Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2002 09:25:05 -0800
From: Shawn Webb <webb025@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Frat Control Experiment, parts XVII-XVIII

The Frat Control Experiment
Parts XVII-XVIII

by: webb025@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are
offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this.

This is the continuation of the story begun in Parts I-XVI in five earlier
files. You'll have much more fun with this if you read those parts first.
Now I'm REALLY running out of ideas for keeping this thing fresh...



XVII.


"Sorry, man, I don't know why -- unghhhh -- I'm doing this," said Rob, as he
tightened his elbow's grip around the neck of his fraternity brother
Preston, on the carpeting of the assembly room of the Tau Epsilon house. Tau
Epsilon was the prototypical "dumb jock" frat which specialized in those on
athletic scholarships with low academic expectations.

"Unhhh... It's... unhhh... OK, man, unhhh... can't help myself... unhhh..."
gasped Preston, as he struggled with all his might to release Rob's iron
grip. His long legs, muscles flexing, probed for a weakness in Preston's
position, found one, and he flipped Rob over. Soon Preston had Rob
helplessly pinned under him, to the accompanying cheers of the others in the
room. At that moment, both Preston and Rob stood up, eyes glazed, and walked
over to sit on the floor at the feet of Preston's happy younger brother.

All around the room, similar matches were taking place as part of "Little
Brother Appreciation Weekend." Of all the frats on campus, Tau Epsilon had
the greatest number of members with younger brothers 14 and older -- there
were 26 such members -- and the TE leadership, after a few visits from the
Grand Master's older brother who was also president of Sig Lam, decided to
use frat funds to fly or bus in all the little brothers that would accept
the invitation for the event. With such generous terms, nearly all the
little brothers that were contacted did accept.

"Little Brother Appreciation Weekend" had been arranged by the GM's older
brother as a tribute to his own sibling, and to demonstrate to him that he
was creatively worthy of his responsibility as second in command. Once
everyone had arrived, the opening session began in TE's downstairs assembly
room. The entire group of big and little brothers was provided Kool-Aid and
subjected to the standard induction by the GM's brother. About half and hour
later, to test their readiness, the brother had ordered everyone to change
right there out of their clothes and into the official uniform of the
weekend, which was a tight black Speedo one size too small that each was to
find in a bin. These had been purchased with frat money for all the
participants. No one had batted an eyelash when the change order had been
given, and everyone made the change completely un-selfconsciously. Obviously
the GM's brother had learned over time how to perform a first-rate
induction.

Once the group was ready, the Grand Master himself made his entrance, and
stepped onto the podium. He proceeded to explain the rules: for the entire
day, while inside the Tau Epsilon house, each younger brother had complete
physical control of his big brother. They could use them as their puppet
"players" in a game of domination: anyone their brother could establish
physical control over would also become one of their players. The two boys
that gained control of the most brothers would win "freedom of Tau Epsilon",
allowing them to come back and boss around the frat members any way they
liked, provided they did no permanent damage to them. The rest of the
participants would forget that the event had ever taken place.

And so the wrestling matches had begun, with the losing brother changing
teams after each victory. So far, the biggest "stables" were being assembled
by 16-year-old Dino Rizzo and 17-year-old Patrick Connell, whose big-bruiser
brothers were the biggest, strongest muscle jocks in the frat. As their
slave player collections grew, Dino and Patrick had to make decisions on
match-ups of their secondary players to give their own big brothers a rest
once in awhile. They had great fun using the bigger, older frat members as
their toys, as in a game of marbles, to capture more and more toys.

While all this was going on, upstairs a very different scene was unfolding.
Two of the visiting younger brothers had spotted each other as gay from the
very start, seemingly the only two who were. After the matches had begun,
they had quietly slipped out of the assembly room with their older brothers,
and up to Vince's brother's room. As Vince and Jimmy held hands and looked
into each others' eyes, each described out loud what he wanted to do to the
other, and immediately their straight older brothers, to their horror, found
themselves forced to act out their little brothers' fantasies
wholeheartedly. "Oh, man, I'm going to shove my tongue down your throat and
kiss you forever," moaned Vince, and instantly Vince's brother was forced to
shove his long tongue down the throat of Jimmy's brother as the two straight
frat boys engaged in a long, sloppy kiss.

"Mmmmm, I really want to suck your cock through that Speedo and get it
hard," said Jimmy, and of course his brother soon found his mouth
"hoovering" around the front of the Speedo hugging Vince's brother.

After a few minutes, Vince said, "OK, it's hard enough, now I want to plow
your ass as long and hard as possible!" Vince's brother stood, stripped off
his Speedo, positioned himself behind Jimmy's brother, and began to give him
the first assfucking he had ever received in his life.

As they watched their playthings in action, Vince mused, "Man, I'd give
anything to win that prize. Imagine coming back here and using all those big
jocks as our personal fucktoys. Did you see how that tight Speedo on Dino's
brother was making him semi-hard, and how he was having quite a time keeping
that huge cock of his from poking out of it? All wasted on a room mostly
full of straight guys. No, no, do it faster, in, out, in, out," this last to
his brother, who looked up fearfully and then was forced to increase the
pace of his cock's pistoning.

"Yeah, but there's no way we can win. You saw those guys downstairs,
especially Dino's and Patrick's brothers. I mean, my bro here is a swimmer
and pretty strong, but in sheer size and strength he's no match for those
football and basketball dudes downstairs. Neither is yours. Looks like we're
doomed to forget this incredible day. Okay, bro, get ready to cum BIG when
you feel that big cock cum inside you."

"Unless, unless. I'm thinking. There's GOT to be a way to do this, it's the
biggest opportunity of our lives so far, we can't miss it.  OK you guys,
it's time -- CUM NOW!"

Immediately, both straight frat brothers came at their brothers' commands.
Load after load spurted out from their helpless controlled cocks. When they
had finished their last spasm, they pulled apart from each other in
revulsion.

"Now, now, is that any way to treat your fellow love bunny?" said Vince.
"You've got cum and sweat all over each other, and I think you should lick
each other clean, don't you?"

"Yeah," added Jimmy. "And pay special attention with your tongues to any
nooks and crannies where cum or sweat might be hiding -- armpits, crotch,
behind the ears, between the toes, in the asscrack, anywhere. And if your
mouth starts getting dry, there's plenty of cum on the floor to moisten it
with." The two older brothers drew together, each one's face in the other
one's groin, to begin their intense tongue cleaning task.

As Vince watched the brothers' desperately intense tongue-probing
performance, the idea dawned on him with the proverbial suddenness of a
lightbulb going on. "I'VE GOT IT! We're going to WIN this thing!"

Jimmy was startled. "But how?" Vince explained his idea, and Jimmy lit up
immediately. "I think you're right. I don't see why it wouldn't work. It
follows the rules exactly..."

Once their brothers had finished cleaning each other up and were back in
their Speedos, they were given their instructions, and all four went back
down to the assembly room. By this time, the brothers of Dino and Patrick
were cleaning the floor with their last opponents, and Dino and Patrick were
high-fiving each other, ready to claim the victory, and the "freedom of Tau
Epsilon" that would come with it. Soon, Dino's brother had completed the pin
to claim Dino's last slave, and less than a minute later, Patrick's muscle
bro had taken the very last remaining frat member for his kid brother's
collection. At that exact moment, Vince's brother stepped forward and
grabbed Dino with one arm, and put his other hand around Dino's mouth before
he could cry out. At the same time, Jimmy's brother did the same with
Patrick. Since neither could call for help in time, their slave packs just
sat staring for the thirty seconds or so it took Vince's and Jimmy's big
brothers to completely subdue a totally surprised Dino and Patrick. The
flailing young guys were no match for the larger college athletes. once
pinned and released, their eyes glazed over and they came and sat at the
feet of Vince and Jimmy, soon followed by their respective slave packs.
Vince and Jimmy had triumphed.

Vince had Dino's brother walk up to him and stand at attention, and Jimmy
did the same with Patrick's brother. "Get hard!" commanded Vince, and
immediately, without even being touched, the Italian's huge cock began to
grow impossibly beyond the bounds of the Speedo that failed utterly to
contain it. Much the same thing happened with Patrick's brother at Jimmy's
command, his cock growing from a bright red bush of pubic hair that became
visible as his Speedo was brushed easily aside.

"Well, I think I know who's going to be giving the performance of their
lives the next time we come here," commented Vince, with a satisfied sigh.

At that moment, the Grand Master came in the door, applauding. "Great work,
you guys. A perfect example of nonlinear thinking. I knew you could do it,
of course. Why do you think I let there be two winners? One for each of the
fully out gay younger brothers. Oh, there are a couple of other gay boys
here, but they haven't fully accepted it yet."

Flush with victory, Vince beamed, and found the courage to ask, "Just out of
curiosity, why are you doing this?"

"Well, if you don't like this idea, you won't remember it when you leave, so
I can tell you. I already fully control three other fraternities at this
school, and several sports teams. I'm trying to expand my reach, but there's
only one of me, well I guess two with my brother, and that just isn't enough
to keep expanding and reinforcing the control. I'm looking for truly
motivated helpers that are smart enough to be part of my team. I think you
can see that the rewards are incredible. So what do you think?"

"But we don't live around here," noted Jimmy.

"Well, I'm sure Dino's and Patrick's brothers could give you the use of
their rooms while they slept on the floor. In fact, I think those two could
become your full-time slaves if you'd like. They're both here on football
scholarships, so their time could be evenly divided between football
practice and seeing to your every need. After all, they're not expected to
do much in classes. They won't provide much in the way of mental
stimulation, but they've got the full collection of orifices to be used.
They're also strong, so you could pose them around the room and use them as
furniture, say as a chair, a desk, or a footstool, and they could hold that
position for hours without moving. A bit of work for their muscles, but
after all, that's what they're here for, isn't it?"

Vince savored the possibilities... and yet... "But we haven't finished high
school."

"I'll bet once I show you some of my methods we could enlist your brothers
to help 'convince' your parents to let you take a year or so off before
finishing high school. But if you prefer, each of you lives near a sizable
college -- see, I've done my research -- and those colleges each have
chapters of one or more of my fraternities. We could use that connection to
introduce you, and see if you can take control of the local chapter near
home while still going to school. If you pass that test, well, who knows how
far you could get.

"Think about it. In the meantime, come back anytime and enjoy the 'freedom
of Tau Epsilon'. You've earned it. And when you're ready to get these two
big guys into action," he said, indicating Dino's and Patrick's still-erect,
posed-statue-like brothers, "I'll want to stop by and see what you come up
with."

"How do we get in touch with you?"

"Don't worry, I'll know exactly when you come by here next. These Tau
Epsilons may not know that I exist, but they all know when to call me. OK,
let's clear everyone's minds, replace their memories with those of a normal
friendly family weekend, and send them home. I'll show you how."



XVIII.


"Over here... get a load of this!" Cory hissed to his friend Bart at the
burger joint. The two 16-year-old friends, plus Cory's extremely tall and
lanky 17-year-old brother Ken the assistant manager, Hal, and Billy were
working the afternoon shift. Hal, 22, with a face that was model-like
handsome atop a wiry body with a slight build, was the former president of
the Gamma Kappa fraternity, an academic star who, oddly, had dropped out of
school a month before graduating and given up his medical school acceptance
to work at the joint. Billy, 16, freckled, short and young-looking for his
age but with a domineering attitude, was the younger brother of Brooke, the
current president (and absolute master) of Gamma Kappa, on loan from Sig
Lam, the fraternity that now secretly 'owned' GK. Hal had annoyed Brooke
during the Sig Lam takeover of his fraternity, so Brooke had programmed a
few changes into Hal that completely altered his life.

It was the relatively quiet period long after normal lunch hours, but before
anyone came in for dinner. Most of the team was on clean-up duty, while Ken
waited at the counter for any customers. Bart came over to the men's room
door where Cory had called him. Cory cracked the door and they both looked
in. There, on his hands and knees on the floor, scrubbing the tiles with a
toothbrush, was Hal the former GK president. His pants and underwear had
been pulled down to his knees. Standing over him, with an Osiris sneaker
firmly planted in his buttcrack, was Billy. As Cory and Bart watched, little
Billy roughly probed Hal's asshole with the tip of his sneaker while Hal
scrubbed. Suddenly, Billy snidely remarked to Hal, "You missed a spot," and
applied pressure with his sneaker, causing Hal to sprawl flat on the hard
floor. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir," said Hal, looking fearfully up at his
tormentor.

Cory let the door shut. "Incredible. Something way weird is going on with
those two. You've seen how Hal always acts so submissive around Billy, but
till now I never saw how far it goes when they're alone. This sure seems to
confirm my theory that something big is happening over at the university. I
mean, why else would Hal drop out like that and come to work here, under the
thumb of Billy?"

"Maybe he's just a perv that gets off on getting pushed around by other
guys," opined Bart.

"Maybe, but don't you think it's a pretty big coincidence that the guy
that's pushing him around just happens to be the little brother of the guy
that took his place as frat president? And there's more: last week I ran
into Louis Ducros coming out of the RTR house on frat row. You know him from
our gym class? He's a sophomore, metalhead, another non-athlete like us. He
seemed taken aback to see me walking by, and quickly came up to me to ask me
not to tell anyone where he had been. I agreed, but only if he would tell me
what he was doing in there. He was VERY reluctant to tell me, and I had to
threaten several times to tell everyone where he had been, even though I had
NO idea why he was so concerned about anyone knowing. He then told me an
incredible story, about how everyone at RTR was ranked by cock size, from
the president on down, and he bragged about how he had several personal
small-dicked college slaves in there to use whenever he wanted. He went on
and on about what went on in that house. I just naturally assumed he was
telling me a completely bullshit story, but then I got to thinking.

"The whole thing reminds me alot of a friend I had at school a couple of
years ago, Dennis Lang. We met in the seventh grade, and we hung out
together because we were never popular at school, too geeky, too weird, too
smart for our own good, I guess. Later we discovered we were both gay, and
though we experimented a bit with each other, we really weren't each other's
type. We both liked muscled older dudes, and we would spend hours comparing
fantasies involving guys over at the high school, usually the star athletes.
Nothing much unusual happened until our last year of junior high.

"That year, when we were 13, we took control of our older brothers. Dennis
had somehow gotten hold of a drug of some sort from his dad's lab that made
people more than normally suggestible, and according to him, when you used
the right hypnotic methods along with the drug, once you made the
suggestions they went in deeper and lasted longer than any previous drug. I
don't know how he got hold of the stuff with no one noticing, or how he got
a steady supply. Now that I think about it, he probably used it on his
parents to help him get it and cover his tracks. He even gave me a good
supply, which I've used ever since to keep control of my brother. His
obedience has gotten so built in and natural, though, that I don't have to
reinforce him often.

"Our brothers used to pick on us, nothing really bad, just normal big
brother stuff. But it was still humiliating being pushed around. It was
worse because we're gay and our brothers aren't. I remember the hot summer
day at Dennis's house when he first showed me what he had done. I got there
early because we had plans to head for the county fair. We were going to
take the bus over, but Dennis called his older brother Jeff into his room. I
was surprised when Jeff came -- he wasn't exactly in the habit of doing what
his punk little brother told him to do -- and I was even more surprised when
Jeff agreed to cancel the day he had planned with his girlfriend to drive us
to the fair. Dennis even asked him for $20 and without a moment's hesitation
he took out his wallet and gave it to him. Dennis then ordered Jeff to go
back to his room and wait for us, and Jeff just turned around and walked out
the door.

"I was amazed. Dennis explained what he had done, and asked me if I wanted
the same service from my own brother Ken. I thought for about one second and
then said sure. Dennis said that after the fair, he would have Jeff take us
over to my house to begin work on Ken, and he would show me what to do. I
can't tell you how excited I was to begin the process of converting the big
goof from my biggest annoyance to my helpless servant. By the end of the
summer, he did anything for me, and my slightest whim was more important to
him that anything in his own life. Our parents thought it was just great
that we were now getting along after years of one-sided fights. If they knew
what was really happening they wouldn't have been so happy.

"Dennis and I experimented on our brothers for a few months to figure out
dosages, how long the stuff lasted, how well it worked with which hypnotic
methods, and how far we could go with the commands we gave them. Once we
learned pretty much how things worked, Dennis suggested we move on to bigger
things. We sat around and compared our fantasies, trying to come up with
something way kewl. By now we were 14 and starting our freshman year of high
school, and our hormones and fantasies had grown quite a bit. What we
finally did was, we spiked the water of the varsity soccer team just before
practice ended, and once the drug kicked in about when they had finished
their showers, we went back in and... Wow, I'm getting hard just remembering
all this! We 'programmed' them so that at a command from either of us, they
would all become horny puppies, crawling on all fours yipping and yapping,
sniffing and licking each others' crotches and asses. When we snapped them
out of it, they didn't remember anything. When I got home that afternoon, I
spent HOURS jerking off, thinking of the sight of the team crawling over
each other like that.

"When we went back a week later and hit their water again, Dennis clearly
had a plan to move the project along. He had them recognize us as the 'alpha
dogs', and put the team in charge of its two senior co-captain 'beta dogs'.
Those seniors were muscled and gorgeous -- one had the most beautiful,
powerful ass I had ever seen -- and in their normal lives they had real
commanding leadership attitudes which earned the respect of the entire team.
But when we would put them in 'dog mode', we would stand there, our somewhat
skinny freshman bodies at attention with our hands on our hips, and these
beta 'muscledogs' would crawl over to us and sniff and lick our feet,
crotches, and asses. As a sign of their submission, they would whimper as
each of us powerful alphas placed a foot on the neck of his beta, claiming
his total obedience. You can imagine what they would have done if they
consciously knew any of this was going on -- they would have beaten us to a
pulp -- but in dog mode, we were their godlike superior beings.

"We then used the betas to arrange a hierarchy of the whole rest of the
team; with just a few yips and yaps, they communicated who commanded who,
who sniffed whose butt. I remember the 'runt' of the team, a freshman like
us, who ended up licking a lot of asses, since anyone had the right to make
him do it.

"Two weeks later, Dennis came in with another brilliant idea. He made the
players unable to cum without his permission, which of course made it
impossible for them to cum except at the practice that we snuck into once
each week. Can you imagine what that did to those poor guys? No matter what
they did the rest of the week -- jerking themselves off, or hand jobs or
blow jobs or even sex with their girlfriends -- they could NEVER cum. It
must have driven that group of guys nuts, I mean, imagine your sexual
frustration increasing day by day with no way to release it, and having no
idea why it's happening. Then without knowing how, they would get their
release after practice on that one day each week. I can tell you, that idea
of Dennis's REALLY moved up the testosterone level at our command
performances. They would blow huge quantities of cum all over the locker
room at the first sniff or lick of their cocks by a subordinate dog. That
lesser dog would then have to lick up his superior's cum from the floor or
anywhere else it landed.

"A couple of weeks after that, Dennis's cruel streak came out even more. He
changed the situation so a team member could only cum while fucking a
subordinate puppy's ass. Since the freshman runt had no subordinate, we let
him cum when the last guy fucked him. Now remember, these are mostly
straight guys, they're not getting pleasure from being fucked, but they're
obedient to their superior dogs, and the once-a-week release is so wonderful
when they get to fuck their subordinate that they're learning to love it,
even crave it. Subconsciously, of course.

"Outside of practice, we began to notice that the team's puppy ranking
relationship had started to carry over into their regular lives. Those who
were higher-ranking puppies while in our hypnotic control started expecting
and getting favors from their subordinates -- rides, money, car washings,
even use of girlfriends -- when not in our control. Dennis thought this was
the hottest thing, even hotter than our weekly use of our muscular betas for
our own pleasure. I really enjoyed the sex; before all this I had really had
none to speak of, and now each week my senior beta musclepuppy would come up
to me on all fours, tongue hanging out while I petted him, totally eager to
please me in any way. Dennis was clearly more into the control; having a
locker room full of athletic guys under his complete command was the biggest
turn-on for him.

"When the season was over, the team's practices -- and drugs and
reinforcement -- ended, and we generally left them alone. But once in
awhile, Dennis would walk up to the senior who had been his personal beta
dog and, right in front of his senior friends, ask him for outrageous
favors, like having him give up a weekend and drive Dennis to visit his aunt
and uncle 500 miles away, or asking him to give Dennis money for expensive
skating gear, and the guy would go pale, but he'd agree to do it, right
there in front of his friends. I'm sure he had no idea why he was agreeing
to it, except this respected senior leader mysteriously felt leftover fear
and respect for this skinny freshman."

"Wow, incredible. I'm getting WAY hot just hearing the story."

"Well, that was nothing compared to what Dennis did to the school's
basketball team the next term --"

"Wasn't that the year we went undefeated during the regular season?"

"Yup, and it was no coincidence. Dennis had obviously thought long and hard
about what to do before the season started. Instead of directing all the
action, he actually decided to leave it up to the players to decide how to
provide our entertainment. When we spiked their drinks the first time, he
gave just three orders. First, he ordered the team never to notice either of
us in the locker room. Second, he completely convinced the team that success
on the court would come only by inflicting pain and humiliation on the team
captain in the locker room. The more pain and the greater the humiliation,
the greater the success. They all totally believed it, especially the
captain himself."

"Wasn't that Jack Hulse? Who went on to Duke?"

"That's right, the only 6'9" player in our league at the time, and he wasn't
the skinny rail type even in high school. He had incredible upper body
strength and build, and I got off just watching the muscles in his legs flex
as he ran the length of the court. And that rich chestnut hair! Anyway,
Dennis's third order was whispered just to him: whenever he was on the
receiving end of pain and humiliation at the hands of his teammates, he
would get an incredible hardon that wouldn't quit. This would just make the
others all the more eager to step up the punishment. Later, Dennis
programmed the coach and manager not find anything that happened in the
locker room unusual. That was it. All we had to do was stand back and watch
what happened.

"The team immediately figured out that they couldn't hurt Jack BEFORE a game
without affecting his performance, so what happened was that the torture
sessions came AFTER successful games. And the more successful the game, the
more brutal and debasing the following 'thanksgiving' session would be. Of
course, the team also couldn't do anything to Jack that would cause visible
marks or bruises beyond the area covered by his uniform.

"The team started with simple stuff. They'd strip Jack, bind his wrists and
ankles to the pipes in the locker room, and just beat and kick him while
calling him names. One guy pulled a fat belt out of his locker and used that
on Jack's butt. Of course Jack would helplessly get that immense hardon
which spurred the team on even more. But Jack would grit his teeth and take
it like a man, and the team won its first few games by a small margin. The
team concluded they weren't humiliating Jack enough and needed to step up
the action.

"Two of the team members went on a mission to the bad side of town to find
sex toys they could use on Jack. With some experienced help from the clerk,
they came back with an assortment of dildos, including an electric vibrating
one with a remote control. They even found some device with electrodes you
could attach to someone's balls and deliver a nasty shock, and one of the
members set it up so the ball shocker could also be operated from the
remote. You should have seen Jack's face when they first brought in the toy
collection! He wasn't sure he could take it, but he knew he had to try, for
the team. To increase the humiliation during the sessions, he was no longer
permitted to look his teammates in the eyes, only at their feet or crotches.
He had to crawl on the floor from one to the other while the remote was
passed around, groveling before them. They would command him to do
physically impossible things, and when he failed, he would get a ball shock,
after which he would have to thank the shocker.

"The team started winning games by bigger and bigger margins, and the
sessions got more and more intense. In one, a crawling Jack was ordered to
learn the foot odor and taste of each teammate. Then he was blindfolded with
a few very used jockstraps and ordered to identify each teammate by sniffing
and licking their feet. When he got it wrong, he was delivered a ball shock.
When he was right, he was rewarded with the vibrating dildo. I'll never know
how he managed to keep up his hardon even when he was being shocked.

"At other post-game sessions, he'd have to clean off each sweaty team member
with his tongue while having his ass kicked or beaten by the others. In one
of the later sessions, he served as the team's urinal, having to lick
himself and the floor clean whenever they missed his mouth on purpose.

"At away games, the team would bring a special equipment bag with his toys,
and would guard the door to make sure no one from the outside would
accidentally come in and see what was going on. No one ever did.

"As you know, the team ended the regular season undefeated, and went up to
the state tournament. Unfortunately, in the first game we were up against a
big inner-city school where basketball was everything and they had like four
guys over 6'6". We did OK -- we lost by only 4 points when we were supposed
to get creamed -- but we did lose.

"After that game, Dennis and I went to the locker room to see what would
happen. The loss got the team all depressed, and it seemed to snap them out
of their programming. After all, the season was over, and there was no
reason for them to go through the ritual anyway. Jack was the most depressed
of all, even though his future was bright since he had already signed with
Duke. As he showered and changed, he looked longingly at one teammate after
another, but he saw that no one was paying any attention to him. He got this
odd look on his face, like something was missing. He dressed slowly, so he
wasn't done even after the last of the other players was dressed and they
had said their goodbyes. Once the locker room was empty, he grabbed the
secret equipment bag, pulled out the ball shocker, the electric dildo and
the remote control, and put them on. Then he went over to a laundry basket
nearby and pulled out some grungy used jocks, and while he sniffed and
licked them, he used the remote to shock himself and turn the dildo on and
off. I mean, there he was, his huge body writhing on the floor, groaning in
agony and ecstasy while he tortured himself! He missed the pain and
humiliation so much he was doing it to himself. I always wondered if that
desire ever wore off, or if he had to go looking for someone to abuse him
when he got to Duke.

"As Dennis and I stood there watching this, all Dennis could think about
right then was how hot it would have been to make the losers the absolute
locker room slaves of the winners. He imagined the big inner-city dudes
strutting in, all cocky and attitude, and the eyes of our team glazing over,
standing at attention, ready for orders, fully, horribly aware of what was
going on but unable to stop it or to disobey their 'masters'. You could tell
he was thinking ahead even then."

"Wow, sounds like he could have eventually controlled the whole school. But
I've never heard of the guy. What happened?"

"Dennis dropped out of school before the end of that year. He said he didn't
need any more of this kid stuff, he was moving on to bigger and better
things. I've seen him once or twice around town, but he was always too busy
to talk to me. It didn't dawn on me what he might be up to until the
university's basketball team unexpectedly had that 'dream season' last year,
which got me to thinking he might be involved. Then at the start of this
school year, Dennis's brother Jeff became president of the Sig Lam
fraternity -- as a freshman! And now this Louis Ducros thing. I'm sure
Dennis is behind all of this. Well, I'm going to see if I can smoke him out.
And I know the perfect way to do it: I intend to take personal control of
the RTR fraternity!"

"But... but how are you going to get control of RTR? Louis told you they
were ruled by dick size. I've seen yours in the showers after gym class, and
while it's not small -- what is it, 7, 8 inches? -- it can't be a match for
those college guys, especially whoever must be president over there."

"Jason Cole. No, you're right, I couldn't just stroll over there and take
over the place myself. And if my guess about what's happened over there is
right, they're probably fully conditioned by now to reject changes in their
'programming' from others, so I doubt using the drug would work even if I
had enough of it, which I don't. But I've got a secret weapon. KEN -- FRONT
AND CENTER!"

Cory said the last loudly enough to cause Ken at the counter to snap to
attention. His eyes glazing over, Ken abandoned a customer who was in the
middle of giving his order, spun around on his heels and marched helplessly
to the back of the restaurant where Cory and Bart were waiting. When he got
there, he once again came to attention and awaited orders, staring straight
ahead.

Bart was impressed. "So he'll do whatever you say. Kewl. Have you ever
forced him to make out with you?"

"Sex? With him? Nah, look at him. Skinny from top to bottom, all hands and
feet, knees and elbows. Well, OK, maybe I've used his long tongue, deep
throat, and itchy asshole on a few occasions. But I prefer guys with ripped
bods -- like Jason at RTR. According to Louis, Jason's gay, he lords it over
the place, and everyone does everything sexual he says to do and loves it,
even the straight guys. If I can impose my will on Jason, the rest of the
frat will follow, willingly. And here's how I'm going to do it: EVERTHING
OFF," he barked at his brother, who immediately raced to remove shoes,
socks, uniform, and underwear, and came once again to rigid attention,
staring straight ahead all the while.

"Oh my God," said Bart, stunned by the sight in front of him. For there,
amid Ken's smooth flat chest, polelike legs and skinny arms, huge hands and
feet, was the longest hose he had ever seen hanging off a guy. It looked to
be about nine or ten inches, and it was entirely soft!

"All right, let's see what effect THIS has on Jason's programming!"
snickered Cory, as he eagerly began plans for his takeover.