Jamie - 21 yr old Little Brother

This story will be a sort of fanfic of my version of DrossArt's soft boi Jamie. All Links NSFW.

The protagonist of this thread won't be Jamie himself though Jamie will certainly be the star of the show. Nothing about this thread is official or canon or in any way sanctioned by DrossArt. Outside of the appearance this is entirely my version of the character presented in my usual twisted and fucked up way. Expect brother-brother ****, ****, a very feminine man and (obviously) it will be super gay.

On with the story.

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This had to be the lamest birthday party for a 21 year old man in the history of such things, not that the guest of honor was complaining. My baby brother Jamie sat across the table from me, flanked on either side by Mom and Dad, with that blushing smile of his. He always smiled like that when any attention was paid to him.

The room my parents had rented for the event was way too big. Twelve of us sat at two large round tables in a space that could have held ten times that many. Nine of us were close family and the remaining three were some friends of Jamie's. The first part of the night consisted of playing stupid party games and just generally hanging out. Our grandma droned on and on about how proud she was of Jamie and regaled anyone who would listen with stories of his childhood. The whole thing so far was terrible. We had just finished a few rounds of karaoke, which had been cringy as fuck, and were settling down for the cake followed by the highlight of the night, some hack hypnotist my father had found on the internet.

God, my little brother deserved so much better this weak ass party. He was turning 21 for fuck sake. He was a man now. He deserved better than balloons and cake. I tried to convince him to let me take him out to the bar or even a strip club. I wanted to get him fucked up and maybe even laid. But he wasn't comfortable with any of that and politely declined. I tried to press the issue but once our parents heard of my plan they both freaked out at the prospect of their precious baby boy doing anything so risky.

Our parents coddling of him combined with his excessively shy demeanor was holding him back from his true potential. Jamie could have it all if he just asserted himself. He was cute as a button, an absolute sweetheart of a boy, and the smartest person I knew. Unlike me, who took after our large rugged father, Jamie was the spitting image of our mother. Petite, slender, smooth healthy skin, bright red hair and brilliant unique turquoise eyes. Today he wore his favorite baby blue t shirt which made his incredible eyes pop even more. Even his delicate facial features and gentle voice were eerily similar to hers. While far from the classic masculine standard of handsome he was a stunner in his own soft way. He turned heads wherever he went though he seemed oblivious to the effect he had on people.

We were quite the odd pair he and I. While I was only two years older than him the difference looked greater due to our height and size difference. I stood exactly one foot and two and a half inches taller than him at six foot four and easily had a hundred lean and muscled pounds on him. My hair was dark and my chiseled square jawed features were as different from his effeminate appearance as was possible. Our interests and personalities were incredibly disparate as well. I worked construction for Dad's company. My hobbies were boxing, jiu-jitsu, and rock climbing. He was killing it in university. He was much more of a homebody and liked video games, reading, and watching movies. He was smart and I, not so much. He also had a certain...femininity about him beyond his looks. My mother had wanted a daughter but fate denied her one, Jamie ended up being her outlet for girlish activities just as I had been Dad's outlet for more manly things. It's not that he wore a dress or makeup or anything obvious like that. It's hard to describe, he just exuded a softness you didn't often see in a man.

We really couldn't be more different and few ever recognized us as even related, never mind as brothers. But brothers we were. He was my little buddy. My pal. My lifelong friend. I loved the little guy more than anything and he loved me. Worshiped me more like. Over the years I did all the usual big brother things. Teased him, hung out with him, wrestled with him, protected him from bullies, gave him advice, etc. And he adored me for all of it. His crippling shyness and **** to let new people into his life made us even closer than most brothers.

He wasn't completely without a social life though. His bisexual gaming buddies, Edward, Eric, and Amy, were his crew. They were even occasionally friends with benefits as I found out quite by accident one day when I walked into his room unannounced. I smile as I look over at the three of them looking bored out of their skulls sitting at the other table. My parents would have freaked out if they knew what Jamie and these three got up to under their roof. I didn't pretend to understand whatever it was the four of them had going on. There was no overt intimacy among them or anything approaching a romantic relationship, I suspect their fooling around was simply a physical thing. They didn't even seem particularly close as friends and spoke more about the video games they played than anything of substance, but I was happy to know he had some people to talk to and that he was getting some action somehow.

The cake is brought out to a chorus of Happy Birthday and my brother blows out his 21 candles. The elders among us cheer as if he were still 6 years old. It was fucking gross. Jamie looks across at me, knowing what I was thinking, and rolls his eyes at our family's childish silliness. I give him a patient smile and he beams back at me. For him I'd pretend to be having a good time.

As the cake it is taken to be cut up the presents are brought forward. His gaming friends had already given him their presents via online points or bucks or whatever the hell they used to buy cosmetics and such in the games they played. The family presents were the usual assortment of lame gifts one would expect from their relatives. To his credit he opened every one of them in good humor and looked over each one as if it was something he had really been wanting. The boy was a saint. After the last one was opened he looks around expectantly, and with visible excitement.

"Where's Brock's present?" He asks with giddy anticipation.

"Ahem." I clear my throat. "Sorry bud, I forgot mine. I'll have to give it to you later."

The family groans. "Aww Brock, that is so rude!" My mother berates me, my aunt and grandma nod in full agreement. "So rude."

"Sorry." I mumble.

Jamie smiles brightly. "It's okay. I don't mind waiting."

The truth was I wanted to give him his present in private. It was an expensive bottle of scotch, 21 years old just like him. I hoped we might open it together and share it, if not today perhaps in the future during some important milestone. I wanted it to be a thing just between he and I.

Cake is served along with cola or juice. As my grandma peppers my poor brother over the usual questions about whether he has a girlfriend, while giving the squirming Amy a long hard look, I watch him politely giggle and pretend to have a great time. I knew better. Our eyes meet across the table and he shrugs as if to say: "What can I do?"

Finally the big event of the evening comes. Elvis the Extraordinary makes his appearance. That's right. Not only was the entertainer a hypnotist, he was also an Elvis impersonator.

I look over to my Dad. "Elvis? Are you joking right now?"

"Shhh!" He shushes me.

The overweight middle aged man launches into his set which consisted of bad jokes anybody under the age of 40 wouldn't get, a greatest hits compilation from the king of rock and roll, then...at long last...the actual hypnotism.

What follows is what one would expect from a party hypnotist performance. First my mother and aunt are brought up. They hurry up to the "stage" area like a pair of tittering kids There is some mystical mumbo jumbo and before long he has the pair of them clucking and oinking and mooing like farm animals. I knew those two well enough to know they'd play along whether they were actually hypnotized or not. There are some laughs to be fair but so are there groans. It culminates in them being back up singers and dancers to a rendition of Hound Dog, he even has them howl like dogs at the end. When he was done with those two he says the "magic phrase" and brings them back. They laugh and ham it up, pretending not to remember a thing and acting shocked when we told them what had just transpired.

Next Edward and Eric are called up. They go reluctantly and only after a lot of pressure by the rest of us. What follows is a comedy of errors. Try as he might the hypnotist can not bring the pair under his power. They stand making sarcastic quips and outright laughing at the flustered Elvis. Finally he waves his hands. "Nevermind these two, their minds are not ready for the mysteries of mesmerism." He sends them back to their seats.

This was so bad. I prayed the finale came next, and mercifully my prayer came true.

"Soooo, I understand we have a birthday boy in the house." Elvis says with a flourish.

My brother giggles, bounces in his seat, and covers his blushing cheeks with his hands. Jesus, could he be any cuter?

"Come on up, come on." The entertainer beckons. "I saved the best for last."

My mother smiles and grips Jamie's shoulder to encourage him. Grinning from ear to ear in embarrassment he gets up and approaches the man.

"You must be Jamie." He says.

"Yes Sir." My brother says barely loud enough for the rest of us to hear.

"The man of the hour himself. Can we get a round of applause for our birthday boy?"

We all clap and cheer.

"Okay Jamie. I'm going to need a second for our little drama here. Is there anybody in particular you want to join you?"

I knew the answer before he even said it. "Yes Sir. My big brother Brock please."

I wasn't thrilled to be a part of the show but for Jamie...well, for Jamie I'd do anything. I get up with a laugh and approach them. I spin around to the others and give them a big bow to a smattering of applause. I turn to Elvis the Extraordinary and my baby brother and put my hands on my hips and wait to see what was about to happen. Jamie shifts from foot to foot and bite his bottom lip the way he did when he was nervous.

"It's okay." I whisper to him. "It'll be fun."

He nods to me, clearly comforted by my words.

"Alright boys." Elvis says in his cheesy fake Southern accent. He pulls a necklace from around his neck and holds it out between us. Hanging from the gold chain was a great clear gem of many facets, almost certainly it was just cut glass but the light gleamed off of it in sparkling rainbows. "Concentrate only on this. Give me your complete focus. Listen only to my voice." And so it goes, just as he'd done with the others. His voice drones, level and stead, as repeats the mantra. "Concentrate. Listen only to my voice. Concentrate."

After five or so minutes he slowly lowers the crystal. I try to hide my smirk as I realize I was still completely lucid, I knew it was all bullshit. Looking across to my little brother however I see his clear turquoise staring back with a distant glassy gaze. I squint my eyes and lean in slightly, trying to get my brother to give me a signal that he was just goofing around. But he continues to stare through me, as if gazing into an endless voice. His expression was blank, his small body completely still. My protective instincts started to kick in. Was he okay? Was he just playing? I knew he had an impish sense of humor. I decide to play along for a bit to see what would happen.

"Very good." The hypnotist says. "Verrry good. Jamie, can you hear me?"

"Yes." My brother replies in an emotionless voice. "I can hear you."

"Brock, can you hear me?"

"Yes." I say in the same way. "I can hear you."

Elvis smiles and rubs his hands together. "There we have it ladies and gentleman, they are completely under my power. Now the fun begins."

There is some laughter as everyone waited to see what silly thing he'd make us do. Try as I might to subtly signal my brother Jamie gives me nothing in return. This couldn't be real, could it?

The hypnotist steps back. "Hmmm, let's see, so many possibilities. Let's start with something simple. Hmm, brothers...brothers. I know!" He grins. "Let's go back to your childhood. You must have fond memories together. Brock, tell us, was there a game you and Jamie used to play when you were kids?"

"Huh?" I catch myself and return to acting hypnotized. I think back, we played so many things, I just grab onto the first game I thought of. "Yes." I say flatly. "Army men."

"Army men?" He says with a satisfied nod. "Very good. That will do. Listen to me now, listen to my voice. Brock, you are a general and Jamie is your soldier. Jamie, you are a private in Brock's army. You must follow your commander's orders." He waves his hands in a flourish, as if casting some sort of magic. "Jamie, you must obey Brock's and only Brock's commands, your very life is at stake." He says dramatically. There is a ripple of laughter from the audience as they see the pair of us were indeed about to go along with what he was saying. "Brock! This building is under attack! The enemy is coming!"

I roll with it, acting as if there were enemy soldiers about to burst in at any moment. "Private, take cover."

Jamie suddenly snaps to attention. "Yes Sir!" He dives in under one of the empty tables. I scramble to follow. The pair of us huddle under the table and peek out from behind the chairs.

"You good bro?" I whisper.

"I'm scared Sir, but I'm okay." My brother says as his wide eyes scan worriedly for the enemy. He was lost in the fantasy.

"What about the others Brock?" The hypnotist says loudly. "You need to protect them."

I wrestle with whether I wanted to continue to play along but in the end I do so.

"Private." I bark.

"Yes Sir!"

"Protect the civilians."

"Yes Sir!" Jamie crawls out and hurries to stand between the nearest exit and the people at the table. "Stay behind me. I'll protect you."

"Ohh, how brave!" Grandma claps with delight. His three friends are tittering and making quiet snide comments among themselves.

I hated this. I hated seeing Jamie humiliated like this. How was this fun? I could see real fear in his blue-green eyes as they darted from one door to another expecting the enemy at any moment and **** to keep the civilians safe. I crawl out and go to him. Seeing him like this I nearly put it to an end right there but thankfully the hypnotist calls us back up to him again.

"Jamie, Brock, return to me." Elvis says in that deep droning voice. "Perhaps that one is a bit intense."

I turn and approach him. When I turn around I am surprised to see Jamie hadn't followed. He remained vigilantly protecting the others.

The hypnotist laughs a false laugh. "Of course. I am not his commanding officer." A ripple of murmurs goes through the others. "General, could you order your soldier up here please?"

I nod in mock obedience. "Private Jamie, come here."

"Yes Sir!" He turns and marches back up. He stand in front of me at attention. I could see his hands still trembling with fear.

"It's okay Jamie." I whisper. "You're safe. There is no enemy."

I watch my brother visibly relax and let out a shuddering breath. I was soooo close to putting this to an end right there. If this mother fucker scared my brother again I'd knock his fucking block off. I grip my hands in to fists and hope the next activity was more benign.

"Listen to my voice. You are no longer soldiers. You are simply Brock and Jamie." The man says to us before raising the volume of his words for the audience again. "Well, that was fun. What shall we do next? What shall we next with our human marionettes. Hmmm. Well, Brock had a turn why don't we ask Jamie. Jamie, do you remember a game you and your brother played as children? Tell us, is there a game you'd like to play?" All eyes turn to my brother.

Nothing. Jamie continues to stare at me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a look of concern come over the hypnotist's face.

"Jamie?" He asks again. "Jamie can you hear me?" He pulls the pendant from his pocket and holds it up again. "Jamie, refocus on the crystal. Listen to my voice. Focus. Jamie, can you hear me?"

Nothing. My brothers eyes stared right past the crystal and remained locked on me, still standing at attention. He was still a soldier awaiting his next order.

"Huh, that's weird." The man snaps his finger to no reaction. There are murmurs among the audience as even they began to wonder if something was wrong, hurrying to assuage them he shifts gears and casually asks. "Brock, why don't you ask Jamie the question." I give this fat ass Elvis with a long hard look, telling him I wouldn't put up with much more of this. Seeing my concern he whispers to me. "Don't worry, I'll bring him out right after this. Let's just finish the show kid."

I let out a sigh before looking back at my brother. "Jamie? Can you hear me?"

"Yes Sir." He says looking up at me. He still thought I was his general.

"Good. Listen, we're not soldiers anymore. We're just us again. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Elvis want's to know if there is a game you wish to play. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. We can stop this if you want." I say warmly. "Jamie, tell me, what do you want to do right now?"

Without missing a beat he says firmly and loud enough for the whole room to hear. "I want to you suck your cock big brother."

The whole room goes quiet, followed quickly by gasps of shock and repulsion. This is then followed by roars of laughter from the trio of friends. Our grandma swoons almost out of her chair.

My father springs from his seat. "What did he say!? What the fuck did he just say!?"

Elvis had his hands out. "Please, Sir, return to your seat. The show is still..."

My Dad was already storming toward us. "You bargain rate son of a bitch. Why did you make him say that?"

"I...I...I..." The hypnotist stammers and backs away. Dad, like me, was a big man. Seeing him bearing down on you with rage in his eyes was enough to shake the courage of most. "...S-Sir please...return to your seat."

Our mother was having a tizzy among the other chattering guests. "He made him say it! What sick sick man!"

"Disgusting." "Pervert." "Terrible." The other family members nod as one.

Dad grabs the entertainer by his rhinestone studded lapel. "Show's over asshole! You sick fuck. I'll make sure you never work again."

"Wait, Sir, please. Your son is still under..." Too late. Dad was physically dragging the fat Elvis toward the nearest exit.

As all of this is going on I take my brother by his slender shoulders and shake him. "Jamie. Jamie. Wake up Jamie."

I see the moment the moment the mesmerism breaks. He startles and pulls back from me. He looks around in complete confusion as if he'd just woken up from a deep sleep. "What...what's happening?"

I stare into his his eyes. "Are you with me? Who are you? Do you think you're a soldier?"

He looks at me like I was crazy. "Of course I'm with you. I'm Jamie. Soldier? No, I'm not a soldier. What are you talking about?"

Over the next ten minutes my brother, to his absolute horror, is informed on what exactly happened as the party, now ruined, winds down. His friends tease him but take it in stride, they aren't nearly as aghast as everyone else. Those three just thought it was funny, they'd probably never let him live this down. After they leave the family mills about each trying to outdo each other on just how offended they were. They all express their utter contempt and revulsion for the wicked evil hypnotist. They try to comfort Jamie and tell him none of it was his fault.

I keep my distance and watch. While I knew he was under the effects of the mesmerism when he said the thing he did I also knew the hypnotist didn't make him say it. Nobody told him to say it. That came from somewhere inside of him and I had no idea how to feel about that. It was pretty fucked up.

He can't even look at me. He stands among the other, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed and humiliated. He makes himself small. If he could disappear right now he would. I had to get him out of here.

I approach him. "Hey, some birthday party. Huh?"

I go to pat his shoulder but he pulls away from me. He had never done that before. Shaking his head I see tears well up in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Brock. What you must think!"

I chuckle. "Hey, whatever. Like they said. Elvis made you say it. Do you remember any of it?"

He shakes his head, his red raggamuffin hair bounces. "No."

Looking around I say. "Come on. Let's get out here. I'll give you a lift."

"Yes Sir."

I pause. He said Sir a lot, being the over polite guy that he was, but never to me. "Don't call me that. Geez, you sure you don't remember anything."

"No, nothing." He assures me.

"Hmm, anyway." I wave him to follow. "Come on."

He follows right in behind me. "Bye everyone." He says. "Thank you for everything. Sorry I ruined it."

The family hasten to comfort him and tell him nothing was ruined even though it clearly was. Our parents tell him they'd make sure the gifts got home and he thanks them for it. We grab our jackets and head out into the chilly winter evening. I grab him around the shoulders and pull him into my side and rustle his hair as we walk to my vehicle. It doesn't help his glum mood.

Sitting in silence inside of my truck we wait a few moments as the engine warms up. Jamie sits slumped, head bowed, his small hands clasped together. I give him time to process his thoughts. Putting the truck into gear I pull out and start to drive to our parent's place where he still lived.

I could tell he didn't want to talk about it but my curiosity was too much to contain. "So...that happened."

"Yeah." He says quietly. "Sorry."

"It's okay. But...um..." I glance over at him. "...do you know why you said it?"

"You said the guy made me say it." I could feel his nervousness fill the cab of the truck.

"Yeah. Well, he didn't." I say. Now that there were no prying ears around he deserved to know the truth. "You said that on your own."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? It's kind of a fucked up thing to say."

"I know. I...I don't remember..."

"You can't say shit like that."

"I know. I don't remember saying it."

"Jamie, why did you say it?"

"Uhhh...I don't..." He hesitates.

"Tell me the truth."

And he tells me. "I said it because I really do want to suck your cock. I've always wanted to suck your cock." There is a stunned silence followed by him gasping. "Oh my god!" He covers his face with his hands. "Sorry!"

"You want to suck my cock!?" I look over at him incredulous. "Get the fuck outta here!"

What he does next takes me completely off guard. He reaches down, unbuckles his belt, then opens the door right there on the freeway! The cold wind roars in and my brother turns to leap from the cab. Just before he jumps from my truck I reach across and grab him by the shoulder of his coat. The truck swerves from lane to lane as I roughly yank him back in.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Close the fucking door!" I shout.

He closes the door and looks back at me scared and confused. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Jesus Christ!" I pull off of the freeway and find a place to park, never letting go of him the whole time. After I park I turn to him. "Why did you do that? Are you crazy?"

He shrugs. "I don't...uh...you told me to get out."

"I told you to...!? Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes." He blinks and thinks about it. "You told me to. So I did it."

"You could have killed yourself!"

He trembles. "I know. I...I don't know why...I just had to do it. I...must...obey."

"Jesus bro, you scared the hell out of me." I pull him in for big hug. He hugs me back as hard as he could.

He almost jumped from a speeding vehicle, he almost killed himself, all because I told him to? Just then the memory of Elvis' voice echoes in my mind. "Jamie, you must obey Brock's and only Brock's commands, your very life is at stake."

It clicks together. Jamie had been deep under the influence of the hypnotism and he'd never been properly brought out of it. While he was awake, aware, and himself some powerful post hypnotic suggestions had remained in place. My little brother had **** but to obey every command I gave him!

"Oh...shit."