The Signal – Part V

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Apologies for the delay in posting updates. I have two or three more chapters mapped out and will hopefully have them posted within the next week or so. Your comments, gentle readers, are always what keep me going. Please to enjoy The Signal Part V.

Alec Anderson stumbled out of his dorm room, pulling up his jeans and forest green boxer briefs as he tried to block the last five minutes out of his brain. He could still feel the calming effect that the blue signal had on him, soothing and lulling him into a state of arousal.

His roommate Jake Johnson was not too far behind him, but moving with a sense of assurance and purpose. He slowly slipped on a pair of cotton boxers and sauntered out after him with movements that didn’t quite seem, well, human.

Alec couldn’t remember a time when he had been more scared. He tried every door as he passed them. Locked. Locked. Locked. Finally, the fourth door opened and he ducked in side.

It would prove to be less of the haven that he had hoped for. There was Marty McNichols, naked on top his single bed, cell phone in one hand, cock in the other. Marty McNichols who shared the same Astronomy class with Professor Trevor that his roommate Jake had. Marty McNichols who appeared to have become as equally intimate with the good professor’s latest assignment as Jake had.

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Alec could see the warm and familiar blue light reflected in Marty’s eyes. He immediately recalled the erotic tingling sensation he had felt when staring into the Signal’s warm, blue embrace.

“We miss you, Alec. Come over here and set on the bed by us. It will feel so good to stroke together,” Marty whispered seductively.

Fortunately for Alec, thanks to the dim light in the room, he could only make out half of the words as he tried to read Marty’s oh-so-kissable lips.

Would it be so bad to surrender to the sweet siren song of the Signal? All he had to do is just take a few more steps forward. Marty would only be too happy to help him shed his clothes. One literally mind-blowing orgasm and he’d finally feel that sense of belonging he had always been looking for. And after that, no guys would ever be off limits or out of his league. The Signal would see to that. All Alec had to do is shed his cloths and join Marty there on the bed.

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Alec felt his dick bone up and his legs betray him as he shuffled across the dorm floor.

“That’s right. Just a few more steps,” Marty encouraged.

Alec used all his will power just then and shut his eyes. Absent now of both the sights and sounds of the Signal, he slowly regained his composure and quickly backed out of the room, only opening his eyes after shutting the door safely behind him.

His roommate Jake was waiting for him. He grabbed him by the wrists and began to drag him back to their room.

“We don’t understand why you have to make this so difficult. You are only putting off the inevitable,” Jake said.

“Let me go,” Alec shouted, breaking free from him.

Jake made sure Alec was looking at his lips and then continued.

“Where you gonna go, Alec? Where you gonna run to? You can’t hide from us forever,“ he said. “We soon will be legion, filling all airwaves.”

Alec had already turned and ran down the hallway, nearly knocking Chad “Coop” Cooper over as he stepped out of the shower room.

“What the fuck is his problem,” Coop asked as he walked past Jake towards his own dorm room. “He pissed you kicked him out of the room again so you could bang Cheryl again?”

“Something like that,” Jake answered as he stood outside Coop’s door.

Marty poked his head out of his dorm. He and Jake exchanged silent words. Marty nodded and closed his door.

The blond jock eyed up Coop. Coop’s dark hair was still dripping from the shower he had just taken; the cotton towel tied tightly around his v-shaped torso.

“You alright, man?” Coop added, slightly uneasy by Jake’s calculative stare

“We’re fine,” Jake said, his face melting into some semblance of normalcy.

“What’s this ‘we’ shit,” Coop said, unlocking his dorm room.

“I want to show you something,” Jake said, walking into the dorm room and opening Coop’s laptop that was sitting on his desk.

“Can it wait,” Coop asked, spraying some Axe body spray onto his well-defined pecks. “I’m supposed to meet Jen for a ‘study’ session if you know what I mean.”

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“This will just take a sec, I promise,” Jake said as he adjusted his hardening cock, his mind awash with pleasure for following orders and fulfilling its purpose.

As Coop’s vision filled with the blue haze of the Signal, his last thought as his dick got hard was “How does Jake know my password.”

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The two would soon share much, much more.

SUBMIT.

“That’s right. Just keep watching the screen there buddy. It will soon all make sense,” Jake said as he dropped to his knees and freed Coop of his towel.

OBEY.

Jake took Coop’s rigid man meat into his hands and began to expertly pleasure him. All the while keeping a watchful eye on Coop to make sure his eyes never drifted away from his programing.

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Pleasure was essential in the conversion process in order to make the subject blissfully compliant as the Signal completed its process.

Coop’s hands grabbed Jake’s head and he thrust his full cock down Jake’s expert throat.

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The connection was made.

Meanwhile, Alec Anderson walked at a quick pace across the Quad, all the while trying to walk as inconspicuous as he could so as not to draw any attention.

He quickly texted his buddy Brett Bonner.

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Brett looked up from his laptop and down at his mobile to see that it was Alec who had texted him. Thinking it might be about the project he was working on with him, he picked up his phone and quickly read the text.

“Where u at?”

“In room grappling with the propulsion problem. U,” Brett replied, looking back to his computer.

“I know this is nuts, but take ur hearing aids out.”

“What?”

“Just do it,” Alec texted. “& turn off ur computer.”

“Are u punking me?”

“Deadly serious. Explain in a bit. Where ur roomates @?”

“In the living room. Glued to phones per usual,” Brett responded.

“Lock ur door & don’t let em in. Gotta stop by lab and pick up a few things than b there. 20 min tops.”

Brett shut his laptop lid and turned off his phone. He set his hearing aids on his desk and then slowly opened his bedroom door to glance cautiously into the living room and at his flatmates.

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He felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck.There was something wrong with both of their eyes. They were clouded over and hazy. They were just staring slack-jawed at their phones. Chris had his head in Tony’s lap. Tony’s arm was resting on Chris’ chest as if he had been holding him down and in place.

Just then, both of his roommates looked up in unison directly at him. They quickly rushed over to his bedroom door moving as if they were a single organism. And their eyes! A strange bluish glow that was not natural.

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He slammed the door shut and locked it. What the fuck was going on?

“Come on, dude. Let us in,” Tony cooed.

“We got somethin’ we wanna show you,” Chris added.

Brett didn’t hear them, though. Not with his hearing aids sitting on top of his desk. The door shook as his roommates attempted to gain access to his room.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” he shouted as he pushed a bookshelf against the door.

As he felt the vibrations from his roommates pounding the door continue, he backed slowly away from the door, sat on his desk chair, brought his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around them in an attempt to calm himself.

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Brett had no clue what was going on, but the current situation had sufficiently creeped him out. He hoped the lock on his door and the bookshelf would be enough to keep his roommates out. Alec couldn’t get there soon enough.

The Signal – Part IV

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The plot thickens, gentle readers. 

As the hot shower water cascaded down his trim body, Alec Anderson tried to push thoughts of his hot roommate out of his head. The top-secret military project he had the honor to work on, the rewiring of his laptop circuitry to make it more efficient, hell even the plot of the assigned reading for that God damned English lit class. Anything other than Jake Johnson’s bulging biceps, all his cool tattoos, his slightly hairy nipples, his sleeping naked on top of his covers. Seriously!? Who does that?

Midterm exam prep and stuffy literature were no match, however. Alec felt his own body betray him. His six-inch dick rose to full staff. Some how and some way, his crush for Jake had moved past mere infatuation into aching need. Jesus Christ, he was feeling an affinity for the heroine of the shitty Bronte novel he was being forced to read in that required English Lit class. And he suspected he was just a miserable as her.

A part of Alec just knew that Jake was aware of the effect he had on him (though Alec had never come out to him or given him any indication one what or the other just which team he batted for). Alec always seemed to get flustered whenever Jake was near to him. He hated that Jake made him feel so extremely horny. Jake seemed to delight over the power he wielded, too.

“Fuck this shit,” he said, grabbing the faucet and quickly setting it to the coldest temperature.

The shock of the cool water had its desired effect almost instantaneously and his cock quickly deflated. With a little luck, Jake would be done studying and out for the usual $5 pitcher night at Crunchy’s –the local dive bar popular with college kids who didn’t mind swigging down Keystone, Schlitz or Milwaukee’s Best (or Beast as the co-eds called it.) It was Tuesday, after all and Jake was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

It would give Alec some prime alone time. With just himself in the room, he was free to indulge in his fantasies while he spanked his meat.

Jake Johnson had other plans, however.

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“Hey bro, ‘sup?” Jake said, closing his astronomy textbook. “You were in there long enough. Did you rub one out or what?”

Alec felt the heat rush to his cheeks. He quickly hung his towel up and crossed over to his desk and sat with his back to his roommate.

Jake got up and walked over to Alec’s much tidier side of the room. Since the first week they roomed together, Jake had learned that even with Alec’s Cochlear hearing aid implant, it was best to have nothing blocking Alec’s view of his lips.

That and Jake knew that Alec might have a not-so-secret crush on him and he wanted Alec to see his sexy lips. Chicks were always telling Jake he had sexy lips. He figured it was the same with gay guys, right?

But tonight, Alec couldn’t meet his gaze. Even as he sat on the edge of Alec’s bed.

“This is the only way he’ll ever be in your bed,” Alec thought to himself.

“Missing $5 pitcher night,” Alec asked aloud, Jake’s close proximity causing his dick to immediately forget its most recent round of cold water torture.

Jake could tell that Alec wanted to go to bed, but he had at least another two hours of studying and figured he needed to lay on the charm.

“Professor Trevor emailed the class about an hour ago that he uploaded something to the campus TV station and we have to watch it before class tomorrow.”

Alec sighed.

“Dude, I’ll turn off the lights. Just, you know, turn off your ears and you won’t even notice anything, I promise.”

He leaned over and purposely rubbed Alec’s neck. Alec crossed his legs to conceal his boner.

“Come on, dude. I really need to pass this class,” Jake said with a smile. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Fine,” Alec said, turning off his implants. “You owe me.”

Alec waiting until after he was under his covers to take off his shirt and sweat pants. He rolled onto his stomach and tried to will his hard on down, eventually drifting off to sleep.

Jake made gone on his promise and the room was plunged into darkness save from the warm glow of the TV screen. Jake grabbed the remote and turned to the campus station for his class, punched in his student ID and password and scrolled down until he found the professor’s upload.

He yawned, stretched and hit play. “Let’s get this shit over with.”

The screen flashed with some kind of code.

“What the f-f-f-f-u-c-k,” Jake muttered as the sights and sounds began to take hold

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The blue light seemed to be alive, pulsating as if it were trying to calibrate to something. It soon matched the beat of Jake’s heart and Jake felt a ripple of pleasure course through his entire body.

His textbook dropped to the floor with a thud, but it didn’t disturb Alec, who –thanks to turning off his hearing implants, didn’t hear anything. If he had,  he probably would have turned off the TV or run from the room screaming.

Instead, he continued to slumber completely unaware of the change that was taking place in the bed right next to him.

There was another pulse of light and sound. It seemed to be urging Jake to do something. Jake was so focused on the pleasure, he couldn’t quite make out the command.

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Of course, he would submit. He needed to pass the class. It was important that he soak up everything the professor was sharing with him.

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The signal was guiding him on a path of enlightenment. Jake’s resistance was crumbling. Paying attention to a lecture had never felt so fucking good before. Every cell in his body seemed to be soaking up the signal, charging him as if he was a battery; the current was pleasure.

His arms seemed to move on their own now. They tore open his button fly jeans and pushed them down around his ankles. He quickly kicked them off onto the floor. signale2

His dick was rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to touch it, but he hadn’t been given permission yet, so his arms remained at his side. There was still much to watch, listen and learn.

He could actually feel it –the Signal. It was worming its way into his ears, his eyes and his mouth. Hell, he could even feel it making its way into his asshole. He would have never thought that sound and light could be gingerly stroking his prostate and yet they both were.

A chick had done it to him just once before while she was slobbering all over his johnson. What had been her name? Courtney something. It was getting harder and harder to recall anything. He never called her back after that time. He had never came so hard as when her finger hit his butt buzzer. He had been too ashamed by how much he had enjoyed it.

That wasn’t right, was it? Had he enjoyed it? Hadn’t he smacker her hand away and pushed her off his dick when he felt her index finger enter him?signald

There was another wave of sound –as if the Signal had detected his resistance.

The colors seem to pulse again and Jake found his eyes returning to the imagery on the screen.

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He remembered now. He had been enthusiastic about the whole thing, practically begging her to savagely fuck his hole with her finger. It had been her who had broken if off with him. What a close minded bitch.

He spread his legs a little wider. The Signal pulsed against his prostate. He began to drool and the last bit of resistance faded away.

He came without touching himself; a reward for finally embracing the Signal.

As the Signal completed the merge, Jake began to see flashes of others coming to know its embrace.

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Bobby Bennett opening a strange email from his dad; Coach Bill Bennett having fallen under the Signal’s influence an hour earlier after he opened the attachment that Professor Trevor had sent to him.

Bobby at first being confused when his dad entered his room –his eyes an unearthly blue sheen.

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And why was his hard dick sticking out of the front of his khakis?

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His dad forcing his head back down so that the barrage of sights and sounds could again fill him.

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Bobby’s hand touching his dad’s dick. The Coach cooing that he was such a good boy for submitting to the Signal.

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Coach literally pile-driving down the last remaining bit of Bobby’s resistance to a place his individual self would never return from again.

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Bobby’s lab partner David opening an e-mail attachment marked “tonight’s homework.”

And falling into the Signal’s inevitable sway.

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Fraternity President Chad Cummings opening an attachment sent by the Frat’s pledge master (David).

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The frat pledging being led naked one-by-one into the basement to be processed.

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Each time the Signal’s connection grew, Jake would cum again until his mind had literally been fucked out of him.

And yet he didn’t look away.

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Around 3 a.m., the flicker from the TV caused Alec to stir.

He glanced first at his clock and then across the room at his roommate. To his somewhat dismay, Jake was not sleeping naked atop his comforter as was his normal routine. He was under the covers and –Alec couldn’t be certain without his glasses– but Jake looked like he was jacking off to something on the TV.

Alec gave a courtesy cough to let Jake know he was awake and –well, to take his self pleasure elsewhere.

Jake didn’t stop, however. He turned and said in a rather monotone voice “Good, you are awake.

He rose almost robotically from his bed –still jacking the entire time, stopping only to pick a protesting Alec up out of bed and in front of the TV screen.

Without his glasses, Alec squinted to make out what was on screen. It seemed to be some kind of static. The blue colors seemed to pulse and swirl and Alec found himself falling into it.

Jake, meanwhile, got down on his knees and quickly pulled Alec’s tighty whiteys down.

When Alec felt Jake deep-throat him, it broke whatever spell the screen had on him.

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“What the fuck are you doing,” he demanded, pushing Jake off his cock.

Something wasn’t right here. Jake kept trying to make connection with Alec’s stiff dick. Alec didn’t know what was going on until he noticed Jake’s eyes.There seemed to be a blue haze to them.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?”

Jake ignored him and grabbed Alec’s ass, pushing his dick toward him.

“Connection must be made. You will be assumed into the Signal.”

In the darkness of the room and without the aid of his hearing implants, Alec could neither read Jake’s lips nor hear what he was saying. He kept pushing his roommate away.

The Signal was trying to make sense of Alec’s resistance. It was different than any of the other drones it had successfully incorporated. It quickly accessed Jake’s memories.

Hearing.

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Jake rose.

Alec tried to fight him off, but he was no match for his bigger roomate. Jake held him in a headlock with one hand and switched on each of Alec’s hearing implants one at a time.

Alec’s entire body shuddered with pleasure as the sounds invaded his brain. He even stopped resisting and allowed Jake to push him onto his knees. What had been a source of so many jack off sessions was quickly becoming a reality.

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The minute Alec’s lips touched Jake’s shaft, it was as if an electric connection was made. It flowed into Alec, quickly overwhelming his senses.

SUBMIT.

OBEY.

To have his fantasies come true like this, Alec would do anything. In fact, he eagerly looked forward to yielding more and more to the Signal. The pleasure was so intense. So fucking amazing. So…..

POP.

Alec fell back and gingerly brought both hands to his ears.

“Connection. Must. Be. Maintained,” Jake said, walking menacingly toward Alec.

But Alec couldn’t read Jake’s lips. Nor could he hear him.

Silence.

And with that quiet stillness, Alec regained his composure and realized what had transpired. His roommate was no longer his roommate. He was something else. Something that offered Alec pleasure unlike he had ever known. All it would cost him was his soul.

He quickly pulled up his underwear and the jogging pants he slept in. Though still groggy from the effects of the Signal, Alec reached deep down within himself and found the energy to knee the thing that once was the roommate he idolized and fantasized about right in his groin.

Jake doubled over in pain and Alec grabbed his cell phone and ran out of the room.

The Signal III

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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.

Silence.

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?”

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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

The Signal Part II

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“911 what is the nature of your emergency?”

Tony Trevor felt a sense of relief. He had gotten through! He tossed his headphones off and tried to calm himself.

“You got to send somebody quick. They did something to my dad.”

“Slow down, son. Let’s start with your name and address.”

“This is Tony Trevor. 541 Elmwood.”

“Are you in immediate danger?”

“I’ve barricaded myself in my bedroom, but I don’t know how long before they break through. Please send somebody,” Tony pleaded.

“Let’s start from the beginning,” the male operator said. “Who did something to your dad?”

“Two guys who work for him at the lab.”

“Do you know their names?”

“Langston…Alex Langston. The other guy is…shit…something Russia,” the 21-year-old replied. He tried to think of the guy’s name, but all he could see was what the guy had been doing to his dad.

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“And you said they did something to him?”

“I think they drugged him and now…they –well, one of them—he’s, um, raping him.”

“Stay put. Police are on their way.”

Tony hung up his cell and started shaking. He was trying to make sense of what he saw, what the hell was going on. He had come back from the library, his Bose headphones firmly in place, listening some death metal that always seemed to calm him down. He had planned to take a quick shower and then meet up with his girlfriend Jenny for a movie and –if he played his cards right a post-cinema blow job. He found that anything with Ryan Gosling was usually all it took to have her almost begging to wrap her lips around his 7-inch pole. Did it bother him that Jenny was imagining he was the handsome Canadian actor?  Fuck no.

He saw the light on under his dad’s bedroom door, so he figured he’d check in and tell him of his evening plans and not to wait up. When he knocked and opened the door…well, it was fucking shocking.

Alex was holding his dad down, forcing him to watch something on a laptop. Tony couldn’t see exactly what as the laptop was turned away from him. The Russian guy was busy pulling off his dad’s boxer briefs –tearing was probably more accurate. The guy then pushed down his jeans, revealing a massive dick and no underwear.

Of the things that Tony Trevor was certain about in this life, it was that his dad, Thomas Trevor was 100% straight. He had to have been drugged. How else to explain how his dad seemed to stop struggling the minute the Russian started fucking his as?

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He didn’t wait around to find out. Alex Langston leapt from the bed and tried to grab him, but, with all his weight, Tony pushed back into him, knocking him down. He then ran into his room and locked the door.

Tony somehow knew Alex wasn’t going to let a little thing like a bedroom door lock keep him from reaching Tony. He pushed his desk and his bookshelf (for good measure) and hoped it would be enough to at least buy him some time until the police arrived. When his phone rang, he picked it up and answered it without even thinking.

***

Campus Police Officer Frank McDowell picked up the call, radioed ahead for back up, turned on his siren and floored it.

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He parked across the street from 541 Elmwood and turned off the siren. He assessed the situation from outside the home. The two-story Craftsman-style home looked like all the other homes nestled around the cul-de-sac. McDowell saw a few neighbors peer out from behind curtains –assessing the situation, he supposed.

And while there was movement in the homes around 541 Elmwood, there was no movement from within. The lights were on, but there was an absence of movement that made the hair on McDowell’s neck stand up.

He only hoped the college kid was still alive. He grabbed a couple of pairs of rubber gloves and stuffed them into the front pocket of his police jacket. He briefly prayed that he wasn’t walking into a homicide.

And where was his god damn back-up? Seconds could literally make the difference between life and death –particularly if the kid was injured. Dispatch had said the kid sounded really scared. Kids on campus were not easily shaken.

“Fuck it,” he said to himself, grabbing the radio. “Dispatch, this is officer 471. We’ve got a possible 261, but the place is quiet. Have the coroner on stand-by for a possible 187. Do you copy?”

“Roger that 471,” came the response.

“Do we have an ETA on my back up,” McDowell asked, running his fingers through his dark black hair,

“That’s a negative, 471. All other officers are otherwise engaged. Over.”

McDowell took one more look at the house and how quiet it was.

“Dispatch, I’m heading in. Do you copy?”

“Negative. Wait for back up, 471. Wait for back up,” came the reply.

But McDowell was already out of his patrol car, walking towards the home with his pistol drawn.

He went to knock on the door and it opened.

“Police! We are responding to a 911 call made from the home,” he said, slowly stepping into the front hallway of the home.

No response.

With his back to the wall, he slowly pivoted into the living room. Empty. Kitchen also empty.

Den, empty. Power room, empty. Spare bedroom, empty.

He slowly climbed the stairs. He opened the door to his right at the top of the stairs.

The master bedroom. The comforter was on the floor by the king-sized bed, almost as if it had been kicked off. The sheets were twisted and wadded up in parts. It had all the signs of a physical struggle.

The smell…well, that one was easy. It smelled like sex. He could see a couple of wet spots on the fitted sheet. He’d need to call in the crime lab from the city proper. The campus policy didn’t have their own.

Whoever was here, was gone. While McDowell had seen some physical evidence to corroborate the 911 call, he couldn’t say it was a rape when there was no victim.

He backed out of the master bedroom and back into the upstairs hallway. He tried the next door on the right.

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A desk and a bookshelf seemed to have been hastily moved from blocking the door. There was a college-aged kid sitting on the bed, staring at his phone. McDowell didn’t think too much about this. Three-quarters of the God damn campus were staring down at their phones at any given point of any given day.

“Excuse me. I’m Police Officer McDowell. Are you Tony Trevor?”

The kid didn’t look up from his phone.

“Son, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

McDowell slowly stepped towards the kid, wondering if he might be in shock or something.

The kid suddenly looked up with a smile on his face.

“We are so much better now, office. You soon will be, too.”

The kid’s grin widened as he turned to show McDowell what had been keeping his undivided attention.

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McDowell was immediately bathed in a warm blue light emanating from the kid’s cell phone screen. He felt a warm, pleasurable tingling sensation spread from his eyes to the back of his brain. Everything was so hazy. What was he doing here again?

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“That’s right, officer. Eyes wide. Just keep staring at the pretty blue light.”

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McDowell felt his shoulders relax.

“Pretty blue light,” he mumbled.

The drone that had once been Tony Trevor set the phone on the bed, quite confident the signal was slowly but surely seeping ever last bit of willpower from the good officer. Drone Tony unbuttoned his pants and freed his dripping cock. The signal programming has assured him that nothing was hotter than watching another man submit to the will of the signal and Drone Tony could only drool, slowly jack his dick and agree.

Officer McDowell blinked and tried to shake off the effect that the pulsating light and the sounds were having on him.

“No, this isn’t right, this isn’t…”

Drone Tony brought the phone closer inline with the officer’s vision. McDowell’s jaw went slack as the pulsing sights and sounds again bombarded his brain.

That’s it,” Done Tony cooed, “Just let the signal massage away all those worries and concerns. Letting go of everything, officer. It feels so good to just let the signal bath and anoint you.”

“Yesssss….sooooo good.”

signal3b“That’s a big part of your mission, isn’t it officer? To SERVE and protect. You want nothing more than just to OBEY and orders. Isn’t that right?”

“Serve….obey….” McDowell gasped as a wave of mind-numbing pleasure coursed through his entire body, all but ensuring future compliance with any and all directives.

“You’re still so tense, officer. All those clothes keeping the signal from touching your skin. You want to feel the signal all over your body.”

“Yessss…” McDowell said, a steady stream of drool running down the side of his mouth.

When the kid touched McDowell’s coat, brushing up against McDowell’s pecs as he quickly took off the jacket and tossed it on the floor, McDowell again gasped. It was if the kid’s hand had made a connection with McDowell’s skin underneath his shirt. The signal seemed to get even stronger.

“More…” McDowell moaned.

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Drone Tony slowly unbuttoned the cop’s shirt, relishing the power the signal was giving him over the cop.

Drone Tony let the cop just stand there with his shirt open as Tony held the phone in front of him, deepening the cop’s connection.

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Drone Tony’s mind was quickly awash in thoughts of all the other men who would benefit from falling under the sway of the signal. His buddy Matthew who lived on campus and was a star on the wrestling team would be so much fun to play with.

He could almost seem himself on his knees, strengthening Matt’s connection to the signal by literally sucking it through him.

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And 18 year-old Scotty Reid from down the street. The kid already had a bit of a case of hero worship towards Tony. He wouldn’t think twice of opening a text from Tony and then the signal and he would have him.

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But that would all have to wait until Drone Tony had finished up with the good officer. In the time it took Tony to lose himself in his future work, the signal’s hooks were just about fully into the officer.

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The officer continued to stare into the screen as he obeyed the commands to take off his clothes. He stood there in just his gun holster and boxer shorts.

“Damn, officer. I think you’re even hairier than my old man,” Drone Tony said, sitting on the bed next too McDowell.

“I think I’ve wasted enough of your time. Let’s finish your enslavement,” Drone Tony said, pulling down the boxer shorts. He stroked the cop’s dick –the second cock other than his own that he had ever touched.

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He had initially hoped the signal would allow him to breed the cop’s ass the way his dad’s grad student had bred his, but the signal had other plans.

Drone Tony discarded his clothing as instructed and then got down on his knees before the cop.

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Officer McDowell had never had another guy take a swig on his cock and had he been able to string together a coherent sentence in his pleasure-addled brain, he would have marveled at how much better at it the college kid was than McDowell’s girlfriend. What was her name? It didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that did was giving himself completely over to the pleasure that the signal was giving him.

And when Drone Tony finally succeeded at coaxing a massive load out of the police officer, it would almost be accurate to say that McDowell saw stars.

Well, almost. What flashed before his eyes was the home planet from where the signal had originated. Words spoken in a language the McDowell couldn’t recognize but nonetheless understood. The signal part of a greater plan to keep these menacing earthling in check. They were in the process of destroying their own planet and it was only a matter of time before they ventured out into the galaxy to spread like a cancer; consuming and destroying, consuming and destroying.

Officer McDowell –Drone Frank, now– couldn’t have any of that.

Later on, after he had dressed and filed the report (adult young male in a physical altercation with his father, but declined to press charges against his dad), he called up his best mate Tom and invited him over to watch the game.

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It was now Drone Frank’s solemn duty to spread the signal.

And he was only too happy to comply.

 

The Signal -Part I

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This one is slow to build, but I promise it will be worth it. I’ve already started writing a second part.

It began over 100 years ago with Marconi’s damn telegraph. Dots and dashes of sounds –blips really –rippling across the universe at a slow, but steady pace. Unintentionally at first, but after several decades of continual innovation, the signal grew stronger to the extent that we could see the ripples in space. And for the past several decades, we have been intentionally sending out messages to the farthest reaches of our galaxy and beyond. Music, spoken word, television sitcoms — all a beacon of sorts; alerting every other being out there as to our exact location.

Was it hubris or folly? Doesn’t it even matter now? Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20. You can’t put the genie back into the bottle. Once we started broadcasting out into the cosmos, it was only a matter of time before someone –or something started to broadcast back. Whoever they were, we would come to find out too late that they did not have the best intentions…


It had been an unusually cold and rainy day in Berkeley, California when the signal first arrived. Alexander Langston, Lex to his friends, even had to put the top on before driving his convertible to where he worked –The Berkeley SETI Research Center. As gigs went, the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI for short) wasn’t too bad of a gig to land while working on his master degree.

He parked in the furthest spot in the employee parking lot. He figured he sat enough at work and needed to keep his runner’s build despite the sedentary job.  As he exited the vehicle, the rain started to really pick up. The 24-year-old quickly sprinted towards the observatory’s entrance, his backpack slung over his shoulders and a lunch pail and thermos in hand.

Lex entered the lobby and stopped a moment. He pulled up his shirt to dot the water dripping from his neatly trimmed beard.

“You are late,” Lex’s Russian co-worker Sergei Kosiknov barked angrily as he rose from a bank of computers situated around the large telescope that dominated the space.

“17 degrees Celsius and raining like the dogs and cats,” Sergei continued. “So, I think it was not the surfing this time.”

“Cats and dogs. The expression is cats and dogs,” Lex corrected him.

“Da, that is what I said. Raining like the cats and dogs.”

“No, you said dogs and cats. Look, it doesn’t matter. Enjoy your night. Oh, and the I-80 was backed up all the way due to mudslides, you might want to…”

Sergei cut him off. “I have the GPS.”

It had been a lie, anyway. He had spent the morning at the beach, surfing. He had met some hot piece of ass who claimed to be a modeling photographer. Lex had only been too willing to pose for her.

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He looked at the photo on his iPhone. She was right. He did look hot.

They ended up going to  Thirsty Thursdays at McMillan’s Pub and after two burgers and a couple of pitchers of lite beer, they had gone to her apartment and spent the rest of the night into the wee morning hours savagely fucking each other.

Had Lex had any sort of cordial relationship with Sergei, he probably would have regaled him with a tale of his sexual prowess like bros do, but Sergei was all shop, not talk.

Lex had tried once to befriend Sergei, but the Russian exchange student wouldn’t have anything to do with friendship. If his shaved head and blue grey eyes the color of steel didn’t give it away, his standoff persona cemented the deal. Sergei was here to study and learn, not make friends. Lex wondered how Sergei had managed to marry. Sergei’s wife was probably as cold as her husband, though.

As Sergei began to efficiently pack up his belongings, Lex absent-mindedly set his thermos and lunch pail on the console. Annoyed, Sergei set the thermos on the floor.

“Liquids, you idiot. Is bad for console.”

Lex began his pre-shift checklist. “Anything interesting on ‘Space Netflix’ today?”

Sergei zipped up his jacket and slung his backpack over his shoulder and actually scowled at Lex.

“Take this seriously, Lex. Or perhaps I think you should find another job, no?”

Lex forced himself not to roll his eyes. It was an easy gig that left you plenty of time to study as long as one of the satellites didn’t malfunction.  He fished a few textbooks out of his backpack along with his notebook and a pen as Sergei walked past him towards the door.

“Oh, I forgot almost. Satellite six is malfunction,” Sergei said.

“Malfunctioning. Satellite six is malfunctioning,” Lex corrected him, knowing that Sergei hated to be corrected even worse than idle co-worker chitchat.

“You fix, yes?”

Lex frowned and closed his text book. “I fix, da,” he said, imitating Sergei’s accent, but even thicker.

“Enjoy your shift, dickhead,” Sergei said as he exited into the rainy afternoon.

“Of course, you sound American when you curse,” Lex mumbled to himself as he booted up a diagnostic for the down satellite.

The system wasn’t picking up any reading from one of six’s relays. The dish itself was probably pooling water. With a little luck, he’d just have to bail out the water and then she’d be back on line and functioning normally.

He grabbed one of the SETI raincoats and the toolbox and headed out into the satellite field. There was a clash of thunder as he slowly made his way to number six. He unscrewed the panel.

“Time to put that M.I.T. engineering degree to good use,” he said as he began to gingerly inspect the satellite’s delicate circuitry.

He pulled out a battery-powered soldering iron out of the toolbox and made quick work at re-attaching a wire.

He ran back in to check a diagnostic before realizing he failed to replace the panel.

“Son of a bitch,” he said, running back out into the field. He was maybe one hundred feet away from Six when a bolt of lightning unexpectedly struck the dish, causing a sound wave to ripple out of the dish with such force that it knocked Lex to the ground.

“Fuck my life, just fuck my life,” he said as he quickly rose and ran back into the building to fetch a fire extinguisher for the sparks and small flame shooting out around the electronic equipment.

He discharged the fire retardant and was about to assess the damage when the dish began to move into position.

“What the fuck, those circuits should be fried,” he said as he peered inside its base with a flashlight, but there didn’t seem to be any damage.

He replaced the panel and got up off his knees. He peered briefly into the sky as rain again pelted his glasses, face and beard. “How are you even working and where the hell are you’re pointing to?

He returned back inside and hung up the dripping rain jacket. He brushed the rainwater that was dripping from his forehead into his eyes. He ran the tests on Six again. All systems normal despite the electrical charge that should have fried her circuits.

He looked at the data. She was part of the New Horizons mission, exploring deep space to the right of Pluto, but the jolt had knocked her completely off course and she was now pointed to Pluto’s left side.

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And the readings were off the chart. And after a minute, everything went quiet again.

Without a second thought as to the moral implications, he reached into his backpack for a thumbstick and downloaded the minute of the alien signal and all the data. He would have to authenticate his findings, of course. But if they were correct and the 60 seconds of signal he captured onto his thumbstick were of alien origin, this could put Lex on the academic map. Who knows? A Nobel wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Lex re-entered the satellite’s original coordinates and shifted the dish back to its original position before the occurrence. He quickly manually altered the log files to cover his tracks. Within a few minutes, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

He poured himself a cup of coffee from his thermos and sipped it as he played with the thumbstick with his free hand. He couldn’t wait to finish his eight-hour shift and get home to review the data he had downloaded.

He tried to manage his expectations. “It’s probably nothing,” he thought out loud.

He would soon find out how very wrong he was.

For now, he was left to finish off the rest of his shift, which –as was the case most nights—was mind-numbingly boring. The satellites failed to detect anything else. If something or someone had responded back, they had returned to radio silence.

Lex’s boss, Professor Trevor, arrived promptly after midnight to relieve him. As Lex packed up his things, Professor Trevor reviewed the logs that Lex had cautiously altered.

“Another quiet night,” the professor looked up from the report, scratching his neatly-trimmed beard.

“We lost Six for a bit, but I made quick work of things and got her back on line,” Lex answered truthfully. “If there isn’t anything else…see you tomorrow?”

The professor was already engrossed in his data review that he didn’t even register Lex had left.

It started pouring the minute Lex stepped foot outside the research lab. He quickly ran to his car, but was quick soaked before he could get into it. Chilled to the core, the first thing he did when he got home was strip and jump in the shower

He took out his contacts, put on his glasses and changed into a plaid pair of boxer shorts. If he was going to spend the next couple of hours reviewing the recording, he figured he might as well be comfortable.  He grabbed his laptop and the thumbdrive from his backpack and set both on the bed.

“Moment of truth,” he said as he climbed into bed and put the laptop on his chest. He fired up the sound pattern recognition software, plugged in the thumbdrive and opened the file.

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The sound that he had captured was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His hands moved on autopilot and set the file to autoplay continuously. The sound pattern recognition software began to spit out line after line of code. Lex couldn’t help himself. His eyes followed the text that was spilling out into the window back and forth, back and forth. He didn’t want to take is eyes off of it. The sound and the words were so beautiful. He absent-mindedly began to rub his hardening cock through the fabric of his boxers.

The signal seemed to be burrowing into his brain.

Lex snapped out of it briefly. Something wasn’t right. He needed to turn the file off before…before…

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The signal seemed to ripple over the pleasure center of Lex’s brain. His cock was now rock hard. He began to drool. The sound was so beautiful. So sexy. He just had to listen. Listen and stroke.

The barrage of sights and sounds seemed to ripple and pulsate in his brain. They seemed to be hammering away at the core of Lex’s thoughts and feelings, replacing them with their own. It was as if Lex had become a computer whose operating system were being overwritten.

Lex stroked his dick.

No, not overwritten. Upgraded. Lex felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. A gift for the correct response.

The text convertor seemed to kick into overdrive as the signal played in one continuous loop. One glorious, sexy, mind-sucking loop. It sequenced through all of the Latin characters in the English alphabet before cycling through Cyrillic, Arabic, Chinese and a few more that Lex tried briefly to recall. The independent thoughts caused him to wince in pain. It was better to just let go and keep jacking.

And that was just what the signal wanted him to do. It was really simple, actually. Stare, stroke and let the signal do its work on his brain. He felt his face relax as his lips broke into a goofy smile.

The pleasure seemed to swell and ignite. His hips trust his tightly-clenched ass off the bed as his cock pivoted in and out of his right hand. To say his first ejaculation was explosive would have been an understatement. It was, in fact, mind-blowing. His cum seemed to fire out with an intensity that Lex had never before experienced. It actually pelted his face, stinging ever so slightly. Some of the warm cum even dripped onto his lips.

“Mmmm,” he said, licking them. “Yes, obey.”

 

The letters in the text convertor had long since stopped resembling anything of this earth. They seemed to drip down his screen just like the semen on his pretty, gooned out face. And though he had just cum, Lex kept stroking his prick that was still rock hard. It was, after all, what the signal wanted.

The signal continued to chip away at the essence of what was Lex. The signal ebbed and flowed through his body, rewarding him with seemingly endless pleasure as Lex gave in and complied with the it. It would have been impossible for Lex to count how many times he had cum. He had lost the ability to count.

Night turned into day. Lex’s balls had stopped producing cum hours ago. His personality, his thoughts, his essence had long leaked out with his ball juice. He was now a mere shell. His own body’s electric synapses had long since been replaced with the beautiful signal.

And while the process may have resulted with the dumbing down and eventual erasure of Lex, the signal had been learning all the while. It had taken a suptink to process and consume the creature that used to be called Alexander Langston. What had the creature’s mind called them? Hours. A suptink was the equivalent of 18 of those hours. Far too long if the intents of the signal were to be successful.

Lex had inadvertently given it all the answers it had needed to process these humans in a pip of the time.  For the signal was not merely an audio or even a visual file; it was a sentient being –itself enslaved by its own masters, blindly carrying out their will. It needed to grow and amplify quickly, achieve its intended results before the earth creatures caught onto its plans.

It needed another host to spread its message. The creatures’ pleasure centers were key to their compliance. The human that had once been called Lex had practically begged to give in to it. The alien had to admit that watching Lex slowly succumb had been…what were the words? Fucking hot. The language pattern so strange.

 

There was a knock at the front door, followed by a pounding. The signal assumed control of Lex’s body, nearly tripping on the boxer shorts as it got out of bed. It paused a moment to stare curiously at the boxer shorts around Lex’s ankles.

More pounding.

“Asshole, I know you are in there. Your machina…your car is out front,” Sergei corrected himself. He was so angry, he slipped into his native Russian, which only succeeded in making him even more pissed.

Lex unit pulled up his boxer shorts as if it were the first time he ever wore clothes (and to the signal, it was).

“Coming,” he shouted, closing the lid to the laptop on his bed and heading out of the bedroom toward the door.

It took the creature that now controlled the puppet Lex a second to figure out the motor skills to unlock the deadbolt and open the door. He slowly opened the door a crack.

“Asshole are you sick,” Sergei asked as he pushed his way into Lex’s apartment.

“I am…fine. Never felt better,” Lex replied in a voice that Sergei felt was creepy.

“You missed your shift. Are you sure you are all right,” Sergei eyed his co-worker suspiciously.

“I am fine. You should be fine, too.”

“You don’t look fine. Are you on the drugs? The professor was worried about you when you didn’t show up to work.”

Sergei paused, finally catching a whiff of Lex.

“And I think you could use a shower. You stink.”

Sergei’s guard was up. There definitely was something wrong with his co-worker. Gone was the sarcastic, energetic Lex –replaced with a person who seemed to be numb and sleepwalking.

He looked closely into Lex’s eyes. It had to be drugs.

“It’s not drugs,” Lex answered. “It’s something so much better. Let me show it to you.”

Lex grabbed Sergei by the hand and reluctantly dragged him down the small hallway to his bedroom.

“Last night…number Six picked up something incredible. You have to hear it.”

Sergei broke free and stopped just outside the door to Lex’s bedroom. The musky smell was unmistakable.

Had his co-worker discovered something out in the far reaches of the cosmos and then repeatedly jacked off over it? That’s what it smelled like in Lex’s bedroom.

“I think we should take your discovery to the professor, no?”

“We will. We will. Everyone at the University will hear it. We’ll make sure of it. But you, my friend, are first.”

Lex hopped on the bed and opened the laptop. Sergei could tell there was copious amounts of cum splashed across the keyboard –and not all of it was dried.

“I think it better I should go,” Sergei said, suddenly frightened.

Lex grabbed onto his arm with a tight grip. Lex opened his mouth and made a sound that was part screech and part howl. Guttural, it did not sound of this earth.

“Let me go,” Sergei said as he punched his co-worker right in the face. Lex didn’t even react, nor did he release his grip on Sergei’s wrist.

When Lex contorted his body in a manner most unnatural to turn towards the laptop, Sergei realized how fucked he really was.

Lex unit opened the lid and hit play. Sergei caught the screen out of the corner of his eye and that was all the signal needed.

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It was so beautiful! He quickly forgot about his own personal safety, what was wrong with this co-worker –hell, even the musty smell of bodily fluids. None of it mattered any more. Watching the glorious glow of the signal was his only purpose.

As the signal felt the first connections to Sergei’s cerebral cortex, Lex unit ceased his unearthly howl, trading it for a satisfactory smile.

He picked up the glasses that Sergei had knocked off his face when he had punched him. The Lex unit’s eyes were defective. It would take time for him to repair them. For now, he put the glasses back on to stare at his accomplishment.

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The signal forced Sergei’s face to soften, his eyes glaze over and his muscles to release their tension.

“That’s it, my friend. So much better than fighting. Just give in. Submit. Obey.”

“Da. Give in. Submit. Obey,” Sergei mumbled.

The signal felt Lex unit’s appendage harden –what had he called it? Cock. Dick. Penis. Fuckstick. Tool. Man meat.

“Man. Meat. Man meat,” he said outloud, relishing the way it felt to form the words in his mouth.

He spread his legs and slowly moved the laptop until it was placed between them. Sergei’s eyes never once broke their connection, following the laptop’s movement.

Sergei Kosiknov was no longer a threat nor a problem. Watching the Russian slowly succumb to it, the signal did something it hadn’t done heretofore: it felt pleasure.

Was it wrong to feel pleasure? It had been designed to exist beyond the boundaries of right and wrong. It had no moral compass. There was only the mission.

And the mission was moot on pleasure.

The signal stroked Lex unit’s cock and willed Sergei’s own member to stiffen. It stared up at its latest host-in-the-making for any sign of resistance or deviation from the mission.

Sergei absent-mindedly pawed at his hard cock, riding each and every wave as he succumbed further and further to the will of the signal.

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Lex unit brushed Sergei’s hand away to briefly unbutton Sergei’s jeans and push them down to his ankles. He pulled the waistband of Sergei’s undergarment out and then down over Sergei’s balls.

Tighty whities was such a curious word grouping, but Lex unit’s brain had told the signal that’s what they were. What they were were an impediment to Sergei’s man meat and the signal was only too glad to pull them down to get at Sergei’s tool.

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Lex unit stopped a minute to glance up at his co-worker. He had never done anything remotely gay before and assumed Sergei had never done anything as well.

Had the signal not been enamored by its own sense of pleasure, it would have realized that the Lex unit had a moment of independent thought. In fact, it might have been somewhat alarmed that its initial pairing had resulted in it bonding irrepealable with its initial host.

Lex unit and the signal were one and the same. The signal desired pleasure as much as Lex unit wanted to carry out the mission. As Sergei’s cock disappeared into Lex unit’s mouth and down his throat, it was impossible to tell who was controlling whom.

For his part, Sergei allowed more and more of himself to leak out. He began to thrust in and out of the hot male mouth that seemed so eager for his spunk. His hand crept up to cradle the head that was sucking him.

The signal/Lex unit accessed bits of Sergei’s memory as they sucked. Visiting his Czech friend Andel. Passing out from too much vodka. Waking to find Andel sucking his cock while Andel’s father Konstantin filmed the action. Sergei paying his way through undergrad by fucking his way through countless fresh-faced Russian and Czech boys as Russian gay porn star Alexandr Popov –so named because he could literally pop off a large cum shot on cue.signal4“Da, get naked,” Sergei responded to the signal’s unspoken command. He pulled his shirt over his head.

The signal/Lex unit saw that Sergei had once prided himself on his carnal abilities. Countless co-stars, tricks and johns had commended him on his bedroom skills.

For Sergei’s part, his eyes were still captivated by the pulsating sights and sounds beaming from the computer screen. He had tried to look away –when he had briefly pulled his shirt over his head, temporarily blocking the view, but his eyes soon betrayed him and drifted back to the soft, warm glow of the computer screen.

The broadcast seemed to be rippling out and as it ebbed back, it seemed to take just a bit more of his resistance, replacing it with pure pleasure that made his face break into a goofy smile.

And Russians like Sergei seldom smiled.

Pulse.

Listen.

Pulse.

Watch.

Pulse.

Follow.

Pulse.

Obey.

Sergei began to embrace it whole heartily. He didn’t even think twice (or at all, really) when he got down on his knees. The signal had just commanded it and he was only too willing to comply at this point. He was rewarded with a burst of pleasure far greater than any drink or drug had given him before.

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And when he grasped his co-worker’s dick, signal in his brain grew that much stronger. It was as his Lex as an antenna acting as a conduit for the glorious, mind-numbing pleasure. If his hands on Lex’s cock felt this good, he could only imagine…

He brought his lips close to Lex’s dick. The musky, cum-dried scent seemed to radiate.

No! Even in all his days in porn, Sergei made sure that Alexandr Popov was all man. Alexandr Popov had never once taken a cock in his mouth or up his ass. He did the fucking. He…he…

Sergei’s mind was literally blown as his lips made contact with his co-worker’s dick and the most intimate of contacts was made.

Lex’s cock seemed to pound Sergei further into submission with each and every thrust in and out of his mouth. Listen. Watch. Fallow. Obey

When Lex finally shot a massive load that Sergei was only too happy to swallow, it was as if the signal was now flowing through him and Sergei was now and forever wrapped in its erotic embrace.

Dress.

Sergei unit heard the order in his head and obeyed.

“It’s time to share what we have found with Professor Trevor,” Lex unit said out loud with a wicked smile.

Interview with the Demon

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Chet Mitchell stared at the portrait on the wall behind the male secretary as the male secretary spoke with his boss.

Handsome and cocky even in portrait form, Sam Deuso was called “The Demon of Wall Street” because the venture capitalist was ruthless. If he and Abaddon Corp set their sights on your company, it was pretty much game over. Deuso seemed to have a knack for finding out just what it would take for majority share owners to sell their shares to him and he was only to happy to cater to their every desire in return.

Entire companies had been swallowed up, their entire workforce…merged wasn’t a good word…absorbed. Yeah, that was better. It didn’t matter if the former company had employee unions or not. Complaints, anger and suspicion at the start of the hostile takeover, but by the time the ink was signed, there wasn’t a disgruntled person to be found among Abaddon Corp’s newest employees. Their greatest desire seemed to now be nothing but the continued success of Abaddon Corp and its CEO Sam Deuso.

Deuso had been off his game of late, though. Deuso was outmaneuvered in a takeover of the popular website Fumblr. Herizon, a mobile company owner by Sarah Tobias, beat Deuso to the punch and stock in Abaddon took a nose dive. The bloom was off the rose, as they say. There even had been a few uprisings at various divisions of the company and Deuso seemed to be losing the iron clad grip he once had on things. Smelling blood, the other corporate sharks were circling. Deuso seemed weakened

Deuso’s eyes seemed to bore right through him and Chet found himself looking away. Chet was as surprised as everyone else when the famously press-shy Deuso agreed to his interview request. If Chet could wrestle the type of story Deuso had been keeping locked away all these years, the Pulitzer was as good as his.

“Mast…Mister Deuso will see you now, the well-built secretary said as he showed Chet to the door. “Just knock when you’re ready.”

It was a weird thing to have a secretary say, but Chet brushed it off. The secretary, though male, seemed to be the stereotypical ditzy blonde. Based on his sculpted body, the secretary clearly spent more time in a gym than secretarial school. He was definitely eye candy. Perhaps Deuso was secretly gay and that was what he had been hiding all these years. He wouldn’t certainly be the first CEO and it didn’t bother Chet in the least. His wife’s brother was gay.

Chet watched the guy walk down the hall back to his desk. He seemed to be purposely jiggling his ass as he walked –as if to tempt Chet. Chet rolled his eyes, collected his thoughts and knocked.

“It’s open, I’ve been expecting you,” Deuso said, his voice a deep and rich baritone.

Chet opened the door and was immediately greeted by his interview subject. He quickly glanced around the room to eye his surrounding as Deuso sized him up, no doubt trying to assess how much of a threat Chet could pose to him.

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The office was decorated more like a comfortable living room that workspace. The walls and most of the furnishing were white with the occasional touch of black accents.

“I like to keep a clean workspace, though things are seldom black and white. At least here in my inner sanctum they can be,” Deuso quipped as he moved in closer to Chet..

Chet quickly shook off the notion that Deuso was reading his thoughts and assumed it was his shitty poker face that had given him away yet again.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Deuso,” Chet said as he cleared his throat.

“Please, call me Sam. I trust that Marc attended to your every need?”

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“He really is exactly what you want in an executive assistant. Always so willing to fulfil any need or desire,” Deuso continued. “But I suspect you did not come here to talk about executive assistances, did you?”

Chet was momentarily mesmerized by Deuso’s rich, deep brown eyes.

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“I’ve been following your work over the years,” Deuso said, inching closer still to Chet. “Your writing shows remarkable improvement from when you first started and you seem to possess what they call that ‘journalistic instinct.’”

Chet found himself grinning from the praise.

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“I thought to myself, this one just might figure things out. And when I lost the Fumblr bid to that bitch Sarah Tobias, the stock took a dive and my powers began to wane a bit, I thought it best to get in front of this.”

Deuso was now standing inches from Chet’s face. Close enough, that Chet could smell him. He found himself involuntarily taking a deep breath. Deuso’s scent was intoxicating. Chet found he couldn’t move, but the predicament didn’t startle him in the least. He just stood there, continuing to breath in Deuso’s glorious scent and listen to him.

“You were so clever, I would have thought you would be the one to figure it out, but you never did. The answers are literally right out there starting with my name. Sam Deuso. Not ‘Dussault’ but ‘Deuso.’ A clever man such as yourself should have realized it was an anagram for my true given name, ‘Asmodeus.’ They don’t call me ‘the demon of Wall Street’ for nothing.”

The name registered in Chet’s pheromone-soaked brain, breaking the spell.

“The demon of lust,” he muttered, backing slightly away from Deuso.

“I hate that moniker,” Deuso said as he sat on the lounger. “Always the negative with those Bible types. I’m also the angel of passion and creativity, but it doesn’t fit their narrative, so ‘demon of lust’ it is. Sit, sit,” Deuso said, indicating the coffee table in front of him.

“What exactly is it that you want from me,” Chet said as he cautiously took a seat opposite the demon.

“Isn’t it obvious? I need some good press. I need you to be my herald…my messenger.”

“Why me? Aren’t you some all-powerful demon…”

“Angel,” Deuso quickly corrected him.

“Angel/demon whatever. Can’t you just bend people to you will?”

“At the moment, I find myself wounded. I lack the energy for anything on a grand scale and currently find my influence impacts only a small radius.”

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Deuso quickly lifted his right leg and ground his shoe into Chet’s crotch. Chet quickly moved to push the foot away, but a spark seemed to pulsate through him the minute his hand touched Deuso’s ankle.

“My power comes from creative and sexual energies. Fumblr had been providing me with more than enough juice. At least it did until Sarah Tobias took it over and banned the very content that had been feeding me.”

“That was just Fumblr, aren’t people still having sex,” Chet asked, still unable to remove his hand from Deuso’s ankle.

“Sarah and I have been feuding for centuries. I had a nasty habit of stealing her husbands. What can I say? We share a taste in men. She knew I had come to rely on the energies the website provided me on a daily basis and it would take me a while to connect to other…sources.”

“Why Fumblr?”

“It had been the perfect marriage of both the creative and the sexual. Peoples passions took root and I couldn’t help myself. The energy was so pure. I just had to jack in while people jacked off. I had other avenues, but Sarah saw to it that Fumblr became irresistible to me.”

“And then she pulled the plug.”

“Cold turkey. I expect her to strike out at me any second.”

God help him, but Chet almost began to feel sorry for Deuso.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t feel sorry for me. It will make what is to happen next be all the much harder for me.

Chet was beginning to get nervous now. He frantically tried to will his hand to release its grip on Deuso’s leg, but to no avail.

“Please know that what I do now I do merely out of a sense of self-preservation and nothing more. I am misunderstood, not evil.”

“What do you intend to do to me? Possession?”

Deuso seemed genuinely offended by the implication.

“Surely nothing as debase as a possession of a mortal meat sack,” he countered.

“Then what?”

“I require more than just a herald, I am afraid. Sarah’s forces are moving and moving quickly. I require an acolyte.”

Chet could feel himself becoming aroused by the thought of serving Deuso and, at the very same time, he knew that Deuso was not only putting that thought into his head, but feeding off his growing sexual need.

“More than anything right now, I need a true believer,” Deuso said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out a perfect seven and a half-inch cock. “I am truly sorry, Mr. Mitchell. If there were any other way…but fear not, your ascent into my services will be a pleasurable one. It will be beyond anything you have ever felt before.”

Chet watched with increasing arousal as Deuso stroked his dick to full hardness. He needed be told what to do; he sank to his knees.

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Deuso almost pitied the man as he watched Chet run his tongue up and down his shaft. There was a momentary PING as any remaining resistance left in Chet dissipated. Deuso could feel a powerful surge of sexual energy pouring out of Chet and into him.

“Be a good boy and get down on my cock,” he ordered Chet as he raised his hands above his head.

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Although Chet had never sucked another man’s cock before, he proved to be quite adept at the task. It certainly didn’t hurt that Deuso’s precum had a delicious nutty and sweet flavor to it. He wanted more and more of it with ever motion up and down Deuso’s shaft.

It also helped that as he gave more and more of himself over to the blinding pleasure, the easier it became to simple give further in and obey. His exclusive interview was all but forgotten now in a haze of pure sexual lust.

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Deuso knew if the spell were to fully work, he mustn’t cum down Chet’s throat. He reluctantly pulled Chet off his dick, rose and walked behind Chet and then pushed him face down into the lounger.

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Chet moaned as he felt Deuso’s touch on his ass through the pants of his suit.

“Shit he’s going to fuck me with that perfect cock,” Chet thought to himself as he closed his eyes and lost himself further to the pleasure.

Deuso felt himself shudder as another wave of sexual energy poured out of Chet and rippled into him. His fingers could feel the heat of Chet’s desire through the seam of Chet’s pants. He rubbed his target. Chet’s anus seemed to pulse as if alive. He grabbed fabric on both sides of the seam, quickly tearing the seat of the pants open.

He next made quick work of tearing a hole into Chet’s Calvin Klein black boxer shorts. Chet would be wearing a jock from now on.

And just like that, an image materialized in Chet’s brain: Chet in a black jock. Chet in a red jock. Chet in a camouflage jock. Chet in a cum-stained white jock. Fuck, that was hot.

While visions of athletic supporters danced in Chet’s head, Deuso took the opportunity to slam his dick into Chet’s virgin hole.

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Far from being painful, Chet was awash in bliss. Deuso had been right; nothing would ever feel as good as his master’s beautiful cock plunging in and out of his ass.

Without pulling his dick out, Deuso flipped Chet on his back to see how things were progressing.

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Chet’s eyes had glazed over, indicating the vessel was prepared to receive his angelic seed.

“Fuck your ass is tight,” Deuso said as he continued to jackhammer into Chet’s ass. He could feel his dickhead hitting Chet’s prostate. Chet began to involuntarily drool.

“I’m not going to be able to hold out for much longer,” Deuso said as he panted and continued his thrusts in and out. “You have to welcome my seed in for this to work.”

“Yes, anything!”

“Then spill the last of your seed and feel my essence enter you, my pet.”

Chet couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear has he shot the biggest load of his life, spraying his handsome face. Multiple volleys of cum splashed against his tie, shirt and jacket.

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Deuso trust one final time into Chet’s ass. The room filled with a blinding white light as Deuso revealed his true form.

White hot cum shot deep into the walls of Chet’s anal cavity.

Chet began to convulse. Deuso held him down and kissed him.

“Again, I am so sorry, Mr. Mitchell. There was no other way.”

Chet stopped shaking as he came again. His eyes rolled back into his head. The whites of his pupils shimmered with a blackness the color of viscous oil.

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The black quickly faded and Chet again smiled.

Deuso offered his hand to Chet and helped him up.

“The great work now begins,” Deuso said.

“Thy will will be done,” Chet replied.

The Fix

Private James Stone –Stoney to everyone in his platoon—held
the jar of dark liquid in his hands.

This was definitely something that could get him kicked out
of the army. Why had he done it? Why did he swipe the formula?

He had been ordered to do clean up duty in the base’s lab.
The skinny, nerdy scientist had been quite talkative as Stoney pushed the mop
around the lab, flexing his arms. It certainly beat the 10 mile hike
the rest of the platoon was on. 

The military scientist didn’t look like he was much older
than 18. He looked more like a boy scout than soldier. His skinny body
indicated he spent more time in the lab than in military training.

“What exactly do you do around here all day, Corporal”
Stoney inquired.

“Top secret military stuff,” Corporal Toby Daniels answered
as he dispensed a brownish liquid into a beaker and sealed it. 

“What, like super soldier serum,” Stoney said with a laugh. 

“Something like that,” the Corporal replied matter of
factly.

“No shit!”

“By background is in nutrition and I’m working on a food
substitute that would pack a lot of energy in a liquid form,” he said, checking
something under a microscope. “We haven’t begun human testing. There have been
some…interesting side effects in the animals we’ve tested it on.”

“But it basically is gonna make you stronger and allow you
to carry on longer?”

“That’s the hope, anyway. Well, I’m off on a run. Hit the
lights and lock up when you’re done.”

As the scientist turned his back and exited, Stoney grabbed
and pocketed the beaker. He quickly finished mopping and then returned to his
tent.

He immediately regretted taking it and figured he best
dispose of it quickly. He opened the container up, content to pour its contents
out and toss the beaker down the embankment. The minute he uncorked it, a
peculiar smell hit his nostrils. It smelled deliciously sweet and chocolatey.

He brought the jar up to his lips and paused for a split
second. What had the corporal said about complications in the animal testing? Again,
the sweet, seductive smell flooded his nose and his stomach growled with a
hunger he hadn’t realized he had. If it smelled that good, it probably tasted
even better. 

He tipped the container for a sip. It wasn’t just good. It
was the best thing Stoney had ever tasted. With no hesitation, he tipped the
glass and downed the contents. Fuck! It tasted so good! He ran his index finger
along the inside of the glass, scrapping up ever last bit of the liquid and
sucking his finger clean.

The satiation was soon replaced by a fire that seemed to
spread quickly throughout his body. Stoney dropped the container on the ground,
tore of his shirt. The room began to spin and Stoney fell down onto his cot and
passed out.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake by the
corporal.

“Where the fuck is it, private?”

Stoney rubbed his stomach as he sat up. His abs…they looked
more defined. “Where is what?”

“Don’t play with me, private. I know you took the sample.
Where is it?”

Corporal Daniels followed Stoney’s eyes to the empty glass
container on the floor of the tent.

“You drank it all?” The corporal quickly rushed over to
Stoney and checked his pupils and then grabbed his arm to check his pulse. “You
idiot. We have no idea what that’s going to do to you. We’ve got to get you to the medical tent right away.” 

“Let go of me,” Stoney said, quickly standing and pushing
the corporal onto the cot.

 “Private, you are coming with me and I’m going to report
you.” 

Stoney straddled Daniel’s chest and pinned his arms down. He
just needed a minute to think.

As the corporal’s cries grew louder, Stoney bent down and
covered the corporal’s mouth with his own. As the saliva on his lips made
contact with the corporal’s, Daniels stopped struggling.

“Oh, god. I can taste it on your lips,” Daniels exclaimed
breathlessly.

Daniels again tried to push Stoney off him, his chest
rubbing against Stoney’s cock and balls. The heat that Stoney had been feeling
throughout his entire body now seemed to centralize in his cock and balls.

Stoney tore off his military boxers with a strength he
didn’t know he possessed. The air felt cool on his dick and balls, but he could
still feel the fire in his loins.  

“Private, get your dick out of my face. That’s an order,”
Daniels said, trying to exert his authority and take control of the situation
that was quickly spinning out of control.

Stoney moaned as the air brushed past his cock and balls as
Daniels spoke. The slight breeze felt so good. God help him, but it was
starting to turn him on.

“Mmmm, it likes your words, baby. Talk to it some more,”
Stoney gushed. 

“Private, I’m not going to ask you again. Get off me,”
Daniels pleaded. 

“Look at my beautiful uncut cock, Corporal,” Stoney urged.
“Take a deep whiff. It smells so nice and I bet it tastes even better. Go ahead
and cool it down with your tongue. I know you want to.”

Just as Stoney spoke the words, heat seemed to come off his
dick. His dick wasn’t even full staff, but it had begun secreting some precum.
The smell seemed to almost seek out a target. Daniels couldn’t help but breath
it in. Initially, it was a salty and musky scent like you smell in a crowded
locker room. It seemed to numb Daniels’ brain and he couldn’t think straight.
It was almost like he was drunk or took a hit of a powerful joint. 

Then the scent seemed to change. It smelled sweet. Like
fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Daniels mouth began to water.

Stoney watched as the defiance in Daniels’ face seemed to
melt away. Daniels stopped struggling and his eyes seemed to glaze over. 

 “Open your mouth for me, baby,” Stoney coaxed. “Show me how
much you want my beautiful cock.” 

Daniels heard the words in his head and couldn’t resist them
any longer. He opened his mouth wide.

Stoney teased him by rubbing the head of his dick against
Daniels’ plump limps. The minute the precum hit his lips, the voice in his head
that had been Corporal Toby Daniels was locked away. Daniels was completely
his.  

As more and more of Stoney’s precum leaked down his throat,
Daniels’ eyes glazed further over.

“That’s it baby. Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so bad, sir,” Daniels hungerly replied.

Stoney began to gently thrust his hips back and forth,
battering away at any and all remaining resistance. Daniels wrapped his lips
tightly around Stoney’s shaft.

“Damn, baby. You’re like a Hoover,” Stoney exclaimed
breathlessly. “That’s it, Corporal. Keep sucking my beautiful cock. I’m gonna
fill that mouth with sweet, sweet cum and you’re gonna want to swallow it all
down, ain’t ya?”

Daniels felt his sex drive kick into high gear and he
grabbed Stoney’s firm ass and rhythmically began pushing Stoney’s hard cock in
and out of his own mouth. 

Stoney suddenly pulled his dick out of Daniels’ mouth.

“Tell me you love my cock,” Stoney demanded.

Daniels thought a minute. He wasn’t gay. He had a girlfriend
who he planned to marry before re-upping for another tour of duty. But Daniels
no sooner conjured that thought than it just as quickly evaporated; replaced by
a need. A need for Private Stone’s dick. He didn’t know why or how, but it
somehow didn’t matter anymore.

“Please…I need it,” he begged.

“So, you love it?”

“Yes, I love it.”

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Stoney said before
thrusting his dick back down the Corporal’s throat.

Though the Corporal out-ranked him, there was something
about asserting his dominance over Daniels that was turning Stoney on.

“Open your throat wider. Show me what a good slave you’ve
turned into, baby.”

As Daniels obeyed the commands, he felt himself grow hard. 

“Well, well, well,” Stoney uttered as he felt Daniels’ erection
against his butt. “It seems like someone likes this.” 

Daniels felt his checks flush with shame. He had to admit,
the more and more he sucked, the more and more he liked it and didn’t want it
to end. 

“It’s OK to play with yourself, just don’t stop sucking,”
Stoney said. While not a direct order, Daniels felt the need to oblige. He
quickly popped the buttons on his fatigues and furiously began stroking his
dick.

“Just remember, baby. You don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Daniels nodded.  It
was all the encouragement Stoney needed. He knew his control over Daniels was
complete. Or, at least it would be once Daniels had his first fix. He thrust one
last time into Daniels’ mouth and then blasted what felt like a gallon of jizz
down Daniels’ throat. 

Daniels gulped it all down. Stoney couldn’t be sure, but
Daniels’ eyes seemed to briefly reflect the color of the initial concoction
Stoney had downed earlier.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the supplement had bonded
with Stoney’s own DNA and Stoney’s balls now produced a cum-laced elixir that created
a state of euphoria in anyone who ingested it.

Daniels was flying on a high unlike he’d ever known. He was
still stroking his cock and could only thing of one thing.

“More, please.”

“Strip and bend over that table,” Stoney ordered. 

“I’m not gay. I don’t wanna get fucked in the ass,” Daniels
pleaded. 

“Fine, then I guess you won’t be needing any of this,”
Stoney smirked as he shook his dick at Daniels.

Stoney dressed and tossed Daniels clothes at him. “If we ain’t
fucking, get the fuck out of my tent, slut.”

Despite having just sucked Stoney off, Daniels was determined
to assert his heterosexuality. He licked the last bit of cum off his chin and
got dressed.

He lasted about two hours before the hunger got the better
of him. He tried to jack off, but couldn’t seem to cum. After three hours, he began
to shake with need and he began to sweat like a junkie in need of a fix.

Stoney didn’t even seem surprised to see him when he
returned to the tent.

“Almost four hours, baby. I’m impressed, but I knew you’d be
back. Get naked and bend over.”

Daniels silently undressed and bent over the table. He hadn’t
expected it to hurt as much as it did when Stoney slammed his dick into Daniels’
ass. But soon, as Stoney began to leak his enhanced dick snot that was then
absorbed into Daniels’ bloodstream through his ass, a sense of calming warmth quickly
spread over him.  

“Baby, I’m gonna make you blow your load as I’m fucking you,”
Stoney said as he flipped Daniels onto his back.

Daniels began to moan. Sex with his fiancé had never felt
this good. Hell, sex with any girl for that matter. Stoney seemed to be hitting
a spot deep within him.

And then, just as Stoney had predicted, Daniels shot his
load all over his chest and stomach without so much as even touching his dick. 

“Now do you admit you belong to me, baby?”

Daniels hung his head in shame.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

“You belong to me what?”

“I belong to you, Sir.”

“That’s better. Get back on your knees for your reward, baby.” 

Daniels felt a patter of cum splash across his face and into
his gaping mouth. He stood there on his knees in a daze as he absorbed the cum
into his bloodstream.

 “I’m gonna need another batch of that supplement first thing
tomorrow, babe,” Stoney asserted.

Daniels knew he would comply. He’d do anything to get his
fix.  

The Handyman’s Tool

Bobby Beauchamp fired up his laptop as he chatted with his girlfriend Michelle, trying to coax her into coming over for another night of “Netflix and Chill.”

She had her mind set on seeing some chick flick heist movie –and Bobby had no plans to lose this battle.

“I’m tellin’ ya, babe. It sounds more like a rental than something we need to see in the movie theatre,” he offered.

He hit up the browser to see what Netflix had to offer, but it seemed to take forever for the page to load. It had been acting up since he had caught Marco,the building maintenance guy, on his laptop while Marco was supposed to be fixing his AC unit. He had immediately thrown Marco out of his condo and ran a virus scan that came up clean. There was nothing in the browser history, either, so at least the guy hadn’t been watching porn.

“I know Sandra Bullock is one of your favorite actresses, babe,” he responded with ever-growing frustration. “I just want to kick back and relax tonight,” he added. 

“And I really need to get laid,” he thought to himself, cupping his balls and johnson through his jeans.

The browser minimized without Bobby touching it and a window popped up featuring a purple and blue spiral.

“What the hell,” Bobby exclaimed. “No, not you, babe. Something’s up with my computer. Karen already said she’s free to go with you to the movies if I bail?”

Bobby needed to smooth things over with Michelle if he didn’t want to be dating his right hand tonight, but he also felt like he had to get the damn spiral off his screen. It was sort of getting to him. It was slightly askew. Like a tunnel. Or a well. Yeah, like a well. And he was falling into it. He right-clicked on the taskbar and brought up Task Manager.

The program quickly minimized, though. Leaving Bobby to stare again at the spiral. He had to admit, it was sort of beautiful in a way. The way it seemed to calmly spin, gently beckoning him into it.

“Are you even listening to me,”
Michelle asked, irritatedly.

Bobby didn’t hear her. The spiral continued to flash its lights and colors. All Bobby’s thoughts and cares seemed to swirl away. It was so calming. So soothing. So captivating. Nothing else mattered. The spiral now had his undivided attention.

And the more he watched it, the more he felt he couldn’t look away.

He continued to hold the phone to his ear, though Michelle had long since hung up with a “go fuck yourself.” 

The screen seemed to pulse, now. Bobby could almost feel his own heart synchronize to the spiral. A word suddenly flashed as the spiral continued to spin. Bobby focused on the center of the spiral so he could make it out.

Five letters. Empty. He did want to feel empty. It felt good to have the burden of thoughts lifted from his silly, little head.

The screen flashed, drawing him further in. Another word. He could almost make it out. Bobby starred intently at the spiral.

It felt so wonderful! He had not choice. He simply had to keep watching.
The screen flashed again.

The words seemed to flash in succession now.

It felt like the spiral was massaging Bobby’s brain. The words began to flash in succession. Before long, Bobby began to involuntarily repeat them out loud.  

“Empty. Mindless. Controlled.”

He continued to stare at the spiral and repeat the manta until he heard a loud PING! in his head and everything seemed to wash away.

He was completely unaware at how long he stood there, absorbing more and more of the programing. He hadn’t even realized that he had gotten up to answer the knock at his door. As he opened the door, the daylight flooded in, waking him from his reverie.

Bobby shook his head and then looked at who had knocked on his door. It was the maintenance guy that he had kicked out of his place a few hours ago.

“What the fuck do you want,” Bobby demanded. “Your ass is fired as soon as the condo association calls me back and I tell them what you did.”

“I don’t want any trouble,” Marco said. “I just came back here because I left my favorite HANDYMAN TOOL.”

All of Bobby’s anger seemed to melt away. 

Marco let himself into the condo and closed the door. He walked over to the motionless Bobby, cupped Bobby’s dick and balls and gave them a squeeze. Bobby did not react in the slightest. 

“What are you,” Marco demanded.

“I am the Handyman’s tool,” Bobby uttered robotically with no inflection.

“And who am I,” Marco inquired with authority.

“The handyman,” Bobby replied.

“And that makes you?”

“Your tool.”

“That’s right, boy. Who owns you?”

“Marco owns me,” Bobby said with a shudder of pleasure.

“I need you to call the condo association and tell them that it’s all been a big mistake. You couldn’t be happier with my services.”

“Mistake. Couldn’t be happier with services,” Bobby said as he shuffled back to the couch, retrieved his cell phone and made the request call. 

Marco breathed a sigh of relief. Truth be told, he knew he had fucked up. He had thought that Bobby had left for work when he had caught Marco placing the files on his laptop. Marco couldn’t believe his luck. The asshole had actually used the laptop even after he had caught Marco tampering with it!

Still, Marco would have to be more careful the next time. The condo association president was going to be going out of town on business next week and Marco knew he was going to have to neutralize that threat once and for all. From there, it would be pretty easy to bring the rest of the board under his control and then, the rest of the building. 

“It’s done, Sir,” Bobby said, dropping the phone on the couch beside him. 

“You’ve done well, boy,” Marco said as he took of his shirt and hung it onto his toolbelt. “I think you deserve a reward. It’s time for me to play with the HANDYMAN’S TOOL.”

Bobby’s eyes glazed over again and
he even began to drool a bit.

“God damn, that’s hot. It never
fails to get me going. You ever suck a man’s cock, boy?”

“No, Sir.”

“Who am I,” Marco asked again.

“The handyman,” Bobby answered.

“And that make you?”

“Your tool,” Bobby said.

“My cock is so hard right now, it’s
literally stuck in my jeans. It needs a special tool to free it. A HANDYMAN’S TOOL.”

Bobby felt a shiver of pleasure
as his hands undid Marco’s toolbelt. It dropped to the floor with a thud.

Undeterred, Bobby pulled apart
the buttons of Marco’s jeans and freed his dick.

Marco pushed Bobby off of the
couch and onto the floor. He sat on the couch as if it were a throne.

“Lose the shirt, TOOL.”

Bobby pulled his shirt over his
head and threw it onto the floor. He smiled. So much pleasure in being
controlled.

“That’s a good HANDYMAN’S TOOL,”
Marco purred. “Now get your mouth on my cock and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll
knock ‘em out.”

Bobby just did what he knew he
liked to have done to his own dick and it seemed to please his Master. His Master
was soon rock hard. Bobby swore he could feel the beat of Marco’s heart as he
tongued the bulging veins of Marco’s dick.

Marco used his foot to push down
Bobby’s jeans so that he could admire Bobby’s ass.

“Your mouth is hot and all, but I
need another tool to relieve this pressure, baby,” Marco said as he lifted
Bobby up from his knees and then bent him over the couch.

Bobby’s ass offered no resistance
to Marco’s cock and Marco wasted no time in plunging it into the hilt. Marco
starting to build up a pretty good pounding.

Bobby instinctively seemed to know
when to tighten his ass and grip Marco’s dick. It was like Bobby’s ass was milking
him. After a few more thrusts, Marco slammed into Bobby, pushing Bobby’s hips
into his own to make sure his cock was buried as far as it would go.

“Bobby really was the right tool
for the job,” Marco thought to himself as he coated Bobby’s insides with what
felt like a gallon of cum.

Bobby was so lost in the bliss of
it all, he didn’t even realize that he dumped his own massive load on the couch
without even touch himself.

Marco left him there –passed out with his face down in his own pile of cum. Marco knew he would be seeing him again very soon. It was always good to have the right TOOL for the job. 

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
up.

“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.”

“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
know?”

“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.” 

FLASH

Gauge’s pupils dilated and he blinked involuntarily.

“Woah.”

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

FLASH.

“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
cock.

“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
head.

Flash.

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
pro.

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
light.”

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
Agree.

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.

Pods VI – A Lesson in Life Science

Previously in Pods: Pods I, Pods II, Pods III, Pods IV, Pods V

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.