The Legion of Obedient Super-Slaves
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
This is a continuation of a story that began with files containing
Parts 1-6. You'll have alot more fun if you read those parts first!
[Summary so far: Slade Beatty has been made the partner of alien Znort, who is
supposed to protect the Earth from a potential invasion of powerful barbarians
by creating a league of superheroes, but instead does it for his own perverse
Znort decided to give his human partner Slade with a tour of part of his
spaceship, cloaked in a secret location. As they reached a door in the
back, Znort explained what Slade could expect to see.
"In this room, I keep special technology from other worlds that I intend
to use in my mission. Some of it is legal, some is in sort of a gray area,
and some is totally illegal on all known worlds."
He pulled out what seemed like a small plastic sphere with two valve-like
things on top. "This is one is legal, and I've re-engineered it to work
with human reproductive material. You put the sperm from two human males
into this, and out will come a zygote ready to grow as if it came from a
male and a female. It works by taking a human egg, stripping off its
genetic material, and replacing it with the DNA from the sperm inserted
on the right, then fertilizing it with DNA from the 'daddy' sperm on the
left. So if two males want to have a baby, this device takes the first
step. There's actually a version where the 'mommy' male gets forcible
gene therapy and grows a uterus and all, but I haven't gotten that to
work with humans yet."
Next, Znort pulled a container of liquid from a refrigeration device.
"This stuff is only legal if everyone using it has consented to how it's
used. The recipient drinks the liquid, then consumes sperm from the donor,
two or three times a week. Gradually, the recipient's genes are altered
to be like those of the donor. So if you drink cum from a tall person,
you will become taller. If you drink cum from someone with a really large
cock, yours gets bigger. And so on.
"The trick is that the liquid has to first be 'configured' for the
particular genes you want to donate or receive. So you can set it
specifically for tall genes, or smart genes, or hair color genes, or
whatever. Nothing else gets transferred.
"When I first came to earth, I set up with a young partner who was really
smart, but quite short, skinny, nearsighted, and with a bit of an acne
problem. He got together with his little buddies and arranged to pay the
jocks in his school to let him and his friends suck them off, with the
liquid 'set' on the genes for height, natural muscle mass and tone, cock
size, low skin oil production, and perfect vision. The jocks were happy,
they were getting good money and getting off every other day. And from
week to week the jocks could see the geeks becoming taller, bigger,
stronger, getting smoother skin, and getting rid of their glasses. Some
of the jocks needed to improve their grades to stay on their teams, so
the geeks offered to let the jocks suck THEM off to increase their
intelligence. But the geeks 'neglected' to reprogram the liquid for the
jocks, so it was set for the same genes as before. Gradually, instead of
becoming smarter, the jocks just got shorter, weaker, and pimply. And
they weren't smart enough to see what was happening to them until it was
too late. By that time, the geeks could easily outmuscle them, and force
them to continue sucking them off, making them weaker and weaker. The
geeks even took some of the former jocks' places on their sports teams
and made those teams better, since they were now strong plus they had
quite an intellectual edge over the ex-jocks.
A number of the geeks who were straight forced their former-jock now-weak
suck partners to give them their beautiful girlfriends, who were only to
happy to switch boyfriends when they compared the newly tall, muscly,
hung former geeks with what their exes had become. Meanwhile, those geeks
who were gay often used physical force to intimidate their former-jock
suck partners into becoming their personal slaves, serving and worshiping
their new cockmasters for fear of being beat up. A couple of the gay geeks
who weren't into force had made it easier to keep their jock-pets by
'tweaking' the liquid into transfering gay genes into their ex-jock slaves
along with the physical characteristics, so the former jock would actually
lust after his muscled alpha-geek master, making it easier for the geek to
convince the jock to enslave himself willingly.
"So you can see why I need to be more careful with some of these things.
But in HERE --" Znort opened a drawer and pulled out what looked like a
small headband -- "I've got something that's illegal just about everywhere
in the galaxy. It's got a range of about 20 meters, line of sight. If you
wear this into a room, it forms a brain-wave 'force field' that bends the
will of anyone else in the room into the complement of yours. Say you walk
into a room, see someone, and have the intense desire to fuck that person.
The person immediately feels the same intense need to be fucked by you. Or
say you lust after having the guy grab you by the neck and spank you. No
matter what his normal sexual preference or desires, at that moment he
feels there could be no greater sexual excitement than having you bare-
assed over his knee.
"You can see why this is illegal everywhere. Any important person could
immediately become the willing slave of the wearer, desiring nothing
different than the wearer himself. Its effect wears off soon after the
target goes out of range, but the damage can already be done. I haven't
tried it out on humans yet, which I want you to do for me. Be VERY careful
with it, don't leave any permanent effects anywhere." Znort tossed this
last comment out rather cavalierly. Yes, the headband was dangerous, used
the wrong way it could reconfigure the world... but Znort didn't care much,
it wasn't HIS world after all! And the results could be very... STIMULATING!
When he got home, Slade looked at the headband with some trepidation. Not
tested, huh? It might have some effect on my brain if I use it. I'd better
offer it to someone else to try first, and make sure they're OK. Someone
horny and desperate enough to take the risk...
"We can't try it on anyone we know, they'd kill us!" JD said to Mitch.
"We can't use it at the school, we can't use it on friends or relatives..."
JD and Mitch were two short, skinny, small-framed gay sophomores at the high
school. They both had faces that would be considered cute: Mitch, his face
framed by long blond hair, with large lips and a slightly effeminate
appearance, and JD, the more "butch" one, with short straight black hair.
Neither had anything other than fantasy in their sexual history. What's
worse, their desires were so totally incompatible that even after each
discovered the other was gay, they quickly found out that they did nothing
for each other sexually.
Mitch brushed his hair out of his eyes. "And we can't use it on someone
when we're together, since I'm like the romantic type, and you're, like..."
JD sighed. "Yeah, I know. And Slade told us we can't use it on someone
really famous, so even though he's in town for a show, I can't use it to
have Zac Efron begging to worship at my feet. And even with the Lakers
here for a game tonight, I can't have Kobe Bryant longing to bear my
illegitimate love child.
"But I do have an idea. We can take the bus across town to the college,
where no one knows us. You've heard of Tom Schmidt, the star senior
quarterback over there? I've always fantasized about him, maybe one of us
could try to take him in his own bed."
It was Mitch's turn to sigh. "I don't see how that would work. First,
how would we get in there? I'm sure he lives in the football dorm, which
is guarded 24 hours, and with his big teammates walking around all over
the place. Second, which of us would get him? You know we can't use the
"I've thought it through. Remember that Slade told us the headband works
in an area around the wearer? We could just have the guards and other
players not want to notice us as we go through. And as for which of us
gets Tom... I don't see why we BOTH can't have him, one after the other.
Giving him time to recharge, of course."
"But after the first of us leaves, won't the field wear off and won't he
go nuts when he realizes what happened?"
"He won't know what REALLY happened to him, and I doubt he'll want to
tell too many people that he just voluntarily had sex with a pair of male
high school sophomores."
"Well, after all these years of just jerking off, I'm so horny I'm
certainly willing to give it a chance..."
Mitch glided through the halls of the football dorm, trying to keep his
mind on the task at hand. With the headband on, it was easy getting
directions to the quarterback's room. What wasn't so easy was not
noticing the half-naked college football hunks wandering the halls.
When he wasn't careful, Mitch's eyes would settle on a sizable bulge
inside a passing jockstrap, and his mind would wander towards sniffing
and chewing on that bulge. Immediately, the headband would cause the
bulge's owner to start to think about how thrilling it would be to stuff
his bulge under the diminutive high-schooler's nose, or into his mouth,
and the bulge would start to grow rapidly. This in turn would startle
Mitch into looking away and tyring to clear his mind as quickly as
possible, which was not easy: Just try forcing yourself NOT to think
about the giant bulge on the muscular stud now aimed towards you from
nearby. But when Mitch succeeded in his mind-clearing, the bulging stud
would shake off his thoughts and worriedly hurry off.
In his room, Tom Schmidt sat on his bed scratching his nuts. It had
been a hard practice, and his muscles still ached despite the long, hot
shower he had taken. He was looking forward to a date later this evening
with his beautiful girlfriend Kristen, and was getting a bit horny
thinking about how the evening might end.
At 6'4", he was not the tallest quarterback in the conference, but with
his sleek build and powerful legs, he was one of the fastest. He had
the aw-shucks country look of a young Brett Favre, with the light chin
stubble to match. Running his long fingers through his rich brown hair,
he idly contemplated the moves he would make on Kristen later...
Suddenly, his door opened without warning, and then shut. Tom turned to
see a scrawny, 5'2" high school type standing inside his door. He was
about to become angry and confront the kid when -- the world, somehow,
warped and... changed.
And standing inside his door was the most beautiful, most beguiling
creature he had ever seen. It was total love at first sight. All
thoughts of Kristen were immediately banished from his mind, which was
now filled with the sheer beauty of this blond bombshell of a boy. Man,
he thought, where has this young god been all my life? And how could I
ever have thought that I was attracted to girls?
Little Mitch, in lust and in love, ran towards Tom, man of his dreams,
and in turn the muscular quarterback, propelled by the intense lust
born of the reciprocity field, jumped off his bed and raced towards
the slight blond teenager. Also being transmitted from Mitch to Tom
through the field was the intensity of the years of sexual frustration
finally about to be over, in a total fantasy scene. Mitch leapt into
Tom's long arms, his deep blue eyes making unbreakable contact with
Tom's green ones, as their tongues met. Tom had never been much of a
kisser before this, but Mitch's hungry tongue and the force of the
headband made Tom earnest to make this the deepest, longest, absolutely
After minutes of mutual tongue probing, the very oral-oriented Mitch
wanted to explore the rest of Tom's body with his tongue -- and so of
course suddenly Tom wanted Mitch's tongue everywhere on him. It was
magic -- Tom would flex his arms just as Mitch's tongue reached his
biceps, Tom's nipples would stiffen just before Mitch began licking
them, and sproing! Out popped Tom's expanding cock from inside his
overmatched jockstrap just as Mitch dove to polish his knob.
Then Tom lovingly lifted Mitch, took off his clothes as if undressing
a loved child, and ran HIS long tongue across Mitch's chest. Mitch
almost passed out from sheer excitement, which wouldn't have been good
since the headband would have been deactivated. Tom's tongue began to
explore every inch of Mitch's delicate little body. Tom would orally
probe one sensitive part, then Tom would gently lift Mitch and turn
him over to access another lusted-after part. And guided by the
headband, Tom's tongue always found its way to just the right part of
Mitch that tingled with anticipation. It was the most amazing sex Tom
had ever experienced, which of course by definition was also true for
Finally, the inexperienced Mitch could take it no more. Almost the
second Tom's talented tongue touched Mitch's hypersensitive cock, it
exploded, spraying Tom's face and chest with teen spooge. Tom was torn
between wanting to taste every drop and wanting to rub the holy semen
into himself, so he did some of both.
At this point Tom would have exploded in his own orgasm if Mitch had
even just touched him, but as this was Mitch's first sexual experience
with an actual other guy, he was spent for the moment, and Tom's desire
to cum didn't enter his mind, so thanks to the headband it also became
unimportant to Tom, who focused on being romantic in Mitch's afterglow.
He gave Mitch little kisses all over as he spoke lovingly to him.
"I want to introduce you to my teammates as my lover." Peck.. lick...
"Some of them may not understand at first, but once they've had a look
at you they've got to understand why I'm totally in love with you."
Sniff.. little kiss.. "And I want us to fly somewhere where I can
marry you as soon as I can. I wouldn't want to risk losing you to some
other guy." Nibble.. lick.. "And I want to dedicate my pro career to
pleasing you. Everytime I throw a touchdown pass, it'll be for you."
Cuddle.. Pause.. "On your back.. is that a PIMPLE? Oh my God, can I
POP IT??? PLEASE????" Tom's hardness, that had been fading, was
immediately back at full strength. There followed an incredibly slow
and erotic pimple popping session that excited them both.
Soon afterwards, Mitch, being 16, was fully recharged and ready for
more attention to his cock, and so of course Tom's brain was
immediately reprogrammed to serve this need. Thinking it was his own
idea, Tom said, "I need you inside me somewhere, I don't care where.
I want your seed coating my throat, or shot deep into my asshole.
Which do you want?" Tom was desperate to know.
Mitch contemplated for a few seconds, and didn't have to say a word
when he decided. Tom, feeling a tingling emptiness in his butt, got
up onto his hands and knees, ass pointed towards Tom and wriggling
in anticipation. Tom said regretfully, "I'm sorry I'm an ass virgin,
so I don't know how to work my ass muscles to please your cock, but
I'll do my best!" Under his breath, Mitch, smiling, said, "I know
you will." Stroking the powerful thighs of his athletic love puppy,
Mitch spit on his hand, rubbed it on his cock, and moved it to the
hungry hole. Tom whimpered in anticipation of the deflowering to
Although neither Tom nor Mitch had any experience in this kind of
sex, the headband solved the problem. Whatever Mitch wanted to do,
Tom automatically adjusted himself to accommodate. Mitch's great
physical satisfaction was reinforced by Tom's loud moans of pleasure.
And when Mitch was ready to blow, Tom was totally focused on
contracting his ass muscles to push Mitch over the edge. And when
Mitch filled Tom with more teenspooge than he though possible, a
wave of satisfaction came over Tom, and again he had no time for
his own orgasm. It was as if Mitch subconsciously wanted to keep
Tom charged up for each successive act.
As the two of them lay there, Tom cooed to Mitch, "I want to dress
you up in great clothes, buy you presents like a great car, spoil
you rotten." Tom ran his long fingers through Mitch's shoulder-
length blond hair. He felt so lucky to be lying next to the boy of
his (now seemingly remembered) dreams. Mitch suddenly remembered his
agreement with JD, rolled over and picked his watch off the bedside
stand. "Shit! I gotta go! I gotta be outta here in two minutes!"
And of course immediately Tom shared Mitch's sense of urgency. "Let's
get you clean," he said. "I'll wash you in the shower room." Naturally,
Mitch was not keen on this idea, with everyone else around to see.
Talking fast, he said "No time, gotta go!" And despite still being all
sweaty and somewhat covered with his own cum, he put on his clothes
and headed out the door.
Tom was sad to see him go for a minute, and idly played with his
unsatisfied cock and balls, until the effect of the headband began to
wear off. Then he sat up in total horror, remembering everything but
seeing it through the prism of his normal self...
About 30 minutes had gone by. Tom huddled in the corner of his room,
surrounded by two of his teammates who had heard his yell of horror
as they passed the door to his room. Paul and Nat, very tall and
large-muscled offensive linemen whose football job was physically
protecting their quarterback, had been on their way back to their
room from the shower, so they were wearing only towels. Tom was
somewhat incoherent, but clearly frightened, and his buddies were
trying to calm him down and figure out what had happened. Finally,
semi-coherent words came from the star of their team.
"He... he came in here... he made me do it, he made me WANT to do
it, NEED to do it... he might come back... protect me!"
Paul asked, "Who? How did he get in here? What did he do to you?"
"He... raped me... I thought I totally loved him, but I never met
him before... some high school kid..."
This totally baffled both Paul and Nat. Nat said, "Raped you?
Loved him? But how..."
Tom was adamant. "Just stay here with me for awhile, in case he
comes back. Don't let him... don't let ME..."
Paul and Nat looked at each other. They were freaking out. Tom
was their true team leader, the undisputed reason they were having
a great season. Everyone in the team felt close to him, and hugely
respected his leadership ability. They felt as if they really knew
him and respected everything about him. And now here he was, sitting
on his bed babbling about loving a high school guy he had never met
before and being raped by him? And being incredibly afraid he might
come back? The two beefy linemen almost couldn't recognize Tom in
this totally shaken state. Should they take him to a hospital? Should
they tell anyone else from the team? Should they...
Suddenly the door flew open. In stepped a small, black-haired high
school student, wearing a headband and an outrageously arrogant smirk.
Closing the door behind him, the kid surveyed the scene, while the
three football players froze in place, briefly stunned.
"Is that him?" Paul asked Tom, who stammered "Y..y..yes... no..." The
two powerful linemen ran across the room to grab the teen, but as they
did, the teen pointed to the floor at his feet, and the two players
found themselves running slower and slower, and feeling an invisible
force pushing them down to their knees. Paul fought it with all his
considerable strength, leg muscles straining, sweat pouring from his
forehead, muttering, "Must... fight... this..." But Nat could not
resist the overwhelming force for long, saying "Too... powerful..."
as he dropped to his knees before the teen. Tom watched in fear and
amazement as he felt his two huge teammates -- his protectors -- fall
into the power of the teen. Tom tried to move, but found himself frozen
in place as if invisible bonds were around his arms and legs.
As Tom struggled in vain to free his extremities, the small teen took
off his own clothes, showing his proudly stiff five-inch cock. At this
point, the mood of the room changed.
Paul looked up, and his eyes became fixed on the teen cock. "That's...
that's... the most beautiful cock I've ever seen!" His feelings grew
into a storm, and soon he KNEW he must feel that cock, love that cock,
SUBMIT to that cock. Nat also looked up, mind enveloped in the
developing brain wave field, and felt an even stronger jolt. He
imagined his new ultimate fantasy, being allowed to drink and absorb
any liquids that came from that cock. Softly, he said, "Man, with that
cock, you could rule this team!" And by then, the respect of both Paul
and Nat had shifted completely from Tom their former leader, to this
teen, the possessor of the most powerfully beautiful cock they had
ever seen. The two large linemen's immense schlongs began to stiffen
in the presence of such an incredible cock. Still, they could not move
off their knees.
Meanwhile, as Tom gazed at the teen's cock, like his teammates he felt
awe and submission, but he also felt an intense fear. He could feel his
leadership draining away to this teen. He instinctively knew that Paul
and Tom were now no longer interested in protecting him, but in serving
the teen. And he knew that, even if he fought his feelings as hard as
he could, he too would follow this incredible teen's every suggestion,
to ingratiate himself with that cock. Tom's own cock, untouched, wavered,
unsure whether to grow out of lust or shrink from fear.
Seeing there was no need for further restraint of his linemen puppets,
the teen kindly allowed them to rise to their feet, giant hard cocks
swinging unnoticed. Paul, hoping against hope, spoke. "Could... could
I TOUCH your cock? Just once? Uh, sir?"
"The name's JD, and actually I came in here to fuck some of my power
juice into your friend, for the good of the team, but he doesn't seem
to want it. Instead of coming right over to let me fuck him, he sent
you two over to attack me!"
Paul and Nat became outraged. Paul went over to Tom, immobilized on
his bed. Towering over Tom, Paul shouted at him, "You bastard, why
didn't you let JD here fuck you?" He put his big foot on Tom's face
and pushed him over onto his side. Both Tom's hands and his feet
remained "bound" as he fell over.
The door opened, and in came Bill and Russ, a pair of roommates and
running backs, towels around their waists, fresh from showering.
"What's going on in here? We heard..." was as far as Russ got before
the brain wave field enveloped him and he became fixated on JD's
"incredible" cock. Bill too was rooted to the floor, staring in awe,
and as with Russ, the towel loosely wrapped around his waist soon
proved no match for the growing college jock cock that pushed it
outwards and caused it to drop to the floor, unnoticed.
Paul explained to the newcomers, "JD here just wanted to help the
team by fucking Tom, but Tom was too chickenshit to take it." Now
Bill and Russ were mad, too. As JD fingered his now-raging cock, the
headband imprinted his bizarre fantasies directly into the minds of
the helpless college jocks. Russ, a red-headed long-limbed swift-footed
runner, growled at Tom. "How could you diss JD here?" And Bill, a giant
built blue-eyed senior with a buzz cut that made him look like a marine,
grumbled, "You've got to be punished for that."
Tom, feeling the scorn of the teammates that once respected him, and
totally under the influence of JD's bizarre fantasies emanating from
the headband, suddenly realized that it was only right that he be
humiliated by his former friends. cried out, "Yes, I need to be
punished! Please kick me around, crush my cock and balls under your
feet! Piss on me here in my own bed!". Tom was instantly surrounded
by Paul, Nat and Russ. JD raised one of his legs, and as he did this,
Russ delivered Tom a swift kick to the head. Paul forcibly placed his
size 14 foot on top of Tom's hard cock and balls, and pushed it down
as hard as he could. Meanwhile, Nat aimed his cock at Tom and a heavy
stream of piss poured directly over Tom's face. Tom oddly felt intense
relief, and even excitement, at this painful and humiliating treatment.
His cock grew uncontrollably beneath Paul's grinding foot.
Now JD looked at Bill and pointed to his own cock, and right away,
tall buzz-cut Bill stiffly walked over to JD and knelt, glassy stare
directed at JD's hypnotically powerful teen cock from an inch away.
"You want my power juice, don't you?" JD asked the giant built jock,
but he needn't have said a word. Bill's mouth, tongue and throat were
desperately engaged in giving his master's cock the blow job of its
life, while JD was getting off on watching the scorn, humiliation and
painful treatment being heaped on Tom by his powerful teammates. And
thanks to the headband, when JD wanted less licking and more sucking,
or wanted to have college jock tongue washing his balls, his desire
was instantly granted without a word being spoken.
Finally, unable to hold out any longer, JD erupted with a powerspooge
throat injection that made Bill feel bigger and stronger than he had
ever felt. At exactly the same time, JD's headband-transmitted feeling
caused simultaneous eruptions from Paul, Nat, and Russ to pour all
over a somewhat bruised but intensely horny Tom, who was then left
to hungrily lap the big puddles of cum and piss off the feet of his
tormentors, and then try to suck the remainder of the fluids out of
his bedsheets. A sense of justice done and of a new hierarchy settled
over the room, driven of course by JD's thoughts. As Bill stood up,
he said, "Thanks for the power juice, dude. I feel great!" He high-
fived the kid, followed by the other three with their somewhat cummy
hands. Tom, now at the bottom of the pecking order in the room,
remained on his bed, arms and legs still frozen in place.
JD sat, sexually sated, on Tom's easy chair, looked at Tom, and
pointed to his own feet. Tom felt himself forced to stand up, feet
still invisibly bound together, hop over to his own easy chair, and
get on his hands and knees sideways in front of it, where JD propped
his feet on Tom's back. No one seemed to think this was at all
Paul said, "I guess the power juice makes you team leader now, Bill.
Right, JD?" And it made sense to everyone in the room, even Footstool
Tom. Despite all the rough treatment, Tom's hardon never faded, partly
because he was the only one in the room who had not gotten off despite
what was now over an hour of intense sexual feelings swirling around
the room's brain-wave field. JD idly took one of his feet off of Tom,
and lightly stroked and kicked around Tom's cock and balls with it,
causing Tom even more excitement and frustration.
Finally, JD felt the evening was complete. He got up and got dressed.
Tom, not having been released, was of course forced to remain in
footstool position. "OK, guys, I need to get out of here. Don't forget
to punish Tom regularly and respect Bill, your new leader. Bye!" And
he went out the door, and ran out of the dorm as quickly as he could.
JD came bounding into Mitch's room, excited to compare adventures
with his friend. Mitch took one look and saw... masculine perfection
wanting to be obeyed! The only imperfect thing was some dirt on the
god's shoe. He dropped to the ground and began licking the dirt spot
JD laughed, saying "Hey, I ain't interested in YOU, ya twink!" and
whipped the headband off. Shortly, Mitch noticed what he was doing
and backed off, spitting filthy-tasting shoe dirt out of his mouth.
He got mad. "So if you didn't want it, why did you think it and make
me do it?"
JD thought about it. "I didn't want you doing it, but I guess my
lust to dominate is always in the back of my mind. And I guess the
headband sort of 'knows' that by now. Man, I just had the single
best experience of my life over there! How did it go for you?"
Mitch said, "It was more than I could ever dream of. A fantasy
lover lusting after me exactly as much as I lust after him, and
in exactly the matching way. He was going to out himself to his
teammates, and declare his love for me! He wanted to marry me, and
be with me forever! Real life will never be as good as that. How'd
it go with you?"
"It was incredible. The guy had two of his teammates in the room,
and two more showed up later. I had them working him over for not
submitting to me! Actually, I knew what to do when I got in there,
sort of by accident. I know you told me you got to Tom's room
successfully by ignoring the jocks in the hallway, and causing
them to ignore you, and I know how hard that was, because, well,
I didn't quite get straight through. I tried, I really did, but as
I rounded one corner, I saw a REALLY tall guy -- maybe 6'10",
probably from the basketball team -- wearing just a skimpy towel
over an obviously sizable basket. And my mind instantly thought
how totally exciting it would be to top that giant. I imagined
standing over his kneeling body, pinning his head to the wall
with my cock and skull-fucking him, the back of his head hitting
against the wall with my rhythm. And suddenly, I could see his
expression of surprise turn to submission, and he dropped to his
knees, head against the wall, WISHING I would fill his cock slave
throat! Just looking down at him giving himself to me, his dominant
master, maybe five years younger and a fraction of his size and
weight, made me almost blow right there! But I remembered our
target was the superstar, so I put it into this guy's head that he
was inadequate for my desires, and he sadly kissed my feet and went
on towards his room. I scooted out of there fast before he came to
But I had a much better idea of how the headband works, and so I
knew what to do and think when I got to Tom's room. And humiliating
him, the team leader, using his own teammates as my puppets, did it
for me. I converted one of them into my personal blowjob slave, and
had the rest of them work on Tom while I watched and directed the
action. At the end, I had Tom knowing he was now the team 'bottom'
in several ways. I just wonder what happened there when the
headband effect wore off..."
Mitch sighed. "I wish we could keep the headband. I can just
imagine a bunch of uses for it. What if I showed up in the locker
room with the Olympic gymnastics team? They're not much taller
than us, and think of the way the headband could synchronize the
sex of those muscled studs..."
JD snorted "Gymnasts? Too little for me. I saw how fast Michael
Phelps could do the Australian crawl, I'd like to see how quickly
he could do a regular floor crawl with me on his back and my cock
up his ass. Or if it's team action I'm after, how about the Dallas
Mavericks? I could stage a combination wedding/orgy in the locker
room with Dirk as my bride, but who would be best man? It'd be his
job to lubricate Dirk's virgin ass. Hmmm...."
"I don't suppose we could use the power of headband to convince
Slade to let us continue to have it?"
"I seriously doubt he's that stupid. Think about the power of
that thing. Can you imagine what other kinds of things you could
make with that kind of technology?
[Should I continue this? Feedback and suggestions appreciated.]