The gift keeps on giving

Spencer had started performing on cam to make ends meet after his roommate suddenly moved out of the two-bedroom apartment they had shared in the West Village. It had been a douche move to stick him with the rent, but Spencer soon found that a couple of performances on cam a week could earn him enough to pay the rent for the month.

Initially, he had been quite reserved. A strip tease seemed to be enough to earn him enough tokens. As the weeks passed and his legion of fans grew, they became increasingly demanding. Spencer –who was in between girlfriends– figured if he was going to jack off, he might as well get paid for it. But he drew the line at sticking anything up his ass.

One of his fans –a Mr. Anderson– was particularly insistent to see Spencer pop his own cherry on camera.In a private conversation window after Spencer concluded his latest show by spraying a week’s worth of cum on his hairy chest and belly, he offered Spencer enough money to pay his rent for the year with two conditions: 1. the show would be private and 2. Mr. Anderson would get to pick the device.

Spencer had no problem with the first condition. He figured since Mr. Anderson was paying, it should be a private show for him and him alone. Besides, if the experience didn’t totally turn him off, Spencer figured he could soak another gay man for a hefty fee to deflower his ass again.

The second condition freaked him out, though.

“Dude, I ain’t shoving a pylon up my ass,” he typed into the chat window.

“Relax. I know it’s your first time,” Mr. Anderson pinged back. He attached a photo of the vibrator he had in mind. It was thin, purple and not too long. Spencer sealed the deal with a deposit of half the money in his account.

The package arrived a couple of days later. Spencer unpacked the device, put the batteries in it and then emailed Mr. Anderson.

Anderson wanted an hour of Spencer to himself and they arranged the private show for the following Saturday. Spencer showered and cleaned himself, making sure that his ass was clean as a whistle. He put on a pair of black boxer briefs and some gym shorts and then turned on his cam at the agreed upon time.

He initially felt a little weird watching Mr. Anderson watch him via the cam on his computer screen. Anderson wasn’t at all what Spencer had thought he would be, though. The guy on the other end was far from an old, creepy faggot. He was in his 30s with red hair cut in a sort of military fashion. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and a Star Wars t-shirt and shorts. The look was very hipster-nerd.

It actually put Spencer a bit at ease. Mr. Spencer looked like someone he would have a chat with over a couple of PBRs.

“Nice to finally see you in person,” Spencer said. “You can hear me, right?

“Yes, boy. I can hear you. Do you have the device?”

Spencer held it up for him and then began to flex and cock tease Mr. Anderson, but he was having none of it.

“Quit stalling and get naked now,” Mr. Anderson said. “I want to see that purple dildo shoved up your virgin ass. Use the lube that came in the package.”

“Might as well get this over with,” Spencer thought to himself. He grabbed the lube out of the box and flipped the cap of it open. He poured what he hoped would be enough lube to make this as painless as possible.

“It’s purple,” he said out loud.

“Spread your legs a bit and lube the outside of your hole, boy.”

The lube was initially cold, but seemed to instantly heat up. He could feel his hole relaxing.

“It gets better boy. Stick it in.”

Spencer cautiously placed the tip of the purple device at his hole.

“I don’t have all day, boy. Take a deep breath and plunge just the tip in.”

Spencer had intended to do just that, but the device had a mind of its own and seemed to slide itself all the way in.

“Fffffuck,” Spencer said.

“Just lie back and let the machine do its work. It needs to find your joy buzzer.”

Mr. Spencer turned and looked off screen. It was almost as if he was looking at another monitor.

Spencer could feel the lube warming and numbing his ass. It soon began to spread down his thighs and up through his stomach.

“What the ffffuck….” Spencer said.

“Good, good. Purple ooze is at 25 percent absorption rate.

Spencer felt the warmth spread down to his legs and toes as well as into his chest and arms. The device in his ass began to gently vibrate. Spencer was awash in pleasure.

The device began to pick up speed. The warmth and numbness spread into Spencer’s head. He heard a loud PING from his computer that seemed to trigger an electric shock from the device in his ass.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCK,” Spencer screamed.

“90 percent absorption. You might feel pieces of yourself begin to slip away. Don’t be alarmed. This is all part of the process as you are being reformatted.”

“Reformatted,” Spencer asked with growing concern.

“You’ve been a perfectly good little cock tease for a month now. I’m going to make you into something better. A full fledge sex drone. Won’t that be nice?”

Spencer could see that Mr. Anderson had opened his jeans and was jacking his cock. He assumed that maybe this was all some sick fantasy.

Until Mr. Anderson pushed a button and the computer once again emitted a loud PING, causing electric pulses to shoot through his body. Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“The electric pulses are triggering the nanites from the purple ooze that are now swimming in your bloodstream.”

“No, no more,” Spencer pleaded.

“My dear boy, we haven’t finished processing you yet.” Mr. Anderson hit a button again. Another jolt. He hit the button again. Another jolt.

Spencer could feel them in his brain. Reformatting him. Adjusting his sexuality. Some much pleasure. He could only yield to it.

“100 percent absorption. Excellent.” He pushed the button one final time.

PING

Spencer shot all over himself. His cum was now a strange, purple hue. Not that Spencer cared. Spencer wasn’t really there any more.

He sat there for another hour. The computer would occasionally PING to reward him as more and more of himself was upgraded.

There was a knock at his apartment door and he calmly got up and opened it.

It was Mr. Anderson, the proud new owner of a Sex Drone 2000.

Elders Jensen and Smith rang the doorbell, eager to begin their ministry. The elders back in Salt Lake City had told them that, thanks to a popular musical called “The Book of Mormon,” that people seemed a bit more willing to open their doors to Mormon missionaries. If for nothing else, for at least a selfie with an actual Mormon.

While the church couldn’t officially condone the raunchy musical, there was no denying that God was using the wicked play to open people’s doors. It was up to Elders Jensen and Smith to open their hearts and minds to the teachings of the church.

Tierney was not one of those people.

A self-described punk wiccan, Tierney was much well-versed in a older, more powerful religion that predated “the cult of the magic tablets” (as he liked to refer to Mormons).

As head of his coven, he was always looking for new converts, though. So, he centered his energies and pushed some mind magick at the two unsuspecting Mormon boys.

Elders Jensen and Smith froze as the wave of mind-numbing energy hit them. Elder Jensen moaned softly with pleasure. Elder Smith was another story. He was fighting the thrall. He broke free and ran down the street. He knew he was forbidden to leave his assigned Elder missionary, but the fight or flight instinct proved too great and his legs carried him away.

“Guess that leaves just you and me,” Tierney said with a smirk. “Get your Mormon ass in here and close the door behind you.”

Though a voice inside of his head was screaming out not to, Elder Jensen’s body betrayed him and he closed the door and entered the apartment.

“You’re going to want to sit down on the couch as I chat about MY religion,” Tierney ordered the boy.

Elder Jensen reached somewhere deep inside himself to find the energy to defy the order. His looked down at his legs and silently willed them not to move. He looked back at Tierney, quite please with himself. He had expected to see a look of surprise or anger. Tierney, however, was smiling.

“That strong will will serve me well once its purpose has been aligned and redirected. SIT.”

Tierney barely seemed to exert any energy at all, but the blast of willpower nearly knocked Elder Jensen over. Once again, his legs betrayed him and he sat on the couch.

“Well done, Elder Jensen. Feel a wave of intense pleasure NOW.”

A tingling desire spread from the top of his head and spread quickly throughout Elder Jensen’s body. He felt his cock harden and his toes curl.

Tierney sat on the coffee table opposite his prey. He used his right hand to gently bring Jensen’s gaze in alignment with his.

Elder Jensen became lost in Tierney’s eyes. Tierney uttered an incantation and Elder Jensen watched as Tierney’s eyes seemed to turn a milky white. Those eyes seemed to be pulling him down. He was drowning in them. Much like that snake Kaa in “The Jungle Book” cartoon he used to love as a kid.

“Yes,” Tierney said with a laugh and a smile. “Just like that snake and his prey.”

A flash of concern washed briefly across Elder Jensen’s face.

“Yes, boy. I’m in your head. Your thoughts are now my thoughts. That doesn’t concern you. Actually, you feel pleasure in letting me in, don’t you?”

Tierney pushed another wave of pleasure at the boy, who began to drool in response.

“Think about how much of your life you’ve spent without pleasure,” Tierney said, moving in closer to the boy. “Pleasure from alcohol, coffee, chocolate.”

He pushed ripples of pleasure at the helpless teen with every word.

“Pleasures of the flesh.”

A tidal wave of pleasure hit Elder Jensen.

“It’s time we changed all that,” Tierney rose, never losing the boy’s stare. He quickly removed his shirt.

“I’m a practitioner of a special kind of magick,” he said as he rubbed and pinched his left nipple. “It requires an enormous amount of energy, but not just any kind of energy.”

Tierney unbuttoned his jeans and his cock flopped out in front of the boy. Elder Jensen could only stare as Tierney’s cock hardened before his eyes.

“I require sexual energy and, you, my dear, sweet, naive boy, are going to give it to me. In no time at all, I’m going to have you gooning out with the rest of my coven, generating all the energy I need to help spread the one true religion.”

Tierney gently placed his hand on the teen’s head and brought it closer to his cock. Again, Elder Jensen found some bit of willpower to resist.

“Not quite there yet, eh? Perhaps this will help change your mind,” Tierney said, rubbing his celtic knot necklace until it began to grow an unnatural gold color.

He lifted the teen’s chin until the boy’s gaze fell upon the necklace.

“You had hoped to convert me, but the tables have turned, haven’t they Elder Jensen.”

Elder Jensen’s mind and being seemed to be completely ensnared by the glow of Tierney’s jewelry.

“That’s it. Just let its energy fill you. Feel it washing away all that doubt and nasty thoughts that have kept you from feeling this intense pleasure.

A part of Elder Jensen held on. The voice in his head that still belonged to his old self tried to force his eyes to avert their gaze. The necklace seemed to react to this last bit of resistance from Elder Jensen. It glowed brighter. As his resistance began to permanently fade, a single tear ran down his face.

“I promise you, boy. Once my energy is inside of you, you will cry nothing but tears of joy. Just allow yourself to give in. You cannot win. You will eventually yield to the pleasure.”

Elder Jensen pulled his head back.

“Enough foreplay,” Tierney said. “You are testing my patience. Given in! Yield to your superior and know only pleasure from this moment on.”

A ball of yellow energy seemed to burst forth from the necklace, hitting Elder Jensen.

Tierney could feel the last of the boy’s resistance fade away as the boy shuddered and shot a load without touching himself.

“That’s a good boy,” he said gingerly rubbing Elder Jensen’s head. “Let’s get that pretty little throat of yours lubed up with my essence and make this permanent. Get down on my dick, boy.”

Elder Jensen attempted to take the full 8 inches in all at once.

“Relax, breath and open up that throat,” Tierney instructed and he plunged in and out of Elder Jensen’s mouth.

Tierney’s cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. To Elder Jensen, the taste was like honey. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“That’s it. Swallow all of it and feel me inside of you,” Tierney said as he shot his load. Elder Jensen could feel it hit the back of his throat and instinctively pulled back, but Tierney forcibly kept the lad’s head in place. Elder Jensen swallowed the spooge and felt himself go numb.

“Time to bind you to me,” Tierney said, pulling Elder Jensen up from his knees.

Elder Jensen could feel Tierney’s will and essence flow through him. He could only stare with lust over his new Master.

Tierney unbuckled the teen’s pants and fished out his cock.

“Get it hard for me, boy,” he commanded.

Elder Jensen’s cock immediately hardened.

Tierney quickly deep-throated the dick and swirled his tongue around it. The pleasure seemed to short-circuit what was left of Elder Jensen’s brain.

“My god,” Elder Jensen gasped and came a second time.

Tierney heard a familiar “ping” letting him know that Elder Jensen’s mind had been completely subdued and finished sucking the boy dry.

Tierney rose and looked at the lad. Elder Jensen’s mind was awash and his face bore the look of true devotion.

“I need to recharge my energies before we go have a talk with Elder Smith,” Tierney said.

Tierney pointed to the pentagram drawn on the floor. “Strip and step into the pentagram.”

Elder Jensen complied.

“Time to goon for me, boy.”

Elder Jensen began to stroke his dick.

“That’s it. Keep stroking. About an hour should do it and then we can go find your friend and help him see the light.”

Thoughts filled Elder Jensen’s head as he continued to stroke. Though he knew they did not originate from his own mind, he accepted them as his own. Elder Smith would no doubt resist at first, but in the end, he would fall on his knees. Elder Jensen could not wait to feel Elder Smith’s soft lips wrapped around his dick as the Master fucked Elder Smith into submission.

From there, they would move onto Elder Thomas. And then Elder Wilson. And then Elder Banner…it would be a pleasure to do his Master’s work.

Tierney smirked as the images of Elder Jensen filled his head.

Yes, Elder Jensen would be quite helpful in his new mission.

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He was on vacation and had gone to a party last night hopefully to find a woman to have sex with where ii met him. I told him I was a hypnotist and he told me that no one has ever been able to hypnotize him. I asked him if I could do a few suggestibility test on him to see. He agreed to let me try the suggestibility tests on him and he responded extremely well to each test I did to him and very easily put him into a deep trance. I told him that he thought I was very handsome and sexy and felt love for me, That when he would talk to a woman trying to pick her up for sex he would be thinking about me sexually and wanting to have sex with me. That whenever he thought about me sexually he would feel sexual pleasure through his entire body and woke him up. I said to him you were right I was not able to hypnotize you and he said see I told you. As the night went on and he would be talking to different girls trying to pick them up I would see him looking and staring at me. Finally he came over to me and I asked him if he has had any luck with the women here. He said no they are alright but I am the hottest sexiest person here and wants me to go home with him. I said no and thanked him for the compliment and walked away. He looked sad and upset. A little while latter he asked me if he could talk to me in private and took me to another room to be alone. He started sexually kissing me and groping me all over and said you are going home with me that he has never wanted or needed to have sex with another person as badly as he needs to with me. He was totally infatuated with me. The next morning I told him that I had hypnotized him and made him feel and act this way with me and he did not believe me. I put him back under and told him he would remember me hypnotizing him and everything I told him to believe and what he and I did and woke him up. He said you fucker I am going to beat the shit out of you for what you did. I said no you are not because “ You are my hero”, He immediately started undressing himself even through he didn’t want to and said what’s going on? I can’t control myself. I said of course not because you are my hero and he moaned in sexual delight, When he was naked he sat down on the bed and his hands and were stuck there and looked down a his rock hard throbbing cock and said suck my cock no I don’t mean that and once I can get my hands free from behind my head I am going to beat the crap out of you, Oh god I need you to suck my cock no don’t. I said you are my hero he moaned loudly with pleasure saying please suck my cock. I said if I suck your cock and when you cum you will be totally in love with me forever and I will be the only person you will have sex with for the rest of your life. Do you want that? He said yes I have never wanted anything so badly in my life. I sucked his cock and when he came his hands automatically dropped from behind his head. He grabbed me in his arms kissed me and said I love you. Good boy

Over 100 follows! I’m truly humbled. So, should I continue the pod series or move onto something else? What say you?

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He’s straining as I give him his orders.

He was about to go on his jog, but I decided it was time to exercise something else.

His first lesson is going quite well, all things considered.

He’s pulled his pants down, exposed his crotch, lifted his shirt and generally just made his whole front rather accessible.

His muscles are stiff. It’s interesting watching him try not to do what I tell him to do—what his body keeps doing despite his will.

I take a few pictures just to mark the occasion. As I do, I notice his penis is actually swelling. His hands are slowly relaxing; still straining, but not so hard.

I decide I’m done with photos and grab that rising erection of his. The strain comes back for just a moment, but then he starts to relax again. I’m watching his eyes. He isn’t beginning to accept what I’m clearly going to be doing with him; he’s tuning out.

His focus is fading and there is a blankness setting in. His jaw starts to go a bit slack; he will clearly be drooling shortly. Now, he’ll obey my commands without any resistance at all.

I have him open his mouth and I teach him how to open it so that a cock can usually sleep inside.

I have him lie down and I lower myself over him. Very gently, at first, I lower my own swelling shaft between his lips. I get us both used to the sensation of my cock resting in all the open space; the inside of his mouth wrapped around me.

I give him one last instruction and then I begin to fuck his face. Again, slowly at first, gently; pushing in and pulling out, sliding down his throat again and retreating—thrusting deep and winding up for another pump.

He does just as he is told and pushes himself as much as I push him. I keep myself embedded in his gullet as much as I can, but when he gags, it is he who pushes himself immediately back to me.

Pods -Part 3 Coach builds a winning team

“You wanted to see me after practice, coach” Bryce Ward said as he entered Coach’s office.

“Yeah,” Coach Sawyer replied. “Close the door behind you.”

The tight end turned to shut the door and frowned. Closed doors with the Coach never meant anything good. He immediately went through all the play drills from the day, trying to anticipate just wear he had screwed up.

“Relax, Ward. You seem tense,” Coach Sawyer said with a smile. His dick started to harden. He had the tight end just where he wanted him: alone with him in the privacy of his office. He had a pod at the ready just under his desk.

“If it’s about being off sides during that one play formation, I’m really sorry, Coach.”

“Well, I can’t say I haven’t noticed that your head hasn’t been in the game, but we’ll fix that. We’ll make sure you’ll soon play with a new purpose and focus.”

“Y-y-yes, sir.”

“Seriously, kid. Relax! Take off that shirt and shoulder pads.”

Bryce didn’t really think anything of it and quickly complied with the Coach’s request. He flexed and puffed up his chest, determine to show the Coach that he had been hitting the gym pretty hard outside of the regular practices.

Coach Sawyer watched the tight end flex for him as Sawyer rubbed his cock under his desk. The 20 year-old Ward was so naive and so trusting. A part of him wanted Ward to be aware of his own conversion.

And, let’s face it. Coach Sawyer really wanted to know how much of a tight end Ward really was.

“Anyone expecting you in the next hour or so, son,” Coach Sawyer asked, staring into the frightened boy’s eyes.

“N-n-no, sir,” Ward said, shifting uncomfortably. This was going to be more than the usual 10 minute admonishment.

The coach reached into his drawer.

He pulled out what looked like some kind of massage oil, but it had a green tint to it.

Bryce looked at the coach with a mixture of confusion, fear and concern.

Coach Sawyer walked over in front of Bryce. He needed to ensure that his prey couldn’t suddenly bolt from the office if his experiment didn’t work.

“C-c-coach, what is that,” Bryce asked, pointing to the bottle.

“This,” the coach said, holding up the bottle with the green-tinted liquid,”this is something the boys in the science department cooked up. It’s supposed to aid in muscle recovery and help you bulk up.”

“Like steroids,” Bryce asked.

“Something like that. Let’s just say it’s gonna help me make a new man out of you. Lose the pants.”

“The pants?”

“Yeah, lose all the gear but your jock. They tell me I need to make sure I spread this on all of your major muscle groups.”

Bryce hesitated.

“I need to know you are committed to the team, son. Do I need to cut you from the roster and give that scholarship to someone else? Or are you committed to the team?”

“Y-y-yes, sir.”

“Then drop trou, son.”

Bryce undid his cleats and then pulled the padded football pants off.

“Good boy. Let’s get started.”

Coach Sawyer warmed some of the liquid between his hands. He felt a slight euphoria, nothing more. He had been getting steady doses of the drug from his Master since Patrolman Marty Donovan had been kind enough to recruit him. It was Donovan, in fact, that had given Coach Sawyer the idea to lace the massage oil with some of the slime. A few drops on his neck and face had made him immobile. Diluted in oil, Coach Sawyer was hoping the mixture would make his players compliant enough for the conversion. Ward was his test case in part because the kid had been half-assing it on the field and Coach Sawyer knew he’d agree to anything to avoid getting cut from the team.

He started by rubbing the kids neck, shoulder and arms.

“It t-t-tingles,” Bryce said.

“That’s how you know it’s working,” Coach Sawyer replied, pouring some of the oil on the lad’s chest.

“Head feels funny,” Bryce said.

“You’re head shouldn’t be feeling anything. Let me work this into your thighs, legs and ass, boy,” Coach Sawyer said as he poured more of the oil into his hands.

“I don’t want this,” Bryce said, his voice sounding more distant.

“This here will change your mind.”

Coach Sawyer lathered a generous amount on Ward’s thighs and legs and then really worked it in. The boy let out a moan as more and more of the alien slime soaked into his skin and then into his bloodstream.

He moved onto the kid’s tight ass. Ward was living up to his position. His butt was firm. Coach Sawyer couldn’t wait to plunge his cock into the kid’s tight hole, taking him to even more blissed out heights.

He coated his index finger in more of the oil slime and slipped a finger up Ward’s ass.

The Coach stopped a minute to stroke his cock through his track pants and admire his work. The kid was blissed out.

Now for the true test. He didn’t just want the kid paralyzed like he had been. He was hoping the diluted liquid would just make the kid compliant to him.

“You want to take off your jock for coach.”

Somewhere in the recesses of his brain, Bryce was screaming out that this was wrong.

“Take. Off. Your. Jock. For. Coach.”

Bryce felt his hands move on their own accord. He was powerless to stop himself.

“Good boy. You deserve a reward.”

Coach Sawyer poured more of the green liquid into his hands.

“No, no more. Please,” Bryce begged.

“Shhhh,” Coach Sawyer said, sinking to his knees. “It’s time to quiet that voice in your head.”

He stroked the kid’s cock to full mast. Bryce’s resistance seemed to melt away with every stroke. Coach Sawyer slathered his balls with the oil and made sure the tight end’s junk was sufficiently slicked up.

He stood up and looked at the tight end. He had a dazed look and he was drooling.

Coach Sawyer walked over to his desk and retrieved the pod. He placed it next to Ward’s feet.

His Master told him he needed to be rewarded for his ingenuity and commanded the coach to strip. Not that Coach Sawyer needed much persuading. He pulled his shirt over his head and took up his track pants.

“Bend over the desk, son,” Coach Sawyer said as he gave a few strokes to his cock.

Bryce complied, moving robotically.

“I want you to beg me to fuck you and after I am done, you’re going to pick up that pod and place it on your back –even though you know it is going to enslave you.”

Bryce reached back to pull his buttocks apart. “Please, Coach. Fuck me.”

Coach Sawyer lubed up his cock with more of the green slime. He plunged into the boy.

Bryce moaned as his rectum and prostate absorbed more of the green slime. His hole seemed to almost convulse and gripped the coach’s cock.

“Damn, son. If I didn’t know any better I’d say your ass was trying to suck ever last bit of slime off my dick,” the coach laughed as he thrust into his player’s hole.

“M-m-more,” Bryce moaned, trying to take the coach’s cock in as far as it would go.

Coach Sawyer noticed the kid’s ass fucking back in earnest. He was so blissed out, his conversion would happen in record time. Coach’s Master was pleased and released more of the drug.

Coach pulled out as the hit took full effect. He shot all over the already fertilized pod.

As Coach Sawyer caught his breath, Bryce stood up, reached down and grabbed the pod.

“Why don’t you welcome your master by cleaning up my spunk and warming him up,” the Coach said with a devilish grin.

Bryce licked the cum from the pod, lapping up some of the full-strength slime as well. He climaxed all over the floor and the coach’s thigh and feet as the pod slowly opened.

Bryce bent over the desk again and applied the pod just as he had been instructed.

Coach Sawyer was quite proud of himself. The test was a complete success. He redressed and as Ward lay across his desk completing his own conversion, Coach grabbed a second bottle of full-strength slime he had collected from the sixty pods that currently were resting in the equipment room.

The locker room had cleared out, save for a light coming from Jake Summers’ office. Summers was the swim coach and Coach Sawyer was immediately concerned if Summers had heard anything.

He held the green bottle of slime behind his back and knocked with his other hand.

“Come in,” Summers said.

“Burning the midnight oil, Jake” Coach Sawyer asked, eyeing the blond and blue-eyed 35 year-old Summer. Summer was in his usual attire, a red speedo the left very little to the imagination. Summer was packing. Coach Sawyer never used to notice that detail before his Master had shown him the way.

“Just got here. Thought I’d swim a few laps, shower and head out. You?”

“Had to have a chat with my tight end. Sometimes you have to bring ‘em around to your way of thinking, am I right,” Coach Sawyer said with a wink and smile.

“You gonna be here long or should I lock up my office,” Summer said, getting up from his desk.

“I’ve got a couple of more things to attend to,” Coach Sawyer replied. “Come see me after your shower.”

“Will do,” Summer said, as he walked past Coach Sawyer and out towards the pool.

Coach Sawyer watched Summer’s speedo-clad ass the entire way. As much as he wanted to be the first one to tap that, his Master told him he owed it to Bryce Ward to be the first.

He whistled to himself as he made his way into the shower room. In each of the stalls, he opened the soap dispenser, poured a bit of the slime into it and mixed it.

He returned to his office to find Bryce Ward standing against his desk.

“When can we convert the rest of the team,” Bryce asked.

“Easy there, son. All in good time.” He reached over and grabbed the boy’s dick and stroked it. Bryce lowered Coach Sawyer’s pants and returned the favor

Bryce stopped stroking when he heard the shower running. He looked at Coach Sawyer with a concerned look.

“Have you learned nothing, boy,” Coach Sawyer asked, rubbing the tight end’s neck. “Relax!”

The pair waited about ten minutes and then Coach Sawyer announced it was time.

He tossed his shirt aside and once again stepped out of his track pants. He then grabbed the tight end’s hand and escorted him out of his office and to the shower room.

“Go ahead, pull the curtain back,” Coach Sawyer said.

Bryce pulled the curtain back to find the swim coach, Coach Summer naked and standing there with a goofy grin on his face.

“Turn around, coach.” Coach Sawyer ordered.

Coach Summer seemed only too happy to oblige.

Bryce’s dick got rock hard at the sight of the coach’s firm ass.

Coach Sawyer nudged the kid forward.

“Go ahead, kid. You’ve earned it.”

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Pods -Part 2 The coach takes one for the team.

It just wasn’t Tony Sawyer’s night. Darlene Body was such a prick tease. The university coach had spent the better part of the day at the alumni luncheon plying her with her drink of choice (chocolate martinis). She returned the favor by placing a hand under the table pretty far up his thigh. At one point, she even quickly twisted his left nipple through his tight fitting white polo. He thought he was on the verge of scoring, so he placed his hand up her skirt for a little caress that had most the the bitches wet and moaning.

Apparently, Coach Sawyer’s signals were crossed. The crazy bitch threw the chocolate martini at him, staining his white shirt and causing a scene in front of the Dean of the school and some of the more wealthy alumni. It was their money that he needed to build the best Division 2 team he could and he couldn’t help but feel that he had lost some of their respect when the chocolate drink hit him.

He wiped as much of the sticky concoction from his face with a cloth table napkin (blue and orange –go wild cats), threw the napkin down and took his leave.

He climbed into silver truck, shut the door and then pounded his fists several times on the steering wheel. “Fucking cunt!”

He looked at his shirt in the rear view mirror. It was ruined. With the heat and the hot summer sun, the shirt was starting to become unbearably sticky. He took it off, throwing it on the passenger side and then pulled out of the University parking lot.

The whole cab of the truck smelled like the drink. He just wanted to get home, jump in the shower and clean himself. He sped through the town towards his townhouse.

He saw the police car too late. The car peeled out after him, sirens and light flashing.

“Fuck my life right now,” Coach Sawyer said as he pulled over.

With a little luck, the patrolman might be a Wildcats fan who would trade a warning to slow down for two tickets to the homecoming game in the fall.

He looked in the rear view mirror as the cop got out and approached his truck. The cop was wearing shades, so Coach Sawyer wasn’t sure if he knew the guy or not.

“Is there a problem, office,” Coach Sawyer said politely.

The patrol officer looked young. Maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. Coach Sawyer looked at his name tag: Donovan.

Fuck. Marty Donovan. Coach Sawyer had to cut Marty from the team five seasons ago after Marty tore his knee.

“Coach Sawyer, you were going 40 in a 25 mile per hour zone,” Donovan said, his words didn’t seem to have any tone or inflection.

“Have you been drinking? Your truck smells like alcohol.”

Coach Sawyer grabbed the shirt from the passenger seat and tried to explain to Marty what had happened, but Marty just seemed to ignore him.

“We cannot have you driving drunk through the streets of the town,” Donovan said, opening the car door. You’re going to need to step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.”

“Donovan, is this really necessary? It’s me. Coach Sawyer.”

“Sir, please step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.”

Coach Sawyer complied. There was still a chance he could talk his way out of this one. He had to. An arrest would all but end his coaching career. And all because of that fucking bitch!

“I’m going to need to to walk over to the patrol car,” Marty instructed.

“I’m not drunk, Donovan.”

“Walk over to the patrol car, sir.”

Coach Sawyer walked a perfect straight line to the patrol car. “See, told you I’m not drunk.”

“Please place both hands on the hood of the car, sir.”

“Seriously, Donovan?”

“Both hands. Hood of the car.”

Coach Sawyer complied. Donovan kicked his Sawyer’s legs apart and pushed his back down. It was then that Coach Sawyer noticed something strange. Dutch Taylor –who owned Taylor Towing, was sitting in the passenger side of the cop car, just staring forward in a daze. There was something green and pulsating in his ear. There was a trail of slime from Dutch’s shoulder, across the side of his face and to his ear.

“What the…” he said, turning slightly to look back as Donovan. Donovan had an obscenely large boner, but that wasn’t the worst of it. In his right hand, he was holding a green pod. It started to open. Coach Sawyer tried to pivot, but Donovan wiped up some of the green slime with his left hand and flung it at him. It hit his back and face and its effects were almost immediate. Coach Sawyer couldn’t move.

Coach Sawyer looked at Donovan with both fear and horror. Donovan seemed to be lost in pleasure –a wet spot had begun to form on the patrolman’s uniform. He heard Dutch climb out of the car.

“Coach Sawyer will make a fine addition to our ranks,” Donovan said.

“Enough pleasure, finish the connection,” Dutch said.

It was then that Coach Sawyer felt something warm and slimy get applied to his back. Seconds later, he came in his pants and then passed out from overwhelming pleasure.

Coach Sawyer awoke on the floor of Dutch’s shop. Dutch was standing in his truck bed, masterbating over about 60 pods.

“Got about 10 ready,” Dutch said before coming again. “Now your conversion is complete, you can help me get the rest of them ready for your team.”

Coach Sawyer felt his Master flood his brain with the endorphin-like substance.

It would be so hot to enslave his entire team to the Masters. And so easy, too. He would just need to call some of the key players into his office one by one and the rest would fall in line. He couldn’t wait to get the conversion started. Good thing practice started up the next day.

Dutch jumped down from the cab and spread out 20 pods on the floor around Coach Sawyer.

“Tired of using my hand,” Dutch said, helping Coach Sawyer to his feet. “Time to break in that fine ass of yours.”

Coach Sawyer was about to take a swing at Dutch and tell him that he didn’t swing that way, but his Master released a flood of the drug on his brainstem and it literally changed his mind.

He did have a great ass. Besides, he didn’t want to be like that bitch Darlene. Coach knew his body had made Dutch hard. It was only fair.

Dutch pushed him gently forward and then shoved his 7 inch cock into the Coach’s ass. As if on cue, Coach’s Master released more of the drug into his brain just as Dutch’s dick rammed up against Coach’s prostate.

The Coach shot a truly impressive load, easily fertilizing 10 of the pods. Darlene’s cock teasing had been good for something, after all.

“Damn, Coach. You keep that up and we’ll be done fertilizing these pods in no time,” Dutch said as he pulled out and seeded three of the pods.

“My turn,” Coach Sawyer said, switching places with Dutch and shoving his already hardening cock into the mechanic’s ass.

Thanks to his Master slug, it had turned out to be a pretty good day afterall.

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My best straight friend plays tennis and went to a hypnotist to get help to improve his game. He said that the sessions have been helping him and asked me to come to his next match. I went to the match and this man sat down next to me and said are you here waiting for your best friend to play his match? I said yes and was puzzled since we were the only two people sitting in the stands to watch the games why he sat next to me. He told me he was the hypnotist helping my friend with his tennis and he had describe me to him. As we sat there waiting for the match the hypnotist kept talking to me and after a while I found it very easy to listen to him and agreeing with what he said. Then finally it was time for my best friend’s match. My best straight friend walks out completely naked except for a ball cap. I was shocked and surprised and the hypnotist said to me look at him how handsome and sexy he looks. I said yes so handsome and sexy. The hypnotist said that I have never realized before how much I wanted and desired him and he was the only man for me. I kept looking at my best straight friend with such love and lust wanting to be with him so bad. The hypnotist said see how he is holding his tennis racket with both hands slowly stroking it like he was stroking your cock. I began to moan with pleasure as I felt each stroke on my cock never taking my eyes off my best straight friend. The hypnotist told me that I was totally inflatuated in love with him, that I worshiped my best straight friend and would do anything in the world for him to make him happy, to please and always needing to pleasure him. I could not take my eyes off of my best straight friend needing to be his. When he won the match I came having the most incredible orgasm. He went to the locker room and I rushed in after him, got down on my knees in front of him with my head bowed saying I love you and I am here to serve you anyway I can. My best straight friend picked my head up and slid his cock into my mouth. I had never tasted anything as magnificent as his cock and knew for a fact that my purpose in life was to love and serve him. Good boys

Pods -Part 1

Sheriff Peterson sat patiently in the driver’s side of his police vehicle, as Patrolman Martinez was converted into a pod drone. A half-hour earlier, he had felt a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction as he held Martinez down, pulled up Martinez’s shirt and held the freshly fertilized pod to Martinez’s tanned back until the slug finally emerged and attached itself.

Peterson had tried to calm him while it was happening, but Martinez was thrashing about, cursing and resisting.

“It will be so pleasurable, you’ll see,” Peterson said as he rubbed his hardening dick against Martinez’s slacks and continued to hold him down. “It is a superior life form and your conversion is inevitable.”

“What the fuck are you going on….” Martinez shouted, his words trailing off as the slug secreted copious amounts of slim onto his back. The slim had the effect of both paralyzing him in place and flooding his skin and then bloodstream with an endorphin-like substance.

“There. That’s so much better,” Peterson said. His own Master –which has long since burrowed through his ears and then onto his brainstem– rewarded Peterson with his own endorphin-like high for obeying orders. Peterson was proud that he had pleased his Master.

He helped Martinez up, tucked his shirt back in and placed him in the passenger side of the vehicle. He retrieved Martinez’s sunglasses from the dirt, dusted them off, and then walked over to the car and placed them back on his face.

From there, Peterson had driven to the most secluded place he could think of: the Sunrise Motel. A no-tell motel, the place was a destination for nocturnal hook ups. Seeing as it was morning, the place would be deserted. Nonetheless, Peterson parked in the back. Martinez could not be moved until the final transformation of his own Master had been made.

Peterson had gone into the motel’s office and booked a room. The clerk –who was wearing a suit and tie and therefore oblivious to the motel’s reputation– had eyed Peterson with some suspicion. Peterson had told him they were renting a room for a stakeout. A major meth deal was supposed to go down and Peterson and his partner Martinez would be there for a night or two until the deal actually happened.

“You can either rent me a room and keep your mouth shut or I can get a warrant and close you down.”

Peterson had paid in cash, requesting a receipt.

“So the DA’s office can reimburse me,” he said with a wink.

He had taken the room key and returned to check on Martinez’s progress. The slug had moved from the pod attached to his back to his ears. Martinez has started showing the sweats that came from conversion. It wouldn’t be long, now.

Peterson opened the trunk of the car and grabbed half a dozen of the unfertilized pods. He closed the trunk and then took them into the room he had rented. He laid them gingerly on the bed. He had hoped Martinez’s conversion would soon finish. He would need his assistance in fertilizing the pods to get them ready for human conversion.

His Master had explained that the slugs inside the pods used cum to alter their DNA to ensure a perfect symbiotic melding.

Peterson had learned on his own that it was more fun to fertilize with someone else than it was alone.Peterson masterbated over one of the pods and recalled his own conversion.

Jimmy Babcock –Peterson’s teenaged neighbor had shown him that first hand that it was better to fertilize with someone else. The 18 year-old skater was the one who had initially discovered the husk containing thousand of pods when it had crashed here. Jimmy had thought it might be a meteor that the science center might pay good money for. It had been so much better than that, though. The teen now had a purpose that he served with pleasure. A great deal of pleasure.

Jimmy had looked a bit more disheveled when he knocked on Peterson’s door, rousing the Sheriff from his sleep.

“You just got to see this, Sheriff,” he had pleaded. “My old man is out of town and I don’t have anyone else to show the meteor to. It’s so cool. You have to see it!”

Peterson had relented, if only to quickly indulge the boy and then get back to sleep. He threw a robe over his t-shirt and boxers, put on a pair of slippers and followed the teen out the door and into the nearby woods.

The Sheriff had at least 60 pounds of muscle on Jimmy and so the teen –or rather, the teen’s Master– had to be quite clever. Jimmy had led him to the clearing where the husk was, grabbed a tree limb that had fallen when the husk had crash landed, and knocked Peterson out cold.

He had awaken with his conversion already completed.Jimmy was kneeling not too far from him. He had his pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles and he was masterbating over a pile of pods.

“Good, you’re awake,” Jimmy had said.

“Rise,” Peterson heard his Master command. His Master rewarded him for complying and his dick jumped to full mast.

He walked over to Jimmy, grabbed the boy and kissed him hard. Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Jimmy grabbed Peterson’s hand and brought it to his crotch. They stood there jacking each other and making out. Their Masters ensuring a steady flow of the secretion into their blissed out brains until the pair had cum multiple times over more than a dozen pods.

The memory caused Peterson to shoot his load and he immediately felt another addictive high as his Master rewarded him with another dose of the secretion.

He knew the slugs were taking over, but the pleasure was so intense, he was only too happy to play whatever small part he could in their conquest.

His Master had shown him the way in more ways than one. He and Jimmy had been allowed to fuck each other silly the rest of the night after the pair had introduced a fertilized pod to Jimmy’s broth Carl. Carl –who was home on leave from the army– was asleep on a twin bed in the room he still shared with Jimmy. They had rolled him over, attached the slug to his back and then proceeding to fuck on the floor at the foot of the bed while Carl was converted as he slept.

Peterson had never entertained the thought of taking a cock up his ass, but after his Master secreted a few drops, his eyes glazed over and he practically begged the teen to take his cherry.

For his part, the teen had rode him hard, slamming his cut seven inch dick in and out of his hole. Peterson had shuddered when Jimmy had first hit his prostate. After a few more strokes, Peterson had to wonder why he had never thought to get fucked sooner.

Peterson was almost sad when Jimmy pulled out to shoot his load on a nearby stock of pods.

That is, of course, until Jimmy turned around, presented his own ass and told Peterson “My turn, daddy.”

He and the teen had traded several fucks (and fertilized a number of pods) for most of the rest of the night. Carl had awoken after his conversion and at some point joined them.

“It is done,” his Master had informed him, ending the memory.

Peterson looked down as to see that his cum had been completely absorbed by the pod. He picked it up and made good use of it.

He returned to the car. Martinez was dripping with sweat. His dick was tenting in his uniform. And leaking, judging from the silver-dollar sized wet spot on his trousers.

Peterson looked out the window of the squad car, thinking about how he couldn’t wait to break in his partner’s ass and for him to return the favor. After all, they had a whole town to convert –starting with the boys back at the stations –and those pods didn’t fertilize themselves.

“I could kick your ass,” Martinez said, waking Peterson from his reverie.

“How come,” Peterson asked.

You waited a full hour into the shift before converting me,” Martinez said with a smile and then removed his sunglasses to show the conversion was complete. “So, who’s next?”

Peterson motioned to the clerk who had stepped out of the office to retrieve the mail.

“He doesn’t know it yet, but I left him a very special delivery.”