The neighbor's brat kid Brandon

You opened the door to reveal young Brandon, the neighbor's oldest son. Brandon was, to put it mildly, a fucking nuisance. He was an eighteen year old senior in high school, but acted like he was still some asshole middle school bully. He and his friends were a constant source of problems and annoyance, whether it was noise, screwing around in the street, dumb childish games they liked to play, or a dozen other frustrating things.

Physically Brandon wasn't as impressive as he seemed to think, you'd often see him acting like a big tough guy with his friends but in reality he was a short and somewhat scrawny twerp from what you could see. He was a few inches shorter than you, with dark hair and usually sporting a cocky grin on his face. He was clearly the kind of arrogant bully that made life hell for most kids in high school, and between his demanding nature and his spoiled attitude, he was a prick through and through. Without a word of greeting he looked up at you and started running his mouth.

"My idiot baby brother kicked his ball in your yard and mom sent me over to your crapshack to tell you to get it for me," he said. No attempt at actually asking or being polite, but you weren't in the mood to argue or correct him and wanted him gone as quickly as possible. You grunted out the word "Fine," and with a massive eye roll, you stomped towards the back door and went into the back yard. It didn't take long to see the soccer ball that had made it's way over the six foot fence, and you grabbed it and chucked it back over. A few seconds later you heard a younger voice yell over a thank you. Brandon's little brother at least had a tiny bit of manners to him.

Heading back into the house, you shut the back door behind you and walk into the living room. Jennifer was gone, no doubt she went running off to hide from Brandon as soon as she heard it was him, and to obey your first command to clean the bathroom of course. Brandon had made himself comfortable though and was sitting on the couch, his feet on the coffee table.

With your phone in his hands.

Your heart stopped for a second as you worried that he would figure out the app that was on it, but he was too stupid to even notice that, right?

"This mind control app looks really cool. There's no way it works though, right?" he said, and you gulped.

"Like if I told you to, I don't know, kneel on the ground right now for me," he said, and you felt a strange warmth flow over your body. You knew you didn't want to do what he said, why would you kneel on the ground for him? Still, you found yourself strangely...wanting to. Your legs buckled slightly as you fought your newfound desires.

"I said get down on your knees!" Brandon repeated, louder this time. You suddenly felt your body shake. You wanted to kneel on the ground. You needed to. Just for a second, you had to do it.

You felt a sense of relief as you lowered down, onto your knees beside the coffee table, looking up at Brandon. His grin widened as he looked down at you, and you felt a jolt of fear running through your body.