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Hey, I'm a 5'10" white guy with an average body.

What happens to the old bodies of short nerds and dumb skinny twinks that become buff jocks? Can you give me one of those former bodies?

The Top Of Your Class

Although I don’t quite understand the reasoning behind having the desire to turn into a short nerd, who am I to deny someone from achieving their dream body? Luckily for you, I have a tendency to save templates of every subject prior to them undergoing their own transformation. To me, there’s nothing more amusing than scrolling through the before and after perspectives of how people transform under my direction. But since you want to be one of those short nerds, how about we go all of the way with it? A few weeks prior, I had the chance to transform a frail college student named Ernest into a brand new football player, and looking at what you’re asking for, I think his body would be perfect for your wish of becoming a nerd.

Checking in on what you were currently up to, I couldn’t help but chuckle as I found you in the library attempting to study for an upcoming final exam. Surely you wouldn’t be caught dead in a library without a valid reason, but by the end of the day this place would be your new favorite spot to spend your day! Although you’re not the buffest guy around, I certainly think you undervalued yourself when you described yourself as average. I mean just look at your angular facial features and toned body! Just silently observing you as you continued to peruse the aisles of the library, I thank the heavens that I didn’t choose your second suggestion of turning you into a dumb twink! No, shifting your current self into one that has the body of Ernest was most certainly going to be a fun thing to witness!

As such, my own personal excitement to witness your change caused me to immediately initiate the transformation. At first it started rather small, with your height gradually decreasing step-by-step as you continued to grab some books to source in one of your final essays for the semester. Inch-by-inch, you continued to shorten down from your 5’10” stature down until you were just barely over 5’5”. It was around this height that you finally began to realize that something was amiss as you struggled to reach the top level of the bookshelf.

Upon reaching the point where you were forced to get a step-stool to grab your desired book, a quick observation down at yourself informed you of the fact that you were currently transforming in the middle of the library. Despite how hot this aspect was for you, you forced yourself to remain calm and slowly make your way back to a table where you had left your laptop and backpack. Eager to work and allow the transformation to work its magic, you pulled open your laptop and immediately got to work on the Physics essay you had been putting off.

Based on the fact that you had next to no progress completed besides putting your name on the paper, I quickly began to realize why you were so eager to get the body of a nerd. If you became a nerd, concepts like studying, tests, and writing essays would be a breeze and you’d easily succeed at any course you attempted to take. While this was admirable and understandable, I felt a bit annoyed at the withholding of these facts. As such, I decided to alter my plans and instead move right on to the mental changes.

Your mind initially had trouble comprehending the confusing concepts and translating it for your fingers to type, however a deep tingling in your skull promptly informed you that it would soon begin to change. In order to make room for your future super-genius capabilities, your mind was forced to erase some of the previously pertinent information that your old self saved. Given the fact that you were going to become a complete nerd, your already inflated brain had no need to retain information that involved diets, workouts, or even any knowledge of sports or their basic rules. Instead of having a drink at a bar and watching some sporting event on the widescreen TV, your free time now involves reading content-heavy novels and textbooks as learning now provides an insatiable thrill that alcohol, socializing, or watching sports couldn’t ever compare to.

Although the concept of going back to your dorm room to snuggle up in bed with a philosophy textbook was quite appealing, your mind didn’t consider the possibility for long as this tingling sensation in your brain dissipated and instead began to make its grand return everywhere from the neck down. Taking a few glances down at yourself, you were in awe as you watched the muscles in your arms and chest tense every few seconds. But as you continued to observe the changes, it quickly dawned on you that each subsequent tensing was causing your muscles to fade away and give you an extremely average build. After a few minutes, your arms had lost every morsel of definition, turning into a pair of twigs that certainly no longer strained against your shirt sleeves. As for your chest and abs, those had also faded away to nothing to the point of turning you into a flat-chested man. In fact, your torso had become so flat that the only protrusions in that area came from the slight jutting out of your nipples.

As the changes continued down below your waistline, you could feel everything as your thighs turned into skin and bone to the point of gaining a permanent thigh gap. Even worse, that familiar tingling feeling in your crotch caused you to take a moment to focus on your prominent manhood. In doing so, you were able to slowly feel it shrink down to a more reasonable and fitting size of 4.5 inches. By the time you had finished mourning for your diminished manhood, the physical changes had completed as your calves lost all definition and your feet even shrunk a few sizes to no longer fit in your tennis shoes.

Although you wanted so badly to go to the bathroom to observe your changes, the fact that your clothes were so ill-fitting to the point where they would surely fall off upon standing up caused you to patiently wait out the changes. Luckily enough, my magic was quick to remedy the situation as your simple white t-shirt began to undergo a slight shift. The fabric became more starchy, which was quite irritating given how baggy it was and how it rubbed against your torso, but that was eventually fixed as the shirt shrunk a few sizes and a grid of lines and colors emerged on the fabric to turn into a more form-fitting dress shirt that is completely buttoned up all of the way to the collar.

Next, your pants and shoes are the final areas to undergo some severe alterations as no nerd would ever wear stylish pants and top-tier brand new athletic shoes. As such, the ornate pattern and designer fabric quickly altered, shifting in both density and texture until they were a rough pair of grey jeans. As your shoes shifted into a well-worn pair of dress shoes, it seemed as though your physical transformation had finally completed.

Eager to check yourself out, you finally began to stand up and make your way across the library to a nearby restroom. But as you made it a few feet away from your table, you quickly realized that your pants were still a bit too loose around your frail frame and thus threatened to fall down to the ground. Before you even had the chance to quickly move your hands down and grip the waistband, two bright blue and red suspenders suddenly pushed forth from the backside of the pants and looped around to secure your pants. While you were understandably shocked by the sudden snake-like suspenders that had manifested out of nowhere, there was an equal amount of shock dedicated to the bright red polka-dotted bow tie that had suddenly hindered your view when tilting your head downwards.

Seemingly finally done with the transformation, you walked with a slight pep in your step towards the restroom. While doing so, that all too familiar tingling sensation re-emerged.. with the focus now on your head. Like you were getting a fine scalp massage, you could feel your hairstyle shifting from a styled yet messy appearance to something much flatter and firm. Moving one hand up to touch the new hairstyle, your eyes widened at just how greasy the hair felt along with the fact that you were now rocking a sharp middle part that just screamed dweeb. Although you couldn’t witness the changes that were now affecting your face for yourself, you could feel the alternations of your features as they grew less defined. Your nose was the biggest proponent of change, shifting from an angular shape to a wider and more curved shape that would surely be the source of future taunting. As if on cue, your rush towards the restroom left you oblivious to the solid wall of mass that you ran into as they crossed the aisles.

“Whoa bro, watch where you’re fucking going!” the deep voice cried out as you helplessly tumbled onto the floor.

Upon making impact with the carpeted floor, you were quite shocked and scared to find your vision incredibly blurry. Not only had the impact with the hulking man only emphasized how weak and frail you were, but it also initiated the shift in your vision as you lost your perfect 20/20 vision. Knowing that you most likely had a pair of glasses now scattered across the floor, you moved around on your hands and knees in search of the glasses despite the extreme blur that you now saw. As you continued to frantically search around, the sudden snap of plastic caused you to immediately turn and crawl towards the source of the noise.

Just as you had expected, your hands finally came across a pair of glasses, which had magically already been repaired with a few pieces of thick white tape to repair the broken nose bridge. Although you were relieved to have finally restored your sight upon pulling them back on, you couldn’t deny that you were a bit peeved about being turned into a stereotypical nerd in both body and fashion choice.

But as you finally got back up on your feet and looked up at the man who had caused you to fall onto the ground, those thoughts quickly were pushed aside as you took in the sight before you. The man was clearly a college athlete, made especially evident not only by the university branded football shirt that was adoring his upper torso but also the extreme muscle that was struggling to be contained within that very shirt. His arms looked like the size of boulders, especially to you given your frail arms and smaller stature. Even his pecs were incredibly intimidating as you struggled to see the over 6’ tall man’s face due to looking up and seeing just how protruding they were towards your vision.

“What the hell do you think you were doing dweeb?” the man angrily roared, immediately causing your body to quiver and your cock to suddenly throb from the directed statement. Although you were extremely at ease with your sexual orientation as a gay man, the fact that you were turned on by him insulting you was a terrifying thought. You hadn’t been like this prior to the transformation, but that was just my own little addition to your personality as a slight punishment for only wanting a nerd body so you could get your college finals over with.

“I- I’m sorry,” you anxiously said, which caused your eyes to widen and your body to physically cringe as you heard the high-pitched nasally voice now coming out of your mouth. “I didn’t see you, I was just trying to get to the bathroom,” you continued, trying to calm the situation and make sure the jock didn’t initiate your new life with a terrible ass-beating.

However, the man wasn’t willing to be too forgiving, especially as he looked down and took note of the small yet noticeable boner that was straining against your jeans. “Holy shit bro, why the hell are you rock hard? Was all that knowledge making you horny…” he started, suddenly stopping as he began to put the pieces together. “Holy shit, are you some sort of fag or something? Did the physical contact of a REAL man really get you rock hard in seconds flat,” the jock happily cried out, causing a bunch of wandering eyes to direct their attention towards the interaction. To punctuate his sentence, the jock even showed off by lifting up his arms and flexing to seemingly show you what a real man looked like.

“I-, I’m not-, that’s not true,” you tried to respond, the words stuttering as you struggled to conceal the boner while handling the increasing levels of anxiety you were now feeling. As more people started to join in laughing with the burly jock, you were eager to escape the situation and thus immediately broke into a sprint to the nearest restroom. Upon finding the men’s restroom, you immediately slammed the door shut and locked as you tried to cope with everything going on. Although you weren’t entirely unhappy with the new body you had been gifted, the reality of what life as a nerd would be was finally dawning on you. To say that you weren’t enjoying it would be a clear understatement.

So as you made your way over to the sink, your already extreme anxiety increased tenfold as you caught sight of your new reflection. Taking a look at yourself, you witnessed practically no real remnant of your former self reflected in your new form. In all honesty, you weren’t sure whether that was a great thing or something terrible. As your mind continued to race about the reality of your new life, your heavy breathing began to quickly grow into something much more serious as a heavy wheeze began to escape from your lips. You were no stranger to a panic attack due to being a college student, so you knew for a fact that this was something much worse and far more serious. Leaning against the sink and tilting your head down to try and catch your breath, your sight immediately caught sight of a bright red inhaler suddenly sitting on the granite countertop area. With no other options and a desire to finally calm yourself down, you gripped onto the inhaler and brought it up to your lips. As you squeezed it and inhaled the fumes several times, the sudden calmness you felt was a huge relief.

After taking a second to maintain this level of relaxation, the issue of your still-throbbing and now leaking cock returned to prominence in your head. Although you were still ashamed of this newfound kink that you had seemingly inherited from the transformation, the enhanced sexual libido left you eager to push that aside and get off as quickly as possible. Not surprisingly, this desire ultimately won out, causing you to pull down your suspenders and pants and quickly pulling out your small cock. As soon as you gripped onto it, it only took a few strokes before you immediately ejaculated onto the bathroom mirror.

Relieved to find some form of release given the intriguing hot interaction you had with that jock, your mind immediately shifted to nerd mode as you felt an intense desire to return to finishing up your final essays and projects as soon as possible. After you quickly cleaned up your mess and pulled back on your clothes, you finally unlocked the door and made your way back out to your table. Although life as a nerd wasn’t entirely what you were expecting, you figured that there was at least great relief in knowing that you’d easily nail your finals and become the top student of your class… despite realizing that there would now forever be the looming threat of wedgies and constant bullying in your life.

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meme-templates · 2 years

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solidarity

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samsm2mstories · 2 years

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Winner gets to bottom!

Myself and Luke we're lifetime friends, we loved to gym together and play football together. During our years at university we didn't find our true sexuality until the mid terms studies. We were already dating girls but it was hard to keep up a jock life especially when you were doing well with the popularity.

Like had this ability he inherited from his family where he could force someone to swap places. He suggested we find two skater students who were hot twinks. This is where we found Harrison and Nial.

We met up and they admired us and agreed to swap places for a month. The swap happened and a few days later!

I was now Harrison with the blue boxers on top playing against my BF Nial, we were living our smooth toned sweaty bodies knowingly we not going to switch back. Harrison body was perfected as he loved his snapbacks and had quite the big cock on his twinkish body. The only issue is that I loved to bottom as it gives me such satisfaction especially when Nial fucks me.

Nial was a bit taller than me but he was a total bottom bitch as he wants to he fucked daily. Our love and newly gained bodies just sends our testerones through the roof.

We now have to play our games daily who's going to bottom for the night. I'm in the mood to fuck Nial tonight so I'm going to let him win. This is why I'm on top of him now giving him the hint my cock is ready for his tight sexy ass. We might just fuck right here now!

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zobstazoon · 3 years

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i had this thought in the shower so if it's inaccurate ummmm 🙌 but basically what ur fave pokemon swsh character says about you (to me)

milo: you probably like cottagecore or smth and/or youre just really nice and understanding. you want him to pick you up and launch you into the sun like the dynamax pokeball (and then hug you)

nessa: youre very chill but competitive and know a Hot Lady when you see one. possibly wlw?? also you will brutally murder whoever even attempts to whitewash her and any other poc characters (myself included)

kabu: HELLO DILF_LOVER69. Fr though you're cool and probably give good advice (when its genuine not encouraging your friends to rob the local gas station) you probably think hes hotter now then he was when he was younger but theyre both hot to you

allister: he is your cute little onglydoople and you will protect him with your life. you probably have anxiety and either rarely cry or cry over the one scene in cast away (looking at you @/zoochi)

bea: spicy chip lover. idk why you just have the vibe and you probably dress more edgy then you actually are (still kinda intimidating but you're very nice)

opal: this is a tough one umm. i get 'will listen to someone go off about something you didn't even know about and respond with "oh dear" vibes. also uses emojis like "🤣" unironically frequently (either that or you just enjoy pastels/fairy types idk LOL)

melony: MILF_LOVER69. as a wise friend said: world cold and hard, titty soft and warm. you're very sweet but will go fucking apeshit (affectionate) and probably really like cats idk (especially fluffy ones)

gordie: gonna be honest i have no idea bc ive only played shield but youre probably a little bit of a cryptid as in you'll disappear for like a week online only to reemerge by just sending shit like "calling among us imposter iphone at 3am (he answered!)" at 8 pm. no one really questions it though bc you're cool

piers: either very horny or very ace no in-between. you also really like tired twinks (@zoochi you again x) and/or punks. fr though i think you're very cool and passionate. even if your fav is considered "basic" hes popular for a reason babey

raihan: (definitely not describing me for this one LOL /s) you enjoy himbo jocks with no brain cells and are definitely gay. you would like him to kick and/or kiss you because he is 6'8" (and soooo hot ok sorry)

leon: another dumbass enjoyer just a different breed and perhaps slightly less bonkers. you also are an admirer of his massive grade a chest

hop: golden retriever boy!! fr but are you ok champ things will be ok i promise

bede: how's the mommy/daddy issues bestie 😿 you also probably did not like him at first but he grew on you like a tumor #characterdevelopment

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hauntedestheart · 4 years

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Security

“How the fuck did you do this?” Andy spat.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Trevor said nonchalantly, and he innocently picked at the collar of his shirt. “Hey, unrelated though, I’m feeling especially ripped today, do my muscles look bigger to you?” He lifted is arm and flexed exaggeratedly, stretching the poor sleeve that was trying to keep his bicep contained.

“They’re bigger because they’re mine!” Andy hissed, staring at the other boy with rage in his eyes. “Because you did some freaky shit and stole my body!”

“Nah, it can’t be that, that would be crazy. Nobody would believe that.” Trevor said, fixing a knowing look upon Andy. “Trevor.” He added pointedly.

“I’m not Trevor, you’re Trevor!” Andy was growing more agitated. He balled his fists up, but refrained from striking his body. “What. Did. You. Do?”

“I don’t know, just some spell I found on the internet,” Trevor dropped his facade and let his shoulders drop; his body language shifted from that of a swaggering young jock to an insecure young gay boy who didn’t quite know what do with all of the flesh he had stolen. He was still getting used to all of this new mass so he slouched in the way that came naturally to him and popped his hip out. He crossed his arms, enjoying the way that it made his biceps bulge, and continued, “It was complicated and expensive but I figured what the hell?”

“You-“ Andy stared at Trevor dumbfounded as he tried to process this information, and after a moment he just shook his head and soldiered onwards. “You know what? Sure. Okay. I can’t think of a better explanation. The point is, can you fix this?”

“Oh it’s definitely reversible,” Trevor said, but he cut Andy off before he could speak. “But there’s no way in hell I’m gonna tell you how to fix it. I’ve just been having the best time with these things!” Trevor brought his arms back up for another flex, admiring the smooth grapefruit sized bulges that firmed up when he pushed. He ran a finger over his right bicep, tracing a vein down the arm. “I don’t get tired of doing that. I’m like, obsessed with your arms! These things are fucking huge! I’ve seen you working out in the gym but I guess I never believed that these were just like, actually just always there attached to your body for you to use whenever you want. I don’t know why you even bother buying shirts with sleeves on them, there’s no hiding these puppies.”

“In fact, why do you even wear shirts at all? You’ve got these delicious abs and your chest, ugh, it’s to die for.” He lifted his shirt up to give Andy a peek at what he had stolen, taking extra care to rub each muscle as he described it. “I have a flat stomach but a six pack, that’s something else entirely. I feel so beefy now…” Trevor looked at his old body critically. “God I was such a fucking twink and you’re such a fucking hunk and it feels so. damn. good.”

“Stop talking about my body like that!” Andy was blushing, but he hoped that it wasn’t noticeable in the dim light that filtered over from the party.

“Why? Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve seen it all now. Speaking of which, the dick on this body!” Trevor slid his right hand down his torso and dipped it beneath his pants, finding that firm handful of meat he’d recently become acquainted with. Andy watched in horror as he palmed it, an expression of sheer lust on Trevor’s face. “I don’t know how you get anything done knowing you have this thing at your disposal 24/7. I’d just sit around all day touching myself. In fact, that might be what I do tomorrow, just lock myself in your room and spend the whole day getting to know every inch of this body. Paying special attention to these down here…”

“But I gotta say,” He continued. “While your dick did not disappoint, I’m kind of obsessed with your ass?” He thrust his head back and closed his eyes as he palmed his own firm ass in his jeans. “It’s like damn… what’s a straight boy doing dragging around a wagon like this? I like it though, it gives me options. Am I gonna top? Am I gonna bottom? Who knows, but I’m gonna have a hell of a time doing it.”

“You are NOT going to hook up with dudes in my body!” The image of his naked body thrusting into another man popped into his mind and he flushed beet red at the thought. He crushed the thought before he could picture the face of his partner, and fixed his wavering glare back on Andy in his body.

“What?” Andy quirked his eyebrow upwards. Mischievously he made an effeminate gesture that displayed his propensity towards a limp wrist. “Scared of everybody thinking you’re a homo?”

“I don’t have a problem with gay people I just…” Andy gestured wildly with his hands. “I just don’t want you fucking people with my body! Don’t fuck dudes, don’t fuck chicks, don’t fuck anybody! That’s my body, I’m supposed to be the one using it fuck! Or, not fuck, or whatever!” He crossed his arms and blushed, hyperaware of how he looked like a petulant child in his new body. He would almost think it was cute if the situation weren’t so upsetting.

“Seems to me like you don’t really have a choice” Trevor just shrugged Andy’s broad shoulders. He trailed a hand over his chiseled jawline. “Don’t worry though, I won’t do anything too crazy like shave your head or get a gross tattoo or something, I like your look how it is.”

“I just don’t get it,” Andy shook his head, closing his eyes as if willing himself to wake up from a nightmare. Trevor smiled and patted his old head condescendingly, relishing how much taller he was now.

“We’ve been over this, it’s magic,” Trevor said. “It’s not really something you get it’s just something that happens.”

“That’s not what I meant, asshole,” Andy scrambled for his words, a little desperate. “I mean what I don’t get is why me? Why take my body? There’s tons of dudes who are better looking. Like, I dunno, Wallace? I’ve seen him in the locker room, I’d take his body. Why settle for mine? Plus my grades are shit and my parents are super uptight and it’s just like… there’s a lot of reasons to not want to be me.”

“You can’t honestly expect me to believe the pity party,” Trevor rolled his eyes. “You’re king of the campus? Everybody loves you and don’t for a second try to make me think that you don’t know that you’re hot as hell.” He tilted his head to one side and raised one eyebrow, shooting Andy what he hoped was a sassy look. He wasn’t quite used to this new face yet so he wasn’t sure what it actually looked like but based off of how Trevor couldn’t seem to meet his eyes it must have been… something.

“And besides,” Trevor continued. “I definitely have a personal investment in taking you down a peg seeing as you’ve been my mortal enemy for the past few years. Knowing that the guy who originally had this body absolutely hated me just makes having it all the sweeter.”

Andy snapped his head up and glared at Trevor with a ferocity that startled him. His hands clenched into fists at his side and if the two had been in their true bodies Trevor would have been cowering, but he found it a little hard to be intimidated by his rather petite body.

“It’s not like that,” Andy was practically shouting now, and he was gesticulating wildly as if for emphasis. “I have nothing against you, why on earth would you think that?”

“Well it sure looked like it from the outside, and now that I’m on the inside it’s kind of looking the same way. Because you’re the golden boy and there’s no time for losers in your life. Because I’ve been hanging out with your friends–who are all assholes by the way–and all of them talk shit on me. Because–” Trevor paused and took a deep breath that hitched in his throat. “because we used to be best friends and then we got to high school and you decided to act like it never happened. All the birthday parties, the sleepovers, the secrets we shared… did that mean nothing to you?”

Trevor stared at Andy but the boy’s eyes were fixed on the ground, unable to make eye contact with Trevor. Even now, with seemingly nothing to lose, he couldn’t acknowledge his former friend and their shared history. It pissed Trevor off. He scoffed and pressed onwards, verbally and physically, until he was looming over Andy. The size difference between his new body and his old one gave him dark thoughts.

“I’m not an idiot, I know it’s not a coincidence that you started talking about me at the same time that rumors started spreading,” Trevor’s face darkened as he thought back to high school. Teens could be cruel, and teens in a small conservative town could be even crueler if they thought you were different in a certain, rainbow manner. “I actually didn’t know if I was gay or not for a long time because I was so confused whether I was just making it up because of how hard everyone picked on me for it. But when I finally figured it out I was so relieved to understand what was going on inside of my head and I had no one to share it with. And then I just had to stand by and watch you blossom into this incredible guy who seemed to love everybody but me. I thought when I got to college things would be different, but nope! I was still the only out gay dude, and to top it all off, by some insane coincidence you were still there. Looking more handsome and golden and stupidly ripped than ever. It wasn’t fair; I decided to make it fair.”

“I’m sorry,” Andy didn’t know what else to say, and his voice wavered even trying to get those words out. Simple words could never compensate for the years of pain Andy had endured. Andy wrung his hands (Trevor’s hands, he thought distantly), unsure of what else to do.

“You didn’t seem sorry when you stood by and let your friends pick on me,” Trevor continued, unrelenting. “When you started ignoring all of my texts and wouldn’t look at me in the hall, was that your way of apologizing?”

“I just… you know what that town was like. I couldn’t…” Andy tried to defend himself weakly, but he knew he didn’t have a case here.

“Couldn’t what? Couldn’t put up with the stigma of being friends with the gay kid?” Trevor spat those last two words out like they were a curse. “Well imagine fucking being the gay kid. Now you don’t have to. And I’ve got this,” Trevor flexed one of Andy’s arms and the muscle bulged intimidatingly. “and you know what this is? Security. It means that people respect me. It means that I don’t have to worry about some dude threatening me because he doesn’t like how I was looking at him at a party. It means I can walk past a group of guys without being harassed. It means I don’t have to be scared when I’m walking alone at night. Shit like this is wasted on guys like you because you don’t know how to appreciate it and you just use it to bully other people.”

“I never picked on you!” Andy burst out. “I would never do something like that.”

“Right, of course you didn’t,” Trevor’s voice was dripping in venom. “You just let everyone else do all the dirty work for you while you sat and watched from your ivory tower. And you know what? The saddest part of it is that your silence hurt worse than any of the slurs or the punches,” Trevor’s anger had transformed into something else by this point, something raw emerging from a place deep inside of him he thought he’d locked away. “It hurt because you were my best friend and I loved you so much and you just ditched me because I was gay.” All of the anger drained out of him and the tears he had been fighting back found their way out. No matter how strong his body was now, the heart inside was still soft and hurting.

“Shit… Trev…” Andy stared as his own body was wracked with sobs, but in his mind’s eye he just saw same old Trevor he’d grown up with. The weight of the years of separation crashes into him and he felt guilt churning in his stomach, undercut with an emotion he couldn’t quite figure out. Cautiously he approached his former friend and wrapped his arms around him; Trevor flinched, but didn’t pull away. “I’m so sorry man, that was so unbelievably shitty of me.” He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to say next, but the words came easily to him. This was a long time coming; he took a deep breath and began.

“You’re right, I did cut you out of my life because when we started getting older people started to talk about you and the things they were saying confused me. My friends, my parents, they were saying these things about people who were– who were different, and I knew if I stayed so close to you people would talk about me too and I wasn’t ready for that. It was easier to just shut it all out rather than try to understand it by the time I had figured it out I was so ashamed of myself I couldn’t reach back out. Instead I just let myself watch from a distance as you grew up and were picked on and I never let myself do anything about it because I was too much of a coward.” He stroked his own back soothingly, and Trevor allowed him to do it. Andy was still heaving with heavy breaths, but the sobs had stopped.

“You didn’t need to steal my body to be stronger because you’re already one of the strongest people that I know. You had the strength to be you, to be out and to be who you really are even in the face of all these assholes and that’s something I could never do. Yeah I’m the big guy, the popular guy, but I’m too scared to rock the boat and too scared to face the truth about myself,” Andy stepped back slightly and created some space between their bodies, an unfathomable gulf that allowed him to look Trevor in the face. It was his own face, of course, but he felt he knew the soul behind those eyes better than he knew himself. His eyes travelled his old body, observing the strapping young man, and all he felt was a twinge of pity. A gilded cage is what his old life was; funny how having all of his muscles stripped away was the thing that finally gave him the strength to stand up for himself. “I’ve had a thousand chances to reach back out to you and make this right and I never have, so I’m not gonna let this one slip away.”

He closed his eyes and pressed their faces together into a gentle kiss. It was an innocent, chaste gesture brought forth from a place of brotherly love that people don’t usually think about but that’s no less important, but despite this the sparks still flew. Literally, sparks flew, seeming to materialize in the air around the two and make the hairs on their arms stand on end with their soft tingle. The two of them felt the world spin, and when they opened their eyes, they found that they were back in their own bodies.

Then suddenly the (literal) air of enchantment over them was broken.

“Shit, fuck, shit–” Trevor began to curse and an expression of pure panic broke out on his face. He fell onto his behind and shuffled to his feet awkwardly, trying to scramble away from Andy into the direction of the trees. Andy snapped back into reality and grabbed one of Trevor’s hands to keep him from retreating. He grinned at how easy it was to restrain his friend, savoring the feeling of having his strength back.

“Where are you going?” Andy asked gently. Cautiously he released Trevor’s hand, and the other boy instinctively shrunk back and raised his hands protectively.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry about the switch I’ll never do it again, I don’t even think that I could, just don’t hurt me!” Trevor curled into a ball on the ground meekly, the confidence he’d felt in Andy’s body already evaporating. So long feeling like a tank, he thought to himself, hello again to being a fucking twink.

“Why would I hurt you?” Andy asked confusedly. “I just kissed you.”

“I thought you were just doing that to break the spell,” Trevor began rambling nervously. “I don’t know how you knew that was the trigger to undo it but obviously you did and now that you’re back in your body you’re gonna use all those muscles to beat me to a pulp and I know how strong you are now so I know it’s gonna hurt and–“ Everything clicked into place for Andy and he chuckled. He began advancing on Trevor froze like a deer in the headlights, shaking with anticipation.

“No, that wasn’t it. That was definitely a bonus because I’m a big fan of, you know,” His shirt jumped as he popped his pecs, and he sniffed cockily. “all this, but the main reason I kissed you is because I wanted to.”

“You did?” Trevor felt like his brain was short circuiting. Maybe the spell hadn’t worked at all, maybe he’d just messed with a bunch of crazy voodoo shit in his room and he had died and gone to some kind of freaky dream dimension. He’d almost think he was dreaming if his heart wasn’t thumping so hard in his chest, insistent and undeniably real.

Trevor’s eyes smoldered and he smiled. “I’ll do it again right now, if you want me to.”

Andy had closed the distance between them at this point and he slipped his arms around Trevor’s shoulders, and the two boys gazed at each other. Then the distance was gone, and they were kissing. Both boys melted into each other; their body swapping exploits had already proven that magic was real, but this kiss was the first moment where they believed it.

“I don’t get it,” Trevor mumbled breathlessly. “Is-is this some kind of weird revenge? Did the spell switch our sexualities too or something?”

“Maybe it did,” Andy murmured. “But did it ever occur to you I might not be all that straight either?”

“You’re gay?” Trevor asked incredulously, barely willing to hear the answer.

“Well, bi, but right now I’m feeling pretty gay,” This was the first time that Trevor had admitted that out loud to anyone, even himself. A knot that he didn’t know was in his chest loosened itself and he felt light and free. He stared at Trevor and it was like they were twelve years old again, lying crumpled on top of his sofa in the dim light of the evening feeling relaxed and like the world was a beautiful place, only now he didn’t have to hold himself back from kissing his friend. Which he did. Again, and again, and again, until Trevor was pressed up against a tree and Andy was grinding against him and they had to separate for air.

They were both panting, and they took a moment to just stand there and drink in the moment. The initial burst of hormones had worn off and left behind warm, fuzzy feelings that enveloped both boys as they stared at each other. Trevor broke the silence first.

“People will be wondering where we are, we should get back to the party,” Trevor said reluctantly. This night had already been too good to be true and he didn’t want to press his luck. He tried to smooth out his rumbled up hair and, after a moment’s hesitation, reached over and fixed Trevor’s collar. The moment felt strangely intimate, which was saying a lot considering everything that had been going on between the two boys that evening. “We’ll tell everybody we got into a fight or something.”

Trevor turned to go when he felt a strong hand around his wrist. He turned around and saw Andy smiling at him fondly with a funny look in his eyes.

“You get my body all riled up and then wanna leave without taking care of it?” Andy reached down and unbuttoned his pants, and his underwear bulged out. This was perhaps a bit bold of him, but this was a night for being bold. “I’d say you owe me after that little stunt you pulled. I can think of a few ways you can repay me…”

Trevor swallowed (there was a dirty joke in there somewhere) and stared at Andy’s penis hungrily. He’d been up close and personal with it when he’d taken his body of course but seeing it from outside and knowing that he could touch it was something that had seemed even more impossible to him than the idea of body switching. This was a dream come true and he wanted nothing more to reach out and take that dick in every single way he could think of but… “Wh-what if someone catches us?”

“I’m not scared anymore. Are you?” Trevor asked boldly. Andy shook his head. “Besides, don’t forget, we’ve got security.” He flexed that arm one more time, drawing a blush out of Trevor. “You like that, don’t you? Well I like your body too. Why do you think it took me so long to come after you? What was it you said earlier, that you were gonna lock yourself in your room and get to know every inch of my body? Well that’s exactly what I did with yours,” Andy’s hands felt like they were everywhere on Trevor’s body, tickling his belly, sliding across his back, running through his hair, until finally they settled on his ass and gave a squeeze that elicited a squeak. Trevor looked embarrassed, but Andy just smiled at him. “I get the sense that you don’t think you’re attractive, which is dead wrong. You’re so beautiful and if you don’t believe me when I say that then I’m gonna have to show you. Tonight, tomorrow, for as long as you’ll let me.”

Trevor stared at the young man in front of him. He’d planned on getting to know his body from the inside, but maybe doing it from the outside wouldn’t be so bad after all. Who knew what would happen in the future, after this literally magical night? But for right now he felt more safe and secure than he ever had, and he had an inkling that being insecure wasn’t the worst thing in the world either. It had led him here after all..

(A/N: Believe it or not this was supposed to be an exercise in writing a short caption… I saw the gif of the guy from Love, Victor flexing and I thought “I should write a quick caption on that” and created the premise and it just ballooned from there and took me weeks of tweaking with it. Still don’t really like it but I’m tired of staring at it in the drafts. Never watched the show and I don’t intend to. There was originally a really long intro scene but I cut it because it didn’t feel necessary, and I hate the ending but I don’t care enough to fix it I just wanted this done. Cheers)

#Body Swap #Bodyswap #male body swap #Series: Security

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten!) - Ch. 4

The delivery guy finished with the boxes, leaving them next to the lobby’s counter. It was okay, I could take it from there. Got a few muscular guys and they could put those muscles to display.

“You really can take it from here? You look small to move all those boxes” The guy that asked me to sign for the delivery asked. It was nice of him.

“Yeah, no. I’m going to have the guys move them to the storage room, and I thought that could serve as motivation for the non-staff people, to be like ‘Woah, I’d like to be strong like that one day’.” I explained, nodding towards coach Mark spotting a twink-ish guy while he bench pressed.

“Uh, whatever you prefer. All the papers are in order, so… Have a nice day, bud.” The delivery guy counted the ten boxes one last time, before writing some stuff on his clipboard and leaving the sports club.

Now, to get all these boxes inside…

“Mark! Peter! A little help, please?” I shouted, trying to catch their attention over the loud music. And after they finished helping their respective trainees, the coaches ran over to my side.

“Yeah, boss? Need help with these boxes?” Mark asked, pointing at the boxes beside me.

Mark and Peter, the football coaches from my old high school and my current university, respectively. Of course, they have been brainwashed after I met them, and I put them to work under my management as personal trainers during their free times, which is… the only time I can open this place.

“Yeah. Just move it to the storage room and I’ll check them there. They’re supposed to be the new uniforms and the club’s merch, so better check they are exactly as I’ve ordered them.”

I was particularly excited about this. I only ordered one delivery of a couple boxes full of different sized unisex shirts, and I plan on leaving them behind the counter and having the coaches wear them as their new uniform.

Once again, I’m using them as a display. I’ve been researching for a while with my frat friend Aiden, who told me I should make the trainers wear them and that would make the clients want them, somehow. “It’s dumb, but it works. And I expect a percentage of the earnings for my advice.” were his exact words.

“Hey, Mikey!” I called my best friend, who was running on a treadmill a few meters away. “Can you look around and make sure nobody dies while I’m back there? Should only take a few minutes”

“I’ve got your back, bro!” He answered, giving me a thumb up with his healthy arm before turning the treadmill a few levels down to be able to pay attention to his surroundings without flying off the machine.

Great, that covers it. It’s only for a minute or two, so I tried to not overthink it. Mikey is perfectly capable of helping someone, even with a casted arm. I hope, I don’t want to get sued.

He came to make me some company during one of my trips to this place, and because he wanted to put a workout in. Only lower body stuff, so he wouldn’t hurt his arm, but he seemed to love it still.

I followed the coaches to the storage room, as they left a pair of boxes each and went to look for the rest. I grabbed a cutter from the toolbox we have there and opened the box lid.

Grabbed a random tee from the box and pulled it up. ‘Neat’ I thought, admiring the work. It was a green tee, an XL size. Might be perfect for the coaches.

“Mark, take off your shirt and put this one instead.” I ordered, throwing the shirt at him and examining the box again.

“Yeah, boss” Answered the coach, before starting to undress beside me. I took a quick glimpse, sighed, then went back to work. I grabbed another pair of shirts, one would be for Peter and the other one for Mikey. I guessed he would like the little present.

Mark had already changed, and the shirt looked awesome on his muscular body. Fitted, which was great, because it showed off his big pecs and bodybuilder abs. How can a high school football coach have such a great build? I don’t know, I don’t care. Me and my old classmates just assumed he was a real psychopath when it came to physical stuff.

“Looking great there. How does it feel?” I asked, patting one of Mark’s pecs.

“Somewhat tight, but still really good. Not tight enough to hinder my movement, boss.” He smiled after his answer, like he was proud to help. It was nice, I liked to see my boys being happy, no matter which one it is.

“Good, that’s good.” I mumbled, checking out the guy to examine the shirt. It was green, just like I asked. It had a little grey pine tree drawn on the left pec.

And in the middle, around the chest area, there was the words ‘Lumberjack Sports Club’ written in big letters. It was supposed to be a rebrand on the whole place and… Really cheesy, right? I know, it was the best I could think of. Wanted to make something with my name and… lumberjacks cut wood, like pines… Yeah, it’s really, really cheesy.

The words become a bit more prominent if the wearer has big pecs, like coach Mark has. They stick out a bit more due to the big chest, which is awesome!

I finished checking that everything was as planned, then patted the man’s pecs once more. “Done here, you can go back to work.”

“Sure thing, boss” Is it weird having my high school coach calling me boss? Of course it is, but can’t do anything about that.

Now I just needed to wait for Peter and do the same thing with him. The sooner I introduce the new uniforms, the more exposed they’d be and a week or two later, I would be able to sell them as club merch on the reception desk. Once I set this place as self-manageable, I can drop it finally and go back to being number #1 of the class.

The original plan was just to save this place because it was Mike’s preferred workout place, but now it turned out to be a huge time vacuum.

Coach Peter entered, carrying the last two boxes. “Great, I was just waiting for you…” I said, grabbing another XL tee from the box I opened previously.

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I took a few minutes examining the other boxes before going back to the main area. I looked around for Mike, hands behind my back trying to hide one of the new t-shirts I wanted to give him. I noticed he already finished with the treadmill.

After he saw me coming out of the storage, the big guy skipped over to my side. “Hey, what’s with the new shirts? They look awesome!” The jock said, admiring how the new uniform looked on the coaches as they went back to work.

“Just a little idea I had! Nice, right? I think I went a bit over the top with it but it’s supposed to increase earnings and… you know, management stuff.” I didn’t like boring Mike with the details of my little hobby/job. It was fun to do, and reminded me of time management games I used to play as a kid. But of course, in a more serious and realistic way.

“They are! Man, they really look good.” He stated, before finally stopping his admiration for the new shirts. Luckily, because I would start feeling weird if he kept admiring those.

“Weeeeeell…” I extended my hands towards him and offered him the tee. “Got one for you!”

“Really?! Awesome!” He snatched it right away, but I didn’t want him changing in the middle of the gym area. It was supposed to be a little secret for now! Just meant to be shown off by the coaches for a few days before they go on sale. Not going to use my best friend for advertising purposes!

“Heyheyhey, wait a second there. I gotta finish with some stuff upstairs before we can go home. Want to come with me and…” Looking around to see that nobody was near to eavesdrop. “Show off a little?”

I tried to wink, but I’m pretty sure it came off awfully. I don’t know how to wink without making a weird face. Luckily for my self-esteem, Mike didn’t point it out. He just nodded, visibly excited to try his gift on.

No more words spoken, we started jogging upstairs quite fast. My ‘office’ was just this room with a couch on the side, a desk with a computer and two chairs around it. One in the front and one way more comfortable behind it.

I barely do stuff there, honestly. I try to not put much thought into the sports club, otherwise I’ll become as invested as I am with the football team and I’d have even less time to breath. Besides keeping my studies up to date, I like to have my time to play videogames.

Also Mike is a veeeery social guy, so he gets bored quite quickly if he doesn’t do stuff with another human being. Anything, let it be working out, play a game, cooking, sex, anything.

While he’s still in contact with his friends and teammates, I’m the guy who’s around him the most, and thus I have the responsibility to make him feel good and loved. It’s not a hard task because he’s naturally loveable, but still quite time consuming!

As soon as we entered, Mikey closed the door with his foot and pulled me in by the shoulder. There, the big guy leaned in and the usual make out session started.

…Yeah, this was another use for the office. That’s why the couch wasn’t out yet. It was pretty inappropriate for an office but very useful for sexy times like this.

I pulled back, though. We could do sexier stuff at our place, rather than risk anyone walking in the manager’s office for any reason. I wanted to head home already too, so I preferred if we were done with it quickly here.

“Wanted to thank you for the gift, bro. Y’know I love surprises.” he said, pointing to the shirt.

“Huh, you won’t love it until you try it! Strip show! Strip show!” I began to encourage him, as he threw the shirt to the couch and reached down to start pulling his sweaty tee up. He tried to do slow movements, and his cast was on the way,

A few seconds later, the old sweaty shirt was off. I wondered if I should tell him to stop and wait until he showered, but he seemed so excited that I decided to keep myself silent.

Mike grabbed the new uniform tee and carefully slid it in, one arm at a time, then the head, and the big guy was ready! “How do I look?” He asked, striking a superhero pose.

“Amazing, I knew it would fit like a glove!” It really looked great on him, and I guess that’s always a granted when you give fitted tees to fit people. The pecs look great; the abs can be admired through the fabric. It was really like he wasn’t wearing anything.

“Hey, once I get this thing off in a week,” he lifted his casted arm “I’m gonna work out like a beast, then we’ll go back home and I’ll give you the best freakin’ show in your life. Got it, bro?”

He had that handsome cocky smile, and I was glad I made him happy. I’m doing a nice job taking care of him, if I dare say so. He barely minded that his arm was broken and just looked forward to having it off. Focusing on his studies (Not intending to brag, but I kind of helped with that…) served as a nice distraction, so the big guy always has something to do.

“Okay, I’ll take your word on it” I answered, offering him my hand to make it seem like a deal. He chuckled and shook my hand, before pulling me in again for another kiss. I wanted to roll my eyes, but this was really nice. I can’t lie and say that I don’t enjoy it, I enjoy when he gets all cheesy and romantic.

“Y’know what we could do? It’s been a while since you’ve read me the… the story…” I think there are very few things that manage to get me from hard to soft, and sadly this was one of them. I’ve been trying to avoid the story for a few weeks, and Mike didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t bring it up.

Until now, of course.

And you know what? I can’t deny it to him, it’s something that happened years ago, and I’m not really upset by it but it’s… kind of uncomfortable to read? I feel like I was such a brat before.

I sighed. “I’ll read you one chapter, if… you cook dinner tonight and, uh…” I’m really bad at coming up with this stuff. It’s funny because I usually have to come up with orders and stuff like that. “Read another chapter for your class? The boring one, so you get over it fast” I’m devilish sometimes.

“Aww, man… Really?”

“Yup, take it or leave it, big guy” I crossed my arms, trying to seem like serious business.

After a bit, Mikey nodded. He didn’t even put up a fight, darn! I lowkey wanted to use mind control to change his mind. It’s okay though, I shouldn’t really try to influence his choices. Only for fun though, hehehe.

“Welp, we’ve got some time here. There’s a couch too, so…” I grabbed my laptop from my bag, feeling a sort of déjà vu as of now. Even when I tried to avoid reading it, it seems like I have to keep going until the end, or Mike won’t be happy.

I sat down on the mentioned couch, and waited for him to lay down beside me, as he rested his head on my lap. I had to leave the laptop beside me to avoid placing it on his head, but whatever.

Let’s see where I left this off…

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Past Pine’s POV

My day was weird. I still felt a bit hurt by what happened at Mike’s house, but the idea of not having one, but two jocks under my control sort of balanced my mood into a normal state. Not happy, nor sad. I was just a blank sheet of paper waiting for the day ahead to fill me.

And that line is too cheesy, I have to erase it later.

[Huh… I didn’t delete that… I could just… Oh, sorry Mike. Where was I?]

But yeah. I couldn’t take last night’s events out of my mind, and the fact that Mike hadn’t sent me a nightly message may speak for itself. The guy is mad at me now, even though he doesn’t really have a reason to be mad.

Whatever. I thought about messaging Gary this time to have him pick me up and drive me to school, but if I wanted to keep my stuff a secret, then I would have to not be as obvious. I mean, having him not beat me up already on sight is a big improvement, but not being actually able to hang out with him was a pain.

Not like I want to hang out with Garrett, but being able to enjoy my new slaves would be nice. I know I got to play with them yesterday, but there’s still a lot of things to do!

Skimming through my day, nothing interesting happened. Again, I didn’t find Gary until after the first classes were over (Nothing of interest ever happened in my classes, the teachers did a good job on punishing troublemakers… As long as they’re inside the classroom, the corridors are another tale).

I saw him walking down the corridor, and Mike was next to him.

“Like, really, thanks a lot for helpin’ with those loooong words…” Mikey was saying, before they both stopped in front of me. “I dunno why, but that book seems like a biiiig pain in the ass now.”

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s what mates are for, right Mikey?”

“Right, bruh!” Huh, pigs might as well start to fly now because this was unnatural. Mike and Gary are getting along! This, uh… It never happened before.

Let’s see. Mikey is nice and gentle, while Gary is rude and… straight up awful. They never managed to even hit that one point where you text the other person and wish them a happy birthday, because both guys really dislike each other.

Something fishy is going on, definitely.

“Uhm… What’s up?” I asked, looking at one, then the other. I was pretty confused.

“Hey man. Been chatting with Mikey here during Literature class. Dunno what happened after I dropped you there last night, but he’s awesome now!” Gary stated, seeming excited.

“Yuh, been feelin’ pretty light headed since last night, bruh. My brah here helped me with some words I couldn’t understand. Been a hard day, huhuhuh…” Mike’s voice sounded deeper, exactly how they sounded last night after I left.

Fuck.

I did do something to him during our fight. I just didn’t notice. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had to do something.

First, let’s see what I did to him. “Mike, would you mind telling me… the square root of 16?” That was the simplest one I could think of, because it’s the example they taught us when younger.

“Uh… I dunno, I ain’t a calculator bruh. But hey, we good now, right? You talkin’ to me like we good and that’s awesome! Bro hug!”

“No, wait, there’s no time for-“ I got pulled in for a bro hug anyway. Mike is a tight hugger, and this gave me time to think. I guess I can leave it like this for a while, right?

He certainly seems happier, and it could work as a sort of punishment for outing me. Not really enslaving him, because I have no interest in doing that to my best friend, but still doing something with him.

That makes sense, right?

Mike slowly let go of me, and I patted his shoulder. There was a big smile on his face as he looked down at me. That sealed the deal, he was staying like this at least for a few days.

“Yeah. We good, big guy” I told him, returning the nice smile he was giving me.

…And then he pulled me in for another bro hug.

“Okay, that’s enough” I said, once he let go of me again. Fighting back against him was useless, have you seen this guy? He’s way bigger than me! Rivaling Gary in terms of bigness!

“Sorry, got a lil’ bit excited there. So happy to be bruhs again, bruh!” Mike took a step forward, probably to hug me again, but I did a weird wanna-be karate move and he remained still. Gary laughed at our goofiness.

“So, that was heartwarming!” The guy stated. “C’mon big guy, we should head to practice before coach Mark starts to yell.”

“Oww… I don’t like coach Mark. He mean to me, huhuhuh.” Mike said, still in a deep voice. It was weird, seeing him like this. He’s not the brightest bulb on the box, but he isn’t a dumb jock either. He can be pretty smart if the subject interests him, like with biology and… P.E!

Wait… Coach Mark…

Okay, let’s say that I began to like this thing of controlling jocks with my mind control powers. (Except for Mikey, of course. That was an accident and he’s not going to be enslaved). But, if I were to enslave all of them, one by one…

It’s going to take an eternity, fuck.

But, as the big jocks next to me were chatting about going to practice and how mean the coach is, I thought I could maybe… target him this time? I mean, he is a very mean guy, and he also seems to not care that his football team has been bullying a senior student for a month or so. He definitely should be corrected in his ways…

“Hey, do you guys mind if I follow you to the practice?” The chatter stopped.

“Wut?” Mikey was legit confused. He was dumb, but he still recognized that I just had an awful idea, if I didn’t have any powers with me.

“Why’d you wanna do that?” Gary asked too. He seemed a bit less confused than Mike, but still clearly curious.

“Y’know what I mean by having a word with him, right?” And then, it clicked. Gary let out a ‘Ooooh…’ that made my dumbified best friend even more confused. “I figured that, instead of keeping going for the team’s jocks, I could take down the leader of the group?”

“I dunno what you two got in your hands, but lemme know if you need my help, a’ight? Gonna head to the field already…” Mike stated, but didn’t wait for an answer before leaving. I guess he got bored from not being paid attention? I don’t know, I’m not inside his head.

“Pine, bro, while this sounds great, are you really sure you can do that? I worry about you, bruh” Aww, Gary was a softie! But sadly, I had made up my mind already. I’m going to enslave that coach.

Gary and I walked together towards the football field. We talked about how the plan could go as we walked. I wouldn’t be able to enter the football field zone because that would raise suspicion, but I didn’t care much about that at the moment.

“Well, I need to think about all of this… Go to practice in the meantime, I’ll let you know at the end what my plan is, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll do my best to help you,” Gary leaned in and whispered to my ear “My master…” Then he jumped back and jogged down to the locker room.

I remained inside the school, making time while helping around the people with indoors extracurricular activities. It gave me something to do, and I could also think about the plan with barely any interruptions other than myself asking around in the classrooms if they needed an extra hand for anything.

Not going to lie, I was really tempted to go to the football field, climb on the bleachers and stare at all the jocks training. But it would be best if I stuck to the ‘not get voluntarily near any of the jocks’ for now, because I don’t really know if my powers work on masses of people. Like, so far it worked on two people, Gary and Brent.

I have a theory that people’s will power plays a part on whether they obey or not, and so far both Gary, Mike and Brent did as I said without any complaint. Getting the coach would also let me test if age has anything to do with my powers’ efficiency.

[Hmm… Nothing much happens during these bits… I’ll fast-forward a bit]

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An hour or so later, football practice was probably over. It kind of depends, it usually only lasts until 5 pm but it can get extended until 6 pm and I hope it didn’t get extended because I’m bored.

I headed to the school yard. The sky was gray, maybe there would rain tonight. Nice, I like rain. I sped up my pace towards the football grounds though, didn’t want to miss the end of the practice.

My plan so far was telling Gary to get the coach’s attention and ask him for a short reunion. I could maybe lie saying that I’m in the school’s newspaper to justify my presence in that reunion. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out once I’m there.

The football ground was just a large chunk of land, decorated with lines to mark the different spots, yards or whatever. Sorry if I don’t seem interested, but I’ve never managed to understand football. On the sides of the field, there were a good chunk of bleachers for when we host a game and the principal invites the whole school, passing it off as a ‘grand event’ when it’s just another high school football game.

‘Suppose it’s got something to do with school spirit, but I’m not feeling any school spirit when I’m being shoved in a locker, thank you very much.

Enough with the bitterness though, got a plan to carry out!

The team players were sitting on the grass, and they looked really sweaty. Some were panting to catch their breaths; others were drinking water. The only thing in common was that they all were staring at the coach as the man spoke.

The coach was just as Gary described him earlier. A very large man with a face of few friends that scared everyone.

“YES, COACH!” The jocks shouted suddenly, breaking my train of thought. I assumed they were having a motivational speech of sorts. Or a cult reunion. You never know!

“LOUDER!” The man in front of the group shouted back, it gave me goosebumps. I don’t like yelling.

“YES, COACH!!” The jocks repeated, then the coach laughed and started speaking in a lower tone again, so I couldn’t hear anything. I was beside the bleachers, so I had no idea if they could see me or not. I didn’t really mind if they saw me, but I didn’t want to interrupt… whatever that was.

Cult meeting or football practice aside, the group started to walk lazily towards the locker room, probably to have a shower before they all returned home.

I noticed Gary split from the team and was walking towards my direction. I leaned back against the bleachers so the rest of the team couldn’t see me. Not that it would really matter, I think, but maybe being a bit careful wouldn’t hurt?

“Saw you spying. What’s up, bro?” Gary asked once he reached me. He was wearing a football jersey on top of the armor. The armor made his already wide shoulders look even bigger, which was certainly impressive.

I stood there for a moment, admiring the look of the guy in front of me. “Woah…” I mumbled, before shaking my head. “Uh… sorry. I wasn’t sure if practice had finished already so I thought I would come over and… take a look. Yeah. That’s it.”

“You’re so lucky the coach didn’t see you, otherwise he would have yelled at you big time.

“I mean; I could also tell him to shut up. It would sell me out, but it would also feel really good” That man. Yells. A LOT.

“Got a point there. Eh, I gotta go back in and take a shower. I’m really smelly, otherwise I’d give ya a bro hug. You… seemed to enjoy the one Mikey gave you this morning” I almost cracked a laugh in front of him. Never thought Gary would get so observant. So glad he’s enslaved to do as I say, otherwise he would have beaten me up by now.

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re pretty smelly. I’ll wait for you here, still planning to get the coach today.” I said, as he took a few steps back.

“Oh yeah, about that. I came up with an idea to help you out. I’ll wait outside the locker room once I’m done and call you when everyone else finishes, ‘kay? Shouldn’t take longer than 15 minutes, and the coach usually stays in to check some stuff in his office.” It sounded like a nice plan, better than mine I guess. Because there was barely a plan on my end.

Go in, enslave, go out. That’s what I managed to think of all day. I don’t really know the coach other than he’s a dick, and I’d like to change that once I get my grip on him, but if I don’t get him first then the later part would be pretty useless.

“Sure, okay. See you in a while, I think.” Never thought I’d be planning how to enslave a coach with Garrett Basch. But hey, I should get used to this, right? I mean, if I plan on keep doing it after a while, that is…

Yeah, I probably will. I don’t know, I have a feeling I can become really good at this with enough practice!

Gary smiled and ran off. I noticed some players walking towards where I was, which made sense since this is the field’s direct exit. I hid under the bleachers next to me and hoped to not be seen. The guys passed by, luckily not noticing me… standing there like some kind of creep.

Well, I just needed to wait now. And hide, just in case someone else decided to leave.

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It seemed like forever, but after around 15 minutes of waiting, I received a text from Gary.

Finally! I left my little hideout and was about to make a run towards the locker room’s exit of the field, but instead bumped into someone. Way to go on the ‘stay hidden’ part, huh?

“Oh, hey. Sorry, bruh. Didn’t see you… Uh… Where did you come from?” Mikey said, taking a step forward to see if I was alright, and I could tell he didn’t take a shower and just changed into normal clothes. The after-practice odor wasn’t so strong, but it was still noticeable.

I looked at the big guy and tried to shrug the bump off. “Uhm… Just came from school, thought about having a word with the coach before heading home.” I explained. It wouldn’t hurt to update him with my latest plans, right? I mean, I don’t think he could do something bad to me while he’s a dumb jock.

“Ooooh, you don’t wanna do that, brah. Coach is reaaaaaally pissed today, he’s been taking it out on us all evening. I was really thinking about ditchin’ practice and go home, but that’d probably have been worse than hearin’ him yell and stuff, huhuhuh.” That deep laugh was a bit unsettling.

I nodded. “Thanks for the heads up, I’ll be careful. You’re heading home, right?”

“Yuh-uh”

“Good. Take a shower when you get there, okay?” I don’t know if he planned to not shower at all, but he kind of messed his normal clothes by not showering before changing back to them, so I thought I could slip that one little help for him.

“Got’cha, bruh” I didn’t notice him going all blank and glassy eyed, but I think it worked fine. “Gonna head back now, see ya bruh.” He was about to step in for another bro hug, but I lifted my hands and he ended up bro-slapping them. Nicer than smelling my friend after a practice? Always.

“Oh, wait!” I heard Mikey and stopped in my tracks. Turned around and noticed him smiling at me “Nice glasses you have. Make you look smarter, bruh.”

“Uh… Thanks? They’re the same ones I’ve been wearing for months” Luckily, my glasses never got broken on Garrett’s jock rampage against me. Which is nice, because my prescription is still working fine and glasses aren’t cheap.

“Yeah, but I noticed that if you compliment people, they feel better and I like making people feel better. Discovered this after I com-pli-men-ted-” He counted the syllables with his hand, which was cute. “-this cheerleader earlier today and she seemed really happy afterwards. So yeah, looking great today, bruh! But, uh… No homo, you get what I mean, huhuhuh.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well… Thanks Mikey, you look great too. No homo! Heheh.” I figured I had to add that in at the end too, otherwise he might think I was hitting on him. The big guy gave me a big dumb smile, before nodding and walking away.

After that weird event, I went back to making a run towards the locker rooms. I noticed Gary waiting there, with a kind of annoyed look.

“What took so long?” He asked once I arrived. He seemed more nervous than anything, which was understandable. The coach isn’t really a nice man, but he’s really good at his job. Otherwise I guess he wouldn’t be around?

“Bumped into Mike, and he wanted to chat for a bit. Nothing serious, I’m here now!”

“It’s… okay. You’re the leader here, so I can’t get mad at you. Can’t get mad at you even if I wanted, bro!” He said with a sincere smile. It felt weird, but I shrugged it off. “C’mon, let’s talk to the coach.”

As we were about to go in, the door opened and coach Mark was staring at us, apparently in confusion. Did we catch him on his way out? Oh, fuck.

Coach Mark. A man around his thirties, very muscular too (His body size reminded me of Gary, actually! But older and bigger/taller). He was wearing a fitted tee that looked quite professional while also being ‘made for show-off’-ish, some dark gray leggings and running shoes.

He had sunglasses on, which was weird because it was almost night time already, and a little golden chainlink necklace that ended up hid under the t-shirt. I felt like if I kept examining him, I would die, for some reason.

The man had an expression of not liking… I don’t know, the entire planet. But I’ve heard rumors about him laughing sometimes, whenever he takes a person to detention.

“Heeeey, coach…” Gary said, sounding quite nervous. If he was nervous, I was about to pass out then.

“Yo, Garrett…” Then he looked at me “And… uh… Mr… Cartas?” How rude! Uh, I think. I guess he’s not really forced to learn the student’s names and so. I need to try and go a bit easier on people, I guess.

“Carter, sir… My name is Pine Carter…” I corrected him, but tried to sound respectful.

“Yeah, that. What are… you two doing here? Practice’s over, I’m heading home now” The coach stated, sounding surprisingly calm. Maybe he doesn’t need to sound all baddy and mean if his jocks aren’t around?

“Wait, coach. I really need to talk with you, in private. With my buddy here.” The coach seemed to flinch a bit when Gary called me ‘buddy’, but almost instantly regained composure.

“Sure. Head to my office tomorrow during your free time, and we’ll chat there. Going back home now” The coach put a bit more force on that last sentence, like he really wanted us to leave and stop bothering.

I think this would be a nice time to step in!

“Uh, coach. You’re going to let us in and have a reunion with us. You really want to have this thing now” I stated, trying to sound quite commanding.

Mark’s eyes glazed over for a second, but quickly turned back to normal again. He turned around without saying a word and let us in the locker room. “Come on in, let’s go to my office to talk more comfortably.” He said after starting to walk in.

Gary smiled at me, before letting me go in first and follow me closely behind. The office was just across the locker room, so it was just a few steps away. The coach unlocked the door with his key and let us go in first. The plan was working out! I’m so excited!

The office had a brown desk in the middle, with a computer on top of it and a plaque that read ‘Coach Mark’. In front of it, there were three plastic chairs that seemed pretty uncomfortable. Around the walls were shelves with pictures of teams (Probably the school’s football team across the years? I couldn’t tell).

A pennant with the school’s colors (Red and yellow) was right behind the leather desk chair that was for the coach. I was tempted to command him to exchange chairs with me or something, but decided to not be an asshole. It was enough that I was going to make him obedient to me already.

I sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk, and Gary followed suit. The jock smiled at me, and shook my shoulder a bit. “Hey, you’ll do great” He mouthed (I think), as the coach closed the door and walked around the desk to sit on his chair.

The older man was mumbling a sort of happy tune, which would have made me laugh if I weren’t completely terrified.

“So…” The coach grabbed a few papers on top of his desk, set them aside, and stared at Gary. “What brings you two here?”

Since he was looking at Garrett, I didn’t feel like I actually had any permission to speak on this matter. I assumed this had just turned into a ‘team effort’ kind of thing, and decided to let my jock partner play his card and I would continue afterwards.

“Well, sir…” Gary seemed nervous too, but was handling it way better than me. “It would be nice if you apologized to my friend-o here… I know this may come off as out of nowhere but…” then he looked at me. “Pine, I’m sorry for what I’ve done this last month. I’m truly, very sorry.”

My brain was about to split in half, not because of the surprise but because I didn’t know how to react. For one side, there was a little voice that was like ‘fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you!’ and in the other side, another voice that went like ‘So cuteeeeee!’.

Since I couldn’t really pick a side, I just nodded. “Yeah, thanks. But why does the coach owe me an apology?” The coach in front of us raised an eyebrow, probably as confused as I was? “…You didn’t tell me why we were coming here in the first place, huh.”

“I’m preeetty sure good old Garrett was just pulling a prank on both of us, kiddo-“ The coach started, but was quickly interrupted by Garrett.

“The coach told me, and the team, that he knew our practices were going to get harder lately. And if we needed to steam off a little, we wouldn’t get in trouble for messing with people in the corridors and stuff… Y’know what I mean.”

I remained silent, and heard very calmly Garrett’s explanation as the coach seemed to have lost faith in this conversation. “And to avoid drawing a lot of attention, the best way would be to focus on one person. This happened around when someone spilled the beans about you being… y’know, gay and all…”

So… if I got everything right… It all started as a sort of chain of events that got intertwined with my outing, and the coach being a REAL asshole. Huh, if you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense.

The coach did a Jim face, looking straight ahead, probably realizing he fucked up big time. I could report him, of course, and I may as well do. But hey, at least I won’t feel bad for doing this.

“Well… In view of this new information, coach, I do now believe that you owe me an apology.” I said, maintaining the composure, and doing my best to not yell ‘and now you’ll be naked! And you’ll be naked!’.

The man moved his hands weirdly, and chuckled. “Sure, why not? I’m sorry. My guys needed a way to rest, and I provided it to them. It may have not been the best one, but it worked fine, right?”

“No, that was not a good apology” Now, this was getting tiring! “Apologize sincerely, okay?” It was weird, but this time I could feel how my words came off as more ‘strict’ than before.

And I did notice the coach’s face going blank, as he started droning “I’m sorry for sending my players out to get someone and that you ended up being that someone.”

“Hmm… No, that doesn’t do the trick” I said, while Gary observed the whole scene playing out. “Repeat after me: ‘What I did was very wrong, unforgivable even, and I deserve a punishment’.”

“What I did was very wrong, unforgivable even, and I deserve a punishment” Coach Mark repeated, his face still blank.

“Coach, as punishment for what you’ve done…” Uh, I feel like I’m sounding like a weird movie’s villain. But it’s impossible to make an enslavement thing good! It’s just weird, I dunno. “You are going to do everything I tell you, with no second thoughts. You want to become a good obedient slave for me, your master. Isn’t that right?”

No answer came out. Was he resisting? I’ve never seen anyone do that so far! Ooooh, this is so excitingggg! Wait, no, I’m mad at him. Fuck, it’s difficult to be mad when you’re taking control of the person you’re mad at.

“You really want to become my happy obedient slave, just like Gary is, don’t you coach?” I tried to smooth his path with some chatter. Garrett smiled at me, nodding like a happy puppy. I smiled back at him, before returning to the blank coach.

“Yeah… I-I want t-to…” Another weird thing was seeing this big muscular man stutter after I said a few words. Makes you think about how this mind control stuff affects people, right? “obedient… slave…?” The man finished, pretty confused as he stared at Garrett beside me.

“Yeah. He’s a really good jockboy,” Now, that was weird. I reached out to Gary and ruffled his hair a bit. He didn’t stop smiling, like he was happy to be there with me as he watched the whole scene play out. “And you reeaally want to be a good obedient jockboy too, don’t you?”

This felt pretty great! I mean, I know I sound like some weird villain guy, but payback does apparently feel really good!

“Y-yeaah… W-Want t-to be… a… g-gooood…” Okay, this was getting slow. If I have to wait for this guy to finish each sentence when I tell him something, I’ll graduate already.

Let’s see… Something to stop him from resisting… I examined the guy, he was exactly as Gary described him back at the corridor. He had a thin chainlink necklace around his neck, that seemed to fall nicely on the spot between his pecs. A

“Coach, stand up.” I ordered, and waited as he shakily got up from his seat and stood at attention. His hands seemed to shake like he was very nervous. Huh, I noticed he had his championship rings on. Normal rings but with like big crests and stuff on the upper part.

“Uh… Hey, Gary?” I looked at the enslaved jock beside me and pointed to the coach’s fingers. “Do you know why he’s wearing those? I thought they were supposed to be trophies, not literal rings…” I was pretty confused, but again, I know nothing about football other than Mike’s position being quarterback, and Gary’s is linebacker.

“They are supposed to be trophies, or some sort of collectible. But some coaches like to wear them for good luck or some shit like that. That’s what the guy told me, at least.” Gary answered, eyeing the coach as he did. For not being so involved now that he revealed the coach’s ‘evil plans’, he seemed to be enjoying the show.

Right… so I’m quite nervous here. Like, I have to deal with a guy resisting my mind control powers. Kind of, because so far he’s doing everything I say without any doubt, but it looks like he’s so tense he may break free in any minute. I had to think of something to break that resistance down…

I mean, imagine if this went wrong and coach Mark told everyone I tried to control him somehow. I may be locked up by the government, or worse!

“Uhm… Let’s see… Tell me what’s the most important thing for you, coach” I tried to find a weak point, something that would allow me to get inside his brain or something. I still don’t know entirely how this works, but�� I won’t lose by trying, right?

“Dude, whatcha doing? Need some help to make him a good jockboy or somethin’?” Gary asked, almost whispering. He seemed confused, and I don’t blame him. I don’t have any idea what I’m going for here.

“Sort of, yeah. Just wait there, may need you if he wakes up and things get ugly”

The coach opened his mouth to answer, in a slow monotone voice. “Most important thing for me… my career, of course.” His body seemed to come back to life, but he had a nice smile on his face, like he enjoyed talking about this. “I used to play football in the big leagues before, kiddo. Then I decided to move to coaching with my best bud, and here I am. Won a lot of championships, y’know?”

I looked to his hands and saw the championship rings once again, and on top of the desk I saw this whistle. All the stuff I could use around me suddenly seemed highlighted, and I felt like a videogame character trying to come up with a solution for his dilemma. This just got way more fun.

I grabbed the whistle from the desk. “That sounds awesome, coach! And hey, I see you are a bit tense. Why don’t you go back to that blank state you were in a few moments ago, okay? Do it now, feel yourself relaxing more… and more…”

The smile vanished once again, as he stared straight ahead. “Relax… more and more…” He mumbled.

“Good coach. Extend your hands towards me, okay?” He nodded, and did as told. “We’re going to do a relaxation exercise now. I’m going to take one of your rings at a time, and you are going to feel yourself dropping ten times deeper into this nice relaxing state you’re in, okay?”

He didn’t seem so fond of this idea anymore, but I didn’t care. I was getting him this time! He nodded, shakily.

“Nice. And once all the rings are off, you will be so relaxed that you won’t be able to resist anymore. Your desire to give in to my words will just be so strong, so good to just listening me talk, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah… Nice to hear you…” The shaking went down a bit, but he still was visibly nervous about all of this. Hopefully this’ll work…

I reached out and grabbed one of the championship rings. There were 5 in total. Huh, I guess the guy was the real deal as a coach before? I pulled one out. “Hey, you’ve got a handful of these. Are you really that good of a coach?”

The tension went down a bit more after that first ring was off. I left it at the desk as he spoke. “Yeah… Always push my teams… to the fuckin’ limit…” Oh, he likes to swear. Nice to know.

“I could see that, you could go a little easier on them, you know?” I said, reaching out for the second ring.

“Sure… Go a little easier…” He mumbled. This seemed to be working. He seemed pretty calm now, but there were three more to go!

I kept going as I admired the big man in front of me relaxing more and more as I kept taking his championship rings off. There was one left by now, and the shaking had already stopped fully. His face didn’t show any emotion, only the same blank stare from a few moments ago.

“As soon as I take this last ring, you will become my obedient slave. Always ready to follow my orders, but acting like your old self when I’m not around or in public. You got that?” My fingers were ready to slide the last one out of his hand, but I wanted this one to be the most important one, now that he wasn’t resisting anymore.

“Yes… Become your obedient… slave…” He droned once again. It all seemed so easy now, like all the worries that were haunting me a few moments ago suddenly vanished, and the nice feeling of control washed over, putting me in charge.

“Exactly. You will become my obedient slave, addressing me as your ‘Master’. Once this ring comes off, you’ll belong completely to me. Understood?”

[God, this sounds so awful… Was I really so bad before?]

“Yes… Master…” That was my cue, I pulled off the last ring and left it at the desk. Immediately after, I could tell all resistance was definitely gone from the guy. Coach Mark smiled dumbly, looking down at me now. “How may I serve you, master?”

Behind me, Garrett clapped in awe. “That was AMAZING, master!”

Not going to lie, I felt like I was on top of the world. Like I could do anything!

I jumped a bit as celebration, as Gary clapped his hands in awe. It felt like a huge weight off my shoulders knowing I just managed to enslave coach Mark, one of the most (if not THE most) dickhead persons in the entire town.

“Hey, what’s next now?” My partner in crime asked, and that was a good question. I did wonder what I should do now. My original plan, the one I thought about for like two minutes before almost panicking, was getting to the entire football team (minus Mike).

If I did get to them, what would I do? I can’t just make a whole team get naked in the middle of the field or the locker room, someone could walk in out of nowhere and the whole thing would get shut down. Hell, someone could walk in on us right now and wonder what is going on!

I looked at the dazed coach. “Do you have your office’s key?” Mark nodded lazily. “Great, pass them to Gary”. The coach reached out to the desk, grabbed a long cord with a few keys at the end and threw them to my jock partner.

Garrett grabbed them (Luckily, I didn’t intend to hurt him with that order) and headed to the door, locking it from the inside with the key.

Now, we could have some private fun!

“Take off your shirt, coach” I ordered, kind of impatiently. I knew he had a nice body, I could see it in his frame.

“Yes, master” The guy mumbled, not moving his face again as he started carrying my order. He really seemed so peaceful now. He reached out for his shirt and slowly pulled it upwards, as his muscular torso came to view.

“Heeeeey… I wanna play too!” Gary said, pulling my sleeves to get my attention from behind me. I turned around and tried to think. God, all this thinking ‘what to do when you have a pair of guys under control’ is going to drive me nuts in no time.

“Well, you can take off your shirt too and stand beside the coach here. How does that sound?”

He didn’t wait for me to finish, he just tried to take off his own tee as soon as possible (Which probably made him waste a bit more time), before moving to the coach’s side and beating his nice chest for a second like a gorilla. “Done, master!”

Gotta say it, he really seemed excited, maybe more than I was.

While Gary did that, coach Mark finished taking his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Now both controlled guys were standing next to each other, Mark still with a blank expression while Gary shifted his gaze between me and the slave beside him.

“Anything in your mind, Mark?” I asked, wondering why he wasn’t as lively as Gary was.

“Nothing, master. I want to be a good slave for you, waiting to carry out your orders to make you proud.” Woah, he really was a competitive asshole. Even when it comes to being enslaved, he seemed to want to be the best at being enslaved.

“I’d actually prefer if you acted more… alive, if you get what I mean. Like, still obedient and devoted to me, but maybe have a bit of your old personality shining through?”

He remained silent, before a little smile began forming on his face. “Yeah, master. Anything you want.”

While Mark did seem to have a bit more of personality now, he still stood like a soldier, probably still waiting for commands.

“Alriiiight… First order of today then!” The two guys seemed to listen carefully to what I said. “Turn to face each other and give your fellow slave-bro a good, nice make out.”

Gary seemed a bit disgusted at first, but the coach didn’t waste a second and grabbed his best player. Pulling him in for a kiss that the younger jock didn’t seem to enjoy, but still went with it.

Coach Mark was pretty much bigger than Gary. Mostly because of height thought, and muscle size, yeah. But coach Mark seemed a head taller than Gary or so, which made him look quite bigger than his student.

“C’mon guys, put a bit more into it! Oh, I know! Start feeling up each other’s bodies, that’ll do the trick.” I ordered, sounding quite confident. I liked this, I really liked it.

Gary started feeling up the older man’s abs, while his other hand wandered around his back. Meanwhile, coach Mark apparently wanted to touch as much as possible, having his hands roaming Gary with a sudden intent.

Nice thing both Gary and I are over 18, otherwise this would have been veeeery weird and inappropriate.

I walked around the desk in the meantime and sat on the coach’s chair. It was incredibly comfortable, like lying on a pillow while I watched two hunks make out in front of me.

Noticing the coach’s sunglasses on the desk, I reached out to them and checked them out. “Hey coach! Mind if I try these on?” I kind of didn’t care for his permission at this point, but I was curious to see his answer.

“Nah, master. Take whatever you want, everything I own is yours now-” Gary pulled him back into the kiss, interrupting the coach’s speech.

I chuckled, realizing they were actually tongue-wrestling for control of the kiss, and Garrett just tried a dirty trick to win the battle.

“Okay guys,” I started, leaving the glasses folded on the neck of my tee. “Enough making out for now, let’s move on to the next part now.”

They stopped as I walked over to them, before standing at attention again. “Get naked. And, uh… get hard, too?” I didn’t know if that last one was going to work, but judging by their bulges they weren’t really turned on by the action that just happened.

I did notice their bulges got a bit bigger after I gave them that order, and once the clothing was out of the way, I could see that they were fully hard.

The coach’s cock seemed small. (Not that I have a big one, by any means. But the big muscles made it seem quite small.) Although compared to Gary’s, they both seemed quite average, similar sizes. Huh, weird.

He wouldn’t be using it much today, though. “Now coach, get on all fours and lift that ass a bit. Gary, get behind him once he’s done.”

Mumbling the always nice to hear ‘Yes, master’, both guys obeyed the commands I just gave them. I was already fully hard too, the feeling of control I had over them was too much for me!

The coach got down to his hands and knees, looking up at me. “What now, master?” The older man asked, as I noticed Gary spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock with it. The jock knew what was coming now.

“Weeeell…” I didn’t know how to phrase it. How do you phrase ‘You are getting fucked by your best player’? “You are getting fucked by… none other than Garrett.”

The jock behind the coach was rubbing his hard cock, before he noticed what I was saying and bowed down like some kind of actor.

Mark gulped, realizing that this wouldn’t be as easy for him. “Will…” He sighed “Will it hurt, master?”

I didn’t want to be evil or anything. I mean, he totally deserved it, but I’m better than him! Or I wanted to be, at least!

I tried my best to make it sound like an order rather than a simple answer. “Not at all, in fact, you’ll love being fucked in the ass. Got it?”

Eyes glazing for a bit, he droned a short “Got it…”, before looking back at Gary. “Whenever you’re ready, kiddo”

“Should I shove it in, master?” Gary asked, now stroking. I gave him a nod, and just sat on the desk to enjoy the show. Gary didn’t hold back *at all*, the guy literally shoved his cock in one go and started fucking the coach.

Mark didn’t seem to mind at all, he gave one loud moan when the rough thrust, and then he seemed to try to get himself quiet. His face however showed that he was really enjoying the act.

Gary grabbed the coach by the sides and started going faster. I loved the nice sight, it was all so hot!

“Hey, bro!” Gary called me, and motioned with his head to come closer. “Why don’t you step in the action? I love fucking this ass… but maybe you can get your first blowjob or something. Just sayin’, though. Not ordering you around, you’re the master here.”

He had a point though. I didn’t step in during his encounter with Brent, maybe I could do something now.

I patted his back and nodded, before walking over to the coach’s face. Quickly, I dropped my pants and underwear, leaving my own hard cock free. I’m not a big guy, but maybe I’m on the average side? I don’t know.

“Coach, look at me and open your mouth nice and big...” I ordered, stroking my own cock as I watched how Garrett pounded the man’s ass. Coach Mark obeyed, moaning a soft ‘Yes, master’ as he got fucked by his player.

I slowly slid my cock inside of his mouth. “Suck it, and be careful with the teeth” I really hoped he didn’t break free of the mind control and, I don’t know, bite my cock or something. He started wiggling his tongue around, and it felt quite nice. Not outstanding like how he was having it with Garrett, but quite pleasing.

We remained like that, as I tried the hips thrust motion Gary was doing on the coach’s mouth. It really felt like a victory. Not only my former bully was there, doing what I said, but also the asshole coach that everyone hates!

It wasn’t even 10 minutes that I could feel some warm feeling going through my body, focusing on my dick. I was going to cum!

“Okay guys. When I cum, you’re going to cum too. Got it?”

“Yeah, master!” They answered at unison. Such good boys I had!

I kept thrusting, a bit faster this time, before I took it out and came in the coach’s face. He closed his eyes and mouth shut, probably trying to avoid the semen falling in. I knew I could have made him drink it, but as I came, it was like all my kinky energy just went away. I was pretty much out of ideas about what I should order them to do.

Darn, that’s depressing.

The coach and Gary didn’t disappoint though. As I ordered, they came the exact moment they saw cum coming from my cock, but Gary kept fucking the coach’s ass. “You both can stop that now, you did great.” I panted.

“Thanks, master” “I’m honored, master” Gary and Mark answered, respectively.

I sighed, trying to come up with what to do now. I looked at the coach and suddenly had a little idea. Reaching out for his neck, I grabbed his little chainlink necklace and undid the little lock, before putting it on myself. “You don’t mind if I do that, don’t you coach?”

“Not at all, master” Was his answer, he seemed calm and relaxed. It was weird to see coach Mark like that. Kind of nice, though. He was usually an enraged mess who always yelled.

I reached out to the desk and slid two of his championship rings on my fingers. “And if I do this, coach?”

“No, master. Everything I have is yours, because I want to be your good slave, master” It was both weird but kind of hot how he wanted to be the best even at being enslaved, but I don’t mind at all, like before.

“Ooookay,” I started, grabbing the other rings and placing them in my bag. “Let’s all get dressed up again, and get going home. We’ll meet up again. Would you like that guys?”

“Yeah, master” was their answer. I felt proud, already three slaves under? Awesome.

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Leaving the coach’s office and the locker room, Gary and I headed for the parking lot in complete silence. It was nighttime already, which made me wonder how much time we spent there. And how much time did I spend hiding under some bleachers.

“I had a lot of fun,” Gary broke the silence, smiling at me. “And you look nice with that stuff on, kinda cute. You’re like a mini-coach or something.” Not going to lie, it felt good.

But weird, this was still Garrett who was saying that to me, but it felt kind of warm.

“Huh, you really like it? I thought it was a bit dumb before…” I chuckled nervously, trying to strike a pose but it felt very embarrassing.

Gary laughed. “Yeah, I really like it. Gonna call you coach bro from now on!” We reached his car and he unlocked his doors. “So, what now?”

Assuming he was talking about what we were doing lately with the mind control stuff, I decided to answer what I had in mind so far. “I’ve got the coach now, so… Time for the team, I guess?” I really hope I can do some weird voice magic and get them all under control in one go. I will die if I have to go through them one by one, as I mentioned before.

He gave me a thumbs up. “Sounds like fun! It’s funny how the few times we’ve hung out to get a new slave-bro, I always end up fucking someone. It’s awesome!” Huh, he didn’t seem to mind he was fucking guys. Oh well, better for me. Leaves me more time to think about getting the team.

“Want me to take you home, right?” I nodded, before going around the car for the co-driver’s seat. Gary didn’t waste a moment either and got in, closing the door behind him.

Before turning the car on, he grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. Unexpected, kind of nice, I decided to kiss back.

It was quite unexpected, and I decided to pull back after what seemed like forever, but it was actually 15 seconds. Huh, seemed like more.

Gary didn’t say a word, he just smiled at me. I nervously smiled back, not knowing what got into him all of a sudden. But hey, at least he’s not aggressive anymore!

The silence took over the car again as the jock drove me home. I was quite happy already, it had been a productive day.

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Present Pine’s POV

“So, that’s all for today- Oh, no no no. You didn’t fall asleep again, did you?” Mike was resting on my lap, eyes closed and apparently out like a light!

Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to leave him there and just caress his hair or something to relax him more. But I wanted to go home!

Lucky for him, he opened his eyes before I started tickling him to move. “Not asleep! Just closed my eyes and started imagining the stuff. Man, that was some good stuff. How much do we have left?”

“Uh…” I looked at the laptop again, still thinking about what I would have done if he fell asleep. “Just another one, the team’s chapter”

“What?! Already the ending? Nooooo, gimme a second season Pineeeee…” He reached up and gave me a little smooch on the lips, before looking at me with puppy eyes. “Please?”

I snorted, shaking my head. “I can’t just… write more chapters, these are my memories! It’s not like I can make up fanfiction about myself. That’d be weird.”

A weird image of me mind controlling… Captain America came to my mind and made me chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” He sat back up and stretched for a bit. I like when Mike realizes what he’s talking about. He calms down almost instantly. “Man, you got me all hard with that chapter. Gonna have to hide it somehow, my gym shorts don’t help at all.”

Oh, yeah. That would be a problem. “Well, uh… Get soft.”

Mike stared straight ahead for a few seconds, before answering a nice “Got it, done bruh. Still quite horny, but at least my buddy isn’t ratting me out, heheheh!”

I ruffled his hair and got up. He started talking about the points that interested him the most this time, but I was barely paying attention. I had another idea in mind.

Coach Mark isn’t going to return to Winston for the week, the school he works at is closed due to maintenance (Lots of old pipes that proved to be a danger, apparently.) so he was going to stay with Peter, his friend.

Maaaaaaybe he could stay over at my place after his shift is over… It would definitely be a nice surprise for Mike. I think. I hope so, because I really liked the idea now.

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Author’s note:

Sorry for the long wait! Darn, I actually wanted to publish this one at the same time I returned with Nate and Dave on Patreon, but didn’t manage to finish the new chapter in time and was so worried about it that I forgot to publish this one. Sorry again for the long wait!

Man, I just love the coaches. I usually pick a guy to give an image to my characters, and I just happened to pic two really big bodybuilders to play the coaches. It may or may have not influenced on how much they appear, but I can’t complain. I just love a big guy 😂

I’ll try to keep the weekly releases coming. Should be okay for this week, I have a new story planned instead of Nate and Dave. Something with superheroes, if everything goes well. Anyway, I’ll stop rambling now. You didn’t see anything 🤫

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks so much for reading!

Edit: For public demand, I discovered there was a keep reading feature and I’ll start using it from now on for my long chapters. <3

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