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A season to remember
by mbennett22
Chapter 1
Monday, November 1
Hi! My name is Matt and I am a starting forward for Viking basketball. This is gonna be an exciting season for us, a season we've all anticipated for a long time. Parents and fans have been saying for years that this would be the year the stars aligned for the Vikings. See, this year is my senior year, along with nine other guys. Our starting five (Aaron, Jason, Luke, Chad and I) have been playing together since the junior leagues and have had eight seasons to work together to form a dominate unit. Last season, we all started varsity and led the team to a 26-4 record, losing in the state quarterfinals. This year everyone in the state expects us to win the small school division with the five of us returning, plus five more seniors and a pair of juniors.
Today is the first day of practice for the squad. Okay, so some of us have been practicing since last season ended, but for the team, this is it. I'll admit, it kinda sucks, because our football team is still playing, so Jason, Luke and a few reserves are gonna be missing from practice. Having only eight players active right now sucks because we've got to workout with the JV team, but it gives some of the other guys an opportunity to step up.
Thursday, November 4
What a practice! Coach Kerrigan wanted to see where we stood, so he gave us an early season conditioning test. First, all guards have to be able to run the mile in 5:45, with forwards clocking in at 6:00. After that, he felt the need to have us run sets of suicides until half the squad was on the verge of puking. He finally dismissed us, giving us tomorrow off for the big state playoff football game. How generous of him!
We got down to the locker room after practice and I was chatting with Ryan, one of the reserves whose locker is next to mine. Okay, reserve is a bit of an understatement, he's one of the guys that only gets in when we're up by 30 in the 4th, but as is he's a good guy and has a pretty hot girlfriend. Ryan and I were discussing our plans for tomorrow night's game as we changed. I took off my shirt, then put my feet up on the bench to untie my shoes and take them off. After taking my shoes off, I turned towards Ryan (as any normal person having a conversation would). Surprisingly, I found myself looking past him and seeing Chris sitting on the bench changing. I found myself mesmerized for a moment, staring at him sitting there in nothing but a pair of deep maroon spandex shorts. It was almost like I was in a trance...
"Hey, buddy, you gonna get up the courage to ask out Gina Tobias?" Ryan asked, punching me in the arm and waking me from my daze. I shrugged off his question, as I did my little staring session. See I don't know why I found the need to stare at Chris for that moment, nor did I care. I knew I was straight as an arrow, so it didn't really make a difference.
Monday, November 8
Even though the football team lost, coach felt the need to give the guys today off, just as a congrats thing. So, today was the last day we had to put up with second-stringers filling out our starting five. With Jason and Luke missing, coach had moved me from my usual three-spot to Luke's four-spot, while filling Eric in for Jason and Chris in my spot.
After practice, we hit the locker room. Lance, another reserve, walked past Chris and Ryan (his locker was on the other side of me from Ryan). As he passed them, he told Chris good job and that he could take it easy, seeing as it was only practice.
"I'm not going to take it easy. I'm gonna start small forward this year." Chris responded. Without even thinking I laughed. "What you think just because you guys have been the five since you were nine years old that you are still the best five 18-year olds in town?" I just shook my head for a moment.
"Chris there is no way you will start over me," I said, stating the facts. He was angry, it seemed, almost on the verge of tears.
"Yeah, Chris, what are you going to do, hypnotize him to suck?" Ryan asked. I was gonna leave it alone, but Chris was kind of a nerd. A few weeks back he gave this really...weird is the only term that comes to mind...presentation in science about how drugs injected into the body can alter one's makeup and make them like a mindless slave or something. There was also some crap about how viewing sexual stimuli men become entranced. I liked that part with the pictures of half-naked women being allowed in school.
Anyhow, Chris was so angered by Ryan's comments he didn't say another word, in fact he barely finished changing. He hadn't even taken his spandex shorts off before sliding on his jeans and heading out for the night.
Tuesday, November 9
Our first real practice as a team and everything was finally back to normal. We finished up our drills and ran our first real scrimmage of the season and after satisfying coach that the school's first state championship was less than five months away, he dismissed us. As we headed for the locker room, coach yelled out for Jason to stay behind. Chris also lagged behind in the gym. When we got downstairs, Ryan quickly asked me what that was about, but I didn't have a clue.
"Chris asked coach about getting help with free throws, and since Jason is the best at the line on the team, he drew tutor duty." Luke responded. Without a second thought, we all finished changing, and as I headed up the stairs to head back through the gym to my car, Chris and Jason headed for the locker room.
Wednesday, November 10
As practice wound down, coach said that we needed to make sure we were not only in shape for the season, but that bodies would be able to reach for every rebound or loose ball all season. Therefore, we had to do stretching exercises. We all partnered up and were doing our exercises, when I looked over and happened upon Chris and Jason stretching together. It wasn't so much that, yeah first off I had never really seen those two hang out before, but more over that Jason was on the floor with his leg up doing the stretch, the leg of his basketball shorts slid down towards his waist, revealing his muscular thighs encased in shiny white spandex.
So, okay, no big deal, Jason's wearing spandex under his uniform shorts, right? Well, see the thing is, with all of us being so close since junior leagues, we all usually wore the exact same clothing for games, kind of a team unity thing. And, well, had I not noticed Chris' spandex the other day, I would have thought Jason was the only one on the team wearing them.
Practice finished, I changed, and we were all trickling out of the locker room. I got across the gym and almost to my car when I realized I had left my history book in my locker. Coach had hit the lights, so I hustled across the darkened gymnasium and down the stairs to the my locker, and retrieved my book. As I approached the stairs, I heard someone screaming from downstairs.
"No, no, please!" the voice hollered. Being a good samaritan, I dropped my bag and ran down the stairs to the JV locker room. The door was shut and when I flung it open, I found Chris and Jason standing with Eric in between them.
"Everything all right, I heard yelling," I asked. Chris looked at me.
"It's fine, we were just down here messing with some people," he replied. I nodded my head and stood there for a second-I honestly don't know why, not like I was a teacher trying to get the truth from the kids. I turned and walked away finally, but just as I was turning away, Jason moved slightly, so out of the corner of my eye, I caught Eric sliding on a pair of spandex briefs in between the two of them.
Thursday, November 11
The next day at practice, coach paired us up in groups, with one starter working with a reserve on various things. The guards worked on ball-handling, the big guys on post moves and Ryan and I got stuck with just shooting drills.
"No one leaves until I reach your station!" coach demanded. Well, coach dismissed the guards first, letting Eric, Aaron, Josh and Jason go. Being the perfectionist he is, coach made Ryan and I stay for a few minutes so I had the "right touch" on my jumpers. Finally we were dismissed and he headed to the post players, while Ryan and I headed to the locker room.
I led the way down the stairs and as I got into view of our team lockers, the first thing I noticed was Eric, standing down at the end with Aaron. Now this isn't exactly unnormal, excepting that Eric is #20, and our lockers go by our jersey number, so he should have been two or three lockers down. As I reached the bottom he walked toward his locker, but I swear he had had his hand on Aaron's ass. As Eric walked behind the island of football lockers and out of view, Josh emerged from behind them. I thought this was a little odd, seeing as Josh had the first basketball locker that was completely visible from the door, but then reclassified it as really odd, because I noticed Josh was wearing a very tight pair of white spandex. I averted my eyes from Josh and his shorts, but when I tried to look the other way, it was almost as though I...I couldn't control myself. I found myself staring at Aaron's ass, which was completely gripped in shiny maroon spandex. I can admit, Aaron was a pretty attractive guy with a good body. He stood 5'8" and weighed 160 pounds. He had one of those toned bodies that every guy secretly wished for but never had. But now I did have it, or at least to stare at. As I found myself practically getting lost on his cheeks, he turned around. Wow, Aaron's well endowed, I thought to myself...and spandex shorts must really turn him on I muttered to myself. For a brief moment, I stared at his package, hard and encapsulated in the spandex, before realizing I was getting hard myself. For a second I lost myself, then came to the realization that I was checking out my teammate. I quickly looked up and shook myself out of this trance, and as I walked by Aaron towards my locker, I saw that he had been watching me the whole time, though he didn't say anything.
"Hey, we hanging out this weekend," I asked, trying to cover the awkwardness. As I looked up I caught his eyes. I had never noticed how deep blue they were. They were almost like an ocean...I found myself slipping again before he responded.
"Maybe...we'll see" he replied. He shut his locker and walked off. I found my locker and Ryan was standing at his (next to mine) changing. After a few moments, my cock returned to it vegetative state and I found myself thinking clearly.
"Something weird is going on," I said to Ryan. He nodded.
"Yeah, it is. Jason just brushed his hand up against my package and said 'soon'" Ryan replied.
"I think it has to do with Chris...and spandex" I responded. "Maybe we should talk with him?" Ryan agreed and since the post players were going to be a few minutes, we went to the lobby to grab a drink. On the way, I told him the weird story about the yelling and how when I got to the JV locker room I found Chris, Jason and Eric and I could have sworn Eric was pulling up a pair of spandex. Ryan agreed with me that something fishy was definitely going on. We headed back down towards the locker room and encountered Luke and Lance on the way. They lamented about how Chad (our center) was going to be late out tonight because Chris couldn't figure out his stuff. So we chatted with them a few moments before heading down to the locker room.
We arrived in the locker room and quietly walked towards our lockers (and subsequently Chris'). As we went to round the corner, we both stopped and slipped behind the island of lockers. What was this we were seeing? Chad, our 6'6", muscle bodied center, was bent over the locker room bench...taking Chris' cock in his ass. We both looked at Chad, noticing the glazed over look in his eyes. What had Chris done to him? Before we could think anymore, Chris spoke.
"In a moment, when I injected my cum into you, you will become my slave," he told a dazed Chad. Chris began tensing up. "You will do my bidding and do it well," he said, throwing his head back and unloading his juices into Chad's ass. Suddenly, the seemingly emotionless Chad screamed and then fell forward on the floor. Chris stepped over to Chad's seemingly limp body, put his hands under his armpits and assisted him to his feet. Chad bent over, exposing his naked ass to us, then pulled up a shiny pair of maroon spandex over his body.
Chris turned Chad around, and we saw Chad from the front. I found myself staring at his throbbing cock. Man he wasn't just muscular, he was hung! Chris patted Chad on the shoulder.
"You're now one of us," he said.
"Yes, master," Chad replied.
A Season to Remember: Chapter 2: Ryan's Resistance
The first couple of weeks of the basketball season have been pretty crazy. First, with some of our top players out of practice for a few weeks, a reserve named Chris made his intentions known for making the starting five and taking my friend Matt’s starting spot. Earlier tonight, Matt and I went into the locker room after practice and when I got to my locker, Jason, one of our starters, walked by me told me “soon.” Then, Matt and I got to talking and I realized that something really is going on. We concluded that Chris appears to be in the center of this controversy, so we were going to confront him about these strange occurrences. When we got to the locker room to confront Chris, we found him and our starting center Chad in a…well compromising position. After Chris finished off, Chad turned to him and called him master, which pushed this entire thing from the land of ordinary to weird.
“Dude, what is going on?” I asked Matt after we had snuck out of the locker room and up to the hallway in the school.
“I don’t know, but I’d call it strange,” he replied. We both discussed possibilities until I remembered Chris’ chemistry project.
About three weeks ago, Chris had done a presentation in chemistry class about how drugs could be synthesized to make your mind more open to suggest, allowing a person to be controlled. Chris also suggested that when men view sexual stimuli, their ability to act of their own accord is decreased.
I told Matt about this and he said that we should check out the chemistry lab. We needed to find out what he was up to and if there was a way to reverse it.
Friday, November 12 8:00am
I got to school early on Friday with hopes of getting information from the chemistry lab as to what Chris was up to. Immediately I headed to the lab and got in the student file cabinet for research and found his notebook. Reading through, I found Chris’ research on how these synthesized hormones would create almost a mindless state on subjects. I assume he was somehow mixing the drugs with his sperm to make them transferable, but I didn’t know how. I wrote down what I felt was important, as Matt and I were meeting at lunch to discuss the issue.
11:45am
I arrived at my school locker, which oddly enough was two down from Matt. Funny how me being a junior with a last name starting with a “W” and him being a senior starting with “B” put us close together, considering our basketball numbers put us side-by-side in the varsity locker room. Chad’s locker was also only a few down from Matt’s in the hallway, so I knew we couldn’t discuss the issue at length. We all arrived at our lockers around the same time and I told Matt I would talk to him in the lunch room. Not to sound paranoid, but meeting in a public place seemed safest…at least no one would be violating us and making us their personal slaves, right?
As we finished deciding our plans, I thought I heard someone yell my name. I looked around for a moment to see who had said it, then realized that Matt was staring at Chad in his tight Wrangler jeans.
“Come, we’ll go to the locker room and I’ll show you our new team strategy,” Chad said in a flat voice. Matt continued staring at his figure in the tight jeans, with his shiny maroon spandex peaking out of the top of the jeans. Before Matt could respond, I grabbed him by the arm and quickly told Chad we had stuff to discuss at lunch and rushed off.
We arrived in the cafeteria and quickly found an empty place to discuss the issue. “What happened up there?” I quickly asked.
“I don’t know, it was like Chad had some force over me,” he replied.
“It’s because he did,” I told Matt. I explained how I had read Chris’ notes and that he had somehow found a way to put together the drug with his seed and make it a perfect mind control solution. Once injecting the serum into his…well parts…it turned his juices into, well basically a parasite that takes over the host’s body, recreating their nervous system and higher functions to be an extension of Chris’. If untreated, this condition would gradually rewrite the genetic makeup of the individual, essentially making them Chris’ mindless slave permanently.
“So, what’s the plan?” Matt asked. I thought for a moment.
“Well, we need to try to find out how to make this antidote and try to reverse this,” I replied. “I’ll check out his gym locker and see if I can find anything.” Matt offered to come with, but I figured since it was over the lunch hour that I had nothing to worry about. As the clock approached noon, I headed down to the locker room. I was just breaking into Chris’ locker when I heard a noise and hid behind some lockers. I looked up and I saw Jason and Cale, our football team’s star tailback, entering the room. As they came down, Cale practically ripped the football jersey he was wearing, tearing down to the white Under Armour shirt he had underneath the jersey and his pair of baggy jeans. Wow, under that skintight white shirt, you could see the ripple of Cale’s six-pack abs. For one of the only African-Americans in the school, he could have any girl he wanted and the view made it apparent why. But now, it was Jason who wanted Cale. He ordered the younger player against the locker and proceeded to reach around, undoing his jeans and dropping the to the floor. Jason then dropped his own pants to the floor, exposing his spandex-clad ass to go along with Cale’s. He slipped his spandex down, and Cale’s down, showing off Cale’s defined black ass. Jason spread his cheeks apart and quickly inserted his cock into Cale’s ass.
“This won’t take long,” Jason said. He moved back and forth, pleasuring himself in the starting tailback tight rectum. After a few minutes, Jason pinned Cale against the locker and released his fluids into him. Soon after, he withdrew from Cale and pulled the spandex back up over his ass. Jason slid Cale’s jeans down and off, saying “You won’t need these anymore.” As Jason moved away from Cale, my jaw dropped. Not only was the star’s upper body held by that tight white spandex, but his lower body was covered by a set of shiny long maroon tights, which didn’t miss a ripple. I checked out his perfect calves, then my eyes strayed up, looking at that defined ass. Oh what I wouldn’t have given to trade places with Jason and have my dick in that ass. Or even to touch it…it was so perfect, and my cock just kept getting harder thinking about it. Was this mind control thing real, or would it hurt anything to just go grab that ass? As I continued to stare, part of me didn’t care, I just needed to touch that spandex clad ass. I was almost drooling at the thought of Cale’s body when he turned around. I looked at his body, covered neck to toe in spandex, hugging every curve of his perfect body, his eight inch dick bulging underneath it’s spandex prison. I was so fucking hard. Nothing else mattered, I had to touch that body. I stood up and was about to expose myself from hiding when Coach Kerrigan walked down into the locker room, waking me from my coma.
3:30pm
Matt and I didn’t have class together the rest of the day, but met up at our lockers after school. Tonight was the annual maroon/white scrimmage game and coach had posted the squads downstairs in the locker room. We knew it would be starters vs. reserves, but with 12 guys total, we didn’t know who’d be the sixth player on the starter team. The starters got the varsity locker room, while the reserves got excommunicated to the JV locker room for the night (kind of a ritual). So we headed to the locker room to find that it would be the five starters and Eric on the maroon team. Chris was captain of the white team in coach’s absence. Just knowing this, I didn’t want to attend the game. Reluctantly I headed to my locker to take my stuff out. Next to me was Chris. He looked over.
“Need any help?” he asked. I started to make a snide remark, but when I started to speak it was like he had a power that I couldn’t fight.
“No, I’m okay,” I said sheepishly. He looked at me.
“You might want to show up a few minutes early tonight, if you know what I mean,” he said to me.
“Okay” I replied.
6:15pm
I arrived 15 minutes early and made my way to the empty locker room. When I realized I was alone, I quickly located Chris’ bag and rifled through it. Finally in the bottom, I found a bottle marked “serum” and a bottle marked “anti.” I heard voices so I slipped the antidote out and into my bag and quickly rushed around the corner to prepare for the game.
7:10pm—20 minutes to game time
We were shooting around when Matt met me at center court and pulled me aside.
“He’s got Todd,” he told me. I looked over to see Todd, one of my teammates on white, with glazed over eyes and realized Chris now controlled three of our six players.
7:22pm—eight minutes to game time
Coach Kerrigan left the JV locker room after his motivational speech, giving our captain three minutes to speak to us before we went up to play. As soon as coach left, Chris, Josh and Todd all dropped their shorts, exposing their bodies in spandex. Josh and Todd quickly grabbed Jake and Lance and held them in place until they stopped squirming. I was mesmorized by Chris. I looked into his eyes.
“Yes, yes, you know,” he said, his deep green eyes penetrating my defenses. He petted my hair. “Soon we’ll all be a team”
8:45pm – Post-game
After the maroon team held off our late challenge, 63-59, they headed off to the varsity locker room, while we hit the JV locker room to pick up our bags. Chris had led all scorers with 26 points. With his great game it was evident what he was doing…he was going to be our star. He was going to take Matt’s starting spot, especially seeing as the rest of the maroon team (mostly Chris’ slaves) froze him out. Matt scored four points and both were off offensive rebounds. We all got downstairs and grabbed our bags, then headed upstairs for our post game talk.
The starters sat down on the bench in front of the reserves and coach began talking. Almost immediately, I lost attention, as I looked over at my fellow reserves, and saw Jake rubbing Josh’s dick. Josh quickly became hard, his dick desperate to emerge from it’s white spandex encasement. The harder he got, the harder I got and before long I realized I was being helped along by the hand rubbing my cock. Just watching Josh’s dick begin to form pre-cum on his spandex made me want to explode. I tried to lean back, but Chris put his hand in the middle of my back to keep me standing up straight, with his other hand stroking my cock through my shorts. He held himself close enough to me that I could feel his spandex covered cock in between my ass cheeks. I dropped my hands to my side, glancing one off of his spandex covered thigh. Suddenly, I found myself reaching around behind him, grabbing his ass and thrusting him into my backside. Oh, his dick felt so good and hard, I just wanted it in me. I wanted him to consume me and make me his slave as he had the others. Just as coach was finishing up his speech, Chris leaned in behind me.
“Go to the JV locker room in five minutes,” he whispered in my ear. He walked away from me and went to his locker. Matt walked up to me.
“You still need a ride, yeah?” he asked. I nodded. We both headed towards our lockers. As we rounded the corner, you could see Chris looking around, quietly directing his minions. Chris quickly left. “Good, don’t have to deal with him,” Matt whispered under his breath. Matt and I quickly just threw our sweats on and headed out the door. We got out to the parking lot to his car, when suddenly I remembered Chris’ order. Should I tell Matt about it? I contemplated, then remembered that feeling I had in the locker room, that comfort. No, I couldn’t…and I needed to get to that JV locker room.
“Shit, I left my shooting shirt in the JV locker room,” I told Matt. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said, rushing off. He said he’d start the car and warm it up. I rushed in the backdoor of the varsity locker room. As I rounded the corner, I noticed Lance standing there, naked. As I started towards Lance to find out what was wrong, Chad emerged from behind the corner. He pushed Lance up against the wall, then withdrew his long hard cock from his maroon spandex and put it in Lance’s ass. I couldn’t help but stare as Chad began to assimilate Lance into their group. Just watching for a few seconds, my dick was uncontrollably becoming hard. I don’t know what Chris had done to me, but I wanted to be in Lance’s position…I wanted to be one of his slaves. As I stared, Chad looked over at me. His eyes almost seemed to be glowing. Go downstairs they told me. I followed the order and headed downstairs to the JV locker room. The door was open so I walked right in and stopped just inside the door. I looked over to find Josh standing with his back against the wall. Looking down, I found Jake on his knees with his shirt off servicing Josh’s member. Jake quickly worked on Josh and it was obvious that he’d soon be under Chris’ control. I stood patiently in a haze awaiting my next order. After a moment, Josh rocked his head back, unleashing his load into Jake’s mouth. I watched Jake swallow it, then fall back on the floor, with his flat abs up and showing. With Jake on the floor, Josh pulled his white spandex back up and walked over to me.
“When he awakens, he will make you one of us,” Josh said to me, rubbing his still hard cock up against my leg. I looked over Josh’s shoulder at Jake’s body lying on the floor, his dick already hard. Josh nibbled on my neck, then whispered in my ear, “it won’t be long.” My inhibitions were gone.
“Hey, Ryan, you find it,” I heard Matt yell from upstairs. Josh quickly grabbed my crotch and looked deeply into my eyes.
“You will not tell him about us. The master will come for you…soon” Josh said to me, retreating to Jake’s still unresponsive body, dragging him behind the lockers. I heard Matt drop off the last step behind me and turned around, still somewhat dazed.
“You find it?” he asked. I shook my head.
“You know, someone else must have picked it up, I’ll have to wait until Monday,” I replied.
Sunday, November 14
With all the strangeness going on, after the intrasquad game Friday night, I just got home and tossed my bag on the floor. Now it was Sunday evening and my mom was bugging me for the dirty laundry. I reached in my bag and pulled out my clothes tossing them into the laundry hamper. In the midst of the stuff, I found the vial with the antidote and placed it on my desk. I needed to give that to Matt tomorrow morning, as while I knew Chris had some control over me, I needed to get the serum to safety before he took over. I had cleared my bag out and went to move it off of my bed when I realized there was something still in it. I reached into the bag and pulled out a glistening pair of maroon spandex. Where had these come from? I set them on my bed and just stared at them for hours.
Monday, November 15
7:30 a.m.
I was getting dressed for school, tossing on some jeans and a t-shirt. I packed my books into my backpack and began packing my basketball clothes into my duffel. As I completed packing the bag, I looked down to see the pair of maroon spandex staring back at me. I wondered what I would look like—what they would feel like on me. Without a second thought, I stripped down, sliding the spandex on my naked body. Oh the tightness, it felt so good. I looked in the mirror and could see every curve of my body shining in the sheerness of them. I didn’t want to take them off right away. I stood in front of the mirror thinking about it. You know, I could just slip down to the locker room during the lunch break and take them off. With that I quickly tossed my clothes on over the spandex, slid my boxers into my gym bag and headed off to school.
11:45 am
I had worn the spandex all morning without any incident and knew I had to go to the locker room and change. I waited at my locker for Matt, who arrived right on time. I slid the antidote out of my locker and over to him and he nodded.
“We going to lunch, safety in numbers?” he asked. I shook my head.
“I’ll meet you there, I need to go to the locker room and get my calculator. I must have left it in my gym bag,” I responded. He nodded and walked away. I think I practically ran down to the locker room. I quickly got into my locker and pulled out my boxers. Just as I was about to start stripping, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I quickly hid behind some lockers, peering out to see Chris and Luke entering the locker room.
Luke put his arms up against the wall and spread his legs. Chris slid off his pants and inserted himself into Luke. I quietly slipped out of the locker room while they were distracted with their business, sneaking down to the JV locker room to change. Once downstairs, I slipped behind the first row of lockers, quickly removing my shoes and sliding my jeans off. I knew I had to hurry with what was occurring upstairs. Just as I reached to take off the spandex, I was grabbed from behind by a pair of people. I turned and found it was Cale and Darren, our football team’s quarterback, both covered neck to toe in spandex. The fabric clinged to every curve of their tight muscular bodies. My cock was rigid inside its spandex prison. The stronger football players spun me around, tossing me down to my knees. I looked up and saw Chris walking towards me. I looked into his eyes and knew it was only a matter of moments now.
“But you were with…” I started to say as he arrived in front of me.
“Shh. Jason can finish him. I wanted the pleasure of taking your mind to myself,” he replied. I looked down and saw his hard seven inch dick ready to burst from the spandex. “You know what to do,” he said. “Then you’ll be free.”
I licked his cock a few times through the tights, before he slid them down. I began sucking his cock, and once the football players released me, started going to town, clutching his balls or spandex clad ass at any given moment. I started taking in his precum which made me just want the real thing even more. Finally I could feel him clutching and finally unloading his wad into my mouth. Chris pulled me up and I looked into his eyes, feeling a connection.
“What is your bidding my master?” I asked him.
A Season to Remember: Chapter 3
I waited in the lunch room for the entire period for Ryan to show up, but he didn’t. Finally, when the bell rang and I went up to my locker, he was at his. “What’s going on?” I asked him.
“Nothing. We can talk about it before practice. I have to get to class.” he said to me, slamming his locker and heading off. I wondered what I had done to offend him, but shrugged it off, heading to study hall.
Seating in study hall is alphabetical, so Chad sits directly behind me, I decided I should avoid my seat as much as possible. About halfway through the period, I was standing up next to the magazine rack, reading the daily newspaper on the counter, when I started getting hard. I didn’t think anything of it until I realized that my hand wasn’t on the counter. I looked down and found it on the spandex covered cock of Todd. I turned around and he stared at me.
“Give in to me. Become one of us,” he said. I freaked out, quickly grabbed the hall pass and rushed to my locker. After going to my locker, I decided that I needed to splash some water on my face. As I was finishing up at the sink, I heard the door open, looking up to see Chad walking in. I knew I had to get around him, but as I tried to maneuver past him, but he grabbed me by the throat.
“Look into my eyes,” Chad said. I looked up and found his piercing green eyes cutting through me. “The more you fight, the more it will hurt,” he said. I stopped resisting. We were both very calm. “There. Now become one of us,” he told me, looking down. I knelt down as he dropped his Wranglers, exposing his spandex-covered body. His cock was in my face and it must have been at least eight inches. He rubbed his spandex covered dick across my face, reaching for the waistline of his shorts to drop them. When he did this, I reached into my pocket, grabbed the syringe from it and stabbed it into his thigh, injecting him with the anti-serum. Chad let out a squeal of pain then fell against the wall, sliding down to the floor. His eyes looked as though the life had been drained out of him. He sat there, staring for a moment before he finally blinked.
“Chad?” I asked. He sat there, still motionless, for a moment before responding.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“You okay?”
“Depends on your definition of okay.” I held back a chuckle from his sarcasm.
“What happened? Do you remember?” I asked.
“Yeah. I remember everything.” He paused. “We were in the locker room after practice the other night and Chris started talking to me. He kept talking, but I couldn’t pay attention…I kept staring at him in his spandex. This is gonna sound weird, but for some reason I couldn’t get dressed. He snuck behind me and shoved something up my ass. I tried to fight at first, but kept feeling weaker and weaker until finally, I couldn’t control myself.”
“Yeah, Chris is doing something with spandex and his sperm to control people’s minds. I injected you with the antidote, but I don’t know how any of this works,” I told him.
“No, Lance!” Chad said. I looked at him. “The other night, I kinda did Lance and then he was like me.” I was puzzled for a moment.
“So, from what you are saying, not only does this serum make Chris’ sperm like a parasite to the mind, but it replicates into his slaves’ sperm.” Chad looked at me.
“Yeah, and he wants control of the team. He wants to be the star,” Chad said.
“Do you know who else is infected?”
“Just about everyone,” he replied.
3:20pm
Chad and I had formulated a strategy. Avoiding capture before practice was going to be easy. He would just stay in his practice clothes after fifth period P.E. class, while I had A.P. English, so I got out early anyways. There were two hitches to this plan. First, if Chad showed up without spandex on, they’d know he wasn’t one of them and would do everything they could to get him back. So, we decided it’d be best if Chad kept on wearing his spandex. Our second problem was right in front of me—Aaron. We had AP English together, meaning he and I would be in the locker room at the same time together. While our lockers were a good distance apart, what would stop him from trying to turn me?
3:25pm
I laid back after English class, letting Aaron beat me down to the locker room. I figured I had a better chance of injecting him with the antidote if I could sneak up on him. I snuck down the stairs, noticing him standing in front of his locker with no shirt on and only his spandex shorts on the bottom. I looked at his ass. Not an ounce of flab on it. I’d just sneak up behind him and stick it in his…he turned around. Oh, I could look at his dick, it turned me on! I looked up, catching those flat abs and perfect pecs, where to look, where to look? I looked at his face, catching his eyes, which had almost a yellowish glow to them. I was in no condition to fight him, but I had to. He smiled at me as I stared into his eyes. Aaron walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his hard cock against mine, making mine even harder.
“That’s right, you’ll do what I say, won’t you?” he asked me. I nodded.
“Yes,” I grumbled. He lifted my shirt over my head and discarded it at the floor. My arms hung by my side. Suddenly, as if awakened from a coma, the school bell rang for the end of the period. For a brief second, I realized where I was, grabbed the syringe from my pocket and stabbed Aaron in the abdomen. I helped him up and we quickly got ready for practice, heading up to the gym just as Jake walked down into the locker room.
Tuesday, November 16
7:45a.m.
Aaron and I had survived practice without incident. I tried to get Ryan to come with us, but he left hastily, saying his sister was picking him up. Now, we were in the lab, examining the files to see what Chris had used to synthesize the drug and the antidote. After sifting through the files, Aaron finally stopped and stood up.
“I’ve got it. He is using some sort of sodium thiopentone, which lessens inhibitions, but combining it with his sperm and a few other drugs, when it enters the blood stream it instantly causes the inhibitions to disappear, making that person open to suggestion. But since his DNA is hybridized with the drug, it acts as almost a satellite to him” he told me. I looked up from my book.
“Thanks for explaining how to make everyone my slave, but how do we stop it?” I asked.
“Well, see he is just using the serum to open the mind to suggest and slow down the rest of function so that he can control the person. All we need to do is speed the function back up and the person will take back their own body. That that you’ve been injecting people with is ephinephrine, commonly used when people’s hearts stop beating. But, in this case, it’s like a shot of adrenaline and wakes the person up.”
“Good, so we know where we can get more. I’ve only got maybe enough for two more doses left in that vial,” I told him. If we were gonna save everyone, we were gonna need more of the drug.
8:15 a.m.
I was grabbed my books for first period and closed my locker to find Ryan standing next to me at his.
“Everything all right?” I asked. He nodded.
“Fine”
“I’ve got good news. We’ve found out how to get more of the antidote to help everyone.” Instantly Ryan’s ears perked up.
“Really? How? And who’s we?” he inquired.
“Apparently the antidote is a commonly used drug. Aaron and I figured out how to get it.”
“I thought Chris had already taken Aaron over?” Ryan questioned.
“I used the antidote on him. We don’t have much left though so we need to get more,” I told him.
“Good, good,” Ryan said. “Hey, I have third period with Jake, why don’t I tell him to meet me in the locker room for something and we can use the antidote on him, huh?”
“Good idea,” I replied. “Meet you down there right after lunch period starts?” I asked. He nodded. The bell rang and we both headed off to class.
11:30 a.m.
Third hour today I was in COMSCI class. Josh was the only other player in the class, but he usually sat on the other end of the lab, as the teacher liked to separate athletes so they would talk and be disruptive. I could hear Josh talking with one of the computer nerds, commenting about how he had so much gas and needed to go to the bathroom. I looked down the aisle and found Trevor staring at Josh, completely mesmorized by every word he said. Josh got up and picked up one of the hall passes, exiting the room. Assuming from Josh’s talk, his rendezous point was the restroom, I quickly procured the other hall pass and went to meet him, with antidote in hand.
I walked into the restroom and looked straight ahead, seeing all of the stalls empty, with their doors open. There was a partision to my right, which shielded the urinals from the door. I could hear footsteps behind it. I slowly made my way towards the end.
“The master will be pleased with you Trevor,” Josh said from behind the board. “Once you are one of us, you will help us synthesize a longer lasting serum, which we will mass produce to control everyone.” Finally I reached around the board, stretching to inject Josh with the serum. I missed and he hit my arm, knocking the syringe onto the floor. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Stopping you,” I replied. He looked down to see the syringe I had dropped. We made eye contact, then both dove to the floor. He landed on the syringe and I landed on top of him. We struggled for a moment, before he thrust up, bringing both of us to our knees. If anyone had walked in at that moment, we would have probably looked like two dogs in heat. He pulled the syringe in close to his body. As we struggled, his white spandex covered ass rubbed against my hardening cock, and as I tried to removed the syringe from his hands, my hands kept rubbing up against his stiff member. After a momentary struggle, Josh flung the syringe towards the door, kicked me in the thigh and got away from my grip. Rather than retreat, he turned around, grabbing me by the ears and forcing my face to his throbbing crotch. Staring at it made me realize how hard I was. He tilted my head back and looked down upon my face.
“Look into my eyes,” he said. I stared at him. “We’re not going to fight anymore are we?” he asked. I shook my head. He took his cock out of his spandex and slid it into my mouth. He slid his dick in and out of my mouth, his head throbbing, preparing to cum. Suddenly, he fell to the ground, taking me down with him. I looked up to see Aaron standing behind Josh with the syringe in his hand.
“You can thank me later,” he said.
11:45 a.m.
“Jake’s meeting us in the locker room,” Ryan told me, as the lunch period began. “What’s the plan?”
“You grab him and I’ll poke him with the antidote,” I replied. Ryan nodded. We headed down the locker room stairs, and I could see Jake standing near the end of the island of lockers. I realized I could probably do this job easier by just sneaking up rather than a dual front attack, so I signaled to Ryan to hold back. As I reached Jake, he spun around grabbing my left arm. My right arm was free with the syringe, but then Darren, one of our football players who was covered from neck to toe in tight spandex grabbed my left arm. I turned my head to yell back to Ryan for help, but when I did, I noticed him standing behind me in shiny maroon spandex. I struggled, but he reached around my waist and undid my jeans, sliding them and my boxers to my ankles. His hard cock reached the waist of his tight spandex as he slipped them off.
“The more you resist, the more this will hurt,” he said as I tried to fight them off. If I could just get one of them with the last dose of the antidote I had, I’d have an ally. After what seemed like an eternity, Ryan slipped his head into my virgin ass. I struggled for a moment as pain ripped through my body, but that pain was quickly satiated by a subtle pleasure. “Do not fight, become one of us,” Ryan said to me. Darren and Jake released me and I fell back into Ryan. He continued towards his climax, reaching around and grabbing my stiff cock. My arms fell to my side—I had nothing in me left to resist. I could feel inside of me he was seconds away from turning me. Finally, he pulled back and released, firing his seed into me. I tried to brace myself, grabbing his thighs, and plunging the syringe in my hands into his leg. None of that mattered anymore. I found myself at my locker and opening it, finding a pair of shiny white spandex hanging in there. I slid them on over my rigid cock.
“Master will be pleased,” I said
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* A season to remember
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