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 1-7. 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
Later in the week, Slade was back in Znort's "lab". "So, do you have the
newest superhero ready?" asked Slade. "Yes, he's just about ready to go.
Here, take a look." Znort activated a holographic projection in the middle
of his lab. It appeared to show a path in an isolated, wooded section of a
park on the edge of town, along which two powerfully-built college football
types, wearing sweatpants but with their sweatshirts tied around their
waists, were doing a distance run. One had long brown hair and the other
shiny black, but their sweaty bodies showed a similar intense level of
muscular development that only comes with constant working out. Slade was
getting excited just watching the projection. "Wow... what incredible studs.
So which one is the superhero?"
"On his way," said Znort. "As you know, I adopted this idea from that old
cartoon series you showed me. Of course, I had to make certain changes,
major changes in fact, but I think you'll like the results. Ah, here's our
hero now!" And sideways across the path ran the very embodiment of the
definition of a high school sophomore nerd, all five feet one of him, with
short blond hair and blue eyes, complete with glasses, bad haircut, and
dorky clothes. He ran into the first jock, who would have fallen from the
impact if he had not weighed almost three times what the nerd did. As it
was, the high schooler went sprawling to the ground against a tree.
Slade suddenly recognized the kid as being from his school, and he almost
choked with derision. "Clarence??? CLARENCE BIGGLES is the superhero????
What the hell can HE do? Make those guys laugh themselves into submission?"
While Slade was talking, the two annoyed jocks went over to confront the
young teen on the ground. The jock with the Superman-black hair stood over
the boy threateningly. "What the FUCK are you doing?" The other jock
blocked the teen's escape route in front of the tree. "Why don't you watch
where you're going, FAGGOT?" he barked.
The teen got up, and backed his small body up against the tree. Looking up
at the menacing jocks, he said, "Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to do it! It'll
never happen again!"
The black-haired jock, very annoyed that the pace of his workout had been
ruined, growled, "That's not good enough, faggot," extended his arm, and
took two strides towards Clarence. The kid, standing up against the tree,
suddenly reached over his shoulder and pulled out... well, what it was
exactly, Slade couldn't see. It was long and metallic and had a handle
like a sword, but it didn't seem to have a sharp edge or come to a point.
In fact, it was shaped like...
Slade nearly jumped when, in a voice obviously much deeper and louder
than his normal voice, Clarence, holding the sword-like object over his
head, intoned, "By the jism of Steelcock!" There was a loud noise like
a clap of thunder, then Clarence, his voice reverberating, shouted, "I
HAVE THE JISM!" And he began to... transform. His little five-plus foot
frame grew and grew, to six feet, then closer to seven, clothes popping
off his body, his flat chest and skinny arms forming bulging muscles as
he grew, dwarfing the two jocks now frozen in fear, although oddly, his
head and face remained more or less the same, only a bit bigger. So now
he looked like a cute high-school sophomore except with the body of the
god Thor. Znort said to Slade, "That's right, he's changed into He-Boy,
Master of the University!" Slade pointed and said, "Yes, but look, his
floppy little prick is still only a couple of inches long! And his boy-
balls look ridiculously tiny on that huge muscled bod!" "Just wait,"
He-Boy lowered what Slade had thought was a sword, since it had a handle,
or grip, like one, but he could now see that instead of a blade, it had
what looked like a long, several inch thick rod, with the end shaped
like... the head of a sizable penis! Near the base, separating the grip
from the rod, where a sword would normally have a crosswise bar of metal
known as a cross-guard, this thing had two large mottled metallic bulges
that looked like steel testicles, one on each side. And while the Cockrod
seemed at first to be metallic, the "balls" above the grip and the cock-
shaped tip seemed to be... throbbing! Alive! Slade even thought he could
see drops of a glowing liquid forming at the tip, like super pre-cum!
Znort narrated, "And now He-Boy will complete his change, using the
'Cockrod of Power' to transform 'Shrinker', his little boyprick, into
'Battlecock'." He-Boy pointed the penis-shaped end of the rod down at
his own cock, and a lightning-sized spark seemed to jump from the
metallic penis into his groin. "Man, I can't wait to see what Battlecock
looks like!" said Slade. "No, you can't see it," said Znort. "I'm going
to have to black it out in the projection. It's the source of He-Boy's
power over others. Once those musclejocks see Battlecock for the first
time, it will be indelibly imprinted on their minds. They will want
nothing more than to be penetrated by Battlecock, and to become mere
seed receptacles for He-Boy. And afterwards, it's the only sexual
experience they will ever want again." And Slade could see, even as the
blacked-out area of the screen grew and grew, that the jocks' eyes were
open wide and locked in that direction, and their own relatively
insignificant 8- and 9-inch erections showed their involuntary reactions.
Znort went on, "Of course I can't let you can't see them, but He-Boy's
gigantic Battleballs are now churning out a huge quantity of He-Boy
seed, which will soon forever overwhelm the jocks' former sexual
identities." As he talked, the jocks tore off their sweatpants, dropped
to their knees and turned their asses towards He-Boy, begging,
plaintively pleading to be penetrated and enslaved by Battlecock,
wiggling their asses in the hope of being the one that attracted the
incredible power phallus.
He-Boy majestically strode over to the black-haired jock, who whimpered
with lust as, in the projection, the impossibly large blacked-out area
approached his needy ass. How could he even want something that size
inside him? wondered Slade. I'd be deathly afraid. Well, I don't know
HOW I'd feel, I can't SEE the damn thing! he thought, frustrated yet
As Battlecock made penetration, the jock emitted a scream of primal
lust, not of pain as Slade had expected. The blacked-out area swiftly
disappeared inside, as He-Boy's smooth crotch soon collided with the
relatively puny 6'6" 280-pound jock's ass. Slade wondered, How did
that thing even fit all the way in there? I should be seeing its tip
bulge from behind the jock's stomach...
On his knees to one side, feeling empty, ignored and isolated, the
long brown-haired jock wailed with need. In response, He-Boy gripped
his Cockrod and reached across to insert the rod's fat cock tip into
the jock's empty ass. As the jock screamed in ecstasy, the rod all by
itself seemed to insert itself deeper and deeper, until the hilt was
up against the now-filled ass. Physically it seemed impossible, but
there it was. And what happened next was even more amazing: He-Boy
and his Cockrod began pumping their respective jock's asses in rhythm,
to the moans and screams of their targets. Slade could hardly contain
It didn't take long for the pumping to build to a climax. Although he
couldn't see it, Slade could tell exactly when the first giant
explosion of He-Boy seed erupted inside its hungry ass. The jock's
eyes glazed over, and Slade almost expected to see him to overflow,
with He-Boy seed spurting out of his mouth. Instead, the jock was
propelled forwards and onto the ground by the force of Battlecock's
ejaculation, and the superphallus continued to shoot spurt after
spurt onto the prostrate jock's body, until it looked like the jock
had fallen into a vat of vanilla pudding. He-Boy then quickly stepped
over to the brown-haired jock and continued to spurt until THAT boy
was similarly covered. Finally, spent, He-Boy fell to the ground, and
began morphing back into plain old Clarence Biggles. The body shrank
down two feet, the muscles went away, the flat chest reappeared, and
the cock withered to its original two flaccid inches. The Cockrod,
meanwhile, itself having ejaculated and popped out of the brown-
haired jock's ass by the force of its own jet of cum, began once
again to shrink to its original size.
As the two jocks sat, dazed and covered from head to toe in sticky
white, Clarence calmly got up, retrieved his clothes and got dressed
again. "Now you see why everything I wear has to have velcro fasteners,"
he said to his college playtoys, although there was no evidence that
they had recovered enough to understand what he was saying. He took a
small notepad out of a pocket, jotted something down on it, and dropped
it on the ground near the black-haired jock, but not that close that it
would get soaked in cum. "You'll want that, that's my address. My room
is in the basement, and there's a separate entrance around the back.
Come when you're ready to be branded and initiated." And he strolled
off without so much as a backwards glance.
The black-haired jock came around first. He shook his head to clear
it, and noticed that he was covered in an intoxicatingly powerful
substance, which he began to lick off his hands. Once he had consumed
all the goo his tongue could reach, he noticed his companion was also
covered in the stuff, so he crawled over and began licking the substance
off his friend's running shoes, and pulled them off to get to what had
seeped through to his feet. At this, the friend also shook himself awake,
and began licking his own hands. Soon the two of them were greedily
licking all of each others' body parts, especially those orifices where
some of the precious liquid might have leaked into (or spilled out of).
To any outsider passing by, they would have seemed like a pair of crazed
dogs as they went at each other with their tongues, but that didn't
matter to them. They knew instinctively that it was important for them
not to waste one drop of the holy seed.
The holographic projection winked out.
"Once those two hungrily finish off the He-Boy seed on them, they'll
seek him out. They have to, if they ever want to have sex again. Even
though they know that to him, they were basically just jock-shaped
condoms, to be put on, shot into, and then thrown away.
"Their sexual pasts, whatever they were, have been erased. They now
feel that their only sexual value in the world is as He-Boy cum holders.
They'll do anything Clarence wants them to do, give him anything, just
for a chance to once again be his cum slaves. Clarence is just beginning
his collection, but having an army of totally motivated college jocks
will keep him busy. He'll play with them like toys, making them perform
humiliating sexual acts with each other for the amusement of him and his
"The best part is, Clarence doesn't have to transform to satisfy their
needs. They know that Shrinker is actually the secret identity for
Battlecock, so they can be temporarily satisfied with a small spurt or
two from Clarence's own little cock whenever he wants to use one of them
"Wow... I'd better not tangle with Clarence!" said Slade.
"Yes, I'd say that would be a good idea," affirmed Znort.
A couple of hours later, as Slade was getting ready to leave Znort's lab,
Znort said, "Let's look in on Clarence one last time," and reset the
holographic projection. This time the scene was in what was obviously the
room of a high school boy, except that instead of posters on the wall there
was a row of full frontal and side shots of naked college jocks staring
forward, with a small printout of statistics -- height, weight, cock size,
etc. -- taped underneath. Clarence was in his room sitting on his bed with
a friend, whom Slade recognized as one of Clarence's little gay nerd
friends, Billy, who was about the same size physically as Clarence, only
with a bowl-cut mop of red hair. Clarence was saying, "Don't worry, Billy,
I'm sure your luck will change soon."
Just then, the back door to the basement opened, and down came a very tall
college athlete, clearly a basketball player at around 6'9", having a hard
time not bumping his head on the way down. At the foot of the stairs, he
noticed Clarence on the bed and came to attention. "Master Clarence, I had
the tattoo shop do me as you instructed". He took off his shirt, showing
inked across his smooth chest, "He-Boy Cum Dump #5". He knelt and bowed
his head. "I beg Master Clarence to initiate me into He-Boy's slave harem."
Clarence cleared his throat. "Um, yes, slave Matt, isn't it? Well, um, I'm
afraid I found out today that I prefer the, er, beefy type slave, you know,
the football or wrestler type. I'm not that crazy about the really tall
"But... but... Master Clarence... I'll work out every day... I'll build
myself up... I'll do anything to be allowed to be your slave!"
Meanwhile, Billy leaned over to Clarence and whispered to him. Clarence
perked up. "Good news, slave Matt, my friend Billy here has agreed to be
your Master. He DOES like tall types!" Matt was clearly disappointed.
"But Master Clarence, he's just an ordinary boy!"
Clarence smiled. "Yes, he isn't He-Boy, he can't transform into anybody.
But there IS something I might be able to do for you..." He reached over,
grabbed his Cockrod, pointed the penis end towards little Billy's crotch,
and closed his eyes, as if to avoid directly seeing the result. There was
a bolt of lightning, followed by the sound of pants fabric tearing as
little Billy's cock grew in length and thickness, until it almost seemed
there was more of it than of him! Slave Matt, who like the football
players had been sexually reprogrammed by He-Boy as nothing but a needy
cumdump for supercocks, quickly tore off his clothes and dropped to his
hands and knees to be initiated as little Billy's college musclejock
Znort quickly shut off the projection before Slade could get TOO involved.
Slade, still staring into space where the projection had been, said
wistfully, "Wow, I wish I could get Justin and Gary that way!" He was
referring to the captains of the high school football and basketball
teams, with whom he'd had a few good but short sessions while they were
temporarily hypnotically helpless (as described in Section 3). "I never
get to play with them for more than half an hour, because the effect
wears off and I have to get them away from me before they remember what
I've done to them! This way, I could keep them as long as I wanted!"
Znort said, "I don't think you really want that. Consider slave Matt,
broken in by He-Boy and now the property of 'Master Billy'. Previously,
Matt had a girlfriend, and hopes and dreams for the future. Now, he is
all about Billy's cock, period. Even if Billy's genitals are never
transformed again, slave Matt will be forced to remain totally devoted
to Master Billy and the beautiful little dick that now rules his life.
He won't care what his friends -- or former friends -- think of his
enslavement, and he'll live in constant fear that Billy will grow
tired of him. He knows that if Billy ever sends him away, he will still
be forced to worship Billy and his dick forever while in exile.
"So you must realize that if you permanently transform healthy, powerful
jocks into sex toys for your amusement, they become your responsibility
forever. I think we can do better than that with Justin and Gary. You
started the process yourself when you planted in each one of them an
obsession about the other's cock. They don't know why, but those
thoughts are growing, and beginning to replace their attraction to
females. At your next few sessions, you can expand that to the point
that, whenever either of them sees the fully erect dick of the other,
he becomes weak and fully suggestible. That way you could begin to
insert yourself into their lives, and each would think it was the
other's idea! Think about it."
And Slade couldn't HELP but think about it as he raced home, bloated
cock rubbing furiously against his boxers.
A few days later, the two helplessly horny football-jock joggers
turned up at Clarence's basement bedroom door. Despite all their
efforts, they had discovered that no thought could intrude over the
memory of their enslavement ritual with He-Boy, and also that there
was nothing they wanted in life except to be initiated into his
service. When they got down the stairs, however, they found they were
not first in line. As Master Clarence sat in the middle of the room on
his ratty old desk chair, which appeared as a throne to everyone else
there, four members of the college's wrestling team knelt naked before
him, heads down. They were four very different sizes, from the smallest
weight class to heavyweight, but each was built like a brick shithouse
for his size, and each of them had a tattoo across his chest declaring
him as a He-Boy cumdump. These were the first four accidentally
initiated into service after one of them discovered Clarence spying on
them as they changed in the locker room, and confronted him. Since it
was Battlecock's very first eruption, the resulting cum puddle covered
the locker room floor several inches deep, and it took the four newly-
enslaved wrestlers quite a while to lick it all up, totally filling
their cum-hungry bellies. Now, branded and ready for initiation, the
wrestler-slaves prepared to work tongues-together to please Shrinker,
their three-inch cock god, in return for a mere few drops of
Clarence-cum to be divided among them.
You see, Clarence didn't bother to transform for the ritual. In fact,
he rarely transformed at all. It took great emotional effort, it left
him feeling drained of energy afterwards, and besides, he didn't HAVE
to transform, since his slaves had no choice but to serve him and
Shrinker as they were. Clarence preferred to remain the little high
school gay boy being worshipped and sexually served by his enslaved
college athletes. It wasn't what the slaves were hoping for, Clarence
was small and skinny and Shrinker could barely satisfy their basic
cum-needs, but of course their hopes meant nothing to Clarence. This
unwillingness to transform also caused great stress, unnoticed, to one
other entity in the room. He-Boy's Cockrod lay on the floor, brooding.
The sword-like cross-guard at the base of the rod, shaped like two
gigantic testicles, normally a metallic gray, were glowing a sullen
blue. Oblivious to this, Clarence instructed the football jocks in how
and where to get branded, and told them to return when they were ready
for initiation. He then ordered the muscled entranced wrestlers into
position, like sex dolls, for his maximum satisfaction...
That night, as Clarence slept, the brooding Cockrod suddenly glowed a
bright incandescent blue...
Across town, at Billy's house, the young master and his slave Matt lay
asleep contentedly in Billy's bed. Slave Matt felt so protected and
cared for curled up in the arms of his Master Billy, even though Billy's
small arms couldn't quite get all the way around Matt's giant ripped
torso, and Matt's huge feet hung far over the edge of Billy's bed.
Suddenly, a blue beam of light shone through the window, landing on
Billy's head. Billy began to have a vivid dream. In it, he pictured
himself standing proudly, naked and erect, on a cliff rock looking
over a valley, holding He-Boy's Cockrod in his right hand. Since he
was a skinny kid, a few of his ribs were showing thrust out from his
chest, and the outline of his spine and rear bone structure could be
clearly seen in his back. Somehow, he knew he was now SkeleTeen,
master of the legions of horny naked 20-something athletes amassed
down in the valley below. He felt immense power flowing into him from
the Cockrod, and he knew he must use that power to bring He-Boy under
Billy jolted awake in a cold sweat. This woke Matt up, too. Concerned,
Matt began using his giant tongue to lick the sweat off his diminutive
master, working up to his mouth for a passionate kiss, then licking
down his chest, slowly working his way down to...
But Billy swatted his head away from down there. "No, slave Matt, we
must save our energy for tomorrow, when I must fulfill... MY DESTINY!"
And Billy made the disappointed Matt sleep on the opposite side of the
bed, where, forbidden to jerk off, he had to be content wrapping his
face in Billy's used underwear. As he dozed off, the mysterious blue
ray slowly reappeared and brightened, this time beaming down on Matt's
cute yet manly face...
Slade slept fitfully, thinking about what he had seen in the
holographic projection. He tried to remember what else was portrayed
in that cartoon series. Didn't the hero have some major rival, with
his own powers? And didn't that rival have some subservient henchman
-- what was his name -- who had the ability to telepathically control
others? Just how far had Znort gone in replicating the cartoon?
Back at Billy's, slave Matt was sleeping fitfully. Not being lovingly
spooned with his master, being exiled to the other side of the bed,
he felt real discomfort with his feet dangling over the edge of the
bed that was too short for his 6'9" frame. At that moment, down the
hall, Billy's big brother's eyes opened wide, although he was not
actually awake. Kevin was a senior in Billy's high school. Like Billy,
he looked younger than his 18 years, although as a 5'8" varsity swimmer
and runner, he was much more developed physically than Billy. He had
silky long brown hair, deep penetrating blue eyes, and a "hott" look
that attracted many girls, although he had had the same steady
girlfriend for the last two years. Billy admired Kevin and envied his
looks, his superior athleticism, his self-confidence and popularity.
But none of that mattered now. Kevin stood up -- still not awake, but
eyes open and glazed, totally naked (the way he normally slept) -- and
robotically walked out of his room and to Billy's room as if in a
trance. Once there, he stiffly walked to the end of the bed, and got
down on his hands and knees, becoming a muscular little bed extension.
When the weight of Matt's giant feet shifted onto his back, his body
felt a great satisfaction at fulfilling his purpose in life, and his
cock sprang to its full 6" length, as he continued to stare straight
By the next morning, Matt had managed to reposition himself on the
bed much closer to Billy, arms around his shoulders, head resting on
his back. When Matt woke up, Billy was still sleeping. Matt gazed with
a look of love and devotion at his master. Matt had a full bladder,
but he didn't want to get out of his comfy position, or wake Billy. At
that moment, bed-extension Kevin slowly backed away from the bed and
stood up, eyes still glazed and cock still erect. He stiffly climbed
onto the bed, and soon his mouth was gently wrapping around Matt's
giant morning woody. It was physically amazing that he managed to fit
the whole fat end of it in his mouth and get it a few inches in, but
then his whole existence had suddenly been repurposed to consume all
the precious golden fluid this cock would produce. Matt let loose, and
Kevin's mouth and throat performed their job flawlessly. When the flow
subsided and the toilet-that-was-Kevin had completed swallowing his
treat, and had licked the last few drops off the tip of the cock, he
once again got up stiffly and, finding himself suddenly repurposed to
serving the comfort of Matt's size 17 feet, got back into his previous
hands-and-knees position at the end of the bed. Matt's feet returning
to his back returned meaning to his existence.
A bit later, Matt sensed that his master would soon wake up. At that
moment, the tranced Kevin once again stood up, robotically walked out
the door and back to his room, got back in his bed, and immediately
fell asleep. One minute later, his alarm went off. Damn! He was still
not well rested for some reason. And, cough, cough, spit, what was that
HORRIBLE taste in his mouth? It was like -- piss!!
Kevin had to get up quickly because his best friend Jake was coming over
early this morning, so they could finish an assignment that was due today.
They would work together in Kevin's room for about half an hour, then head
to school. Still feeling exhausted, he showered and got dressed.
Meanwhile, Billy woke up and saw his slave Matt looking at him doe-eyed,
devoted, HORNY. He was tempted, but then he remembered that this was going
to be a big day, when he would confront Clarence's power directly, so he
needed to conserve his strength and edge. "Sorry, slave Matt, but you know
we can't do anything this morning. Shit, how do I get you out of here
without anyone noticing? It won't be as easy as it was sneaking you up
here late last night...
"I've gotta think about it. Meantime, I need to get showered and ready for
school. Stay here until I get back!" Matt was seriously disappointed that
we would not get to pleasure Billy that morning, but he was of course
resigned to his master's will. Still, he couldn't help fantasizing...
Minutes later, on his way down the stairs to breakfast, Billy almost ran
straight into Kevin's friend Jake coming upstairs. Until his new life
situation had recently developed, little gay Billy had always lusted
after Jake. A cross-country runner and swimmer, like Kevin, he was just
as smooth-chested and well-built as Kevin. He was taller, at 6'3", with
straw blond hair, and better hung, as Billy had once accidentally
discovered when Jake and Kevin were changing in Kevin's room for a
workout, and the door was open just a crack. But with the new college
hunk slave now in his bed, Billy could see just how much of a KID Jake
was, and was far less interested.
Jake went into Kevin's room, and soon they were both sitting in front of
Kevin's computer, working on the assignment. In Billy's room, the horny
giant Matt lay sprawled on the bed, playing with his huge schlong as he
dreamed of making love to Billy. Suddenly, in Kevin's room, both Kevin
and Jake's eyes glazed over, they stood up totally in sync as if
responding to the same signal, stripped naked, and robotically walked
from Kevin's room down the hall to Billy's. They entered the room with
the giant college jock stretched out on the bed, but all Kevin could
see was feet -- the giant feet he had supported on his back all night,
and that now demanded to be kissed, sniffed, worshipped, massaged,
licked, pleased. Instantly the little muscled runner was kneeling at
the end of the bed, eyes still staring strangely ahead, hands, nose
and tongue busy at his newly assigned task in life.
While Kevin was totally consumed by the demands of the feet he was
enslaved to, all Jake could see on the bed was cock -- his purpose
in life was now serving, fondling, sucking, and draining the cum from
that proud college-jock cock. He was soon at it, as Matt moaned in
pleasure from the dual assault on his senses. To his subconscious,
these were not boys with names and lives, they were warm athletic
puppets that existed to cause him pleasure. Somehow this telepathic
control was second nature to him now; he didn't even think about it
consciously, and it just happened. In fact, he was not completely
aware that it WAS happening; whenever he wanted sexual pleasure, or
even just added sleeping comfort, people would suddenly show up and
give it to him, which somehow seemed natural. The aura of his sexual
urges could manifest itself unintentionally on others nearby.
When he felt himself close to cumming, a simple thought from Matt
caused Kevin to leave those godlike feet and transfer his efforts
to competing with Jake for access to Matt's considerable cock. Each
high-school athlete took one side of the cock, and licked and slurped
along its length, causing Matt incredible sensations. Finally, Matt
couldn't hold it in anymore, and he burst forth with his many-spurted
load. Although they tried to catch it all in their mouths before it
got away, some of Matt's cum actually reached the low ceiling, and
Kevin and Jake had to stand on the bed to get their tongues on it.
If you had found a way to read what little was in their minds as
they did all this, you would have found nothing involving a name or
a life, simply I-am-a-spooge-sponge-it-is-my-function-to-absorb-all-
Matt idly watched his sponge-slaves single-mindedly licking his cum
off the ceiling. The taller "sponge" was easily able to reach the
basketballer's nut honey with his long tongue; the shorter one had
to stand on his toes to reach it, the muscles in his runner's legs
flexing nicely as he did so. Matt of course felt nothing sexual
about this sight; he was not gay, nor was he straight anymore; he
was all about Master Billy, period.
When the "sponges" were done, they climbed off the bed, stiffly robot-
walked in lock-step back to Kevin's room, got dressed, and were soon
staring at their assignment on the computer again, until Kevin noticed
that their time was just about up.
"Shit," he said, "I thought we could get further through this work in
half an hour! What happened to the time? And -- " for the first time,
he noticed Jake's big running shoes " -- hey, what size shoe do you
Jake thought the question a bit weirdly out of context, but proudly
replied, "13, but I think I'm still growing out of them." Kevin felt
a tingling in his crotch, as into his mind flashed the image of him
lying helpless under Jake's commanding feet. For some reason, this
caused Kevin's cock to grow to its full 6 inches, which then caught
Jake's eye as it became visible under Kevin's tight gym shorts. Such
a perfect size and shape under there, Jake thought, his own larger
meat coming to attention.
Later that day, in the privacy of their own rooms, they would do a
bit of Googling, Kevin looking for "giant feet worship" and Jake
looking for "serving cocks". Neither would have any idea why they
were doing this, but what they found would leave each of them with
a raging hardon.
Meanwhile, Billy, sitting at the breakfast table and frantic about
how he was going to get Matt past his parents, gaped in amazement as
his mom and dad got a glazed look, stood up, went to the back of the
kitchen and stood there, staring at the wall, as a dressed Matt
blithely came downstairs, smiled longingly at Billy, and walked out
the door. As soon as he left, Billy's parents returned to the table,
sat down and resumed breakfast as if nothing had happened.
Yes, it was going to be a day full of surprises...
Throughout the school day, Kevin's and Jake's girlfriends felt
ignored, since neither of their boyfriends sought them out between
classes. And no wonder, since Kevin for the first time was noticing
and obsessing about the footwear of his male classmates -- the type
of shoe or sandal, how new or worn it was, and of course the size.
Jake was more frustrated, since his eyes were aimed higher but he
couldn't see the size or shape of baskets through all those loose-
fitting pants. He was reduced to imagining who might have the biggest
cocks based on height, build, and hand size. He knew he would feel
compelled to linger in the locker room that afternoon.
But neither of the two sexually-reoriented senior jocks could act on
his impulses. Each knew it would mean immediate and total ostracism
at the school. They both knew they had to remain undetected, however
difficult and vexing that might be. So both of them had gone from
happy social lives to the constant paranoia and frustration of their
Billy passed Clarence several times in the halls. Clarence, unaware
of the nighttime treachery of the Cockrod, greeted his little friend,
not knowing that Billy now too had a secret identity, as He-Boy's
powerful archrival, SkeleTeen. You have all the power now, thought
Billy, you wield the Cockrod and you command the slaves. But tonight
I'll have your giant muscular He-Boy body at my feet, begging for
the right to worship ME, SkeleTeen! Certainly, no one observing the
two little nerds' brief hallway greeting could even remotely imagine
the titanic power struggle that would play out between them that night.
Finally, the school day ended. Jake was staking out the showers in the
locker room, hoping that nobody noticed his furtive measuring glances
nor that he had already spent almost an hour under the showerhead as
guys came and went. From this observation, Jake garnered not only a
dozen objects of jerk-off worship for that night, but a select group
of guys he knew he would have to make friends with over the next few
Meanwhile, Kevin had found a smelly battered old pair of sneakers that
had been abandoned in the locker room trash, and was hiding in the
corner of the room savoring the aroma and preparing to jack off into
them. So when Billy got home, he only found Matt there. Billy's father
was at the office working late with a new college intern, but because
of his extended exposure at home to Matt's horndog mind-controlling
aura, William's sex drive hormone levels were way elevated and his
attractions somewhat twisted, and he was struggling to keep his mind
on work and off the intern's tasty-looking butt. Billy's mother was
out replenishing her birth control supplies, since for reasons she
could not explain she was feeling much more highly sexually stimulated
than was usual for her.
Matt was all over Billy as soon as he walked in the bedroom door.
Matt had become so horny waiting and dreaming of Billy that afternoon
that the two male German shepherds next door had been helplessly
humping each other for hours. But Billy had to calm Matt down, ordering
him to save his energy for the impending showdown. Deeply disappointed,
Matt got dressed and ready to drive his master to Clarence's house.
When they got there, Billy could see quite a number of cars in the
driveway, mostly with brightly colored parking stickers from the
college. Evidently Clarence was not alone tonight; he would be
surrounded by many of his college slaves. That might make things
more difficult. Billy considered leaving, to try again another time,
but he felt a wave of determination come over him, while Matt looked
for the source of the mysterious blue light that suddenly flashed
through the car window and onto Billy.
They went around back and down the stairs to Clarence's room. There,
they saw the whole collection of Clarence's slaves, all totally naked,
observing the official initiation ceremony for the latest addition to
his slave harem, a burly guy who was the college track team's shot-
putter, tall, bearded and weighing what must have exceeded 300 pounds
of muscle. As usual, Clarence was just being Clarence, not transforming
himself into He-Boy since he couldn't be bothered to invest the effort.
The Cockrod lay against the wall, its balls emitting that unhappy blue
Clarence was surprised and annoyed by the intrusion. "Billy, I'm in
the middle of something here. Could you please take your slave and
Billy stood his ground. "I will not leave. I am here to claim YOU as
MY slave, for I am ... SkeleTeen!" At this last declaration, his voice
somehow reverberated loudly through the room.
Clarence was shocked and alarmed, but it only took him seconds to react.
Shouting out "Slaves, attack!", he ran back to get the Cockrod. The
collection of large naked college jocks advanced menacingly on Matt and
little Billy. While Matt was frightened, his subconscious telepathic
powers had no effect in this room, since these college jocks were all
Clarence's initiated slaves, permanently mind-branded by Battlecock.
Reaching the back wall, Clarence grabbed the Cockrod, raised it and
intoned, "By the jism of Steelcock!" There was the usual clap of
thunder. Clarence was about to become the all-powerful He-Boy!
Then suddenly Billy knew what to do. He pointed a finger at the Cockrod,
which then tore itself out of Clarence's hands and flew across the room
into Billy's. "I HAVE THE JISM!" shouted Billy, or rather SkeleTeen, and
pointed the rod at Clarence. The transformation process began; Clarence's
clothes were torn off as he grew to his seven-foot totally muscled He-Boy
form. The advancing slaves stopped in their tracks to watch all this, and
to anticipate the expected reappearance of their beloved object of
But SkeleTeen did not point the Cockrod at Shrinker, Clarence's tiny
boyprick. This cock transformation had never failed to happened before.
He-Boy stood there, huge and muscled but with a tiny prick and balls,
feeling weak, humiliated, and vulnerable. The slaves all froze in place.
"Battlecock..." He-Boy whispered hoarsely. "Transform Shrinker into
SkeleTeen smirked. "I don't think so, He-Boy. But if it's a big cock
you want, I'll make one for you!" And he pointed the Cockrod at his own
cock. There was a flash of lightning between the rod and his cock, which
then grew and grew, tearing off SkeleTeen's pants and soon rivalling his
legs together in size and thickness. The slaves' attention was now firmly
fixed on the giant SkeleTeen cock. Because of Clarence's recent indolence,
this was the first supercock most of them had seen since they were first
enslaved by Battlecock.
And something strange was happening to He-Boy. Since he still had
Shrinker, which was after all the tiny cock and balls of a diminutive
gay nerd, he was subject to all the hormonal feelings associated with
such a feeble set of equipment. And just as the formerly straight college
jocks had fallen instantly to the power of Battlecock, it was even easier
for the secretions of He-Boy's little gay teen genitalia to cause He-Boy
to become indelibly fixated on SkeleTeen's supercock. Shrinker rose to its
full three inches as He-Boy began to beg, "Fuck me. Please, please! Fuck
me with that all-powerful supercock!"
"You want this?" taunted SkeleTeen, who with both hands couldn't get
completely around his supercock. "In you?" Not one pair of eyes in the
room, other than SkeleTeen's, was anywhere other than riveted on that
And SkeleTeen tasted his ultimate victory. "I think not. But you want
to be fucked? So be it. SLAVES! FUCK HE-BOY!" Under the influence of the
owner of the supercock, unable to disobey, the former slaves of He-Boy,
now SkeleTeen's, turned and advanced on He-Boy. Of course, as the
strongest boy in the universe, He-Boy could have easily brushed off all
the college jocks. But under the influence of Shrinker, and the hormonal
surge brought on by SkeleTeen's supercock, he felt the NEED to have all
that college jock cock invade him by all means possible. And it did: it
was in his mouth, up his ass, in each armpit, along the soles of each of
his immense feet, in his hair, in each hand, he was surrounded, abraded,
and penetrated by the lust-crazed cocks of SkeleTeen's slaves. And as one
by one they filled his insides and covered him with their spunk, Shrinker
feebly ejaculated its few drops of cum. And unlike before, when these
slaves might have fought over Shrinker's precious fluid, no one even
SkeleTeen declared, "Meanwhile, MY supercock is reserved for my personal
love slave, Matt." Overjoyed, Matt knelt to receive the benediction of
his master's incredible phallus. As it slowly and majestically entered him,
it fulfilled all his wishes and validated his very existence. And his
feelings of absolute love for his master were projected telepathically
through the room, re-forming the minds of all the slaves, and even that
of the helpless hunk He-Boy.
When it erupted, the rocket cumblast of SkeleTeen's supercock propelled
Matt forwards, off the cock and away from SkeleTeen, and the recoil
knocked SkeleTeen onto his back. There was supercock cum everywhere on
the floor, including a fat trail of it from where Matt had knelt to where
he had been blasted. The slaves, and even He-Boy, began slurping it off
every surface. One of them was lucky enough to get his tongue up Matt's
cum-filled ass, which was the most copious source of the stuff. Another
slave licked off the rapidly-deflating supercock itself. Still another
was licking the cum off Matt's legs, while another was licking the cum
off the feet of Matt's leg-licker.
When every last drop was gone, SkeleTeen raised the Cockrod and declared,
"You are no longer He-Boy's slaves. He's YOUR fucktoy now!" A bright bolt
of light went from the tip of the Cockrod to the built chest of each
college athlete, rearranging the pigments there, so the tattoo that
previously said "He-Boy Cumdump" now read "He-Boy Cockmaster".
SkeleTeen walked over to one of the slaves. It was the black-haired
football player who had become enslaved in the park. SkeleTeen said,
"You seem like the best-looking -- and best-hung -- guy here. What's
"My name is Lance, Master SkeleTeen," replied the jock.
"How appropriate," mused SkeleTeen. "OK, I appoint you He-Boy's
controlling cockmaster. You will wield the Cockrod to transform him
any time you or your fellow cockmasters want to play with him, whether
he wants to or not. His powerful body is now yours to enjoy at will. But
I forbid you to point the rod at his cock. You also may not injure him,
or hurt him in any permanent way. But beyond that, anything goes, however
kinky. You can live out your fantasies with his complete helpless
obedience. You never need stay horny again, waiting for him to get around
SkeleTeen prohibited Lance from pointing the rod at Shrinker since he
knew he must prevent the re-emergence of Battlecock, which could easily
seize back the will of the slaves and return it to He-Boy.
"And YOU," continued SkeleTeen, walking over to the cowering He-Boy and
firmly placing a foot firmly across the giant's face, "are now officially
the powertoy for my slaves. The enslaving supercum inside you will keep
you obedient. And you can live in the HOPE that I might someday anoint
you with my supercock." He-Boy looked up, dazed, weak, and newly submissive,
extended his long maneuverable tongue around SkeleTeen's triumphant foot,
and licked it. And again. And again. SkeleTeen pulled his foot away in
disgust, and aimed a swift kick down at Shrinker. Instead of shriveling into
He-Boy's body, the ridiculous little prick responded by once again inflating
to its full three inches. "You're pathetic," snorted SkeleTeen. "You, Master
of the University? With your bitty little dick, you don't even qualify as
Masturbator of the University!" And taking some clothes out of Clarence's
drawers to replace his own torn and cum-soaked ones, Billy -- for he was
once again Billy -- left with his enraptured slave Matt for home. Matt was
so out of it floating on a love cloud that Billy had to do the driving.
As the car drove by the police cruiser manning the local speed trap, the
two straight and married cops inside suddenly began making out at a furious
Among the secondary participants in this adventure, there were a few
noticeable changes that lasted long after the epic battle between He-Boy
At Billy's house, Matt's subconscious mind-controlling "aura" had changed
the order of things. Billy's parents now didn't find it at all unusual that
there was a 6'9" college basketball player living in Billy's room and
generally walking around the house naked. In fact, Billy's parents, who had
been having sex only about once or twice a week, were now running off to do
it several times a day, often while Matt lay sprawled on the recliner in the
living room, eyes closed, playing with himself, emanating lust, wishing Billy
were around. If Billy's older brother Kevin came home from school at one of
those times, once inside the door he would drop everything and rush over to
kneel at the recliner's footrest to serve and worship Matt's feet. Sometimes
Kevin BECAME the recliner's footrest.
Billy's parents, like their sons, were both good-looking, and on the short
side, the dad about 5'5" and the mom a petite 5'2". When they felt the
intense waves of sexual power that emanated from Matt, and felt forced to run
to the bedroom to "do it", however, they were not thinking about each other.
Each had a newly-implanted fantasy that drove them wild with desire. Billy's
dad William Sr. was vice president of a company downtown, with a big office.
He had recently hired a tall, wiry college student named Pete as an intern,
with mostly gofer duties. In his new fantasy, though, William would come
into his office and be surprised to find Pete sitting at the big desk. Pete
would say a magic word, and suddenly William would be unable to disobey him.
Pete would tell him to close the door, and inform him that he wanted a foot
massage. William would find himself forced to crawl under the desk, remove
Pete's big shoes and smelly socks, and rub one foot while the other was
pushed into his face. Then Pete would kick him away from his feet, unzip
his pants, and demand a blow job. Helplessly, William's hand would reach
in and pull out Pete's erect penis, almost twice the length of his own,
and get to work. If he sucked Pete badly, Pete would smack him with one
of his big paws. If he did well, Pete would stroke his hair as he sucked,
and tell him how lucky he was to belong to a REAL MAN, while William gazed
up at him in admiration...
Meanwhile, Billy's mom Beatrice would imagine Matt's immense cock taking
over her life completely. Unhappy that it wouldn't fit inside her as she
was, the cock would use its powers to reshape the whole inside of her
petite body into its pleasure chamber and reproduction facility, and she
would then be forced to produce huge muscular sons who, as they grew,
would take control of the entire family. She and her husband would be
forced to submit to their wills even when they were young..,
Although of course they could never mention these fantasies to each other,
they propelled Billy's parents into an exciting and renewed sex life,
although they also caused William to have to muster the will each day
at work to stop himself from dropping to the floor and licking his
intern's shoes, and caused Beatrice to cream a bit whenever Matt would
saunter by near her, his rampant cock on full display.
Slade, observing all this through Znort's holographic projections,
commented, "Well, everyone seems to have ended up with what they
deserved, except Kevin and Jake. They lost their normal sex lives
almost in passing, by accidentally being near Matt. Can we change
Znort said, "No, their new brain paths were too deeply burned in. If I
tried to do anything, I might cause them permanent injury. I'm afraid
that from now on Kevin will always be into foot worship and Jake into
cock service. But there IS something we can do to improve their sex
lives." He opened a drawer, rooted around a bit, and pulled out two
small decorative boxes. On the bottom of one he scribbled "K", on the
other "J". We have to get them to wear these. They work on the same
principle as the headband --" at this Slade jumped back (remembering
the story recounted in Section 7), but Znort said, "Don't worry, the
boxes have a protective lining. As I was saying, they work on the same
brain wave principle, but they are MUCH simpler, and have an effect on
the wearer as well. When Kevin puts this on," he said, opening the box
marked "K", revealing a small silver pendant shaped like a foot, "it
will have no effect on most people. But those around him at the school
with the biggest feet will suddenly be attracted to him, for reasons
they don't understand. They'll start to imagine themselves using Kevin
as a foot slave, and get very excited. They'll find ways to
ostentatiously display their feet around him, and the pendant will
make sure that if they make any suggestion while Kevin is staring at
their feet, he'll he helpless to disobey. Soon, Kevin will find himself
ordered to accompany the football and basketball teams to away games,
to serve the feet of the largest of them in the locker room."
Slade said, "Well, that'll keep him satisfied! The pendant does that
just because it's shaped like a foot?"
"No, the shape is irrelevant to the function. It's just a way to
remember what the pendant is programmed to do. Kevin will wear it under
his shirt anyway, where no one will see it. But certain special people
will sure feel its power when they're near him!
"As for Jake, his phallus-shaped pendant will attract those at the
school with the largest cocks. When he's near them, their sizable cocks
will get hard as stone, which for them can be a real embarrassing problem
to hide. They'll blame Jake for their problem, and they'll know that the
only way to relieve the pressure is to shove their cock into SOME orifice
of Jake's. As it turns out, a few of these superhung guys are the same as
the big-footed ones who will be using Kevin, maybe even at the same time.
Although there's also a gay sophomore geek who no one suspects of having
the largest cock in the school. They don't know because he won't shower
with anyone else, for obvious reasons. But if he ever crosses paths with
Jake, I'm guessing Jake's pendant will glow bright red and go on 'overdrive'.
If that happens, the intense field from the pendant may force the kid to
become Jake's best and most physically demanding 'customer'. And the pendant
will put Jake entirely at his disposal. The kid'll be motivated to turn up
at Jake's house every day after school, so that when Jake comes home
exhausted from cross-country practice, he'll go into his room and find
the giant-cocked geek with both hands around his pride, waiting to order
Jake to please him using his throat and ass muscles."
Slade didn't know which image was more exciting -- both Kevin and Jake,
pendants glowing, helplessly servicing the biggest guys on the football
or basketball team in response to barked orders, or Jake captured and
enslaved in his own room, the geek standing there naked, hands on hips,
as he verbally degrades his kneeling mindfucked jock cocksucker, takes
what he wants, spits on Jake, and leaves.
Slade sighed. "At least everyone is happy, in their own way."
Not quite. That night, in the college dorm room of He-Boy's most powerful
cockmaster, Lance, the black-haired football player, current wielder of
the Cockrod of Power, there was frustration. Since Lance only used the
Cockrod to change Clarence into He-Boy, and was forbidden to transform
Shrinker into Battlecock, the rod was growing horny again. It would have
happily served Billy, giving him the largest mancock in the world whenever
he wanted it, but Billy had given up the rod to settle down with his slave
Matt. So the rod was getting no supercock action. And after all, He-Boy
was the PROPER wielder of the Cockrod. What to do?
A blue beam shone from the rod onto the head of the sleeping football
player. His muscled body twitched for a second. He heard a voice speaking
softly, straight into his mind. Remember, it murmured. Remember that time
in the park, when you first saw Battlecock. Remember when it changed you
into nothing more than a seed receptacle for He-Boy. Mmmm, thought Lance,
remembering. The voice went on: That was the happiest moment in your life,
wasn't it? The highest purpose you ever felt. The jock smiled in his sleep,
his ass seemed to tingle, and his cock filled out to its full nine inches.
You could have that feeling again, it whispered. That purpose could be
yours again. Next time you wield the Cockrod to create He-Boy, you could
[Should I continue this? Feedback and suggestions appreciated.]