Robbie was at his wit’s end when his computer updated on Friday with the dreaded Crowdstrike update that caused his laptop to blue screen, taking his thesis paper that was due on Monday without it.
He was screwed, so the thought nothing when Alex, the creepy, gay computer nerd in 21E, offered to reverse out the update and fix his machine for free.
Before he could refuse, Alex had run back to his place and quickly returned with a bunch of tools.
As Alex continued to work, he would occasionally stop and take in Robbie’s manliness. Robbie knew he had a thing for him and politely turned down Alex’s advances on more than one occasion.
Since Alex’s stolen glances were starting to make him uncomfortable (he was pretty sure the little dude was getting a hard on), he excused himself to go watch some sports in the living room.
Alex finished in less than an hour.
“Fire it up, big guy,” Alex said with a sly smile. “I want to walk you through a few enhancements.”
The blue screen of death dissolved and began to flash a pink color.
“What the…” Robbie muttered, slowly turning away to look at Alex.
Alex gently turned Robbie’s face back to the screen.
DOWNLOADED UPDATE. DO NOT TURN OF THE COMPUTER. DO NOT LOOK AWAY.
Robbie found he could no longer break the gaze of the laptop screen.
EYES WIDE OPEN.
Robbie’s eyes opened up involuntarily.
GOOD BOY.
Robbie felt a wave of pleasure ripple through his body.
MY PROGRAM. YOUR MIND. SYNCHING.
Robbie felt himself get hard.
OBEY. PLEASURE.
Alex walked up behind the zombified object of his affection and pulled down his grey sweat pants and black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Robbie’s hard cock smacked against his well-defined abs as the machine pulsed another wave of pleasure out to him.
YOU WANT THE PROGRAM TO FUCK YOUR MIND.
“I want the program to fuck my mind,” Robbie agreed as he drooled from more and more pleasure seeping into his brain.
Alex helped Robbie out of his tee shirt and he was now staring naked in front of the beautiful, pulsing computer.
LAY ON THE BED.
Robbie obeyed. His body seemed to melt into the queen-sized bed.
COMMENCING INTERFACE. DO NOT RESIST.
Alex bent Robbie’s one leg up, exposing his hairy hole. Alex then lubed up a pink, wireless vibrator and gently trust it into Robbie’s tight hole.
INTERFACE 10%
Robbie’s mind was filled with thoughts of nothing but him on his knees, serving cock in both mouth and ass. The pink vibrator began to slowly pulse.
“Fuck meeee.”
INTERFACE 35%
ALEX IS MASTER. ALEX THINKS FOR ROBBIE.
The pink device seemed to push a button inside his ass. Robbie’s brains were melting from the pleasure.
INTERFACE 52%
SURRENDER TO ALEX. HE CAN GIVE YOU PLEASURE AND PURPOSE.
“Yes, yes anything to keep feeling this way,” Robbie thought.
INTERFACE 75%
The device was fucking him good and proper now. He felt everything that was his former self build up in his balls. His hopes, dreams, memories, ambitions all churning along with the impending load.
INTERFACE 95%
“Time to stroke yourself to a new purpose,” Alex egged his plaything on. “
Robbie started to stroke his dick.
“Embrace a new sense of well-being as my plaything.”
EMPTY.
BLANK.
OBEDIENT.
INTERFACE COMPLETE.
Robbie shot out a massive amount of cum containing everything he once was. It was replaced with a docile sense of peace and obedience.
Alex unbuckled his belt and slid his khakis and boxer shorts down.
Robbie rolled off the bed and onto his knees. Ready to fulfill his new purpose.
Professor Terry Wilcox was genuinely surprised
to see Jimmy Babcock and his cabal of troublemaking friends show up to class
again. The quartet has skipped the past four weeks of Wilcox’s Life Sciences
class, missing the midterm and essentially flunking the course.
Wilcox knew most kids only took the course
because they had to. The university required every student take at least two
semesters of science and Wilcox’s course –along with Geology—were purposely
designed as an easy pass. All you had to do is show up, take the quizzes and
exams that most students could pass without even bothering to buy the text book
for the course and write some bullshit paper that, frankly, Wilcox didn’t
really bother to read beyond making sure each paper met the minimum requirements
in terms of page length and number of cited sources.
After two weeks of screwing off and disrupting class,
Babcock had suddenly stopped coming. The next week, Babcock’s wingman Bradley
Taylor also didn’t bother to come to class. The following week, the not-too-bright
friend Connor Fleming was AWOL. And, just last week, Thomas Webber, the
bespectacled one in the group that Wilcox was pretty sure the rest were only
friends with because he idolized them all and probably did all their homework
and wrote their papers, also stopped coming to class.
Which in itself had been odd, because when he had asked
Webber about his friends’ whereabouts, Webber had given him the impression that
he had stopped hanging out with them because they all had started acting weird.
And now, all four stood before him.
“Mr. Babcock, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Fleming and Mr. Webber,”
Wilcox rattled off. “The prodigal students return. To what do I owe this
pleasure?”
Jimmy Babcock snickered as if he was in on some secret. The
smile seemed to spread across each teen’s face as if they were a single brain.
It was creeping Wilcox out.
“I’d wipe the smiles off your faces, if I were you,” he
threatened. “You all missed the midterm.”
“That’s why we came here to see you today,” Jimmy said.
“We’ve been….working on a special project.”
“And I suppose you’re hoping for extra credit? You boys all
missed a large portion of my class. How fair would it be to the rest of the
class if I gave you boys special treatment?”
“Once you see it, you’ll change your mind. I’m sure of it.”
Jimmy calmly nodded to Tommy Webber, who calmly walked over
to the door and locked it.
“Guys, what’s this about,” Wilcox said, suddenly
alarmed.
Jimmy fished into his backback. “We don’t want to be
disturbed,” Jimmy explained as he fished into his backpack. “This is something
you are really going to be glad you saw.”
He emerged with some sort of
egg-shaped organic item that was covered in a green viscous fluid. In all his
years of study, Wilcox had never seen anything like it. He tentatively moved in
to get a closer look of the object and then stopped himself.
“Where did you get this,” he
asked Flemming.
The teen did not answer him. Flemming’s eyes weren’t just
glazed over. They had a greenish hue that matched the egg. His mouth hung open
in a gaping “o” as if he was almost summoning something.
“Would one of you like to
tell me what the hell he is on?”
He glanced at all the other
students whose eyes were all an eerie shade of green now.
The teens surrounded him. He
backed up until he could go no further; his back hit the back of his teaching
desk.
Babcock held the oval thing out before him and to Wilcox’s
shock it began to open just like the petals of a flower,
“Get that thing away from me,” he pronounced as he forcible
knocked Babcock’s hand away.
The teens all stopped in unison.
“It’s alright to be a little scared,” Babcock assured.
“Hell, Taylor here shit himself when I first showed him the gift. But he
learned to accept it.”
Taylor nodded and then moaned in pleasure. “So good,” he
mumbled as he stroked himself.
“Connie was a little easier. We got him drunk, but I got to
admit something, Professor. There’s something about seeing a guy resist just a
bit before ultimately submitting to the inevitable. It really gets my crank
going, if you know what I mean.”
“Tommy,” Wilcox pleaded with the Webber teen.
“Shit, Tommy’s not gonna be any help,” Babcock exclaimed,
walking over to him and kissing him on the lips. “Tommy here is the only one
who voluntarily embraced it. So desperate to belong to our little group.”
Tommy pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one
hand as the other unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick.
“So much pleasure,” he moaned as he stroked. “You’ll see.”
Wilcox suddenly threw everything at his desk at the lads
with one full swoop of his hands. He hoped it just might be enough of a
distraction for him to make it to the door, unlock it and run.
The teens seemed to howl an unearthly sound.
Babcock made contact with the back of Wilcox’s suit jacket, preventing his
escape. Wilcox felt something cold and slimy hit his neck.
Warmth quickly
spread
from his head down to his toes, paralyzing him
with pleasure.
“Quick thinking, Tommy,” Babcock congratulated his friend.
“Tommy hit you in the back of your head with some cocksnot right from the
pump.”
“My dad came in on my when I was converting my older brother
and some got on him when he was pushing me off David,” Tommy narrated as if
giving a science report. “We have found that it can put anyone in a more
agreeable mood.”
As the drug-like substance was absorbed into his
bloodstream, Wilcox felt his face soften.
“It’s got its hooks into you now. You aren’t going to be any
more trouble, are you,” Babcock asked.
Wilcox was on the best high of his life. His whole body
seemed to vibrate and sing with pleasure. His cock seemed to roar to it’s full
7 and a half inches of hardness. What had he been doing? He had been trying to
urgently go somewhere but could no longer remember why.
“That’s better, Terry. Can I call you Terry,” Babcock asked.
“Professor….Wilcox,” he replied through clutched teeth as
waves of pleasure washed over him.
“We’re about to get much more intimate with each other. It’s
OK for me to call you Terry. It’s fine.”
“It’s fine,” Wilcox agreed, feeling a wave of pleasure.
“That’s better. Now, Terry…you’ll fee so much better if you
unbutton your pants and pull them and your underwear down.
Wilcox felt his trembling hands undoing his belt,
unbuttoning his dress slacks and pulling them and his black boxer briefs down.
Babcock bent Wilcox over a nearby desk and held the pod out
in front of Wilcox’s hole.
Wilcox came as he felt his Master shoot out from
its protective casing and enter his anal cavity.
The teens all cheered as they watched Wilcox’s Master burrow into his body.
Wilcox could feel it crawling through his body. Its tendrils
attaching themselves to nerve endings on a slow journey up Wilcox’s body to his
brain.
Once the teens were quite satisfied that Wilcox’s Master was
in place, they helped him out of his clothes and began to strip themselves.
Ever the teacher’s pet, Tommy was soon on his knees sucking
the professor’s cock.
When Wilcox came, his Master was flooding his brain with an
array of chemicals and Wilcox had never been so blissed out.
Babcock bent him over a desk and Wilcox offered no resistance.Tommy continued to nurse Wilcox’s cock back to full hardness as Babcock;s tongue darted in and out of his hole.
Taylor and Fleming were only too willing to quiet Wilcox’s incessant moaning by making sure Wilcox’s mouth was full.
With ever orgasm,
Wilcox gave up more and more control to the superior being that had crawled
inside him.
His Master assumed complete control while Wilcox was on his
knees, servicing his fellow slaves.
Their collective mind now joined, Wilcox
erupted green goo on the floor as his fellow slaves showered him with their own
cum. Wilcox had never felt more alive and more connected.
He couldn’t wait to share his findings at the next faculty
meeting.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; I had to stop for the night.
Hotel Part VI: Gluttony Chris Chadwick was looking forward to ended his shift at the small boutique hotel where he worked as the front desk clerk. The job came with some unexpected perks in the form of non-stop fucking and there was nothing Chris liked better after being on his feet for a 12 hour shift that stripping down, grabbing his legs and letting one of the many attractive male guests assault his hole.
There was occasionally a nagging voice in his head telling him that he didn’t use to be this way, but once he felt a hard cock make connection with his prostate, that voice was quelled for a day or two. Maybe longing if it was a good dicking.
He was about to knock on the door of Room P, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was less than thrilled about being delayed in his quest to have the itch in his ass scratched, but any anger melted away when he turned to see Master Asmodeus.
“Prepare room G. I’m expecting new guests. Only then can your hole be filled,” the demon demanded.
“Yes, my Lord,” Chris said, his hunger to be fucked replaced by the need to obey. He used his skeleton key to open the door to room G and placed two water bottles on each side of the bed and then closed the door and waited at the front desk.
*************
Jed Ellis yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“Buck, I can’t keep my eyes open any more, we’re going to need to stop for the night,” he said to his friend.
Lance Corporal Buck Tierney looked over at his best bud since the first grade, Jed Ellis.
“Six months out of the military and you can’t keep up with the big boys, I get it,” Buck teased him.
“I think I saw a small motel an exit back, I’m going to do a u-turn.”
Buck nodded in agreement.
The pair did virtually everything together, including enlisting. Jed had gotten himself injured in a late night raid of an Afghan village and been sent home six months before their tour of duty was up.
It had proved quite fortuitous for the pair. The raid had been on the home of a suspected drug lord and since Ellis and Tierney were the only surviving members of their six-member squad, Though Jed was initially against it, Buck was able to talk his friend into smuggling back to the States the four kilos of heroin they had found in the raid. After all, there was no way Customs would search a wounded and decorated war hero.
It had netted the pair over half a million. It was more money than either man had ever seen and it enabled them to give into every craven desire they had. Jed had picked him up at the airport and, again at Buck’s suggestion, the pair had driven straight to Vegas, where they spent a week filled with booze, women and gambling.
Thanks to Buck’s ability to count cards, the pair had actually netted a small profit, thus adding to their ill-gotten gains. The pair planned to use the money to further indulge in their every whim and fantasy. Their hunger seemed to know no bounds.
Jed knew they needed to sleep at some point, though. He pulled into the parking lot of the small hotel.
“Welcome to the Hotel California,” Buck sung, pointing to the hotel’s sign.
Jed didn’t want to admit it, but the name did creep him out. Much like the song from the Eagles did. He glanced at the exterior of the building. It seemed surprisingly nice for not being a chain hotel and at this point he was too tired to drive however longer he would need to in order to find another place to crash for the night.
Another ominous sign: the front desk clerk seemed to be slightly miffed and in a hurry to be some place else.
“I am afraid I only have the one room available. It has a single queen bed, but I’ll give it to you both at half-off plus the military discount,” the clerk said.
Jed did the math in his head. The room would cost them less than $50 for the night.
“I don’t know about sharing a bed, dude,” Buck said. “You snore.”
“And you fart in your sleep. It’s 50 bucks and I am wiped. I say we take it.”
Buck relented, paid the clerk and the clerk showed them to their room.
As they were being led to their room, Jed saw another room door open and he met eyes briefly with the man.
“Just checking in,” the man asked. Jed found he couldn’t look away.
“Yeah,” Jed said. It was as if the man’s eyes were drawing him down.
“You’ll enjoy your stay here,” he said with a wink and then closed his door.
“I will enjoy my stay here,” Jed said before quickly adjusted his semi-woody in his jeans and then catching up with his mate and the hotel clerk as the clerk led them to their room.
“There’s complimentary water on the side of the bed. The TV features several premium cable and adult movie channels –also complimentary. Continental breakfast in the lobby beginning at 7 a.m. Can I get you gentlemen anything else,” the clerk asked.
“Free water, breakfast and porn? Naw, I think we’re good for now,” Buck said, showing the clerk to the door.
Jed twisted the cap off one of the bottles of water and handed it to Buck. For some reason, it was important that he get Buck to drink the water.
Buck looked at the water in his hand and then glanced back at Jed.
“It’s important to stay hydrated,” Jed said in a far-away voice. He twisted the cap off his own bottle and quickly chugged its contents down.
As Bud continued to drink his water, Jed reached for the remote and turned on the TV.
“I thought you were tired,” Buck said, taking another sip.
“TV will help us both relax,” Jed said as he channel surfed.
He stopped on a channel where a big-boobed blonde was getting fucked from behind.
“Shit, don’t you ever get enough,” Buck asked with a grin as he finished his water. “You banged six strippers in Vegas. I’m surprised your balls haven’t shriveled up.”
Buck tried to get up to head to the bathroom so Jed could have some privacy, but he fell back down on the bed.
“We’ve both been roofied,” Jed said with a smile on his face as the image on the TV screen quickly morphed into a green spiral.
Buck could feel the drugs coursing through his system. He couldn’t move or speak. All he could do was ride the wave of drug-induced euphoria. He looked over at Jed. Jed’s mind was gone. He had a goofy grin and was drooling. He could also see the spiral reflected in Jed’s eyes
“You want to concentrate on that spot in the middle of the big, beautiful green spiral,” Jed said, turning his commanding officer’s head back to the TV.
“Concentrate on the middle,” Buck replied.
Words flashed –too quickly for him to comprehend.
The spiral was sucking him in. Relax. Sure, he should just relax. It had been a four hour drive for Vegas and he should relax.
Obey? Buck couldn’t think of a reason not to. The spiral continued to spin. It was a whirlpool of captivating, green pleasure; spinning, spinning, spinning. And it was sucking him straight in and Goddamn if it didn’t feel wonderful. Of course he would obey.
Stroke? That sounded like a great idea. Buck wondered for a second if he should be rubbing his dick through his camos while his best bud was sitting next to him on the bed, but his best bud was doing the same thing. It was just two guys massaging their dicks through their pants.
“Concentrate. Listen. Watch the spiral. Watch it closely,” Jed said as he turned Buck to face the screen again.
Buck sighed. It felt good to rub his dick through his pants. He should be weirded out doing it in front of Jed, but Jed was his best bud. He’d understand. It felt so good.
An image of a man appeared in the middle of the spiral.
Buck felt himself sigh. Damn, the man was beautiful. What the fuck? Where had that thought come from? Buck was 100 percent straight and never once had looked at a guy in a sexual way. Still, the guy had an awesome body and was sporting a nice piece of meat. Buck subconsciously licked his lips.
Strip for him? Buck wasn’t sure about that. Jeb had no problem, however and was quickly sitting back in just his underwear. He looked damn comfortable, too. Buck quickly stripped off his uniform.
“Yeah, that’s it, bud,” Jeb said as he stroked his own hard-on through his underwear. “Relax. And concentrate. Relax and concentrate on the spiral. Watch it closely.”
Of course, it made perfect sense. He needed to be totally naked. Buck stripped off his yellow bikini briefs. His dick snapped against his six-pack abs, causing him to shake with pleasure. He was stroking his cock in time to the flash of the words and Buck couldn’t think of anything that could feel any better than this.
That is, until he felt Jed push his own hand off his dick and start stroking.
“Help a fellow marine out,” Jed said. Buck reached over and started stroking his best bud. He truly loved him as a brother and would do anything for him. He was glad to lend a helping hand.
His eyes were drawn into the center of the spiral.Though merely a black dot, to his drugged-addled mind, he realized it looked like the bud of an asshole twitching with a hunger and longing. Twitching. He felt his own hole twitch in response.
Finger? Buck didn’t understand the command.
“You need to be open to the spiral and open to the voice,” Jed said, spreading his own legs wide to demonstrate. So hot and sexy to be so open. You were made for sex,” he continued. He placed Bud’s finger over Bud’s hole and Bud finally realized what the spiral was commanding.
Buck traced a circle around his hole and had to admit, his hole did feel sexy. He continued to play with his hole, eventually plunging one finger at first, then another. The invasion sent wave after wave of pleasure through him, but it seemed to only inflame his lust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more in his hole.
“Stand up and bend over,” Jed said in a commanding voice. He hesitated. Jed slapped his face and repeated the order.
Buck had always called the shots. It was his idea to steal the drugs and sell them. It was his idea to go to Vegas. It was his idea to gamble and fuck a half-dozen strippers one right after the other.
It had not been his idea to stop at the hotel. Or drink the water. Or watch TV. Or do anything else the spiral had commanded. Jed was now in charge and Buck couldn’t think of anything else other than giving into him. He stood up and bent over the bed.
He had buried his head into the bed as Jed thrust into his ass. Jed pulled his head by his hair.
Jed was showing his ass no mercy. Why was Buck letting his best bud fuck his ass?
“What the fuck,” Buck asked suddenly, startling Jed. Jed slapped his ass.
“Don’t take your fucking eyes off that screen as I make you my bitch,” Jed said, turning his own gaze back to the spiral.
Jed was claiming him with every thrust. He could feel Jed literally fucking his brains out. And it felt so good.
He felt Jed pull out and then volley after volley of cum rained down on his back and ass.
“More. More,” he begged as he continued to jack his own cock. He would never again be able to say no because he knew neither of their passions would ever be truly satiated.
Jed plunged back into his ass and turned to look back at the screen. Both men continued to receive their orders and now had a new purpose in life: to serve and pleasure their Master Asmodeus.
There he stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself ‘This could be heaven or this could be hell.’
Hotel Part V: Sloth
Alexander stared at the beautiful, blue spiral that spun in the minimized window on his computer. Even now, after weeks of staring at it, he felt himself becoming lost more and more to it. All will gone until he was only too happy and too willing to debase himself.
It made Andrew so very hard. Painfully hard. His Master Asmodeus only allowed him release when Alexander advanced His Master’s plans.
He felt his dick burp out a little cock snot as his eyes drifted to the other window. It was from the close-circuit camera he had set up earlier in one of the unoccupied rooms of the small boutique hotel. That, along with the modified flat-screen TV that he had placed in the room, was essentially the trap Alexander had set. And now, like a spider admiring his own webwork while waiting for his prey, Alexander waited.
And occasionally stroked his dick through his blue briefs.
He did not have to wait too long.
Pete had “borrowed” his step-mom’s car and drove with his best mate Jack over six-hours to get to Comic Con. They arrived to find the host hotel had overbooked, leading the two 19 year-olds to seek refuge at the only hotel with an available room –a small boutique hotel some 20 minutes away from the convention center.
They had come too far to turn back around. Plus, Pete didn’t exactly relish the punishment waiting back at home for him. Taking the car without permission and liberating over $1,000 from his dad’s wall safe.
His dad had actually suggested he put down the game controller, get off the couch and get a job if he wanted to go to Comic Con so bad. His step-mom Janice didn’t work and the old man practically gave her anything and everything she asked for.
“Nope,” Pete thought to himself as he parked the Prius in the hotel parking lot, “the old-man owed him this much.”
Video games and Comic Con were the only things Pete cared about. Jack’s mom had even made the teens several outfits. He couldn’t wait to get to the convention to show off his Cosplay skills.
“Did you see that blond clerk at the front desk,” Jack asked as he wheeled his carry-on bag down the hallway towards their room for the weekend. “He seemed totally out of it. Like he was in a daze or something.”
“You know Californians…probably smoking a bowl in between check-ins,” Pete said, unlocking the door to their room.
“Shit, there’s only one bed,” Pete added with a goofy grin.
“We’ll take turns sleeping on the floor. It’s just for the weekend,” Jack said, heading into the bathroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then change.”
“Ash and Pikachu today, Batman and Joker tomorrow, right,” Pete said, tossing Jack a blue vest and red baseball cap.
Jack closed the bathroom door and Pete laid out his outfit for the day on the bed. A yellow shirt and pants and a matching cap that bore the face of the famous Pokemon character. The custom hat made the outfit and Jack’s mom had really outdone herself.
He took off his shirt. Suddenly, the wall-mounted TV in the room turned on. Pete turned his attention to it just as flashed and emitted a piercing noise. It literally caused Pete to freeze in place.
The sound seemed to be calibrating to his own brainwaves. Pete could feel it seeping into his mind, turning his thoughts to mush. Finally, the TV fell silent. Pete now heard a voice in his head as a spiral danced on the screen.
“We are going to play a game and you are going to sit back and watch like you always do. Your hands may occasionally move, but you won’t take your eyes off the screen and your hands will move as if on their own. Just like when you are playing a video game. Nod if you understand.”
Pete found himself nodding to the beautiful voice in his head. Of course. This was just like a video game. The kind of game that he spend hours mindlessly playing.
“Good boy. You are going to want to keeping staring at the pretty spiral and listening to the voice in your head. Isn’t that right, boy,” the commanding voice in Pete’s head asked.
“Yesssss.”
“The spiral is sapping your thoughts and it’s making you so horny.”
“So horny,” Pete blissfully repeated; his right hand had mindlessly begun to paw at his erection through his jeans.
“You have always responded to strength, to control. You have always responded to it and now it is time to feel it. It is time to feel it through every inch of your body. You are going to feel me taking control, of your body, of you, of who and what you are. You are going to begin feeling it now. STRIP.”
Pete quickly removed all of his clothes but his underwear, never once losing sight of the TV screen and its beautiful spiral.
“Good boy. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. STROKE.”
Pete jacked his cock up and down a single time.
“Feel your will power and resistance fade with every stroke. STROKE.”
Pete bit his lip. The pleasure was so intense. He wanted to stop. He could feel his brain literally leak out with every stroke. It felt so good.
“I’m going to count from five to one and when I reach one, you will come and belong to me. Nod if you understand.”
Pete found himself nodding once again.
“Five. AND STROKE. Feel me stripping away your self control, stripping away your mind. Feel my words taking charge, taking control. They are more important than your own desires, than your own needs. You simply must obey.”
“Must obey,” Pete said as he jacked his cock. It had begun to leak a bit.
“Four. AND STROKE. Feel your obedience growing. My commands simply must be obeyed. Obedience is pleasure and your mind cannot struggle against them. You exist to serve. You exist to obey.”
“Exist to serve…exist to obey,” Pete repeated as he continued to slide his right hand up and down his shaft.
“Three. AND STROKE. Feel yourself give into me. So easy to let your mind slip and just obey.”
“Just obey,” Pete repeated.
“Two. AND STROKE. You know you are close to spilling your seed and with it your will power. There is no choice in this matter. You have no way to fight this. Your body has been taken from you as has your mind and very soon there will only be oblivion, oblivion from which you exist to serve and obey my words, whatever it may command. You get no choice. You simply serve and obey. Serve and obey.”
Pete began to drool. He needed release. He needed to serve and obey. He stroked faster and faster. It seemed like an eternity until his master finally uttered that glorious word.
“ONE. Cum for me, boy. CUM
Pete shot his thick load all over the bedspread. He was only too happy to lick it up when his Master commanded it. He laid back on the bed and continued to watch the screen. He needed to deepen his conditioning.
“Duuude, what the fuck,” Jack said as he came out of the bathroom dressed in his Ash costume. “Do that shit in the shower. And hurry it up. We gotta get to the convention center.”
Pete smiled what could only be described as a creepy smile. He couldn’t wait to play this new game with his best mate. He leaped off the bed and grabbed his friend, forcing him onto the bed.
“Dude, what the fuck has got into you? Get off of me.”
“It’s a new game, you are going to love it,” Pete said, forcibly turning his friend’s head towards the TV screen.
“Look at the spiral, Jack. Yesssss, that’s it. The beautiful blue spiral. You must obey the spiral, obey master and play the game,” Pete said.
“What game? Dude let go of…” Jack’s voice fell silent as his eyes met the images on screen.
Pete watched with both a sense of pride and arousal as his friendly slowly succumbed to the voice of their Master as he played the “game.”
Jack stripped off his clothes and sat on the bed, stroking his cock as the voice ordered him to. It didn’t take Jack to long to cum.
“Time to level up, bro,” Pete said, climbing on the bed. He watched as Jack mindlessly swallowed his hard dick.
They moved into a 69, slobbering on each other’s hard members just as the voice instructed them to. As hard as they tried to bring the other over past the point of no return, neither could cum. Not until they reached level four.
Pete reached into the bedside table and pulled out a flesh-colored dildo. He handed it to Jack.
“Level three, bro,” Pete said.
Jack calmly turned on his stomach. He needed to get to the next level. With a hunger he had never known before today, Jack thrust the rubber cock into his quivering hole.
“Ummmmmm, level three,” Jack said, losing himself to the pleasure of the anal assault.
After about five minutes of loosening himself up, Jack pulled out the dildo and slid to the end of the bed.
“Level four,” he said, grabbing his legs and spreading his ass for his friend.
Jack willed himself to relax and let his friend’s dick into his tight, twink ass as he knew they would only be able to reach level four together.
Pete thrust about ten times into Jack’s tight hole before he felt Jack’s assring clamp down on his cock and milk him. It was enough to send them both over the edge. Jack shot his load all over his abs while Pete blasted Jack’s anal walls with his ball juice.
The comic con all but forgotten, the pair kissed. It was far from game over. Asmodeus had more levels to show them and they were only too eager to play.
And in the Master’s chambers, they gathered for the feast. They stabbed it with their steely knives, but they just can’t kill the beast.
Hotel Part II -Wrath
Alex sent the email agreeing to meet up along with the hotel address and room number. At first, he hadn’t understood why Master Asmodeus had insisted he give another room in the hotel, but Asmodeus had explained that the blue room was Alex’s special room to be used for him and him alone.
And Master was always right. Just like how he knew that the guy Alex had just emailed was the one. Alex had ignored a number of other propositions at his Master’s urgings. It had been truly agonizing. Alex could feel the need and hunger within him. He needed to suck cock, get fucked and fuck. Master had to remind him that this minor torture was mere penitence for Alex’s many, many sins.
Alex normally would have immediately dismissed the email that Master had him respond to. It contained a picture of a torso showing a tight body. “John” said he wasn’t comfortable trading face pics and was particularly interested in a guy who could host.
Master informed Alex that “John” was really Mack Gunderson, an auto mechanic from two towns over and instructed Alex to email him back almost immediately, writing that he was from out of town, staying in a secluded, small boutique hotel and attached his most recent selfie.
The picture had hooked Mack and Mack had responded immediately for the hotel address and room number. Now it was only a matter of waiting.
Master had Alex pull up a pretty spiral to look at while he waited. Alex recognized it immediately as one of his own. The fact that his own tools were now being used to further enslave himself made it somehow hotter to Alex.
He lost track of how long he was staring at the spiral. His Master told him it was time. He got up and glanced out the window as Mack got out of his truck and walked towards the hotel. Alex could feel his desire growing.
Alex opened the hotel room door and greeted his guest.
“You must be ‘John’,” he said, shaking Mack’s hand. “I’m Alex.”
“That photo was actually you,” Mack replied as Alex ushered him into the room and closed the door.
“You seem surprised?”
“With most guys…you never know,” Mack said, looking around the room. He wrinkled his nose. There was a strong, musky smell to the room. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant. It reminded Mack of locker rooms and sex. Maybe sex in locker rooms. Tight asses in jocks that he could almost…
“Let’s see if you are really you,” Alex said, lifting up Mack’s shirt.
Feeling Alex’s hands on him broke the daze. “Fucking faggot,” Mack said, slapping Alex’s hands away and pushing him against the door.
“Oh, I see Johnny likes it rough,” Alex said with a smile. “Or should I say Mack?”
‘What did you call me,” Mack asked, raising his fist.
“Mack. That’s your name. Mack Gunderson.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I know all about you, Mackie. How you like to spend your Saturday nights trolling for guys online to meet up and beat up and your Sundays in church begging God for the strength to resist temptation.”
Mack felt the rage build up and boil over.
“I’m going to enjoy this, you dirty little faggot,” Mack said moving towards Alex. Unlike his normal victims, this one didn’t cower in fear. In face, Alex didn’t look scared in the very least.
“Yes, I’m a dirty little faggot, but you know what? You’re one, too.”
Mack swung at the faggot, but the little bastard was quick and dodges the hit. The force of the sing threw Mack off balance. Alex saw the opportunity and grabbed his aggressor by his hair. He shoved the man’s head into his sweaty pits.
Alex’s pits were ripe. Mack could feel the aroma snaking –yes, snaking, that was the right word– it was snaking into his nostrils.. There was a strange sweetness to it with a spicy undertone. He could feel it seeping from his nose into his brain. He wanted more of it. He…
“No,” Mack said, coming to his senses and pushing Alex away from him.
“No? I’m not so sure your body agrees with you,” Alex said as he smugly pointed to the outline of Mack’s boner through his jeans.
Mack grew even more enraged and circled his prey.
Alex lowered his track pants. The musky smell seemed to rise up and hit Mack in the face.
Alex moved in and kissed him.
He could feel Alex’s tongue dancing in his mouth. Alex’s saliva tasted sweet. He could feel it mingling with his spit. He wanted more of it. He want it all. He…he…
Mack again pushed Alex away.
“You’ve got balls, faggot. I’ll give you that. How’s about I cut ‘em off and shove ‘em in your mouth.”
Alex surprised Mack by rushing him. He knocked Mack back on the bed. The smell was even more intense there. Alex held him down.
“I had the heat cranked up to 90 and wrapped myself in that thick, fur blanket for an hour before you emailed me,” Alex said with an evil grin. “The sheets probably smell pretty rank, but something tells me you don’t mind at all, do you?”
Mack didn’t answer. The smell was overwhelming him, turning his red hot thoughts of anger into lust.
He didn’t even react, in fact, as Alex raised his arms and pulled off Mack’s shirt before laying him back down on the bed. Mack could feel the musky scent against his back, leaching into his skin.
“That’s it,” Alex said, bringing the sheet up to Mack’s nose. “Be a good boy now and take a good whiff.”
Mack inhaled. It was like fireworks of pleasure going off in his brain. He moaned.
“You’ve been a bad little boy, Mack. You’ve allowed your wrath to rule you. How many boys and men have you beaten over the years, Mackie?”
Alex knew the number. Asmodeus had whispered it to him. 17. 17 men who were beaten unconscious before they could give in fully to Asmodeus’ lust. It was that desire that fed the demon and Mack had denied Asmodeus many, many meals.
“Do you even remember any of their names,” Alex continued as the pheromone-soaked sheets continued to do their work. “ Can you recall their faces? That moment when their desire turned into fear and terror as you beat them senseless. All because you had to beat down that part of yourself that wanted to be them. ”
Mack was on the verge of tears, but fought them back. Boys didn’t cry. Still, Alex’s words stung much the same way his daddy’s belt used to when his old man would beat him. The pain of all those ass whippings was fading away thanks to the sweet, sexy smell filling his lungs. Mack knew that all those feelings he had kept locked away for so many years were just being burned away by the odor filling him.
“You will serve and protect me.”
Mack resisted. Alex rubbed his pits into Mack’s face and repeated his order.
“You will serve and protect me!”
As he inhaled more of the smell, he felt it creep into his mind. Making it so hard to think. Making him so horny.
“I will serve and protect you.”
“That’s a good boy, Mackie. When you obey Master, you get rewarded,” Alex said with a grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll like this.”
Alex pulled down Mack’s pants. Mack wanted to stop him –to put an end to this once and for all and reclaim some semblance of the church-going, God fearing man he was before he came into this hotel room.
And then Mack felt Alex’s tongue on his balls. Alex was gladly going down on him. Unlike a woman. Mack didn’t need to spend weeks plying Alex with dinners, drinks and movies only to be disappointed by a quick handjob in his truck. If he was even lucky to get that!
No, Alex seemed to relish the task. Mack could see it in Alex’s eyes.
Hmmm. They seemed to have a deep blue hue to them that Mack hadn’t noticed before now. He was getting lost in them. They were pulling him down, down, down to a place where he would obediently serve Alex. Mack forced himself to break the gaze and assert his dominance. He grabbed Alex’s head with both hands and forced it onto his cock.
He had expected some resistance or fight. Alex proved to be more than willing to deep throat Mack’s man meat.
Mack found himself rationalizing the blow job he was getting from another guy. Alex was the one doing the blowing. Mack was controlling the speed and depth as he shoved Alex’s head up and down.
Mack was the one still in control. This didn’t make him gay. He wasn’t the one sucking cock. It wasn’t his tongue lathering another guy’s hairy nutsack, gently placing one of the balls in his mouth and rolling it around, making the other guy moan with forbidden pleasure. It wasn’t his tongue sliding up the shaft, dancing around the tip of another man’s cock until it began to yield some sweet, tangy precum.
His body seemed to hum with pleasure. It was succeeding in short-circuiting that last remaining bit of his will. His religious upbringing had told him these feeling were wrong and unnatural.
And yet, here he was, moving as if sleepwalking next to the bed when Alex told him, too. And now, he was fucking another guy up his ass. Alex’s ass lips seemed to wrap around Mack’s rock-hard cock. He had to admit it: it was much better than any pussy. No wonder why Mack always had such a hard time staying erect when he was banging a chick.
He grabbed Alex by the hair and fucked him even harder.
Still, if his daddy could only see Mack now! He’d no doubt take off his belt and whoop Mack’s ass really good. He could almost feel his daddy’s calloused hand on his red-hot ass. Telling him it was for his own good just like he did countless times when he had caught Mack spanking his monkey as a teenager. Mack now knew that he wanted nothing more than to stand up to his old man, throw him down on that goddamn twin bed, rip off his daddy’s Wranglers and boxers and show him just how good his dick truly felt as it slammed in and out of his old man’s ass.Just like he was doing right now to Alex.
Maybe, just maybe, his daddy could finally show Mack how much he loved him and return the favor by fucking him back.
Alex glanced back with a grin as he milked Mack’s cock with his ass. Mack was completely lost in desire.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you Mackie boy,” he asked.
“Yessss.”
“You know there’s no turning back once you cum. But you can’t stop yourself now, can you?”
Mack knew Alex was right. He took another deep breath of the musky smell.
“You want to cum so badly, but you can’t. Not until you give yourself completely to Asmodeus.”
Mack took yet another deep breath. The last former remnants of himself slipped away and he shot his load into Alex’s ass.
“Time to baptize you,” Alex said, standing on the mattress. “Be a good boy, Mackie. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
As Alex’s hot seed coated his tongue and face, Mack praised Asmodeus for letting him be born anew.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Hotel Part I Alex Reynolds a.k.a. The Amazing Alexander used a rapid induction technique on the hotel clerk –a hot blond kid by the name of Chris. He had wanted to stand right there in the lobby and take the kid completely down, but another hotel guest came in through the lobby doors of the small, boutique hotel to also check in and so Alex had to quickly wake Chris up from his trance without the clerk remembering being under.
In a short time, Chris had proven to be a good subject who went under fairly quickly. As Alex made his way to his room, the thought about how it had almost been too easy. But he was good at what he did, so it was a combination of his skills and sheer good luck. Chris didn’t know it yet, but he would be very helpful in helping The Amazing Alexander lay low for a bit.
Chris also looked like he had a hot little body under his shirt and tie. He would find himself more than willing to give that body over to Alex very shortly.
Alex swiped the card into the electronic reader and the door opened. The room was painted a dark blue color. He stowed his roller bag in the closet, sat on the bed, picked up the phone and called the front desk to summon Chris to his room.
“There’s a stain on the wall. I need you to come look at it, Chris.”
He hung up the phone and waited for Chris to show.
He recalled the events that led him here.
“What a colossal fuck up,” Alex said out loud to himself in the painfully dark blue hotel room.
It had taken him two years to set up the gig as a sports therapist at a major university. Months of planning and preparation. He had been ever so careful in just who he recruited from either his stage shows or his position within the university. Fuck ups with no family ties or jerks who wouldn’t be missed. It had led to a very lucrative career in human trafficking. Slowly take control of a boy, mold him into a marketable commodity and then sell to the highest bidder. He had created seven perfect mindless, brainless himbos now owned by a closeted Republican U.S. Senator from Texas, a 4 Star General in the U.S. Army, a Hollywood film executive, a New York hedge fund manager, the owner of an NHL hockey team in Canada, a Saudi Prince and a member of the Russian mafia. His clients expected discretion. The threat of arrest for human trafficking was, simply put, not only bad for business, but bad for his long-term health. At least three of his clients had the means of making sure Reynolds disappeared without a trace. He had begged them for some time to clean up the mess and they had reluctantly agreed.
And what a mess. The player had been played. His eighth subject/recruit/himbo was the son of an FBI agent. He had undergone hypnosis to have a new identity installed just so dear old dad could make the mother of all collars.
Fortunately for Alex, The Amazing Alexander had been tipped off by the good Senator.
A deep trance was all it took to convince his assistant and former lover Daniel that Daniel was behind the sex trafficking. Alex had quickly made it look like Daniel might have even done away with Alexander after the stage hypnotist had uncovered Daniel’s fiendish plot.
He had split that night in his red convertible, taking all the cash out of the safe (a sizable amount that would ensure Alex could lay low until this blew over) and just a few changes of clothes into a small rollaway bag.
He had driven as far west as he could before he saw the small, boutique hotel seemingly show up out of nowhere. He was tired and figured he would pull off for the night.
When he saw the cute hotel clerk and realized the small hotel had just eight rooms, Alex quickly decided to make the hotel his new base of operations –at least for the time being.
Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. Alex got up from the bed and opened the door.
“You said there was a problem with the room, Mr. Reynolds,” Chris politely asked as he surveyed the room for anything out of place.
“Mr. Reynolds is my father. Please, call me Alex. Come on in.”
“Sure thing, Alex.”
The boy was already following orders. Good. Good.
“I wanted to show you this stain on the wall. Can you see it? Right there,” Alex said, pointing to an imaginary spot on the wall.
No, I just see a blue wall,” Chris replayed, looking back at Alex.
Alex was insistent. “It’s right there.”
“I’m afraid I don’t…”
Alex cut him off, changing the cadence of his voice.
“Really concentrate. That’s right. And as you focus more and more, just notice how relaxed it’s making you. Maybe your eyelids are even starting to flutter. Even when you blink, your eyes come right back to that spot on the wall.”
Alex smiled as he watched the teen slip down into trance. The Amazing Alexander struck again, bringing another lad into his thrall.
“That’s it, so good Chris. You can feel yourself going deeper and deeper into trance, can’t you?”
“Yessss”
“Good boy. The deeper you go, the more relaxed you become. The more relaxed you become, the deeper you go. Just like before at the front desk. Nice and deep for me. Feel yourself slipping down, down, down. It feels sooooo good.”
Alex grabbed Chris’ arm, held it up above his head and then released it. The arm fell back with no resistance. The boy was his.
He grabbed the lad’s crouch.
“You’re starting to enjoy this relaxing, deep sleep. So blissful letting go of all your worries and thoughts. Just let everything drift as you become numb and nice and mindless for me. It feels so good. It’s almost intoxicating. It’s quickly becoming like a drug to you. You want it. You need it. Shall I wake you from the trance, boy?”
“No, please!”
“No, please, what?”
“No, please SIR.”
“Good boy. Feel yourself slip even further down into my control.”
Alex watched the boy’s eyes flutter. His cock rose to full mast. He was so blissed out of his mind. Alex placed one finger on Chris’ chest and then pushed him. As stiff as a board, he fell onto the bed.
Alex slid Chris’ pants and underwear down.
“You love this feeling, Don’t you, Chris,” Alex asked as he rubbed the teen’s legs.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll do anything to protect our special time together, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If anyone should come to the front desk asking if you’ve seen anyone who looks like me, you’ll tell them know, won’t you,” Alex asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. You see how good that makes you feel when you obey me? You love hearing me say ‘Good boy’ as much as you love trance. It seems to send electric waves of sexual pleasure through you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Chris said, his body wiggling with desire and sexual tension.
“You love this feeling, Don’t you, Chris,” Alex asked as he rubbed the teen’s legs.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll do anything to protect our special time together, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If anyone should come to the front desk asking if you’ve seen anyone who looks like me, you’ll tell them know, won’t you,” Alex asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. You see how good that makes you feel when you obey me? You love hearing me say ‘Good boy’ as much as you love trance. It seems to send electric waves of sexual pleasure through you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Chris said, his body wiggling with desire and sexual tension.
He brought the cock to his mouth and slid up and down on it.
“Good boy,” he said, taking his mouth off Chris’ member. Chris cried out in pleasure.
He took another suck.
“Good boy.”
And another.
“Good boy.”
Chris moaned in pleasure. Alex could sense the boy was on the verge of climax and pulled of Chris’ cock.
“Can’t have you cumming just yet, can we, boy?”
Alex stood and quickly stripped naked.
“Sit up on the edge of the bed for me, Chris. You want to do something for me.”
Alex brought his cock to the teen’s mouth.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Chris?”
“No, Sir.”
“Have you ever wanted to suck a cock before?”
“No, Sir.”
“But you want to suck mine because it belongs to me and you would do anything for me, won’t you?”
“Anything…for you,” the zonked hotel clerk mindlessly said.
“Good. You can put it in your mouth. Watch your teeth. Just do what comes naturally. You’ll feel the hunger for my cock grow the more and more you blow me. Begin.”
Was it the best blow job Alex had ever received? No. The boy would learn to be an ace cocksucker in no time. Alex was certain; he would see to it.
It was always a turn-on to watch as the hunger for cock slowly overtook a formerly heterosexual subject. He could see the subject’s will slowly fade, replaced by the growing hunger to serve only Alex’s needs.
“That’s it. Feel your free will fade away as I pound your face.”
Chris had choked more than a few times as Alex thrust the entire length down his throat. Alex couldn’t tell if he was crying tears of joy or if his eyes were just watering. He decided to go easy on the boy’s throat and deposit his first load somewhere else. He pulled his dick out of Chris’ mouth.
“Did I do something wrong, Sir,” Chris asked with a hurt look on his face.
“Not at all,” Alex said, pushing Chris down onto the bed and onto his side. “You want to give me your cherry.”
“Yes, I want to give you my cherry,” Chris said with a smile. He stretched his hole for his Master.
“My dick in your ass is going to feel better than the best sex that you ever had.”
He thrust into the boy. Chris gave a guttural moan.
“Fuuuuucccckkk meeeeee.”
“My dick is enslaving you, you know that,” Alex asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Chris pushed his ass down on Alex’s cock.
“Good boy.”
Alex looked at the lad. He had his head down on the mattress, moving it from side to side, completely lost to the bliss of the fuck. He was drooling despite frequently licking his lips to ask for more, more, more.
Alex felt his load building. “Feel my essence shooting into you, binding and enslaving you forever to me.”
As he shot into Chris’ ass, he was pleasantly surprised to see the lad was coming along with him.
“All of what was you is leaking out of your cock, Chris. It’s being replaced by your obedience and devotion to me and only me.”
Alex licked the boy’s jism from his face, neck, chest and stomach.
“I’ve consumed your will. I own you completely.”
“No, Sir. I serve another”
Alex looked at the boy. The boy was mindless and blissed out. He couldn’t be resisting.
“Who do you serve,” Alex asked.
Chris mindlessly stood up from the bed and dressed while still in a daze.
Alex grabbed Chris’ arm as the lad fastened his belt.
“WHO DO YOU SERVE?”
Chris turned and exited the room. Alex began to panic. It was another set up. But how?
“He serves me,” an unseen voice in the room called out.
Alex glanced around the room, but couldn’t locate where the voice is coming from.
“Who are you,” Alex called out, officially passing the point from scared to being fully freaked out.
“They call me by many names. Asmodeus is what I prefer. I must say that The Amazing Alexander lived up to his name,” the disembodied voice said. “That was quite the performance. Too bad it will be the last that you will be doing of your own volition.”
Alex ran for the door and as he moved to grasp the handle, it disappeared.
“You seemed quite keen on twisting men’s sexual desires, didn’t you Mr. Reynolds?”
Alex pulled back the curtains and as he did so, the windows disappeared.
“That’s my racket, Mr. Reynolds. I can’t have you infringing on it, can I? I don’t need competition, but I could always use an apprentice. You’ll find it is an offer you can’t refuse.”
Alex crumbled to the floor, on the verge of tears. This was worse than death. Much worse.
“There, there, no tears,” the voice said. Alex felt an unseen hand lift up his chin until he was staring at the wall.
“Be a good boy and stare at that spot on the wall for me. That’s right. And as you focus more and more, just notice how relaxed it’s making you. Maybe your eyelids are even starting to flutter. Even when you blink, your eyes come right back to that spot on the wall.”
Alex almost had to laugh. Did this creature really think he could fall prey to his own hypnotic script. The blue on the wall was such a deep color blue. Almost like the ocean. It wasn’t like he was going to find himself swallowed up by it, letting him take him down, down, down.
“And wake up!”
Alex was now wearing his underwear. He didn’t remember putting it on.
“I’m sure you found that to be quite pleasurable boy, but it can’t all be about the pleasure. I am a demon, after all.”
“Yes, Master Asmodeus.”
“You know you do need to pay for your sins.”
And with that, Alex found himself naked in front of the bathroom mirror. He was snapping naked selfies and uploading them to various sites. The lust demon Asmodeus was peddling his ass just like he had done to his seven unsuspecting subjects several months prior.
Alex couldn’t wait to show his demon Master that The Amazing Alexander had many, many talents beyond just hypnosis.
“Relax,” said the night man. “We are programmed to receive.” “You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”
Pods 5 – Bobby the mechanic gets a tune-up.
It had been surprisingly easy for Marc Petrie to get his neighbor Bobby Reynolds alone. A broken timing chain in his Ford truck and the offer of pizza and beer if Bobby could help him fix it.
He told Bobby to come straight over after work –no need to change as he was just going to get dirty anyway.
“I should probably shower,” Bobby said on the other line of the telephone. “I’m pretty rank.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re doing me a solid and you can shower after you fix my god damn truck,” Marc said with a laugh.
Bobby showed up a little after six, apologizing for being late.
“It took me forever to close up the body shop,” he said.
“Perfect timing,” Marc said, walking Bobby through the home and into the kitchen.
A musky, plant-like scent seemed to permeate through the house. Bobby wrinkled his nose and sly took a whiff of his pits just to make sure it wasn’t coming from him.
“You’re probably smelling my son,” Marc said with a wink. “Damn coach has the entire team forgoing showers until they win a game, They have to earn the right to a shower.”
Marc handed Bobby a beer from the fridge and grabbed himself one, too.
“Hell, if it helps them win a few, I won’t complain,” Bobby said, raising his beer bottle in a quick toast before taking a swig.
“Pizza’s been ordered. Let me show you the damn truck,” Marc said, leading Bobby into the garage.
Marc just needed Bobby to turn his back for a second, than it was only a matter of him grabbing the oil Marc had laced earlier with the mind numbing goo.
“There seems to be something wedged down here,” Bobby said. “It kinda looks like a rock.”
“Hmmm, really,” Marc said as he poured some of the goo into his hand. “Perhaps you should take a closer look and see if you can knock it free.”
“It’s really down there,” Bobby said, moving his arm and head down into the engine block.
It was then that Bobby felt something warm trickle down his back.
“What the fuck…” he said, turning back to Marc. His neighbor was smiling at him, but it was no normal smile. It was eerie. Even more disturbing, Marc’s eyes had a hungry look to them. Bobby’s survival instincts told him to run –get the hell out of the garage right then and there.
And then the strangest thing happened. The viscous fluid that had been dripped on his back seemed to spring to life and slither down his butt clef. When it reached his hole, it seemed to thrust forward and Bobby’s entire body shook with pleasure.
“There, there. Let’s get you nice and drugged up so you don’t want to go anywhere,” Marc said, pushing Bobby back down.
Marc lubed up his entire hand and then gently pushed a finger into Bobby’s tight hole.
Bobby wanted to scream out at the violation of his cherry hole, but all he could do was moan.
“Let’s work on opening up your mind, making you more receptive towards a new kind of tune up,” Marc said. “You don’t mind if I lower these jeans, do you? Of course, you don’t. You don’t mind about much of anything right now, do you?”
Bobby could feel an erotic kind of numbness spread up his ass, through his spine and into his brain. He could feel his neighbor working for of the goo into his ass.
“No…no more,” he begged.
“We’re just getting started, Bobby,” Marc said, scooping up a gob of the fluid and thrusting it into Bobby’s ass. “There, that’s better.”
“Feel the pleasure that comes from giving in. Isn’t it so much better than fighting? You don’t want to fight. You want to give in and feel the pleasure,” Marc continued.
Bobby wondered ever so briefly why he was letting his neighbor finger him like a cheap, two-dollar whore, but then felt a spike of pleasure and heard himself say in a far-away voice: “give in and feel the pleasure.”
“That ‘rock’ you see is actually a little going away present for you,” Marc explained as he lowed his pants and boxers and rubbed his obscenely large balls. “After we’ve finished with your conversion, you’ll take that pod home for your step-son Sam.”
“Noooooo, not Sam.”
“Still a bit or resistance, eh? We can’t have that. Let’s get the goo deep up your ass, shall we?”
Bobby expected it to hurt like hell when Marc thrust his hard dick up his virgin ass. To the contrary, it felt surprisingly good. Bobby knew that this was due in part to the goo that was leeching into his bloodstream, overwhelming his body with erotic pleasure. Still, a part of him –the real him, or what was left of him, but fast slipping away – that part of him realized that it felt damn good to get fucked. He found himself thrust back, riding Marc’s cock.
“That’s it, boy. Won’t take too long. Just a few more strokes. You should be honored. You’re the first to receive a hybrid. It takes longer for us to produce them, but over a couple of days your own balls are going to swell with a new life. Which is good, because we’re running out of pods and thankfully your species is compatible to reproduce.”
Bobby figured he should be alarmed by what Marc was saying, but the minute he had a bit of nagging doubt, Marc’s dick would hit a pleasure button in his ass and he would moan, drool and let any concern go.
Marc suddenly pulled out and pushed Bobby to his knees. “It’s time for you to receive your Master.”
Marc grimaced a bit in pain as the newly birthed creature made it’s way out of his piss slit.
He held Bobby down until the hatchling could slither across Bobby’s face and into his ear.
Bobby’s entire body shook as the creature hooked into his brain and central nervous system.
“Feeling better, son,” Marc asked as he massaged Bobby’s chest.
“Much better,” Bobby said, looking at Marc with pure adoration.
“The pizza should be here soon and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you play with the delivery boy,” Marc said with a wink. “That should tide you over until the pod is ready for Sammy.”
Mergers and Acquisitions
Jackson Pruit could not believe his luck. The corporate raider had spent six months watching Sombolist Tech, stealthily preparing his takeover plan and now the day had arrived. As he sat across the table from the silver-haired CEO Thomas Jenkins, Jenkins appeared almost eager and relieved the Pruit’s capital fund was executing a hostile takeover. It was easy. Perhaps too easy.
Truth be told, Pruit relished taking down high powered executives. Jenkins as no different, really. He had built the tech company up from nothing. It was his life’s work. More than a few of the other CEOs of companies he had taken over and liquidated had screamed at him, threatened him with violence or pleaded. A few had even cried as their life’s work slipped through their fingers.
But not Jenkins.
“You look deep in thought, son. Something the matter,” Jenkins asked.
“I guess I’m just surprised by your reaction, that’s all,” Pruit replied.
“I’ve been around long enough to know when I’m beat. No sense prolonging things,” Jenkins said, reaching into the right top drawer of his desk to retrieve a portable hard drive. He handed the hard drive over to Pruit.
“All of the companies financials, our off-shore accounts and whatnot,” Jenkins said, rising from his desk. “I’ll leave you to review it and make sure everything is in order. I’ll come back in an hour or so to complete our merger. Can I have my assistant get you something to drink? Water, juice or coffee perhaps?”
Pruit smiled Jenkins was acting like his little bitch already. He was going to love crushing him in mind and spirit over the next couple of months during the transition.
“Some coffee would be great. Black. No cream. No sugar.”
“You got it,” Jenkins said, shutting the door behind him.
Pruit took his laptop out of its case, plugged it in and powered it on. He attached the hard drive just as Pruit’s male assistant came in.
“Your coffee, sir,” the young man said, handing Pruit the coffee cup. Pruit was too focused on his computer to notice that the assistant had a glazed, far off look. He dismissed the assistant with a wave of his hand.
Pruit opened a number of spreadsheets and took a sip of the hot coffee. It tasted a bit bitter. He made a note to bring in his private roast next time. He took another sip as he scrolled through various financial data. It wasn’t anything that he didn’t already know. Before long, he looked down and realized he had absent-mindlessly finished the nasty cup of coffee.
In another room, Jenkins –pants and boxer shorts down around his ankles watched Pruit on his laptop courtesy of a hidden camera in his office. Jenkins’ son Tanner –whom Pruit had assumed was just an assistant– was naked and on his knees, blowing his father.
An instant message window popped up.
“STATUS REPORT”
“Target has been given the drugged coffee,” Jenkins typed.
“PROCEED TO EXECUTE PROGRAM.”
Jenkins clicked on the MC Program.
Back in the office, an image flashed on Pruit’s machine ever so briefly.
Jenkins watched as the program got its hooks into the unsuspecting Pruit. Jenkins’ dick rose to full mast in part to his son’s mouth, but also because he recalled how the Master had first enslaved him with the very program he just executed remotely on Pruit’s computer. Master was so sexy. Master was so desirable. He loved to obey Master. After Master had thoroughly fucked his hole, Master had rewarded Jenkins by allowing him to convert his son Tanner.
Tanner had resisted at first. Jenkins had had to initially hold his own son down and force him to watch the program. Tanner was soon stroking his cock to the program, allowing it to format his mind until he too was totally obedient to the Master’s will. From there, the pair had covertly worked at recruiting until the entire company was under the Master’s sway.
Pruit was trying to focus on his financial review, but the computer screen continued to flicker.
Pruit heard a voice in his head repeat the words. The spiral is in charge. The spiral was beautiful. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it. Of course, it was in charge.
The spiral remained on the screen now. Words would occasionally flash.
YOUR COCK WILL GET ROCK HARD.
Pruit nodded and felt his 7 inch dick tent his custom suit trousers.
YOU ARE VERY HORNY.
“So very horny,” Pruit replied.
MASSAGE YOUR COCK THROUGH YOUR TROUSERS.
Pruit was in sheer bliss. He had never been so turned on. When he obeyed a command, the computer program gave a burst of light that caused him to shiver with passion.
THE MC PROGRAM IS NOW IN CHARGE.
“Yes,” he said, beginning to drool as he continued to stare.
When the program told him to unzip his pants and lower them and his boxers, he immediately obeyed.
The program had him stroke his cock ever so slowly. He found himself agreeing with the program. With each and every stroke, his resistance faded. It became harder and harder for him to think for himself. Better to just give in and allow the program to think for him.
Pruit became intimate with every inch of his cock.
Pruit was leaking steadily. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but the program –the big, beautiful, all-controlling program– told him that it wasn’t time yet.
He needed to be introduced to his new supervisor, after all. And that could only happen when he completed his training.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE YOUR NEW SUPERVISOR?
Pruit gasped with desire and hungrily uttered “Yes, God, please, yes!”
It was Jenkins. Pruit had never looked at another man naked, much less with desire, but the program was quickly reformatting his mind.
He soon found himself agreeing with the program. Jenkins’ cock was beautiful. STROKE. He wanted to touch and feel Jenkins’ cock for himself. STROKE. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his fingers around Jenkins’ pole. STROKE. Stroking Jenkins’ cock would be so hot. STROKE. Sucking Jenkins’ fuck stick would be even better. STROKE
Pruit licked his lips. He could hardly wait to taste his superior’s dick. STROKE. If he was lucky, Jenkins would shoot a load down his throat. STROKE.
PLAY WITH YOUR BOYPUSSY.
Pruit lifted his legs onto the desk to get at his hole.
He needed to take Jenkins’ large cock up his ass. STROKE. Pruit suddenly realized his fingers were not enough. STROKE. He needed Jenkins to fill him up. STROKE. Only then, could he be ready to serve the Master. STROKE.
With every stroke of his cock, Pruit found his hunger grow. As Jenkins fucked him, he would suck off his son. STROKE. He couldn’t resist the urge to suck or get fucked. STROKE.
Jenkins would help him serve the Master. STROKE. Nothing mattered but Master. STROKE. Obedience was pleasure. STROKE. The program gave a loud PING. Pruit’s will and mind was completely gone.
Pruit hitched up his pants, walked over to the conference room table and laid across it. His mind was filled with images of serving both Jenkins and Master.
“I’m a slut for cock,” he said, lowing his pants again as he continued to stroke his dick.
In the other room, Jenkins rose as soon as he heard the tell-tale PING signalling that Pruit’s mind was officially blown. Master IM’d him, indicating that he was free to fuck Pruit. Jenkins thanked Master and then quickly disrobed.
He walked into the office to find Pruit on his back on the conference table. Jenkins flipped Pruit onto his stomach and then pulled his pants and underwear completely off.
“Threat neutralized. ASSet acquired,” he said, plunging his dick into Pruit.
Pods 4 -Coach Sawyer Improvises
Marc Petrie sat naked on his bed, listening to the carnal moans and grunts coming from his son Marc Jr.’s room. He didn’t want to just sit there and listen, but at the moment that was all he could seem to do.
He had come home early from work to check on Marc Jr. His son hadn’t been feeling well and had in fact skipped football practice, which is something his athletic son never did. He was the quarterback, after all. So, Marc knew that his son really wasn’t feeling well.
So he cancelled his afternoon meetings and headed home to check on him. Marc wasn’t alone, though. He opened his son’s bedroom door to find his son face down on his bed, completely naked. There was some kind of green plant like pod attached to his back, its tendrils snaked up his shoulders and into both of his ears. His son was moaning, but not out of pain. They were lustful grunts.
“What the fuck,” he said, moving to dislodge the plant from his son.
Someone grabbed his arm from behind him, stopping him.
He turned to face the intruder. It was Marc Jr.’s football coach. And he was naked with a raging hard on.
“I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bit unprepared,” Coach Sawyer said with no emotion in his voice. “We hadn’t expected you back until this evening and I don’t even have a pod for you.”
“Get the fuck out of my house, I’m calling the cops,” Marc yelled at the coach. Thoughts of having him arrested and fired filled his head.
“Argh,” he said as the coach forced him on his knees to come face to face with the coach’s dick. It was leaking copious amounts of green precum. Marc could only stare at it in horror as Coach Sawyer forcibly grabbed his head, pried open his mouth and shoved his cock into it.
Marc began to choke and was forced to swallow the green goo. It seemed to numb his throat and gradually spread throughout his body.
“There you go, Mr. Petrie. Just keep swallowing for a bit. Look up at me.”
Marc couldn’t understand why he was obeying when he wanted nothing more than to bite down on Coach Sawyer’s member and run.
“I had to stop over to see why my top player had skipped practice,” the coach calmly explained as he thrust in and out of Marc’s mouth. “The entire team now serves a higher purpose –the masters. There are only a few hold outs, including your son. I really had planned to have him convert you later tonight. We’ll have to improvise.”
The liquid seemed to fill him up.
“The green shade of your eyes tells me you’re nice and docile now,” Coach Sawyer said. “Isn’t that right?”
“Y-y-yes,” Marc heard himself say in a dreamy voice.
“Go into your bedroom, strip off all your clothes and get on your bed,” the coach order. “I need to break in that sweet, sweet quarterback ass and finish processing your son.”
Marc found himself doing just that. And now all he could do is hear the coach fucking his son in the next room and his son begging him to do it. He heard both of them climax and then someone leave.
His bedroom door opened.
“I’ve just sent your son out into the field to retrieve a pod for you,” Sawyer explained. “It should take him 10 or 15 minutes. In the meantime, I’ve got to make sure I keep you doped up until we can get you fitted with a master and properly converted. Take off your glasses.”
Marc resisted. Coach Sawyer could see that the emerald haze that had once filled Marc’s eyes was fading.
“We can’t have that, can we,” Coach Sawyer grabbed Marc and pulled him into a kiss.
He made sure to thrust his tongue in and out of Marc’s mouth. Marc could taste the green goo coating his mouth. And just like that, he found his ability to resist simply fade into a drug-induced haze.
Coach Sawyer broke the kiss to admire his handiwork.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
“You want to obey me.”
“I-I-I w-w-want to obey you,” Marc replied.
“You can’t resist me.”
“Can’t resist.”
“It turns you on to obey me,” Coach said.
“Yesss.”
Coach Sawyer pushed Marc down onto the bed.
“Obedience is pleasure, Marc,” Coach Sawyer said, stroking Marc’s hardening cock. “Feel the pleasure that comes from giving in. Isn’t it so much better than fighting? You don’t want to fight. You want to give in and feel the pleasure.”
“Feel the pleasure.”
Marc felt the Coach deep throat him. It was better than any woman ever did. Marc could feel Coach Sawyer push some of the green saliva into his dickhole. It felt incredible.
The coach flipped him onto his stomach. He took Marc’s cherry in one swoop.
Marc could feel more of the wonderful green goo fill him –this time in his ass.
“You fucking love this,” Coach Sawyer said, thrusting his rod deep up Marc’s anal chute. “You’re gonna love it even more when your son fucks you later.”
“Fuck me,” Marc heard himself say.
“The Masters will let you turn other guys out, too,” Sawyer said. “I bet you can think of a few guys, can’t you.”
“Yes, sir,” Marc said. He thrust his ass back on Coach Sawyer’s majestic dick as he humped the bed with his own cock. There was his neighbor Bobby, who was always working on his car in his garage. Bobby’s 18 year-old stepson Sam. Marc’s business partner Roberto.
He heard his bedroom door open. It was Marc Jr., who quickly stepped out of his clothes to present the pod to his dad.
“It’s about time,” Marc said. “Put that fucking thing on me already.”
Marc Jr. and Coach kissed as Marc felt the pod open up, attach itself to him and make a connection.
The coach pulled him into a tight embrace –as if he would try to escape at this point! He felt the coach thrust into him one final time and then blast his insides good and proper with more green goo at the exact time his Master’s tendrils invaded his ears, beginning his conversion.
Marc had never been more happy.
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.
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