... except..." Charlie trailed off.

      "Except?"

      "What's left in that bag?" Charlie asked pointing to the still semi-full costume bag.

      "Just some extra pieces." Chris shooed.

      "No such things. Costumes are made by little details." Charlie explained. Still in the bag were two leather wrist cuffs that Charlie knew Chris just had to wear. "See! Look at these? You were gonna go without these?"

     "I guess." Chris frowned, taking the cuffs and sliding them, with some difficulty, over his massive hands. They, like the sandals accentuated the size and girth of the boys hands, making them look massive and powerful like a warrior. "But I gotta admit these are pretty cool."

      "That's the spirit! And what's a gladiator without a sword or a shield?" Charlie asked.

      "I guess nothing much?" Charlie scratched his chin, then took the two pieces and held them menacingly in his hands. "You're right. These are really cool."

     "And one final piece." Charlie walked over carrying the helmet in his hands. It had three faux metal pieces that came down, one for each cheek, and one that went down to about his nose. On the back was a collection of dark red feathers to match the skirt. "Just to finish it all off."

     Charlie walked up and slowly pulled the helmet over Chris' blonde hair. The boy watched him silently as he did so, eyes flicking down. Chris felt strange as he stood there, and he wasn't really sure why. Having Charlie's arms practically around his neck as he put a helmet over his head was a new sensation.

      "Perfect." Charlie nodded. Chris smiled bashfully, then a thin coating of pink dusted his cheeks, and he coughed and looked away.

     "So we're all set now?" Chris asked looking down at himself. "Because I feel amazing and I'm not sure what else I could add."

      "One more thing." Charlie fished in his pocket and pulled out Chris' ring from a few days ago, offering it out to the boy.

     "I was looking for this, where'd you find it?"

      Charlie wanted to say knee deep in Mason's ass, but he stopped himself. "You have it to me to hold on to and I forgot to return it."

      "Oh thanks!" Chris grinned, taking the ring and sliding it on his finger. Charlie wasn't sure why, but he liked when men wore a few rings.

      "Alright. Let me get a picture of you looking all gladiator-y."

      "Wait." Chris paused. "I can get Mason and have him take one with both of us together?"

      "Later, I want one of just you since your costume is so epic."

      "Sure." Chris agreed easily despite disliking having his picture taken alone, proving he really did think his costume was epic.

      "1, 2, 3..." Charlie counted and Chris gave a muscle man warrior pose with his shield in front of his chest plate. "Say Freeze!" The camera flashed and Chris remained frozen with his brilliant smile gleaming.

      Charlie smiled and walked and placed his phone back in his pocket. Still, Chris strayed not from his spot. In taking the opportunity and the still ample time they had prior to any guests arriving, Charlie indulged himself in worshiping Chris as such an outfit deserved. The boy had his shield held up against his chest in a flexed arm, and the other holding up his sword. He was crouched slightly and his smile was one of challenge and gallantry that would befit a warrior cocky in his own ambition fighting for the had of a princess.

     Charlie ran his hand over Chris' muscled arm enjoying the feeling of soft hairless skin below. Charlie thought he might never have felt anything before to excite such pleasure in his. He turned his attention to the arm holding the sword and began to give that the same treatment as well. He felt up as high as he could reach, before digging his nose into the boy's armpits an lapping up the scents that lay within. Chris, a good little statue, didn't move an inch.

      Charlie began pumping his hands up Chris' outstretched arm, adding to it more force. It was as if he was trying to jerk then off, pushing, stroking, adjusting. He took the sword from the boy's hands and leaned it against his leg. There he could use Charlie hand for other things, a pose of war or a lovers touch. He brushed himself with Chris, making Chris appear to be courting him with his cocky smile.

     Chris hands were big, but very soft, and Charlie liked the feeling as he examined one in his hand. He liked the deep indents, and soft pads of his fingers. He like squishing his hand together and rubbing his fingers over the supple creases that formed. He had never examined nor held the boys hand so closely before, and was impressed with proper nail care and the use of gloves to prevent callouses. Chris' hand, like the rest of him, was perfectly untouched.

      Charlie knew Chris would only ever indulge him with one photo, one glorious photo of him alone immortalized in his beauty, so he took it upon himself to create several more poses so he might have his own variety of photos without upsetting the boy. He was fighting, grinning, crossing his arms. Chris was looking down at someone with a smirk that suggested he was better than them, then smiling with a great love in his eyes. Charlie arranged his face in a bitter scowl and yell that might have been something of a Spartan war cry and snapped a picture.

      Never had Chris seemed so angry before, but in any emotion he was gorgeous. Charlie stroked the boys strong chin, played with his adorable button nose, and pulled at his perfect ears. He turned his attention back to his legs. In such a state, Chris deserved to be worshipped. With such an outfit, a face, an air about him, he deserved nothing short of adoration.

      Charlie then moved down to the legs poking beautifully from under a red skirt. They appeared to have been carved from stone as they stood there culminating in the beauty of large feet. Charlie was weak at the sight and began to run his hands up and down them much in the same way as his arms. He was too overcome emotion, frenzied with lust, and wrought with love. He found himself wrapping his legs around one of Chris', his arms to and practically humping the hairless leg like a dog. He reached up under the skirt and grabbed a fistful of Chris' ass to squeeze in his fist. He buried his face in the boys thigh, letting the skirt fall about his head. He was in ecstasy.

      Charlie then moved down to Chris' feet. He played with his toes, scrunched them up, and stretched them out. He ran his tongue over their tops, taking in the taste of a different area and persisted more. It was delicious and such definite and Greek feet in the sandals was a glory he'd never seen before. He pushed his fingers between each of Chris' toes, stretching them apart.

     Then, Chris' dick which was hard the whole time, frozen the entire time in that state, bumped into his head and he turned to face it with his face glowing in anticipation. Chris was so hard, and Charlie's command that he would need to relieve himself by the end of the night regardless, so what was the time in Charlie doing it for him? It was a necessity regardless. Chris would get no action from girls that night, so why not relieve some of the pressure?

      Charlie licked the tip and it jumped in approval. All the urging he needed, Charlie pushed the rest of the massive dick, the longest thorn of the Barker bushel, into his mouth with a rush of joy he hadn't thought possibly. Charlie downed as much as he could, only able to fit part of it into his mouth, only able to make his way about half down the shaft. Still it thumped at the back of his throat as he found himself in a quick ingentle rhythm.

      Looking up still full of Chris, he saw the rest of the boy, arm flexed to show off his muscles and frozen face a bold smile just as he'd left him he continued with renewed vigor. Chris was so hard it must have hurt at that point. Charlie took ever more as he could and quickened his face. Chris moved not a muscle, and finally in an eruption of pleasure emptied himself into Charlie's open mouth, contents spilling down the boys face and chin. Charlie released Chris from his mouth and placed a kiss on the wet head. It still pumped slowly, emoting more, dribbling down the boy's legs.

     Charlie wiped his face on his black sleeve. He thought about cleaning off Chris, but decided against it, and simply lowered his skirt to cover again leaving all wetness to dry. Chris face remained smiling and perfect, and Charlie considered smudging some of the access onto his face, or demanding he eat his own seed, but decided against it. They had time, but not that much time.

       A knock came at the door and Charlie looked to Chris, and shoved the still posing boy into the closet, without bothering to unfreeze him.

     "Yeah?"

     "Charlie, what the fuck are you doing in Chris' room?" Mason asked, bursting into the room.

       "I was...." Charlie stammered, eyeing the frozen Chris still posing in the closet. Thankfully he was out of Mason's eyesight. "I was bringing him his costume. I grabbed you one too."

      Charlie tossed Mason the pink bag, and he stared at it horribly as if it might kill him. Charlie gathered it wasn't what the boy would have chose for himself.

     "I'm not wearing a fucking costume, and definitely not something as faggy as this." Mason exclaimed before a familiar sensation entered him, and his face etched it pain an pleasure. Somehow he had not been persuaded to no longer use that word.

     "Oh?" Charlie smiled. "I think you will wear it."

    "Why the fuck are you-"

     "FREEZE." Charlie commanded, and again Mason was paused with a look of great anger on his face. Charlie approached him and looked his outfit up and down. He wore a white t-shirt with a cross necklace, a grey plaid soft flannel, black pants that stopped at the ankles, white crew socks, and white high top sneakers with black Nike logos. He wasn't wearing any hat, an uncommon sight for Mason, and his prized 'flow' curled beautifully away from his face in a middle part. Whatever the occasion it was a good outfit, but Charlie reason and he affectionately stroked the boy's hair, not good enough for a Halloween party.

     Mason had to be frozen, as he would never wear the costume willingly, but Charlie was actually looking forward to dressing him up like a doll. He made fast work of the undressing, having Mason in his underwear in no time, his clothes in a pile on the floor. Ok that specific day Mason had elected to wear his thong, and Charlie slapped his exposed butt cheek with fervor. He turned Mason's face to a smile, bent his arms at the elbow, and positioned him so he looked like an undressed ken doll, a favorite icon of Charlie's imagination. Charlie then freed the costume from its pouch with a small smile. Mason looked so wonderful naked he wondered that he might have that be his costume, but in the last second he decided against it.

      Charlie lifted each of Mason's giant feet and pulled the white shorts on. The got caught at his massive things, and Charlie pulled harder and ripped them until giving Mason an accidental wedgie. The shorts fit the boy as intended, so short that the bottom of his butt cheeks hung just below the seam. In the front they were so small that they barely covered the tops of his thighs. Next Charlie pulled the suspenders over his head, and rather than clipping them to the top of the shorts, clipped them to the exposed top of the pink thong which could be seen a top his waistband. This only increased the sensation of a wedgie Mason must have been feeling.
     Then Charlie slid on the leg warmers, and pushed Mason's hair back to get the long pink wig on. It lay in humorous waves down his broad shoulders. Next, Charlie added the white hat with the rainbow mane. It was the perfect completion for the look he was wearing, as well as the perfect way for Charlie to out his brother, as his brother had so often attempted to do for him.

     Charlie began stimulating Mason's nipples, prodding, and playing with them until they grew big and pink. He took one into his mouth and bit down hard, but no response was given.

      To complete the costume, Charlie pushed Mason down into his desk chair, and shut his eyes and mouth to a peaceful serene expression. From there he got out a a large eyeshadow palate he had bought but been too afraid to wear, and began to give Mason a rainbow eyeshadow look. The boy looked absolutely gay with the look, and his face suggested he enjoyed it. Charlie knelt down and placed a kiss to the boys lips. He used his own tongue to forge an opening in Mason mouth, then entwined the two together mixing their saliva. Mason of course offered no resistance.

     Still in his chair, Charlie looked around for a pair of shoes Mason might wear, but could find none. Mason wore a size 14 shoe, and nobody else in the house could fit him. That, and Mason didn't have any rainbow shoes to offer. Charlie resolved the boy could simply wear his white shoes from before and put them on Mason without socks, much in the manner of a prince dressing a princess with a glass slipper. He kissed Mason's feet goodbye before hiding them away.

     "Mason, in a moment when you unfreeze you're going to be utterly humiliated by your costume, but unable to take it off. You won't be so embarrassed as to not go to the party, but you will be embarrassed. Unfreeze."

     "Wha-" came the sound from the closet, as Chris came to and had no idea where he was. He stumbled from the closet and looked around in confusion.

     "What the fuck am I wearing?" Mason asked, standing up. Unfortunately his pants caught on the back of his chair and stretched his wedgie worse. "Ah." He grumbled, attempting to pull it out, but found he couldn't. "Why the fuck can't I take this off?" He pulled at the wig but found it was stuck.

     "Dude, that's your costume?"

     "No!" Mason snapped at Chris. "It's not. I can't be fucking seen in front of my friends in this gay ass shit!"

      "Are you wearing makeup?"

      "Are you wearing a skirt?"