The Signal Part VIII


Sergeant Jim West let the warm water wash over him. He had his right arm extended in front of him, the veins in his biceps bulging as if his arm was supporting the wall. His left hand worked the soap into a lather on his pecs, six pack abs and then finally his formerly sweaty and now sparkling clean balls and dick. He felt the dirt and fatigue of the day get scrubbed away, dripping down his body to the white tile floor and then down the drain of the army barracks shower.

It hadn’t been all that difficult of a day, truth be told. He had planned to work out with a few of the newbies, making sure they were pushing themselves to the limit, but they had all bailed on him, so he worked out alone with just a few other guys in the gym. Then it was onto a shift babysitting the R&D poindexters –who hadn’t bothered to show up nor told him they would be working on campus today.

Training for an upcoming marathon, he had just finished a long run around the base. Things had been unusually quiet on his run. No recruits being put through their paces on soul-crushing drills. No guys enjoying a little R&R shooting hoops. It was as if the entire base was otherwise committed; unseen, out of view, behind closed doors.

And now, he had the shower room to himself; an unheard-of luxury on a major military base. It should have unnerved him, but Sergeant West couldn’t see the warning signs. Not yet, anyway. Solitude was a rare thing on an army base. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be alone with no one and nothing but his own thoughts.

He lathered some shampoo into his brown hair (kept to an appropriate military length, thank you very much). He had only gotten the gig watching the science nerds because the commander knew Jim had been raised by deaf parents and was therefore fluent in sign language.

Not that he needed to use it all that much anymore. Not since Anderson had got the implants. Anderson was certainly capable of translating for West so that Bonner could understand him. West also knew they both could read lips pretty well. Still, their contract stated that the Army would provide a sign language translator. And Bonner was pretty insistent that West sign. Something about being present in Bonner’s world or some such bullshit. Like being deaf was such a fucking gift or something.

Some gift. West had grown up very cognizant of how much his parents both had to struggle in the hearing world. West was always firmly planted between the hearing and deaf world, translating as needed. From the time he could talk and sign, he was constantly pulled between each of the worlds, never really feeling at home in either of them.

It was exhausting to always be translating one way or the other. It was one of the reasons he had left home and joined the army. And here he was now, assigned to two hearing impaired scientists working on some top-secret project for the military. And once again, Jim found himself straddling the two worlds.

He tried to spend most of the time just outside the lab. West past the time away by doing wall squats, sit ups and push ups. He had never been the type to just stand watch. He was an action man.

He occasionally would catch Anderson watching him. Anderson had even popped a boner once or twice. West would smile and do another dozen crunches and then wink a knowing wink. West was flattered by the attention. And, if he was being completely honest, he had tapped an ass or two when no women were around. A hole was a hole was a hole, after all. And Anderson’s perky little bubble butt was just begging to be pile driven by a stud. West was just the guy to do it, too. It the two were ever alone and the chance presented itself, that is.

“That enough for now little buddy,” he said stroking his semi and then turning the water to cold. The barrack shower was no place for throwing wood. Empty or not.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, made sure little Jimmy was not tenting and then walked into the room he shared with his best bud, Sergeant Trask.


Two soldiers stood in front of Trask’s bed. West couldn’t tell who they were from behind. One of them appeared to be holding something in front of Trask.

Trask had one arm over his head and seemed to be enthralled with whatever they were showing him.


“Hey, Trask. Who are your buddies,” West asked as he stepped into the room –his body still dripping from the shower.

The two soldiers turned to him in synch. Their eyes were glazed over and their smiles were not natural.

“So beautiful,” Trask breathless exclaimed.

It was at that point that West saw what Trask was doing with his other hand. Trask was stroking his dick, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down its impressive shaft.

“Trask, what the fuck?”

“Language, Sergeant West,” came the reply. West looked over at the other twin bed in the room –his bed. Sergeant Major Roarke was sitting at the foot of it.


“I need you to sit down on this bed and let me show you something,” Roarke said.

“Yes, sit down, Jim,” Trask moaned. “It’s so beautiful.”

“He’s ready,” the taller blonde one standing in front of Trask said.

The shorter, dark-haired soldier by Trask passed a phone to Roark as the blonde pulled Trask’s regulation boxers down and bent Trask over between them.


“Connection made,” the taller soldier said as he plunged his dick into Trask’s ass.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Trask said as the second soldier stuffed his mouth with cock that Trask was only too eager to suck.

West starting backing out of the room.

“Sit down on the bed. That’s an order,” Roarke demanded.

“I –I,” West stammered, “I think I left something in the shower.”

He quickly pivoted to turn, slipping on the wet floor. His head hit the damp concrete and everything went dark.

It was the sound of nearby voices that woke him. Though he kept his eyes firmly shut; better to still let them think he was out cold so he could assess the situation.

His legs and arms were tied down to the bed. He could hear equipment pinging and beeping in the background. It didn’t exactly take a genius to realize he was in the infirmary. But why tie him down?

West slowly and cautiously moved both legs and arms. The leather straps were tight. He wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.

“Doctor, Private Shore doesn’t appear to be responding to the input stimulus,” a male voice said.

West could hear the shuffling of papers as if the doctor was consulting a file or chart.

“Interesting,” the doctor murmured. “It would appear that Private Shore suffers from protanopia. You needn’t keep sucking his cock, Lerner.”

“Protanopia, sir,” the other man –now clearly identified as Lerner asked. West could hear him wiping his mouth and face. Private Shore moaned.

“Portanopia, Lerner. Better known as color-blindness. A human condition where the eyes do not detect color. Most likely the reason why Shore here isn’t reacting to the stimuli. Pity.”

The doctor sighed and then said “Dispose of him in the pit with the rest of the rejects.”

“And this one, sir?”

West could feel the heat coming off the male nurse’s body. He was clearly standing over him.

“Concussion. We’ll have to see how it impacts him when he wakes,” the doctor said.

Both left him. He could hear the sound of a medical bed being wheeled out of the room and then silence.

But only briefly; the silence was shattered by a single gunshot. West had heard plenty of gunshots before –on the firing range, during basic training, target practice in the woods behind his house as a kid. This thunderous shot shook him to the core.

The nurse had taken care of the problem once known as Private Shore.


Alec Anderson watched as the military transport pulled off the shoulder and back onto the road leading to the base entrance. It was the third vehicle to stop and check on him. He couldn’t get on the base with out his pass and his best mate Brett Bonner was 15 minutes late to their agreed upon meet up spot. Alec had pulled over and put on the emergency flashers for his 2019 Toyota Camry hybrid. He had even opened the dark blue hood of the car, hoping to make it look like he was having car trouble and not arouse any suspicion from the base.

Soldiers all being a helpful lot, many had pulled over to see if he needed any help. He had tried his best to communicate with them without sign language. He tried to sound out “Triple A” but knew it probably came out as “tipple, eh.” One by one the good Samaritans had all nodded, got back into their cars and continued onto the base.

To pass the time, Alec had been watching trucks, jeeps and cars going in and out of the base. Every so often, a vehicle would be motioned to pull off behind the guard building. Alec started keeping track. 10 minutes and then the car would pull back out from behind the building and continue on. He had a hunch what was happening to the drivers of each of those vehicles when they complied with orders to pull around behind the guard building.


All it would take is a few guards –one to restrain the target while another showed them the captivating and pretty lights and sounds. God, the memory of it was making Alec hard.

And while the one soldier held the device in place in front of the latest victim, once the struggling stopped, the other soldier could reach in front of the man, unbutton his pants and pull pant and underwear down, thus beginning the final connection. A few thrusts and one literally mind-blowing orgasm later, they would help their latest recruit redress and send him on his way with instructions to spread the signal.

It was a model of efficiency. Just enough to quickly spread the Signal on the base without arousing suspicion. One recruit would become two, two would become four, four would become 16. It would spread rapidly and before anyone was the wiser, the entire base would be secure.

God damn it, where the hell was Brett?

He was about to give up and turn back around when Brett’s red pick up pulled up behind him.

Alec looked at the truck through the rear view mirror for any signs that something was off. Brett got out of the truck, ran his fingers through his hair and walked over to Alec’s car.

Alec paused a minute before opening the door. Was he just being paranoid or was Brett’s hair that dishelved?

“Where the fuck have you been,” he signed, opening the door and getting out of his car.

“Stuck in your bedroom closet while your roommate and a bunch of other guys kept…”

“Processing. They were processing people by fucking them,” Alec answered. “Force them to watch something until they stop struggling and then it begins.”

Brett nodded. Alec couldn’t tell if Brett was genuinely shaken up. He had essentially watched them rape eight guys until they stopped struggling and became active participants in their own violation. Was he being paranoid?

“Did you get it,” Alec signed his question.

Brett produced the lanyard containing his key card.

“Why aren’t we affected,” Brett asked after handing over the keycard.

“Working theory,” “Alec signed after putting the lanyard around his neck. “Since we can only see, it can’t full take over our minds. The images aren’t enough, but they are sufficient to make us compliant.”

“But your implants” Brett asked.

“Shorted out while my roommate was sucking my cock,” Alec signed. “If they hadn’t, I would have gladly let him merge with me. God help me, but right before everything went silent, it had a hold on me and I welcomed it.”

“What now?”

“Follow me. I’ll sign you in. We’ll say you left your card in the lab. You’ve done it before. They should be used to it.”

“And then what,” Brett signed before turning suddenly because something caught his attention.

A police car with its lights flashing pulled up behind Brett’s truck.

Alec slammed the hood of his car down, got in and started the car. He gave a thumbs up to Brett.

Brett walked over to his truck. Alec watched him nod to the cop before getting in his car.

Brett followed closely behind him as they pulled into lane four. Private Mitchell, a big, beefy blonde from somewhere in the Midwest (Milwaukee, was it?) would be on shift. Alec did his best to verbalize the predicament, taking care to sound out each and every word even though he knew it probably made him sound drunk.

Mitchell had laughed and waved both cars through. Alec watches as Brett waved and nodded to Mitchell.

The lab was located in the middle of the base, nestled between a mess hall, an infirmary and several barracks. Alec drove slowly. The base was devoid of its usual activities. It unnerved him.

He pulled into his assigned parking spot and Brett pulled up along side him. Far to close to the driver side door. Almost as if he didn’t want Alec to be able to get out.

Alec through his car in reverse. He slammed on the brakes and before Brett could counter the move, opened the car door and jumped out.

Alec was shaking and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. This was contrasted by how calm, slow and methodical Brett climbed out of his truck.

“When did you know,” he signed and then laughed. “It was Mitchell at the entrance, wasn’t it?”

Alec shook his head and then signed. “You had your back to oncoming traffic. I saw the cop car, but you heard it. How?”

“WE fixed me,” Brett signed and then spoke. “WE can fix you, too. You had a taste of pleasure from belonging. It can be like that all the time. WE can be one.”

Had whatever controlling Brett learned from its mistakes? How could pulses of light and sound learn? It would have to be some sort of sentient being to be able to learn from its mistakes. The scientist in him was curious at the scientific uncertainty. The man in him, however, was certain. The thing that looked and talked like Brett was not his friend.

“Think about things rationally, Alec,” Brett said. “You can’t win. There is nowhere for you to run. We have already begun to spread out across the globe. By morning, WE will be all that is left.”

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Brett reached into his jacket for something. Alec knew it was probably a cell phone, but he didn’t stick around to make sure. He ran towards the infirmary. He didn’t bother to look behind him. He knew Brett was following him. He ran into the first patient room he came to, slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Alec, Alec, Alec. Open up and let US in. Let’s finish this. WE…miss you,” Brett said.

Alec pushed some heavy medical equipment in front of the door and quickly scanned the room for something he might arm himself with. A two-bed room, the privacy curtain was pulled back from the one station and the bed was gone. The other curtain was closed and Alec quickly realized he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Poor, frightened Alec. So afraid to make a move on his roommate. On his best friend. On…” Brett paused as if scanning a bank of memories. “On…Sergeant West. Yes. WE can give you Sergeant West. All you have to do is open the door and accept US. It doesn’t even hurt, WE promise.”

Alec ignored the words from the creature that had been his former friend. He crept slowly across the room to the curtain and quickly pulled it back.

“Sergeant West,” he sounded out.

West was tied down to the bed and very, very much naked. Alec felt his face flush.

“Anderson…what the fuck is going on? Untie me before they come back.”

“First, tell me what happened,” Alec signed. He had to be sure.

“Fucking untie, me, dude!”

“What if you are one of them?”

“Would I be tied down if I were one of them?” West demonstrated just how helpless he was by pulling on the restraints. Alec remained unmoved.

“Look, I came out of the shower to find two soldiers holding my roommate down and showing him something. They started fucking him. The Major Sergeant was there, too. He ordered me to lie down on my bed. I slipped and must have hit my head and knocked myself out. I came to here, tied to the bed.”

West spoke slow so that Alec could read his lips. He told him everything including playing opossum and the nurse disposing of Private Shore after they failed to convert him.

Color blindness. Deaf. Two instances in which the Signal failed to take hold and, if Alec was right, West’s brain swelling from his concussion would be a third inhibitor. He quickly untied West and then tossed him a hospital gown.

“What happened to your implants,” West asked.

“No time to explain. Can you get me to silo 14,” Alec quickly signed.

“We’re both gonna need to find some OCPs if you want to move through the base undetected,” West signed, actually glad for once to be able to speak with his hands.


West forgot he was talking with a civie. “Camouflage. Operational Camouflage Patterns. We call them OCPs.”

“And where do we get them,” Alec signed.

“The Attic,” West signed, and then added, “It’s not really an attic, it’s what we call the clothing store on base.”

West peeked out the shades of the window. The Attic was diagonal across from the infirmary.  The coast was clear –for now. They would have to be quick though. He opened the window as quietly as he could. He helped Alec onto the window sill and then down to the ground some six feet. Then he lowed himself down.

Having made sure it was still a clear shot to the Attic, he signed “Run!”

The pair made it to the door of the clothing store. West peered inside. Two soldiers were fucking behind the counter. If they were quiet, they might not notice them.


He slowly opened the door and they quietly entered. They ducked behind one of the shelves of clothing. West reached up and grabbed two pairs of 32 inch waist camouflage pants. He tossed one pair over to Alec and slipped the other pair on.

Alec hesitated.

“Just put them on, dude,” West signed. This was not the time to be bashful.

Alec quickly pulled down his jogging pants and stepped out of them.

“Tighty-whiteys, really,” West signed with a smirk.

“Fuck off,” Alec signed back, quickly buttoning the pants.

West quickly peeked over the shelves. The couple were still fucking. He quickly crawled over to the next aisle and grabbed two khaki t-shirts and then finally two pairs of boots.

Miraculously, everything fit West. Alec was not so lucky. The boots were about two sizes too big and the shirt hung on him. It would have to do for now.

They both crept out of the store and West went to the first Jeep he could find. Of course, the keys were in it (no one would steal a Jeep on base). Alec was no sooner in the passenger seat and the two men emerged from the Attic and ran towards the car.\

“So much for blending in and being undetected,” West said as he gunned it and peeled out.

West grabbed Alec by the neck. “Keep your head down, genius,” he spoke slowly so Alec could read his lips. “They are going to start firing on us.”

As West quickly zipped through the base, he glanced all around him. It looked like some carnal Armageddon.  Soldiers grabbing other soldiers and forcing them down on the ground; using cell phones, laptops and other devices to quickly make them docile and then literally fuck them into total submission.

The silo Alec had mentioned was on the other side of the base, hidden in a small mountain. Other jeeps were quickly following them. Why hadn’t he thought to grab some sort of ammunition? They were unarmed.

“How close are we,” Alec signed.

“About a mile out, why,” West responded slowly.

“Turn around and head back toward them,” Alec signed as he searched for something in his backpack.

“Anderson, have you lost your fucking mind,” West retorted.

“Just do it. And let me know when we are about two miles away from the silo.”

West did a 180 and turned the jeep around.  One of their advisories turned too sharply, causing the jeep to roll. The two other jeeps came to a complete stop and then turned and began to pursue them again.

“What’s the plan, Anderson,” West said with some urgency as he eyed the fleet of jeeps they were heading towards and the two coming up from behind through the rear-view mirror.

“How far from the silo,” Alec asked.

“One and a half miles,” West replied. “Keep going?”

“Keep going,” Alec signed.

“I always loved a good game of chicken,” West mumbled to himself.

Anderson glanced at the trip odometer. Just a little bit further!

The distance slowly ticked up. Several Jeeps swerved to avoid hitting them.

“Hit the brakes,” Alec shouted as the trip odometer hit the two-mile mark.

Alec pulled the pin on the last of his EMP grenades and threw it as far as he could.

Enthralled soldiers surrounded the jeep. West through his hands in the air.

There was a small explosion followed by a wave of electromagnetic air pushes past them. Jeeps came to a sudden stop. Bodies were still in motion and flew from vehicles. The soldiers that had been surrounding the vehicle collapsed in heaps all around them.

Wide-eyed and shocked, West turned to Alec.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Three years of research and a second field test,” Alec signed with a smile.

West turned the key in the ignition as Alec grabbed his arm.

“Nothing in a two-mile radius is going to work,” Alec signed, hopping out of the vehicle.

“You coming,” Alec continued.

West could see up a head in the far distance that soldiers out of the blast range had already started to make their way toward them.

“Two miles, double-time” he signed as he began to run. “Try and keep up.”

As they ran toward their goal of the mountain-base silo, West couldn’t help but admire Anderson’s form. Nerd or not, he was a pretty decent runner. The life or death situation and the adrenaline no doubt were helping.

“I would have never taken you as the runner type,” West signed.

Alec nodded. “Thank God I’ve been preparing for the marathon.”

West stopped. “No shit?”

Alec turned.

“We actually have something in common,” West said with a smile. “Race you to the finish, nerd.”

Alec could feel the burn in his legs, but he managed to keep up.

They approached the entrance. It was a keypad entry. West frowned. They were screwed.

Alec calmly walked over to the keypad and entered a sequence of numbers. They heavy door opened.

“Always program a back-door entry,” he signed.

He ran over to the one the keyboards and began typing furiously.

“Once I execute these commands, we’ll have about 10 minutes to get out that door before the EMP goes off and this becomes a tomb,” Alec signed. “Make a run into the mountain. We just have to avoid being captured for 10 minutes, soldier.”

“What happens in 10 minutes,” West asked.

Alec pointed to the computer screen showing a map of the world. He couldn’t chance the signal some how surviving, so he’d have to knock out all electronics worldwide. He had just quickly programmed several missiles from various bases throughout the world to go over in a sequence that would allow EMPs to ripple across the globe, effectively beginning another dark ages.

“Are you sure about this? You’re going to kill a lot of innocent people,” West asked, thinking of planes dropping out of the sky, people in hospitals on life-support suddenly having their electronic plugs pulled and all his fellow soldiers dropping like flies.

“What choice do we have,” Alec signed.

West knew he was right. He sighed.

“Do it.”

Alec entered the launch sequence and they both ran for the door. They didn’t stop running until they were high into the mountain. When the emp detonated, the force of the wave knocked both of them over.  The lights of the base went out.

When West picked himself up, his ears were ringing. He wasn’t sure if it was a temporary side-effect, but there was nothing but silence all around him.

He ran over to Anderson and shook him.

Alec slowly came to. “How was your first time? Did the earth move for you? It did for me,” he signed with a smile.

West helped him to his feet and they slowly and cautiously began to descend the mountain back towards the base.

The bodies of brain-dead soldiers –many naked and frozen in the midst of carnal pleasure –were everywhere West looked.

They silently walked the five miles into town along a highway marked with dead cars. A few people untouched by the signal stood by the side of their vehicles, trying to make sense of what had transpired.

“Where to now,” West signed as they finally reached the center of the town. It was as lifeless as the base had been. “We can’t exactly stay here.”

Alec thought about it a bit as they continued to walk. He and West were the only ones alive to know the truth. To the rest of the world, what Alec had done would no doubt be considered an act of terrorism.

“We both kind of need to disappear,” Alec signed.

“Where ever we go, Anderson, we go together,” he signed and then grabbed Alec’s hand.

“How are your rowing skills,” Alec signed, letting go of West’s hands.

“Growing up, I practically lived on a lake in Wisconsin.”

“My uncle is –or was, I guess I’m not sure if he survived this – a doomsday prepper,” Alec signed. “He owned an isolated compound on Catalina Island.  What would you say to building a new life together in a little cabin in the woods,” Alec signed with a smile.

“You had me at ‘isolated compound,’ Anderson,” West said with a laugh.

“There is one more thing,” Alec stopped and turned.

“Yes,” West signed.

“Call me Alec.”

West nodded. “Jim.”

West had been right about Alec’s perky little ass. But that, perhaps is a story for another time.


So,  gentle reader: if you happened to find yourself reading this on something other than in ink and on paper, you might just want to think about turning off that computer. Power down that tablet. Throw that iPhone in a drawer. Get out there and live your life, because if you don’t, you just might find something out there willing to live it for you.

The Signal III


Alec Anderson sat in the student lounge of the Parkerson Residence Hall trying to will himself to stay awake and finish another chapter of the book Professor Kripke had assigned for the English Lit class. There was nothing worse than assigned reading for a required class that had absolutely nothing to do with his major. He didn’t really see the point why he had to take English classes at all. His major was electrical engineering. It was a subject he knew he had excelled at, which is why Professor Lavin had hired him to work alongside him on a special project as part of some military research Lavin was doing for the federal government.

In fact, the special project paid exceptionally well and he was earning credit toward his degree. The stuffy reading assignment? It had no payout for him that he could see. And it didn’t help that the dorm floor was bursting with activity. Ashton and Aaron, the twins in 6D, sounded like they and their jock friends were in the midst of another kegger. The speed metal music coming from their room seemed to be causing the walls in the lounge to even pulsate and shake.

Alec counted the pages left. 20. He sighed, set the book down for a second and turned off his hearing implants. Most of the time, he felt his deafness held him back. Since he had gotten the implants, he no longer needed an ASL interpreter and a speech therapist had helped him, though he still spoke with a weird accent and had trouble sounding out words with an “r” in them.

His best friend Brett still hadn’t forgiven him for going through with the surgery. He didn’t understand why Alec felt like he had to be part of the hearing world. Brett hadn’t understood that the implants gave Alec the best of both worlds. He could silence the noise with just a turn of a nob on each of the implants.

He no longer heard the shitty metal music (though he could still feel the vibrations). In the absence of all sounds, he was once again plunged into a world of nothingness that he had known all-too-well for the first 18 years of his life.

Still, it came in handy when he needed to power through the last few pages of the assignment. It was well past midnight by the time he turned the final page. The vibrations coming from the room next to the lounge had stopped a few moments ago (no doubt due to the R.A. cracking down on loud noise after midnight.

Alec closed the book, yawned and stretched. He packed up his things into his backpack and then turned his ears back on.


The quiet should have been a warning. Alec was too tired to notice, though. He sleepily exited the lounge and headed to the 6H, the room he shared with his secret crush, Jake Johnson. With a little luck, Jake might be already asleep. Alec might be able to rub one out watching his roommate who always slept naked on top of the covers; his swimmers build just egging on Alec. The thought of just one forbidden touch was usually enough to have Alec blow his wad. He opened the door to his room and was immediately disappointed to find his roommate awake and fully clothed.

“Does it seem kinda quiet to you,” Alec asked his roommate.

Jake looked up from the book he was reading. “You sure you got your ears on?”


“Yes, asshole,” Alec said, dropping his backpack by the desk on his side of the room. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s midterms, dude. People are probably studying. Something I need to do a bit more of tonight.”

Alec grabbed his shower kit and towel. “I’ll leave you to it. I’m gonna go shower.”

“More like beat off in the shower,” Jake mumbled to himself as Alec left him to his studying.

But Alec had been right –he just didn’t know it yet. Something was off in the dorm and it was slowly spreading beginning with the twins in 6D, who had been releasing a little midterm stress by cranking up the speed metal. Just shortly before midnight,  Ashton received a text message from his best mate Tony Treavor. twins signal1

“U won’t believe who I just banged,” the text read and including a link.

Like most twins, Ashton and Aaron shared everything and he didn’t think twice about showing the text to his brother.

“Oh, dewd,” Aaron exclaimed. “He beat you to that hot redhead from science class”.

Aaron nudged his brother. “Guess you’ll have to settle for sloppy seconds on pussy! Again!”

“Shut up, asshole,” Ashton pushed his brother back.

He looked down at his phone. “It might be that blonde,” Ashton muttered hopefully under his breath.

“Won’t know until you click that fuckin’ link, bro.”

Ashton was initially relieved to see that it was not in fact the red headed coed from Geology.

“Wh—aat the fuck,” Ashton said as the pulsating blue signal found its way into his brain.

“The light……its sooo….urp…pretty…,” Aaron exclaimed. “Can’t look away…sooo, sooo pretty.”

The screen seemed to pulsate with lights and colors, but the speed metal was drowning out the sound. Aaron kept close watch on his brother’s iPhone and moved in closer.

It was trying to tell him something –tell them both something. What was it? Aaron could almost make it out. Something truly important. Something he and Ashton needed to hear. It would feel so much better once he could hear it.

Without looking away, he reached over and fumbled until his hand found the power button and switch the stereo off.

There was an explosion of erotic sound that seemed to worm its way into both boys’ brains and reverberate down through their entire muscular, teen bodies.

Ashton had never been so turned on before in his life. The jealous vision of Tony banging the red headed chick from class quickly evaporated into a scene in which Tony was fucking the shit out of…a guy?  Someone who looked just like Ashton.

Aaron? It was the story of Ashton’s life. Sloppy seconds again.

“Fall in, bro,” Aaron urged his twin, his voice soft and seemingly far, far away. “Gotta keep watching. Sooooo beautiful. Fuuuuuck.”

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Had Ashton been able to turn and see what his brother was up to, he probably would have been revolted. Aaron had pushed down his gym shorts and Calvin Kleins.

The signal, as if realizing Ashton’s dismay, immediately adjusted its sounds to coddle and embrace him. Deep and resonating, Ashton soon agreed that it was comforting to just let the sights and sounds wash over him.

Ashton was falling into the signal’s embrace good and proper now.  Even if Ashton wanted to resist, he couldn’t now. He didn’t want to. It had its hooks into both of the identical twins.

The twins stood motionless as their brains cooked.  Independent thoughts fleeing, all replaced by the certainty of the signal and the pleasure of yielding fully to it.

Aaron helped his twin brother undress. It seemed essential that they allow the sights and sounds of the signal to bathe them completely. Nothing could impede it in all its glory.

For his part, Ashton offered up no resistance. He raised his arms up so that his brother could pull his tee off and kept his arms raised as Aaron reached from behind to grab the waistband of Ashton’s gym shorts. His uncut, seven-inch cock smacked up against his taut abs as his brother pushed his gym shorts and Polo underwear down.

“Much better,” Aaron said.

“Much better,” Ashton echoed.

They both sat on Aaron’s bed. They hadn’t been together in the same bed since before kindergarten. When Aaron’s hairy leg touched the side of Ashton’s thigh, it was as if a circuit had been completed. The signal seemed to course through both of them in one beautiful, mind numbing loop. Aaron began to jack his cock.

twin signal

It was as if Aaron was jacking Ashton off. Ashton could feel his brother’s calloused hand moving up and down on his own cock.

Both twins could feel the ball juice building up in their nuts. They came simultaneously –Ashton without even touching himself. It was a gift for their obedience to the signal. It promised them they would always share in its pleasures equally. No more jealousy.

The twins moved as one unit now. They stood and pulled up each other’s gym shorts and underwear.

They moved toward their dorm room door.

“Dewd…” Aaron said, stopping.

Ashton also stopped and turned his head robotically toward his twin.

“Don’t forget the phone.”

Ashton grabbed the phone from off the bed as Aaron opened the door. The pair stepped into the hallway and made their way to 6E.

Neil Brahm –Brahmy to his bros — was right in the middle of taking a massive hit from his bong when he heard the knock on his door.

“Jus a sec,” Neil said, leaping to his feet.

Fearing it was the R.A. who always seemed to be more than willing to write his ass up for smoking weed in his room, he quickly grabbed the can of air freshener and sprayed it all around the room.

He opened the door and was surprised to see it was the twins from next door.

“You dudes need something,” he asked.


“As a matter of fact, we do,” Aaron replied as Ashton and he made their way into Neil’s room and closed the door.

Neil wasn’t sure if it was the pot that was making him paranoid, but there was something off about the two dudes from next door.

“You two want to spark up,” he asked.

“We have something so much better,” Aaron said.

“So, so much better,” Ashton said, completing the thought as he raised his phone to Neil’s eye level.

Neil was bathed in the warm glow of the blue lights and sounds beaming from Ashton’s phone. Something else other than pot was fogging up his brain and he had to admit the twins were right. It was so, so much better.


It felt like the best high of his life. Neil would do anything the signal wanted. He didn’t even flinch as the twins placed a hand on each of his shoulders and gentle guided him down onto his knees.


The twins both took turns sharing their new plaything, fucking Neil in the mouth and ass for the rest of the night.

Cam’s Camera

Photographer Cam Phillips looked at the teen skater sitting
on the couch in Cam’s studio and could hardly believe his luck at how easy it
had been to lure the kid here. The lad had come up to him as Cam sat on a bench
next to the skate park. Though he was only a few years older than the teen boys
skating in the park, Cam felt he looked less conspicuous having his trusted
digital camera by his side. While he had been there to boy watch, he did take
the occasional picture gave him an air of legitimacy. And truth be told, he did
sell the occasional shot to Thrasher Magazine.

“Dude, why are you taking pics of me,” the teen asked as he
skated over to him.

Cam knew he was busted, but he couldn’t help himself. With
his dark hair and brooding eyes; he looked a bit like the actor Dave Franco. Cam
had been content to snap a few shots of the teen skating for his personal spank
bank, but now the kid was talking to him and it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass

“Cam Phillips,” Cam had replied, offering his hand. “I occasionally
shoot for a few mags. Thrasher and a few others.”

The teen’s face had lit up then.

“Do you think they’re going to put me in the zine?”

“Well, it’s not up to me, it’s up to the editors. You do
have a look, though. What’s your name?”


“Gauge what?”

“Just Gauge,” the teen replied with a sheepish smile

“Well, Just Gauge, I will need you to come back to my studio
and sign a few release forms before I can even submit your photos. Do you have some
time right now?” 

“Nothin’ goin’ down at the moment,” Gauge answered. 

“Have you ever thought about modeling,” Cam asked as the
pair walked down the block towards his studio. “You’re a bit too short for
runway, but you’ve got the look for print. And I’m not talking about Target
ads. High-end magazines. Hollister, Tom Ford, maybe even Calvin Klein.” 

“My girlfriend tried to get me into it once.”

“Oh,” Cam had replied with some surprise. “What happened?”

“It wasn’t for me. The photographer was a bit…handsy, you

“Sorry to hear that happened to you. If you’re game, I’d like
to have you sign the release form and then let me take a couple of candid shots.
And I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he had said with a laugh.

And now Gauge sat on the couch in Cam’s studio –naïve and
unsuspecting as Cam fiddled with the special flash of his own design.

“Just about set up,” Cam said, turning back toward the teen.
“Are you ready to get started?”

“What should I do,” Gauge asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing. Just act natural. Relax and smile for the camera.”

The flash went off on cue, dazing Gauge

“It’s bright. Is it supposed to be that bright?”

Cam turned back to the flash umbrella and pretended to make
a few more adjustments and then returned to dutifully take a dozen or so pictures.

Each time the flash went off, Gauge’s pupils would dilate.
He could almost make out a word written in the flash of light.

“Now give me attitude, pout, wide smile. Stop stop stop.
You’re thinking too hard about posing. You need to clear your mind.”

Cam turned the special flash towards Gauge.

“Look right here. That’s it. Watch the light.” 


Gauge’s pupils dilated and he blinked involuntarily.


“Keep your eyes open and keep looking at the light. That’s


“Feel its warm glow
bathing you in relaxing light. All cares and thoughts just drifting away.
That’s it Gauge. That’s it.”

A series of bright flashes, followed by Cam’s soothing
talking, soon had the would-be model melting into the back of the couch into a
deep state of relaxation. 

“Doing great, Gauge. Why don’t you pull up your shirt and
show me that treasure trail? You can do that for me, can’t you bud? I know you
said no shirtless pics, but you look so hot and it will allow you to relax even
more. You want to relax more, don’t you?”

“Relax more…yessss,” Gauge slurred. He mindlessly lifted up
his shirt and popped open the first couple of buttons on his jeans.

Cam took a few more shots, all the while cooing about what a
great job Gauge was doing, how hot the photos were and how relaxed and at easy
Gauge appeared to be.

Gauge had to admit, he was starting to feel really good.
Kind of like how he felt after he took a deep drag off a blunt.

“Let’s lose the shirt completely,” Cam ordered.

Gauge hesitated. 

The flash went off again in a succession of bursts of light
that seemed to invade Gauge’s brain.

“Tell you what: if it will make you feel more comfortable, I’ll
take off my shirt, too.” Cam offered, removing his shirt before the teen could
even agree.

Another round of flashes and Gauge found himself shucking
his shirt. It was only reasonable. Cam was going out of his way to make him feel
so comfortable. And he did feel…so comfortable. It made sense to be shirtless.

In fact, Gauge was finding it increasingly easy to comply
with any of Cam’s directions. Stand shirtless and look sexy? Sure. Gauge could
do that.

Cam watched the teen fall under his spell, alternating
between snapping a picture to capture Gauge’s slide down and massaging his now rock-hard

“You’re doing really great Gauge. You’re really turning me
on. It would be even hotter if you sat back down on the couch and get a couple
of shots in your underwear.”

Gauge struggled for a minute. A voice in the back of his
head was telling him that it was wrong to drop trou in front of another guy,
but after a few more flashes, any resistance seemed to melt away and Gauge’s
hands pushed down his jeans. 

“It feels so good to comply,” Cam said and Gauge felt
himself agree the minute Cam said it. It was almost as if Cam was inside his


Gauge almost hated to admit it, but it felt so good to
mindlessly follow Cam’s orders, that he was starting to get aroused.

“That is so hot,” Cam said.

And with every flash, Gauge realized he was getting even
harder and hornier.

When Cam told him to, he pulled down his briefs and stepped
out of both them and his jeans.

Cam grabbed the teen’s cock and looked in his eyes. Gauge
was completely zonked by Cam’s hypno flash.

“Now the real fun begins,” Cam exclaimed.

Gauge was drifting a million miles away. He could see what
was happening but was powerless to stop it. Did he even want to stop it from
happening, though?

Cam licked Gauge’s shaft and the teen shuddered with
pleasure and when Cam wrapped his lips around Gauge’s cock, Gauge heard himself
mutter “so good.”

In addition to Cam’s hypno skills, he prided himself on being
a four-star cocksucker. Gauge was soon lost in pure ecstasy, moaning like a
bitch in heat. He was incapable of a clear thought of his own. His mind was
completely on his dick and what the flash (and Cam) were telling him. He gladly
lowered Cam’s khakis, reached into the waistband of Cam’s grey Calvin’s, fished
out Cam’s cock and began jerking it.

Gauge from the skatepark would never have jerked off a buddy
–no matter how stoned he was or how good a mate. That Gauge was a million miles
away from here and Gauge was on auto-pilot.

“I made you feel so good, you want to return the favor,” Cam
ordered. “Go on, you know you want to suck my dick. That’s it. Just put it in
your mouth and let nature take its course. You’ll know what to do.”

Had Gauge been even remotely alert, he would have probably
been surprised that Cam was right. He was soon polishing the knob like an old

He was a bit too good. Cam pushed him off his dick.“Damn, baby, you are good, but I don’t want to cum too quick.”

Cam turned the teen around to face the light again.

Gauge found himself sinking even deeper. It felt so good. He
couldn’t see how anything would ever feel better than this.

And then Cam dove his tongue deep inside Gauge’s virgin ass.

“Make some noise for me. Tell me how much you love it,” Cam
demanded as he came up briefly for air.

“Fucking eat my hole. It feels so fucking good, dude.”

Cam’s tongue was followed by a finger, then another. 

“That’s it, baby. Stare into that pretty light and relax that hole for me. Damn, that is a tight little ass.”

Gauge was soon arching his back and thrusting back onto Cam’s digits.

When Cam felt Gauge was loosened up enough, he spun the teen
around and thrust his nine-inch cock up the willing lad’s ass.

The pain from the sudden anal deflowering was enough to
bring Gauge out of his lust-filled reverie.

“What the fuck,” he exclaimed as he tried to extract himself
from the monster log thrusting in and out of his ass.

“You’ve come too far now, Gauge,” Cam said, spinning the boy
around while still impaled on Cam’s fuck stick. “Deep breaths and look into the

Gauge tried to resist. Cam held his hips in place, thrusting
his cock in and out of Gauge’s ass.

“Keep looking into the light. I just need to find your
button and everything will start feeling good. A little bit of pain, but a lot
of pleasure.”

It made sense. He was a slave to the camera and a slave to Cam. Gauge suddenly shuddered and felt a “ping” in his brain.  Cam knew he had hit the teen’s prostate.

Any remaining resistance seemed to melt away into the soft, white light of the photographer’s flash.

He loved his modeling sessions with Cam. Thrust. Flash

The old Gauge was gone. In his place, a submissive fucktoy.
Thrust. Flash. Agree.

He couldn’t wait to bring his friends over for their own
modeling sessions. Thrust. Flash. Agree.

He blew his load across his chest at the thought of bringing
his best buds Mickey and Dave for a session. He wasn’t sure about Dave, but he could tell from the bulge in Mickey’s board shorts that he was seriously packing. The camera was going to love him and Mickey was going to love the camera. 

It only took Cam a few more thrusts before he dumped his
major load up his latest fucktoy’s ass.

He caught his breath and then –as his cum leaked out the
teen’s ass—couldn’t help but place the teen in one final hypno pose.

When Gauge regained consciousness, he was fully dressed and
back on the couch. Cam continued to take a few more shots, telling him what a
natural he was.

 Gauge could only smile and agree.


“Remind me what we’re testing today, doc” Tanner Brock asked the professor whom he knew was sitting behind the two-way mirror, monitoring the test.

“It’s a new aroma we’ve designed for soldiers suffering from PTSD,” the professor’s voice boomed out from the hidden speaker. “It’s designed to calm and relax the user.”

Tanner eyed the small device on the couch to the left of him.

The curious little object sprayed a fine green mist out the minute Tanner got close to it.

“Was it supposed to do that,” Tanner asked, rubbing his nose.

“That’s quite normal. Just take a couple of deep breaths in. That’s it. You’re going good, Tanner.”

Frankly, Tanner didn’t care what the latest test was as long as he got his $300 for an hour of his time after it was done. Between the psychology department experiment, donating plasma and jizzing into a cup down at the sperm bank, Tanner was able to eke out a pretty good living when still going to classes. Enough to keep him in pizza and beer anyway.

“Alright, I want to you take another couple of deep breaths.”

Tanner inhaled deeply. Shit, if all he had to do is stand here and breath in and out for an hour, this was going to be the easiest $300 he ever made.

“The aroma levels in the room are at 30 percent. You should be able to smell it now. Take another deep breath in for me and describe it,” the unseen research professor said.

Tanner took another deep breath in. The aroma seemed to numb and tickle as he inhaled through his nose.

“It smells kind of musky,” he said.

“Take another deep breath in. Do you find the smell unpleasant?”

Tanner inhaled again. “No. It kind of reminds me of the locker room. Is it warm in here all of a sudden?”

“The room temperature is 72 degrees as it was in the beginning of our test. Take another deep breath in for me.”

Tanner found himself obeying the professor’s order even as he tugged uncomfortably on his shirt.

The smell was starting to get to him now. He was burning up. It didn’t panic him, however. Other than being a bit hot, all he could seem to think of was being back in the locker room. He wished he was there now. He felt like he was sweating like he always did after a good workout. It always felt so good to strip out of his clothes and feel the gym a.c. on his body.

“Take another deep breath in, Tanner.”

Tanner did as instructed. The smell was overwhelming him. He felt lightheaded. His muscles seemed to relax and burn at the same time. His clothes seemed to constrict around his tight, athletic body.

“That’s it. That’s it. Good boy. Let the aroma take over.”

“Soooo warm,” Tanner said, slurring his word.

“Take another deep breath for me, boy. That’s it. That’s it. Take off your shirt and unbutton your pants.”

Tanner took another two breaths in. It felt like his brain was melting. His hands moved ad if on autopilot and he began to lift his shirt over his head before stopping himself. Something wasn’t right.

“Another breath, Tanner. NOW.”

Tanner inhaled again. His head was floating now. It was hard to concentrate on anything but what the professor was telling him.

“You want to feel the aroma all over you. Take of your shirt and unbutton your pants.”

Tanner tossed his black shirt to the floor and lowered his jeans. The voice was right. It felt so right to feel the aroma spreading over his skin. It was like a gentle caress or massage. It felt good. Sexy, even.  Tanner started to get hard. He covered his crotch with his hands.

“You don’t want to cover up that beautiful body, Boy. Take another deep breath in. That’s it. Perfect. You want to show it off.  Take off your jeans. Show everyone in the locker room what you’re packing.”

Tanner lowered his jeans and kicked them off. He turned to show off his erection in his boxer shorts.  His was rock hard and damn horny. He no longer cared who knew it.

He kept breathing in and out, rubbing the gas into his beefy thighs, his six-pack abs, his neck and his face. It was the most wonderful smell in the world and he needed to get it all over him. 

He tore off his black boxers. It felt good to be standing there naked, letting the aroma wash all over him. He wanted it all over his body and inside of him. Tanner spread his asscheeks and could feel the sweet, sweet gas invading his hole. It was almost as if the aroma was fucking him. It felt so good, he felt his dick burp out a bit of pre-cum. Tanner moaned.

The door to the testing room opened and Tanner looked up to see a strange figure wearing a gas mask come in. He calmly took Tanner out of the testing room and into another room. The young professor took off the gas mask, tossing it aside. He pushed Tanner face down into the bed that was in the room. 

Tanner was about to protest, but the professor twisted the cap off a small, brown bottle and shoved it into Tanner’s nose.

Tanner inhaled the familiar aroma and felt himself immediately relax. He smiled a dopey grin and buried his head into the pillow.

“As you can see,” the professor turned, speaking directly into the camera. “The R-G, or orgy gas, has rendered the subject totally compliant. A few puffs of the gas in its liquid form, distributed every five to ten minutes into the subject’s nasal passages, are enough to keep the subject in a blissful, euphoric state during which he will do anything asked of him.”

The professor calmly laid out several sex toys as Tanner continued to grind his dick into the bed.

“I plan to demonstrate in this recording that if one stimulates the subject to orgams via the anal cavity, the ensuing orgasm renders the effects of the gas permanent. We begin with just my finger.”

Tanner felt the invasion of his ass.

“Relax, Tanner. I am just helping push more of the lovely aroma into the part of your body where you need it most.”

Tanner moaned and thrust his ass up to push the finger further in.

“Good boy, Tanner. You want to help me loosen your ass up so we can get more of that aroma inside of you.”

The professor smiled and looked directly into the camera.

“The subject is experiencing increased pleasure. Let’s step this up to show what Orgy gas can really do, shall we?”

The professor picked up a black, cylindrical device with wires that led to a battery pack. He quickly lubed it up.

“Moving onto the electronic anal stimulator. Tanner, my good boy: take another hit off your bottle.”

“Yessss, sir,” Tanner said, inhaling the sweet, sweet aroma. His face became flushed and a sexual hunger grew within him. He thrust his ass up.

“Notice how the subject’s ass offers no resistance. It merely sucks the device in. Your ass is hungry, isn’t it Tanner?”

“Soooo hungry,” Tanner said, drooling onto the pillow.

“And ‘pop’ goes his cherry,” the professor said with a laugh as Tanner took the entire device up into his hole.

“Pop goes the cherry,” Tanner said, giggling.

“Let’s start him out easy on level four. The device is vibrating lightly –a tingle, really– on the subject’s prostate. The subject is feeling pleasure. The endorphins that are being released in his brain, are combining with the orgy gas in a slight chemical reaction that is rendering him further pliable to my will. Isn’t that right, Tanner?”

“Yesss, sir. Oh, God it feels so good!”

“We are going to gradually increase the speed of the vibrations. Tanner, be a good boy and take another huff.”

Tanner inhaled again from the small bottle as the anal assault continued. The device seemed to be stroking a button within his ass. He was raising and lowering his ass, rubbing his rock hard cock against the bed sheets. They were becoming slick with his precum.

“The subject appears ready and willing for the next device,” the professor said with a smile, showing the dildo to the camera.

The professor applied more lube to Tanner’s hole and tried to push the dildo in, but it wasn’t going in so easily.

“Tanner, take another hit of that wonderful aroma and then reach back with your hands and pull your asscheeks apart,” the professor ordered.

“Like this, sir?”

“Yes, Tanner. That’s very good. You’re doing so well. Here we go.”

The professor slowly eased the dildo up Tanner’s ass.

“I’m using a slight downward motion to gently ease the device into the subject’s hole. I do not want the subject to feel any discomfort, only pleasure. Tanner, I need you to take another hit, relax and push out.”

Tanner gladly inhaled again from the small bottle and complied with the professor’s instructions.

“The subject’s anal ring is dilating and we’re all the way in.”  

The professor gently massaged Tanner’s asschecks as he worked the dildo back and forth,  causing Tanner to moan in ecstasy. The professor continued to fuck Tanner with the dildo for a few minutes until he was certain that Tanner was loosened up. He pulled the dildo out, stood and unzipped his own pants to reveal his own hard cock.

“Tanner, roll over onto your back and come to the front of the bed. That’s a good boy. How do you feel, Tanner,” he asked.

“Soooo good.”

“Have you ever been with a man, Tanner?”

“No, I’m straight.”

“Take another hit, lie back and stroke your penis,” the professor ordered as he tossed his shirt off.

Tanner took a couple of hits and fell back into the bed. He slowly began stroking.

“You remember how good the toys felt,” the professor said, stepping out of his jeans.


“This is going to feel even better,” the professor said, kneeling on the bed and holding his rock-hard dick in his hand. “Raise up your legs and show us that pretty little hole.”

“You’ll note that the subject instantly obeyed my commands. Now bring your knees to your chest. That’s it, Tanner. You’re doing so well. I think you’ve earned another hit. Take a big huff. That’s it.”

Tanner’s eyes fully-dilated as the professor thrust into him. The pleasure shook him. It was like a bomb going off. Every nerve seemed to come alive with the spark of a new desire.

“Notice how the subject is stroking his cock in sync with the trusts of my cock into his ass. Let’s test the level of the subject’s desire, now.”

The professor pulled out of Tanner and lay on his back on the bed. He held his cock perpendicular.

“Tanner, you’ve never had a man fuck you before, correct?”

“No, sir.”

“You want to sit on my cock.”

“I want to sit on your cock,” Tanner said, moving his ass above the professor’s man meat.

“Judging from the amount of precum the subject is secreting, he should be on the verge of climax. Take one more deep hit for me, Tanner. That’s it. Now stroke your cock.”

The professor smiled as he watched Tanner mindlessly comply with his request. He began to thrust up, burying his bone into Tanner’s gaping hole.

“It’s important,” the professor said as he panted,  “that the subject stroke himself to climax thereby enslaving himself. You want to keep feeling this good, don’t you, Tanner.”

“I want to keep feeling this good,” Tanner said as he continued to polish his knob.

“When you cum, you’re going to be able to smell that aroma forever. You want that more than anything else, don’t you boy?”

“Smell forever, yesssss.”

The professor thrust one final time up Tanner’s ass. Tanner’s sphincter squeezed tightly as Tanner blew his load.

“The subject’s asshole literally sucked a load out of my dick. The lightly-colored discharge tells me the orgy gas has taken complete control and the subject is open to any command.”

“I am open to any command,” Tanner said in a robotic voice.

“Excellant! Your first order after you dress and get cleaned up is to provide me with a list of all your male friends. You’ll want to convince each and every one of them to participate in my clinical trial. Isn’t that right, Tanner?”

“Yessss, sir.”


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.”