Neil was driving their car to the “Lust Island” mansion estate, Chloe and Denise were sat in the back. Chloe had her best ‘on the pull’ dress covered by a thick coat Denise had insisted she wear.

Last night they had convinced him Chloe could convince this Brandon guy to put on the circlet and then Neil would simply tell him to let them move in. They had apparently planned all this themselves, this oddly unsettled Neil but he was glad they were getting along. They pulled up and Chloe got out.

“Now we wait here, if she doesn’t phone in 10 minutes you can go check on her.” Denise explained.

After a short time, the phone rang, Neil picked it up.

“It worked; he’s wearing the circlet but... but he’s acting really weird.”

“Hold on, I’m coming.” Neil shoved the phone into his pocket and stepped out, the crisp air biting at his face. He strode up the drive, gravel crunching under his boots, until he reached the front door. It hung ajar, revealing Chloe in the foyer, her arms crossed tightly. Beside her stood Brandon Collard—tall, tanned, with dark hair and shirtless, the circlet poorly placed on his head like some crooked crown. His hazel eyes locked onto Neil, bright with an odd, eager gleam.

“He put it on, and he’s going along with stuff,” Chloe said, edging toward the door. “But he’s not acting like we did. I dunno, you deal with it—I’ll wait in the car.” She brushed past Neil, her heels clicking as she retreated.

Brandon stepped forward, closing the gap with a grin that showed too many teeth. “Maaaate!” he boomed, throwing an arm around Neil’s shoulders and slapping his back hard enough to sting. “That bird with the nice tits said you’ve got some things to tell me.”

Neil stiffened, caught off guard. This wasn’t submission—not the dazed, pliant kind he’d seen in Denise or Chloe. “Before we start,” he said, easing out of Brandon’s grip, “you feeling okay? You don’t, uh, feel like calling me ‘master’ or anything?”

Brandon laughed, a deep, rolling sound. “That’s kinda odd, mate, but I’ll call you whatever as long as we’re good mates.” He leaned back against the wall, one shoulder dipping slightly, his grin open and relaxed, ready to follow Neil’s lead.  
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“Touch your nose,” Neil said quickly.

Immediately Brandon’s finger flew to his nose.

“He is being obedient alright…..”, Neil thought “I think I understand what’s going on”.  
“Mate, your place here is fantastic. You wouldn’t mind if my girls and I moved in right? but first I need to talk about a few rules….”  

Later, Neil pushed open the door to one of the mansion’s sprawling ensuite bedrooms, the scent of polished wood and fresh linen greeting him. “This is our room,” he said, ushering Denise inside. The space was cavernous—vaulted ceilings, a king-sized bed draped in silk, sunlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows onto a plush rug.

“And you're sure he’s safe?” Denise continued.  
“I’ve told him you two are off-limits,” Neil assured her, stepping closer. “He’ll treat us like good friends—nothing more.” He slid his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and guided her toward the bed. “Now, let’s christen this place.” His fingers deftly unhooked her bra, the fabric whispering as it fell away.

But Denise went cold and rummaged through their things for the circlet. “Neil, honey, I need you to do something for me”, she pulled out the circlet. “Put it on Chloe and undo what we did to her tits. I don’t trust her with it.”  
Neil was confused “What did you do to her tits?”  
“It doesn’t matter,” she snapped, her tone sharp enough to cut. “Just undo it, then we can get back to our new bed.” She stretched out on the mattress, her body a deliberate tease—legs parted slightly, shirt riding up to bare her toned stomach.

Frustrated, cockblocked, and horny, Neil stormed out back toward Chloe’s room. On his way he ran into Brandon. “Is everything alright mate? Your girls settling in ok? Can I get you anything?”

“Put this on,” Neil snapped, impatience clipping his words as he jammed the circlet onto Brandon’s head. The shift was instant—Brandon’s grin softened, his eyes locking onto Neil with a quiet intensity.  
“You’ll always tell me the truth, right, mate?” Neil asked, testing the waters.

“Sure, mate,” Brandon said, his tone earnest. “Why would I lie to a friend?”

“How you feeling about us being here?”

“Great, mate,” he replied, shifting his weight. “Kinda horny, though.”

Neil blinked. “Why?”

“Well, I’m not used to having birds in my house without fucking them.”  
“Why don’t you have a wank?”  
“I don’t do that.” Brandon said  
Shocked, Neil replied, “Well, take off the circlet and give it back to me and you will feel an uncontrollable urge to have a long satisfying wank for at least an hour.”  
He took the circlet off then hunched over a bit and with a shocked look on his face walked back into his room and shut the door.

Chloe’s room was smaller, tucked at the hall’s end. He didn’t knock—just pushed the door open. She stood topless before a full-length mirror, her reflection showing off those impossibly huge breasts. She gasped, spinning to face him, her arms flailing to cover herself. “Neil!”

“Chloe,” he said, holding up the circlet, “Denise wants me to use this to depower… your… tits… or something.” His voice faltered as his gaze locked onto her chest. His cock twitched, hardening fast, tenting his boxers. A fog rolled over his mind—those tits, round and perfect, drowned out everything else. What was he doing again?

Chloe arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, making them impossible to ignore. “Good. Look closer,” she purred, stepping toward him. “You feel your cock getting harder, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he murmured, his cock now fully erect in his boxers, eyes glued to her.

“You probably think I’m just a bimbo,” she continued, her tone low and coaxing, “but I’ve watched you. You act all tough, in charge, to impress girls, but part of you just wants to be led by your cock to whatever feels good.”

“Yes…” Was that true? He couldn’t tell—didn’t care.

She closed the distance, her hand slipping into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his shaft. She stroked slowly, “It’s true we gave my tits powers to hypnotize men. But you don’t want to depower them. You won’t let Denise depower them. You enjoy looking at them too much—don’t want them changed.”

Neil groaned, his hips bucking into her hand.

“Why would you?” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “You don’t believe a bimbo like me can manipulate you. I’m just here to make your cock feel good—and I do that very well, don’t I?”

“Yes…” he gasped, lost in the rhythm of her strokes.

“Exactly. You don’t want to give that up. My tits make this place so much more stimulating—you’d hate for me to leave. Besides, you’re in control. You can trust me to make you feel good.”

“So good…”

“Now,” she said, speeding up, “you’re gonna have an amazing, satisfying orgasm, then go back to your room. Tell Denise you’ve done what she asked and have a good, long sleep, dreaming of these tits.”

Her hand tightened, and Neil’s world exploded—pleasure crashing through him as he came, hot and messy, soaking his boxers. Chloe pulled back, wiping her hand on a towel, and slipped into a nightdress. The fabric dulled her curves, and Neil’s head cleared slightly. He grabbed her ass, pulling her into a brief, sloppy embrace. “That was great,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek. “So great having you around.” He stumbled out, legs shaky.

As he got closer to his room, more of his brain functions returned. *What am I going to tell Denise? She sent me to depower Chloe’s tits and instead I got a handjob. What does it matter? I’m in charge and I think Chloe’s great the way she is.*

“So did it work?” Ask Denise as Neil got into bed.

“Yeah, it worked fine.” Neil said lying down to sleep.

“Wait,” she said, sitting up. “Weren’t you gonna fuck me?”

“Sorry, babe, while Chloe was wearing the circlet I had her give me a blow job to speed the thing up, it was taking ages.” Neil lied.

“Oh OK” Denise turned around. But Neil was already blissfully fast asleep.

As she lay there annoyed and horny she was sure she could smell cum coming from Neil’s pants and hear masculine groans of pleasure coming from down the hall.