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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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mellifluousoctopus · 3 years

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I decided to make a character analysis post about my observations of the tv show and what i know about the comics. I’ve bolded my main points.

abuse TW, canon incest mentioned

On Diego

Diego is often mischaracterized as gruff, insensitive, resentful of all his family, abrasive and rude. Especially towards Vanya. But in reality he’s big softie, although a less emotional one than Luther. Diego hides his feelings and vents them in other ways. No matter how visibly present they are, his has a disdain for his emotions. Maybe because they are so present. He feels very strongly. (anger and love being a very easily seen example) Reginald is cold and calculating and emotion is a blindness on the battle field as well as a liability to be manipulated by Reginald and by others. Diego hates his emotions not only to appear competent in his fathers eyes but to also hide from Reginald’s wrath. No doubt that boxing and vigilantism are whats keeping him from going insane.

He will try to deny it but his father’s teachings have big bearing of who he is now. The duty of the strong to protect the weak, vigilantism, striving to to hone and train your powers and body so that you are useful a better hero. These are ideals that Diego has taken from his upbringing and we see him live by even so much as to abandon all reason and try to save a doomed man at the price of the timeline. This devotion to the teachings of his father despite Diego’s resent of him, is an ironic circle of his father’s manipulation that birth his hero complex.

He does everything that Reginald instilled in them with the same subconscious motive. He is in confliction with his own emotions and his own motivation. Diego’s strive to be something in his fathers eyes as compared to Luther, who was seemingly given extra attention and praise. As Vanya wrote in her book, they were all starved for attention, but Diego was in such close proximity to Luther, that the extra weight attention that Luther had was in stark contrast to Reginald’s neglect. This explains both his obsession with the numbering system and his connection with Grace. In an attempt to be noticed by his father and to prove himself upon comparison to Number One. Diego pushed himself harder and harder towards more and and more impossible standards of what he thought would achieve his father’s love. But Reginald has no love and Diego broke. He began to resent Reginald and what he believed was a rank system. Before the dinner we find that Diego still believes that number is associated with rank. He appoints them as Team Zero, because the number one/number two bullshit would divide them in the face of Reginald. There is no proof that any of the others believed in the rank system.( Luther obvious believes that he is the leader, but in no way does he use his false authority as a palanquin over the other others.)

Grace supplemented Diego the attention that he lacked from his father. To all the children she was fair, gentle, calm, and understanding. She was a guiding hand and beacon of love in a cold and isolating household. To Diego she was salvation. A chance at be given love and support that he so obviously was missing. Grace probably spent more time with Diego. Both from the boy’s own choosing and from the duties given to her by Reginald, A cold, commandeering, traditionalist. Diego’s stuttered was stamped out of him out of him by all means. While corrections and punishment would come at anytime, Diego’s real speech therapy most likely given out by Grace, who is the only governess the children the remember and is seen reciting tips to him when he struggled. This extra attention validated Diego and strengthened his connection with Grace. This connection opened his eyes a bit faster to Reginald’s narcissism. Grace is Diego’s mother, she is the only thing in his life that provides unconditional love. He has seen her beyond Reginald’s programming. Seen her think and feel. Shes a person him. A person that Reginald mistreats as severely as he does the children. He treats her like an object despite her humanity and she is oblivious to Reginald’s abuse of her and the others. It makes him hate Reginald even more. Grace’s treatment is confirmation of Reginald’s. He wants to save her, but until he can he will hate Reginald for her.

As I’ve said before Luther, Diego, and Allison were the golden trio, the jocks, the children which Reginald placed most of his attention as they were the first 3 and therefore the three most manipulable. Like Luther, Diego’s emotions and his powers (which require Reginald’s shaping to be a more than average threat) earned him the title of second useful.

Diego was the third wheel among the 3. When he first began training Diego was most likely like Luther. Eager to learn, eager to help, however he was most likely motivated by fitting his father’s expectation. Later on trying to exceed his fathers expectations in order to compete with Luther. Luther was his rubric, but as it become more and more frustrating to become equal to him in his father’s eyes as well as more and more apparent that Grace was tool rather than a person Diego began to hate Reginald. Luther refused to see their father’s cruelty and Diego began questioning authority as result of this blindness. He saw Allison in a similar light. At this point she was self absorbed denier according to Diego and both Luther and Allison’s relationship (they were not subtle) reduced them to moon-eyed freaks. further fueling Diego’s self isolation and defiance.

Saving Klaus is saving people. To Diego, Klaus is a civilian that should not be. They are a victim much like Grace and their(Diego and Klaus’) siblings are to Reginald, but they have the ability to do more. Klaus is representive of Diego’s frustration with the inabilty to respond to the academy’s greater purpose.

Diego shed tears on his missing brother, but there were few good memories behind it. Five is a self assured asshole, he’s pretentious and spends little time with the siblings (except maybe with Vanya). He’s also able get to dads attention with little effort which Diego wants. His powers allow him shortcuts too. Diego was bound to be jealous and feel slighted. Diego does not instigate competition with Five because Five does not bathe in the attention nor acknowledge it. Diego also thinks the attention is less of something he compete with as such attention comes from the meeting of minds.

Ben was a great friend. They had quiet and limited friendship, though as there was a rift between their motivations. As much as both hated how they were used by Reginald, Diego focused on Reginald and his experiments rather than the powers and crime fighting (which was where Ben directed his ire) but they had great times.As we know Ben and Diego played at least one prank on Allison as children however it is implied that this was a common occurrence. These pranks could have been a form of rebellion or simple play by them that didn’t involve their powers or Reginald. I’ve chosen to believe that Ben was actually a large part of these pranks creating them and doing a lot of heavy work with them, and that Diego was the enabler, willing to help, and coming up with wackier and wackier ideas. Luther, Allison, and Five were the likely targets because they were the ones that refused to have fun on their own time, or chose to eat out of Reginald’s palm.

A lot of people think that Diego hates Vanya, for some reason. He doesn’t. He loves her. She’s his (little) sister. She sweet and timid. And she’s an innocent and a bystander to the teams greater responsibility to the innocent. When Hazel and Cha-Cha broke in, Diego is mad at Vanya for being there. Not because she’s there but because she is unable to protect herself. She has no training and she is at very very dangerous site. She is still his (little) sister and he still is obsessed with protecting the innocent. The reason people think he hates her is he feels betrayed by her. He is short and sharp, but that’s his defense. It keeps her away and keeps him from showing any other emotions. To him, she first banked on their trauma. Not only is this grossly upsetting and violating. Having all your scars presented in a public sphere is wrong especially without your consent, especially when you refuse to be vulnerable. The book is also dramatic from Diego’s point of view. Diego shuts down any extra emotion that isn’t rage. In his mind Vanya should have dealt with it and kept dirty laundry unaired or at least have been direct in her grievances, especially since she had nothing to complain about. He (and the others) believed that Vanya had it the easiest. She has no training, she was not put in the ways of violence, he believes she was never subjected to experiment. She is ordinary. She has no greater responsibility. She should be fine. His distrust is granted and validated in the second season. Born of further betrayal and fear. Vanya has gone against Diego’s raison d‘etre, she has also wiped out entirety of earth and after years of underestimating her. Shock and distrust, (but not despise) are bound to arise.

#diego hargreeves #the kraken #tua #The umbrella academy #character analysis #analysis #ik this is super over due #the one on #luther #is already out #reginald hargreeves #grace hargreeves

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boomjohnny · 4 years

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i like that dummy. Like crazy. You can’t even imagine, dude. [sequel]

*this is pt 1, pls read that before this one if u haven’t!

**sorry this took 5 years also y’all are seniors in this dont worry they arent like freshman or sophomores and like thirsty like that lol

pairing - jock!jaehyun x fem!reader

word count - 2.3k

genre - soft sheep fluff, if u squint i guess it’s might be suggestive at one part(?)

[ 10:32 A.M ] To say that the first minute of the walk outside with Jaehyun was not awkward as hell would be a horrible, horrible lie. Your eyes seemed to dart everywhere but the jock next to you, who stayed surprisingly silent. You wonder if this was a joke; some sick bet that the basketball team set him up to.

They were infamous for their ruthless pranks, with their victims ranging from babies fresh from middle school to the most ancient of teachers. You shudder at a junior year memory of seeing Mr. Dong’s boxers for the first time.

Yeah, they pantsed him not once, not twice, but three times before the poor guy ran out screaming.

You remember Jaehyun laughing and doing stupid handshakes with his friends when they found out he resigned the next day. Your feet pull to a halt.

Is he going to laugh at you like that too?

A pair of weathered checker Vans appear in front of your hi-tops. “What’s wrong? Are you actually sick?”

The concern in his voice was even more concerning for you. This wasn’t what you expected. You inhale sharply, before looking him in the eye.

“I should be asking you that! Did you take some mind altering drug this morning? How can you-” You grab the crumpled confession from your pocket and fling it at his chest. It falls limply between the two of you. “-throw this thing at me?”

“I mean, I’ve been throwing things at you all year,” He says coolly, picking the ball up. “You just happened to finally open one. Pity you didn’t catch my paper planes. Those had little hearts on it. Or my paper cranes, those had-”

“It isn’t funny, you know.”

Jaehyun puts his hands in his pockets. “What isn’t?”

“Playing with other people’s feelings,” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I know you and your little basketball team think it’s the fucking BALLS to make other people feel like shit and I don’t know what stupid bet this was, but-”

“So you’re sad about it?”

“…what?”

“You’re sad at the possibility that I might not like you?” He takes a step closer. “That this all might just be a bet?”

“I-”

With one firm tug on your wrist, he pulls you closer. His breath feels warm on your forehead. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest you wouldn’t be surprised if it just pops out onto the floor.

“Well, you’re wrong.” His arm snakes around your waist so suddenly and so firmly that you wonder if you’ll go into cardiac arrest. “This isn’t a bet.”

You’re so close to him now you can see the little snow-like freckles on his nose from summer. The warmth around your waist feels electrifying.

“Jaehyun, what-”

“I said it in the letter, said it in class and I’ll say it again. I like you, Y/N. And I like you a lot. And I also get the feeling that-” He gives you a shit eating grin. “-you feel the same way.”

“…maybe.” You mumble, eyes fixated on a piece of lint on the ground.

“Maybe?” He grabs your chin so you’re facing him. “You gonna break my heart, Y/N?”

You see yourself in his eyes, and for a moment, you wonder if he can see himself in yours.

“Jaehyun…” Your start, but inaudible words come out of your lips again. Jaehyun puts a teasing hand up to his ear and lean over.

“I can’t hear you, Y/N. Speak loud-”

“-okay you know what, fuck it-” You inhale sharply. “-you’re too CLOSE, Jaehyun. I CAN’T THINK PROPERLY BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO CLOSE TO ME AND MY HEART IS BEATING TOO FAST.”

Your face feels hot and you’re certain you look like a tomato again. You look away, the cringe from the words that came out of your mouth sinking in.

WHY DID I SAY THAT? ARE WE IN WATTPAD? WHAT WAS THAT, Y/N? You internally scream at yourself, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything.

There’s a pause where the warmth around your waist disappears. An unconscious pout appears on your lips from the absence of his touch, an action that he most definitely notices.

“That was a good enough answer for me, ma'am.”

And suddenly, your back is against the lockers with Jung Jaehyun’s lips on yours.

He tastes like the pink lemonade from the cafeteria, a little too sweet, a little too artificial, but you don’t feel yourself pulling away anytime soon. His arm finds its way around your waist again and his fingers draw soft circles down the small of your back. Your hands go down from his hair to his neck when he brings your body even closer. It’s only when you nibble on his lower lip that he pulls away, his cheeks dusted a very warm pink. For a moment, it seems like he’s going to kiss you again, but instead he takes a step back and turns around.

As he fixes his hair, the tips of his ears peek out of his locks. They’re scarlet red like syrup on shaved ice.

How cute.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jaehyun blush before - or embarrassed, for that matter. To be frank, you wondered if that was even possible, since his smug face seemed to be the only thing he ever wore when he strode down the school hallways during lunch or when he sat at your dining table during neighbourhood parties.

“Where did you…” He says slowly, lips slightly red and swollen. “Where did you learn that?”

“Learn what?” You say innocently, slightly proud of yourself for making The Jung Jaehyun flustered for once.

“You’re a good kisser Y/N,” He shakes his head, taking a step towards you again. “So who have you been kissing?”

A surge of confidence flows through you from the compliment.

“Sorry Jaehyun but-” You smirk up at him. “-I don’t kiss and tell.”

He raises an eyebrow, inching in again and placing hand next to your head, trapping you. You look at his lips and back at him again, with a gaze that almost dared him to come to you again, almost challenged him to capture your lips in his again and not pull away so fast this time.

“Y/N,” He growled under his breath. His eyes suddenly looked very hungry. “If we weren’t in school I swear-”

As if it knew that words that were not fit for a school were at the tip of Jaehyun’s tongue, the bell rang. Students poured out of classrooms, some groaning about their classes, some excitedly talking about the weekend, some looking like plain zombies who lost their taste for human brains.

You saw Doyoung come out of a hallway with Mark and Yuta who, although you thought you were quick enough to push Jaehyun away without anyone seeing, were quite sharp.

“Well…I guess I’ll go to Chem now.” You clear your throat, slinging your bag (fell off your back when you were making out) over your shoulder.

As you start to walk away to catch up with Doyoung (who walked past the two of you secretly with a devilish smile), Jaehyun catches your wrist again, in an almost panicked way that a child might do when their parents leave them at a kindergarten for the first time.

“Wait! Uh…will I see you again today?”

You look at his wrist, smiling. “If you want to.”

His grip relaxes, and he puts his hands in his pockets again. “Today, 6:30 at the quad?”

“So late?”

“Why? Think you’ll miss me too much?”

You roll your eyes, turning away again.

“Just joking, just joking,” He pulls you back. “I have practice. Oh! You could come watch if you want. Straight after school, at the courts. You know, I’m known to be pretty sexy when I play basketball. Sweaty, glistening, sometimes my shirt comes up-”

You put a hand in front of his face, covering his dumb wiggling eyebrows.

“Sure, sure I’ll come,” You wave a hand as you begin walking away. He doesn’t stop you again but instead his dimples go back on full display. “I’ll probably be watching Taeyong though, he’s really handsome-”

The second bell rings, the only people left in the hallway are the two of you, an amused Doyoung and Yuta and Mark who are eavesdropping at the back.

“Y/N!”

You run before he can catch you again, and stop hastily when you reach Doyoung at the end of the hallway. The look he’s giving you makes you want to punch him.

“Did. I. Not. Tell. You. That. Boy. Likes. You.” He says, each time he claps after a word making you groan more. ‘What. Did. I. Say. You. Clown.”

“Yes, yes, you were right.” You sigh as the two of you enter the class and settle down in your lab seats.

“So, what happened exactly?”

“Well,” Your hand stops shuffling your backpack for your textbook. The image of Jaehyun pinning you to the lockers flashes in your mind, his hand on your waist… “Nothing much.” You say, rather unconvincingly.

“Boo, don’t lie,” Doyoung says, flicking on his horn-rimmed glasses when the teacher begins to give a rather boring presentation on acids. “It was a trick question, I saw y’all nasty asses kissing.”

“How did you-”

“When I told you that you were lewd, I didn’t mean to act on it! And to think! In this holy educational institute, where a fourteen year old freshman baby could’ve seen, y’all nasties were-”

“DOYOUNG!”

Suddenly, the class is quiet, and the teacher, a very weathered man who was apparently a retired scientist called Mr. Yang casted you a very offended glance. You can see Doyoung trying his best not to laugh and you pinch him on the leg.

“Is there a problem, Y/N? Or rather-” His eyes narrow on Doyoung, who was now biting his cheek to prevent a smile. “-a problem with Doyoung? Do you want me to move you?”

“No, no. Ah Doyoung was just-” You peek quickly at the presentation behind him. “-telling me a fun fact about hydronium! It was so shocking, I couldn’t hold back… Yes, I could not. Sorry about that, sir.”

Though unconvinced, he let out a grunt and continued on, the class going back to normal. You let out a deep breath and tried to focus on the moving dots on the screen that were supposed to be particles.

“You know, I was lying earlier. I only saw the two of you talking. But wow. Did you actually kiss him? Was he good? Did he do tongue?”

You bite your lip to stop another shout from erupting from your lips. Something told you this time Mr. Yang would kick you out for the rest of the year if you interrupted him again.

You resorted stepping on Doyoung’s foot very, very hard.

- and back to somewhere not so far away, in the past -

“Y/N!” Jaehyun shouts, a smile on his lips at the girl’s retreating figure. He shook his head, still in a slight daze from what just happened. However, he had no time to recover as two slaps on his back and a very loud “DUDE” sounded in his ear.

“MARK! You scared me, oh my god,” Jaehyun says, rubbing his ear as Yuta slings his arm around his shoulder.

“So,” Yuta says, exchanging mischievous grins with Mark. “how was the nurse’s office?”

“Huh?” Jaehyun says in confusion, before retracting almost immediately. “OH! Yeah, you know…Y/N put some ice to her forehead…”

A snort came from Yuta and Mark started giddy laughing like he inhaled some helium gas.

“STOP LYING, DUDE. We saw you, alright? Acting all mushy by the lockers and looking into each other’s eyes like you were Romeo and Juliet or something.”

“What the-weren’t you in class?”

Yuta rolled his eyes. “Do you really think we would actually do self-study? You have severely underestimated us, Jeffrey.”

The three of them began walking towards the courts for P.E. It was Jaehyun’s favourite subject but the only thing that he thought about the entire time was you. Your awkward but adorable confession, your flushed cheeks when he confessed to you, the feeling of your lips against his…

For the first time in his four years of high school, his P.E classmates found him utterly useless during a game of sports.

“Is something wrong with Jeffrey today?” Someone said from the showers after the lesson as Jaehyun was changing his shirt.

“I’m fine!” He shouted back, even though he wasn’t really. Very soon he would be going back to the courts but there would be one small difference. You would be there, watching him, and something about that got his heart pounding very hard, indeed.

“Yeah, right.” Someone else chimed in, also from the showers. “Jaehyun’s got himself a girlfriend.”

“Yeah they were smooching-”

“Yuta, Mark, if you don’t want to run ten laps, you’ll shut up now,” Jaehyun says, quickly swiping on some cologne on his wrist. Taeyong, the basketball team’s forward raised an eyebrow at this.

“Cologne? Jaehyun do you actually-”

Jaehyun was too engrossed in shoving his stuff into his Superdry as quick as possible to notice Taeyong had been talking to him. It was only when the bag was over his shoulder that Jaehyun turned to him, with a look that Taeyong could only describe as determination.

“Taeyong, bro, if a crazy girl wearing a denim skirt and red hi-tops stares at you later during practice, tell her to back off, and that she needs to stop looking at you, okay?”

Jaehyun pats the older boy’s shoulder and begins to walk away, a spring already forming in his step at the thought of seeing you.

Taeyong blinks. “What? Who’s that?”

“Some dummy who made me miss class. But you know what?”

He turns back again, a twinkle in his eyes.

“I like that dummy. Like crazy. You can’t even imagine, dude.”

fin.

#nct #jaehyun #nct scenarios #nct imagines #jaehyun scenarios #nct fluff #jaehyun imagines #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #nct 127 jaehyun #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun fluff #neo culture technology #nct 127 scenarios #yes i know i took wayyy more than a few days but y'all #mobile tumblr decided to eat all my work the last time i made it so it really killed my vibe lol #hope u guys like this as much as the first one

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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Which horror films or novels do you think fit the ATLA characters?

Oh I like this ask! I love horror movies and books so, so much!

Azula - It. Like Azula this novel/movie centers on fear as a main theme but also (mostly with Beverly) shows the impact of heavy themes like abuse. But (as stated in one of my other asks) fear is such a central theme to Azula, she likes playing on fear which is essentially what It does.

I can also see her as pretty much any Lovecraftian story as those are just bizarre and hard to comprehend. Lovecraft’s works just have such obscure meanings and loads of symbolism. I feel like Azula would really enjoy that sort of thing for the same reason she’d enjoy mystery novels.

If we factor in shows Haunting Of Hill House is another good one! This one is (imo) a very respectful and well nuanced take on mental illness. The mentally ill aren’t depicted as monsters so much as the mental illness is the monster. If that makes sense. Its a show that leaves the viewer thinking because it’s so open ended.

Maybe even Insidious as it leaves a lot to the imagination. I feel like She’d just be fond of movies that make you think and don’t rely on cheap scares like jump scares. Basically Azula is movies and books that make you think.

Mai - The Audition. Badass lady stages an audition and basically tortures the men she lures in.

TyLee - Neon Demon. This movie is literally about the beauty/modeling industry. It’s a symbolism heavy movie about how predatory and competitive it is and how the industry preys on and corrupts young women. Like I was thinking of TyLee & Azula the whole time I watched this one. Ty Lee is a character who is portrayed as very innocent (just like Jesse) and is often times sexualized and harrassed.

Zuko - Eli. Frail and sick boy is taken to a house where he is subjected to ‘treatments’ to try to cure him. The viewer doesn’t know if he is being haunted or if the nurses are doing something to him. I won’t dive too much into it because the reason I picked this for Zuko is just one huge spoiler.

Iroh - Saw. Here me out lol. (SPOILERS for those who haven’t seen it).Basically you find out at some point during the franchise that Kramer’s whole goal was to make people who took their lives for granted, wasted their lives, and or harmed others realize what they had or did wrong. Iroh has both helped people do this (in a less gritty way) and has been someone who has done somethings wrong and saw the error in it.

Sokka - Any of the Scary Movie flicks. They’re funny but also really clever imo.

Katara - Carrie. Girl starts off soft and innocent, she gets bullied and unleashes absolute hell. I can also see her being Stepford Wives as it is pretty much a protest to traditional marital roles.

Aang - Final Destination. Mostly because this deals with a divine omnipresent death. Aang has a connection to the spirit world and is, to some degree, a god in his world. You can’t cheat death and ya can’t cheat the Avatar.

Toph - Mama. Toph gives me feral gremlin vibes and this movie features kids that went feral. I can also see her being something badass like Resident Evil.

Yue - Apollo 18. It’s a moon horror movie. xD

Suki - Not quite sure for her but maybe Jennifer’s Body? Basically the hot cheerleader develops a craving for human flesh. Common consensus is that it is commentary about how men obsess over women and that Jennifer basically has her vengeance. I’ve always seen Suki as at least a little bit of a feminist.

Jet - Cabin In The Woods. On the surface it’s checks off every cliche. One of the protags is a stoner and the other is one of the jock types. But by the end this movie is much more complex than that.

Ozai & Ursa - The Shining. HEEEEERE’S OZAI! In all seriousness, the central theme in this is domestic abuse.

Bonas Chan: Piranha. Literally this movie was one big frat party.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #TyLee #Zuko #Katara #Mai #Toph #Aang #Sokka #Iroh #Suki #Yue #Jet #Ozai #Ursa

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cesabutterflywrites · 4 years

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When One Meets An Angel

Part [1] in An Angel’s Smile Series

“At first I didn’t want to fall in love. But at one point you just smiled at me and here I am.”

Summary: Janus Ethan Dannecker starts college with only a box, backpack, $300, and a ton of emotional baggage that is overwhelming. The broken home he came from cast a shadow on him that he refused to let anyone see. The scars on his body were no match for the scars on his soul. He made it his mission to never let anyone see where he came from. See what he was really made of. See how messed up he would always be.

That is, until Patton Mavers smiled at him. Ao3 [Next Part] [Spotify Playlist]

Word Count: 2184

Story Warnings: past abusive childhood, angst, untreated/undiagnosed mental illness symptoms, detailed descriptions of abuse, cursing, implied/referenced substance abuse. Rated M for Mature audiences. Let me know if I need to add more, and read with caution!

When One Meets An Angel

Janus Ethan Dannecker was not good with honesty. He’d been through a lot of shit since the very beginning of his life. He found it easier to lie about everything because honesty caused harm. Honesty hurts. Exposure had the potential to be abused. It was not something he could risk. Not anymore.

He still felt, though. God, did he feel. So much so that he wished his lies were true. Every “I’m fine,” that fell from his lips so easily were secretly wishes that it would be a reality. Each time he was forced to give a smile he hoped the next one would be genuine.

For the first day of his new life, he wasn’t dressed for the part.

Janus was wearing a plain black t-shirt underneath a thick, large yellow-and-black flannel that he got for a bargain at Goodwill. His jeans weren’t purposefully ripped, but they were five dollars. He wore his only beanie-a black piece with red text reading ‘Skyline Titans’. His shoes were new. He splurged to get sturdy combat boots that he hoped would work for his first winter with snow.

The beanie was comfortable on his brunet hair. It had gotten too long, seeing as he couldn’t afford a haircut. He had struggled to tuck his bangs to fit underneath the hat without it falling off. It was a fight he eventually lost.

His pace was slow as he walked up to his dorm room for the first time. He watched the students milling about with their families carrying boxes full of remnants from their childhoods. He felt a pang of loneliness as he carried his one box of the bare necessities of life.

He had his backpack, one box of the absolute necessities, and 300$ to his name to start the beginnings of college. He didn’t have much to bring from his childhood home. Well, if you could call it a home.

He finally reached his dorm room door. It was open, so he could see into the space he’d call home for at least a year. From where he stood outside the doorway he saw a Green Day poster, a purple blanket with an orange spider pattern, and the shoulder of the person who was most likely his roommate.

The band poster was a bit too angsty for his tastes, but he’d learn to live with it if his roommate used headphones for his music. The blanket was obviously a comfort item from how worn down it looked. The person who owned the shoulder was laughing, causing the arm to shake.

Getting a read on someone was not only easy, it was necessary. He’d be stuck with this person for a year. It was his first time living with someone outside of his...family. He would have to create a whole new persona to keep up for a year. Of course, he knew this ahead of time. He didn’t want to be vulnerable because of his past.

Janus didn’t want his negative outlook to overwhelm the person he’d be living with. He needed to gather himself first. He took in a deep breath. He made sure to rearrange his mask enough to be a perfectly polite person on the outside. It should have concerned him how quickly he was able to put it on in a new environment. How easy it was to scream in the mind without making a sound in the world.

He walked in with a forcefully reserved smile that quickly dropped when he saw there were two other people in the small room. One of them was sitting on what would be his bed.

The boy on his bed was beautiful. He looked like the human embodiment of a cinnamon roll. His wavy blond hair fell in his face perfectly with a blue streak in the bangs. He wore large, circular glasses that seemed too heavy for his face. He had freckles splattered underneath the frames which spread down his cheeks and up to his temples. The eyes behind the glasses looked like pieces of green jade. They were bright companions to the pink lips that were pulled at the corners in laughter.

Janus seriously wondered if love at first sight was true; when the love came from the first glimpse of an angel’s smile.

He averted his gaze from the angel to look at the people in the room. There was a tall lad leaning against the desk underneath the window. He had strawberry blond hair, which was a reasonable length on top while being recently shaved along the sides of his head. His grin was also beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as the one that belonged to the perfect stranger on his bed. He had blue eyes that seemed to be teasing at potential mischief. He looked like the type to have owned a Letterman jacket in high school. Tall, muscular, probably a jock of some sorts.

The third person in his room was definitely his roommate, which was a given with the emo interior Janus had seen so far. His smirk was playful as he looked at the redhead. He had shaggy, shoulder length, purple hair that fell over his eyes enough to cover one of them. His black nose ring flashed in the sunlight coming from the window. He was wearing a black hoodie with sewn purple patches. His eyes were such a dark brown they looked black. He looked like an adult living a seventh grade emo student’s dream.

Janus would have found him intimidating if it weren’t for the fact that he had dealt with scarier people in his life.

The laughter had died down when they saw him standing in the middle of the room holding the one large box. They all seemed to notice him at the same time.

“Oh, I’m on your bed. Here, let me get up so you can set your things down.” The angel offered politely. His voice was heavenly. Janus wanted to throw the nerves of the day away to just listen to that voice wash the dirt off of his tarnished soul. Which felt silly, confusing, and terrifying.

Janus muttered a soft “Thanks” as he tried to control his blush.

He was rarely caught off guard, and it was a miracle that this surprise was such a pleasant one. He had been expecting his roommate to have parents accompanying him, not two cute boys. This was a deviation from his expectations.

“I’m Patton!” the angel, named Patton, introduced himself enthusiastically. He offered his hand out swiftly, with that bright smile still on his beautiful face. His blue streaked bangs fell into his eyes.

“I’m Janus,” he took the hand and barely hid the reaction of sparks shooting up his arm. He was used to burying feelings. Yet these were a struggle to choke down. They were good feelings. Positive reactions to a familiar action. He hoped that he was covering the sound of his rapid heartbeat well enough.

“Janis, what are you, a middle school librarian?” the redhead giggled out. He covered his mouth quickly when Patton gave him a stern look.

Janus just smirked. “No, more like a Roman god,” he let his voice drip with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. It wasn’t his first time being mistaken for ‘Janis’ when introducing himself.

“Oh, what a coincidence! Janus, this is Roman.” Patton nudged his blushing companion. Janus wondered to himself if he was laying on the cheer thick to embarrass Roman about the insensitive remark. Roman glanced down in embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, Roman.” Janus replied amicably. He reached his hand out to shake, hoping to communicate that all was well. He didn’t have any intent to hold resentment between himself and someone else on his first day.

Roman shook his hand and nodded to the black clad lad who was rolling his eyes at the interaction that had just happened in front of him. Roman let go and gestured dramatically at the boy. “And that little Emo Nightmare is Virgil!”

“‘Sup,” Virgil saluted lazily with two of his fingers. Janus saluted back with a tight grin.

Janus turned to his backpack to start unpacking. He had expected the three to continue the conversation they were having before he interrupted with his arrival. However, a warm hand reached out in front of him. He jumped at the sudden movement.

“Sorry,” Patton took his hand away. He made his tone extra warm, “I was just going to offer to help you unpack, since we’re already helping out Virgil.” The freckles on his face nearly disappeared as his face flushed red with embarrassment.

“No, thank you,” Janus replied politely, though his voice was gruff from his tightened throat. He forced himself to plaster on a smile. “I’m fine.”

It felt wrong to lie to an angel. However the words had already left his mouth out of habit.

Patton shrugged, then glanced at the other two boys in the room. “Hey Roman, you wanna work with Virgil while I work with Janus?”

Janus held back a pleased gasp when his name was uttered by those pink lips, in that soft voice, in the small room that was his new home. He let some of his surprise leak through as Patton insisted on helping him out. He couldn’t form a reply so he watched as the angel got started.

He was grateful for the help; especially if it meant more attention from the angel. The two of them worked together as they put away the small amount of things Janus brought with him. They finished before Virgil and Roman had, though that had less to do with Janus not having much to unpack, and more to do with Virgil interrupting Roman with nuzzles along his neck.

Janus grimaced. It was slightly uncomfortable to be witness to such pure, light energy. He hadn’t seen this much positivity since...ever, really. Public displays of affection always sat wrong within him. Perhaps it was because he knew he would never feel that feeling. Nevertheless, it was pretty hard for him to keep his composure with the happy giggles coming from the couple.

Patton seemed to have read his face well, because he clapped his hands to grab everyone’s attention. “Alrighty then, boys, I think we worked out plenty of what we needed to get done today. Whaddya all say to going out to dinner? My treat.”

Roman didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go to our room and grab our jackets!” He ran out the room with a haste that reminded Janus of an excited puppy.

Virgil smiled at his boyfriend’s retreating form. “You know, he may be annoying, but he’s also pretty cute when he’s excited.”

Janus fiddled with the covers of his bed while he sat. He didn’t want to intrude on their time together. Having someone pay for his dinner felt wrong. He didn’t really deserve it. Plus, he hadn’t planned on eating dinner at all that night. Food was a privilege that he didn’t deserve more of after his breakfast that morning. Well, that was what he would have been told if he had still been living at home.

Patton grinned at him when he didn’t speak up. “You gonna join us, Jan? I’ll cover you too if need be.” He sounded so genuine in his offer.

How could he say no to that face? “I’d love to,” he replied honestly. He couldn’t hide his blush at the response he uttered quickly. What was he doing?

“Awesome! I’m going to go to my room to make sure Roman doesn’t get too ahead of us,” Patton shook his head playfully. “Virgil, make sure to bring Jan. We’re gonna head to Leo’s.”

“Damn, Pat, you win the lottery or something?” Virgil asked with wide eyes. Janus grasped from the context that this place was expensive. His stomach fell at that notion.

He really didn’t want to go if he would cost too much money. He started to make plans in his head about looking for the least expensive item to order, or maybe just getting water and making an excuse for not being hungry. Were they offering to be polite, hoping he’d say no? He did well to hide his rapidly increasing guilt while he watched the two friends talk.

Patton giggled. “I wish,” he winked, “No, I just saved a bit of extra money for our first night at college.” Patton waved at both of the boys as he left.

Virgil stood up with a groan. “Knowing Roman, he’s probably bouncing excitedly and I’ll get bombarded with a million texts at once asking why we're taking so long” He chuckled, then noticed that his roommate was still sitting. “You gonna get ready, roomie?”

Janus bit his lip. “I dunno, if it’s too expensive I don’t want to intrude.”

Virgil barked out a laugh. “Don’t worry about that, I was teasing Pat. He’s good to cover you.”

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll grab my coat.” Janus forced a relaxed grin on his face while inside his mind the anxious screaming grew louder.

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collxpsedhexrt · 4 years

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Matchup tingsss 🥺👉👈

just a warning i type this in a shit post format bc im too scared to talk about myself in a grammatically correct manner because i hate myself

huge note: my type is BIG w big ol shoulders and big and tall and did i mention big so yeah cuddles ok thanks bye i also updated a photo of me- bc i suck at describing my appearance

👀

👄

ok so anyways lets a gO

NOTE: i dont label my sexuality sorry idc who to swing for ion like swinging i like hugging thanks ok bye also im EXTREMELY mentally and emotionally unstable haha ok thanx 🥺😳💅

꧁𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎꧂

I am 163cm and 190lb (I am also very peculiar about knowing my exact measurements, height, and weight all the time?? Confusion???)

I am one pasty ass bitch despite being (excuse the lele pons moment) LaTiNa👁👄👁,,, I have very long warm black hair that is either wavy or borderline kinky curls no in between,,,, I have amber eyes and have FrEcKlEs everywhere but not like super intense,,, i could probably put a photo (and i will at the end-) bc idk how to describe my ugly ass morbidly obese bleached walrus headass face tbh??

Not to be an annoying basic bitch but i supposedly have an hourglass figure but im more plump so ig i have a more motherly appearance- idk tbh my body dysmorphia says i look like patrick star on my 600lb life so lets get poggers in the chat, tea?? tea sis?? who’d knock me tf up im ugly doe ahaha 👁👄👁

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

hngh i never stop apologizing- even if u knock me down multiple times ill keep going back to you and forgiving you, and thats on daddy issues

im an empath and like a lot of spiritual stuff like tarot and stuff,,, wont get too into it bc im inexperienced

GIFTED.CHILD.BURNOUT.

also bc i like gaming i can be “one of the bros” and tbh i LOVE being a semi-stereotypical jock-like gamer boy like “oHH YEASAH *crushes soda can on my head* GAMING TIME BOOOYYYYSSS” and i kinda forget im a girl sometimes bc i (gross warning) can like,,, burp wit da bois 😳👉👈,,,,

I am an INFJ-T (the T means im a shitshow!) and ion wanna get too much into my uh,,, issues w/ eating,,,, but basically lets say it causes a lot of dizziness on my end but like im still obese so its ok lol

also im like,,,,, the runt of the group like literally nobody likes me (at least thats what i tell myself aHEM-)

and also i have eXTREEEEEEEME trust issues like holy fuck nobody can catch a break

Oh shit wait i should say idk what i am in terms of sexuality literally nothing fits me ahaha but i am an afab female lady girl as far as i know bc im not currently in a safe place to explore these things, Jimbo!

also im so sorry for being messy im spacing things out so it can be an organized mess im so so sorry i love you anf thank you for taking your time to read this i love you and appreciate you!!

I am a libra sun, and a pisces moon and rising so that means im a crybaby bitch but to the third power (^3)

oh shit yeah im also a hufflepuff

basically i like to make everyone laugh and im not good with serious shit but when it comes down to it sometimes i can take on a maternal role when comforting friends but u will never get me to admit it..... wait-

꧁𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜꧂

ART ART AND MORE ART OH MY GOD FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK SO MUCH ART- im specifically into the character design and i actually plan on going into game development in coolegg

👁👄👁👉👈

i havent sang seriously in like,,,, years tho bc my choir teacher kicked me out the choir bc my brother was having a life saving surgery the day of a performance anD I NEVER FORGOT IT KAREN. meaning ion let shit go like that bc im an insecure and emotionally broken biTCH

ok i love games- from little big planet, outlast 1/2, detroit become human, beyond two souls, TO OVERWATCH YES I LOVE YOU OVERWATCH, and aminal crossigng uwu

ok so anyways i mean yeah uh,,, i also like writing poetry sometimes and writing but im like yuri (ddlc) and cant help but be borderline pretentious with using over complicated words despite my shit grammar here lol

but yeah

i also live on a farm and i love taking care of my chickens duckies turkies andn pheasants mvmvmbm,,,, i lvoe themn,,,,fhfjdjd,,, OMG I USED TO HAVE GOATS AND GUINEA HENS BUT FUCKINGNG CORONA VIRUS MADE IT HARD TO CARE FOR THEM SO WE HAD TO SELL THEM AND HMMMMMMM ANGERY

but on another note i hav doggies and uwu!!! they v cute best dogeis ever 100/10 recommend these dogies,,,,

꧁𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜꧂

im a hermit and quarantine is just fun to me

I have a high pitched voice so my friends deemed me the god of anime voice thank u

But honestly i find my voice creepy, it’s as if my voice is ghostly and haunting. That’s in real life, but say we called on discord.... I’m loud and obnoxious but i always make people laugh, only when im on a call like that does my personality change so much.

im an amazing host tbh,,, “Hey- I have tea, coffee, coffee with foam, water, milk, juice, soda, and i could make you some food!” “Do you want some popcorn? Are you sure? Do you need a blanket? Would you like for me to turn on the humidifier?” I WILL SPOIL PPL ROTTEN WITH LOVE AFFECTION FOOD AND DRINKS GALORE

“hhnngh,,, maybe if im good enough of a host it will fill the void,,,”

oh also i have a weird accent bc im puerto rican

👁👄👁✨

UPDATE: ADDED LIKES/DISLIKES!!! and love tings

꧁𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎꧂

my love language is physical touch mainly but i can channel it through making food n stuffs uwu

I rarely if ever fall in love. but when i do, i crash hard. I become putty in the person’s hands, willing to take (metaphorical) beating after beating and insults and cruelty just for their love to be reciprocated. I become totally helpless and obsessive, memorizing their schedule and things they like. Treasuring every memory of when we can be physically close to one another, platonically or not... I become my “best self” and my performance rate drastically increases, but my mental state drastically decreases. I become horribly depressed and anxious, always making meticulously calculated movements and always showing that im willing to support them with everything.

I particularly have a thing for tall guys with big shoulders.

꧁𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜꧂

OK THIS IS UNDERRATED BUT I LOOOVE PEWDIEPIE PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST LOVE HIS HUMOR ANDN,,,,, 🥺👉👈

god i just- idk i have mixed feelings abt amberlynn reid bc obviously shes super hurt n stuff but shes done so much crap i just HNNGNHH,,,, ANGERY,,, but i show support sometimes but i aint ever giving her my money by subscribing

I also like (cue the angry mob) fnaf-

homestuck and harry potter r also LIFE

i dont like when ppl are egotistical unless theyre charming,,,, bc if theyre charming i 100% feed their ego.

i HATE when people do self destructive things (IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE) like “NO- nO dont fRICKIN do that- BAD. here, let me make you some food...”

anyways heres that promised picture if this ugly mug

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homosexual-having-tea · 4 years

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it won't fit in an ask so here you go

According to all known laws

of aviation,

there is no way a bee

should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get

its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway

because bees don’t care

what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let’s shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Coming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

- Barry?

- Adam?

- Can you believe this is happening?

- I can’t. I’ll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs. Your father

paid good money for those.

Sorry. I’m excited.

Here’s the graduate.

We’re very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B’s.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That’s me!

- Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.

- Bye!

Barry, I told you,

stop flying in the house!

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I’d make it.

Three days grade school,

three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I’m glad I took

a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I’m not going.

Everybody knows,

sting someone, you die.

Don’t waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

I guess he could have

just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating

an amusement park into our day.

That’s why we don’t need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp…

under the circumstances.

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

- Bee-men.

- Amen!

Hallelujah!

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive City

graduating class of…

…9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies.

And begins your career

at Honex Industries!

Will we pick our job today?

I heard it’s just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennas

inside the tram at all times.

- Wonder what it’ll be like?

- A little scary.

Welcome to Honex,

a division of Honesco

and a part of the Hexagon Group.

This is it!

Wow.

We know that you, as a bee,

have worked your whole life

to get to the point where you

can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen

Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.

Our top-secret formula

is automatically color-corrected,

scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured

into this soothing sweet syrup

with its distinctive

golden glow you know as…

Honey!

- That girl was hot.

- She’s my cousin!

- She is?

- Yes, we’re all cousins.

- Right. You’re right.

- At Honex, we constantly strive

to improve every aspect

of bee existence.

These bees are stress-testing

a new helmet technology.

- What do you think he makes?

- Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement,

the Krelman.

- What does that do?

- Patches that little strand of honey

that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Oan anyone work on the Krelman?

Of course. Most bee jobs are

small ones. But bees know

that every small job,

if it’s done well, means a lot.

But choose carefully

because you’ll stay in the job

you pick for the rest of your life.

The same job the rest of your life?

I didn’t know that.

What’s the difference?

You’ll be happy to know that bees,

as a species, haven’t had one day off

in 27 million years.

So you’ll just work us to death?

We’ll sure try.

Wow! That blew my mind!

“What’s the difference?”

How can you say that?

One job forever?

That’s an insane choice to have to make.

I’m relieved. Now we only have

to make one decision in life.

But, Adam, how could they

never have told us that?

Why would you question anything?

We’re bees.

We’re the most perfectly

functioning society on Earth.

You ever think maybe things

work a little too well here?

Like what? Give me one example.

I don’t know. But you know

what I’m talking about.

Please clear the gate.

Royal Nectar Force on approach.

Wait a second. Check it out.

- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!

- Wow.

I’ve never seen them this close.

They know what it’s like

outside the hive.

Yeah, but some don’t come back.

- Hey, Jocks!

- Hi, Jocks!

You guys did great!

You’re monsters!

You’re sky freaks! I love it! I love it!

- I wonder where they were.

- I don’t know.

Their day’s not planned.

Outside the hive, flying who knows

where, doing who knows what.

You can’t just decide to be a Pollen

Jock. You have to be bred for that.

Right.

Look. That’s more pollen

than you and I will see in a lifetime.

It’s just a status symbol.

Bees make too much of it.

Perhaps. Unless you’re wearing it

and the ladies see you wearing it.

Those ladies?

Aren’t they our cousins too?

Distant. Distant.

Look at these two.

- Couple of Hive Harrys.

- Let’s have fun with them.

It must be dangerous

being a Pollen Jock.

Yeah. Once a bear pinned me

against a mushroom!

He had a paw on my throat,

and with the other, he was slapping me!

- Oh, my!

- I never thought I’d knock him out.

What were you doing during this?

Trying to alert the authorities.

I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today,

wasn’t it, comrades?

Yeah. Gusty.

We’re hitting a sunflower patch

six miles from here tomorrow.

- Six miles, huh?

- Barry!

A puddle jump for us,

but maybe you’re not up for it.

- Maybe I am.

- You are not!

We’re going 0900 at J-Gate.

What do you think, buzzy-boy?

Are you bee enough?

I might be. It all depends

on what 0900 means.

Hey, Honex!

Dad, you surprised me.

You decide what you’re interested in?

- Well, there’s a lot of choices.

- But you only get one.

Do you ever get bored

doing the same job every day?

Son, let me tell you about stirring.

You grab that stick, and you just

move it around, and you stir it around.

You get yourself into a rhythm.

It’s a beautiful thing.

You know, Dad,

the more I think about it,

maybe the honey field

just isn’t right for me.

You were thinking of what,

making balloon animals?

That’s a bad job

for a guy with a stinger.

Janet, your son’s not sure

he wants to go into honey!

- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.

- I’m not trying to be funny.

You’re not funny! You’re going

into honey. Our son, the stirrer!

- You’re gonna be a stirrer?

- No one’s listening to me!

Wait till you see the sticks I have.

I could say anything right now.

I’m gonna get an ant tattoo!

Let’s open some honey and celebrate!

Maybe I’ll pierce my thorax.

Shave my antennae.

Shack up with a grasshopper. Get

a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”!

I’m so proud.

- We’re starting work today!

- Today’s the day.

Come on! All the good jobs

will be gone.

Yeah, right.

Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,

stirrer, front desk, hair removal…

- Is it still available?

- Hang on. Two left!

One of them’s yours! Congratulations!

Step to the side.

- What’d you get?

- Picking crud out. Stellar!

Wow!

Couple of newbies?

Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!

Make your choice.

- You want to go first?

- No, you go.

Oh, my. What’s available?

Restroom attendant’s open,

not for the reason you think.

- Any chance of getting the Krelman?

- Sure, you’re on.

I’m sorry, the Krelman just closed out.

Wax monkey’s always open.

The Krelman opened up again.

What happened?

A bee died. Makes an opening. See?

He’s dead. Another dead one.

Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.

Dead from the neck up.

Dead from the neck down. That’s life!

Oh, this is so hard!

Heating, cooling,

stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,

humming, inspector number seven,

lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,

mite wrangler. Barry, what

do you think I should… Barry?

Barry!

All right, we’ve got the sunflower patch

in quadrant nine…

What happened to you?

Where are you?

- I’m going out.

- Out? Out where?

- Out there.

- Oh, no!

I have to, before I go

to work for the rest of my life.

You’re gonna die! You’re crazy! Hello?

Another call coming in.

If anyone’s feeling brave,

there’s a Korean deli on 83rd

that gets their roses today.

Hey, guys.

- Look at that.

- Isn’t that the kid we saw yesterday?

Hold it, son, flight deck’s restricted.

It’s OK, Lou. We’re gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you?

Sign here, here. Just initial that.

- Thank you.

- OK.

You got a rain advisory today,

and as you all know,

bees cannot fly in rain.

So be careful. As always,

watch your brooms,

hockey sticks, dogs,

birds, bears and bats.

Also, I got a couple of reports

of root beer being poured on us.

Murphy’s in a home because of it,

babbling like a cicada!

- That’s awful.

- And a reminder for you rookies,

bee law number one,

absolutely no talking to humans!

All right, launch positions!

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,

buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Black and yellow!

Hello!

You ready for this, hot shot?

Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.

Wind, check.

- Antennae, check.

- Nectar pack, check.

- Wings, check.

- Stinger, check.

Scared out of my shorts, check.

OK, ladies,

let’s move it out!

Pound those petunias,

you striped stem-suckers!

All of you, drain those flowers!

Wow! I’m out!

I can’t believe I’m out!

So blue.

I feel so fast and free!

Box kite!

Wow!

Flowers!

This is Blue Leader.

We have roses visual.

Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.

Roses!

30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.

Stand to the side, kid.

It’s got a bit of a kick.

That is one nectar collector!

- Ever see pollination up close?

- No, sir.

I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it

over here. Maybe a dash over there,

a pinch on that one.

See that? It’s a little bit of magic.

That’s amazing. Why do we do that?

That’s pollen power. More pollen, more

flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.

Oool.

I’m picking up a lot of bright yellow.

Could be daisies. We don’t need those?

Oopy that visual.

Wait. One of these flowers

seems to be on the move.

Say again? You’re reporting

a moving flower?

Affirmative.

That was on the line!

This is the coolest. What is it?

I don’t know, but I’m loving this color.

It smells good.

Not like a flower, but I like it.

Yeah, fuzzy.

Ohemical-y.

Careful, guys. It’s a little grabby.

My sweet lord of bees!

Oandy-brain, get off there!

Problem!

- Guys!

- This could be bad.

Affirmative.

Very close.

Gonna hurt.

Mama’s little boy.

You are way out of position, rookie!

Coming in at you like a missile!

Help me!

I don’t think these are flowers.

- Should we tell him?

- I think he knows.

What is this?!

Match point!

You can start packing up, honey,

because you’re about to eat it!

Yowser!

Gross.

There’s a bee in the car!

- Do something!

- I’m driving!

- Hi, bee.

- He’s back here!

He’s going to sting me!

Nobody move. If you don’t move,

he won’t sting you. Freeze!

He blinked!

Spray him, Granny!

What are you doing?!

Wow… the tension level

out here is unbelievable.

I gotta get home.

Oan’t fly in rain.

Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!

Ken, could you close

the window please?

Ken, could you close

the window please?

Check out my new resume.

I made it into a fold-out brochure.

You see? Folds out.

Oh, no. More humans. I don’t need this.

What was that?

Maybe this time. This time. This time.

This time! This time! This…

Drapes!

That is diabolical.

It’s fantastic. It’s got all my special

skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

What’s number one? Star Wars?

Nah, I don’t go for that…

…kind of stuff.

No wonder we shouldn’t talk to them.

They’re out of their minds.

When I leave a job interview, they’re

flabbergasted, can’t believe what I say.

There’s the sun. Maybe that’s a way out.

I don’t remember the sun

having a big 75 on it.

I predicted global warming.

I could feel it getting hotter.

At first I thought it was just me.

Wait! Stop! Bee!

Stand back. These are winter boots.

Wait!

Don’t kill him!

You know I’m allergic to them!

This thing could kill me!

Why does his life have

less value than yours?

Why does his life have any less value

than mine? Is that your statement?

I’m just saying all life has value. You

don’t know what he’s capable of feeling.

My brochure!

There you go, little guy.

I’m not scared of him.

It’s an allergic thing.

Put that on your resume brochure.

My whole face could puff up.

Make it one of your special skills.

Knocking someone out

is also a special skill.

Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.

- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?

- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.

- You could put carob chips on there.

- Bye.

- Supposed to be less calories.

- Bye.

I gotta say something.

She saved my life.

I gotta say something.

All right, here it goes.

Nah.

What would I say?

I could really get in trouble.

It’s a bee law.

You’re not supposed to talk to a human.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I’ve got to.

Oh, I can’t do it. Come on!

No. Yes. No.

Do it. I can’t.

How should I start it?

“You like jazz?” No, that’s no good.

Here she comes! Speak, you fool!

Hi!

I’m sorry.

- You’re talking.

- Yes, I know.

You’re talking!

I’m so sorry.

No, it’s OK. It’s fine.

I know I’m dreaming.

But I don’t recall going to bed.

Well, I’m sure this

is very disconcerting.

This is a bit of a surprise to me.

I mean, you’re a bee!

I am. And I’m not supposed

to be doing this,

but they were all trying to kill me.

And if it wasn’t for you…

I had to thank you.

It’s just how I was raised.

That was a little weird.

- I’m talking with a bee.

- Yeah.

I’m talking to a bee.

And the bee is talking to me!

I just want to say I’m grateful.

I’ll leave now.

- Wait! How did you learn to do that?

- What?

The talking thing.

Same way you did, I guess.

“Mama, Dada, honey.” You pick it up.

- That’s very funny.

- Yeah.

Bees are funny. If we didn’t laugh,

we’d cry with what we have to deal with.

Anyway…

Oan I…

…get you something?

- Like what?

I don’t know. I mean…

I don’t know. Coffee?

I don’t want to put you out.

It’s no trouble. It takes two minutes.

- It’s just coffee.

- I hate to impose.

- Don’t be ridiculous!

- Actually, I would love a cup.

Hey, you want rum cake?

- I shouldn’t.

- Have some.

- No, I can’t.

- Come on!

I’m trying to lose a couple micrograms.

- Where?

- These stripes don’t help.

You look great!

I don’t know if you know

anything about fashion.

Are you all right?

No.

He’s making the tie in the cab

as they’re flying up Madison.

He finally gets there.

He runs up the steps into the church.

The wedding is on.

And he says, “Watermelon?

I thought you said Guatemalan.

Why would I marry a watermelon?”

Is that a bee joke?

That’s the kind of stuff we do.

Yeah, different.

So, what are you gonna do, Barry?

About work? I don’t know.

I want to do my part for the hive,

but I can’t do it the way they want.

I know how you feel.

- You do?

- Sure.

My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or

a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.

- Really?

- My only interest is flowers.

Our new queen was just elected

with that same campaign slogan.

Anyway, if you look…

There’s my hive right there. See it?

You’re in Sheep Meadow!

Yes! I’m right off the Turtle Pond!

No way! I know that area.

I lost a toe ring there once.

- Why do girls put rings on their toes?

- Why not?

- It’s like putting a hat on your knee.

- Maybe I’ll try that.

- You all right, ma'am?

- Oh, yeah. Fine.

Just having two cups of coffee!

Anyway, this has been great.

Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah, it’s no trouble.

Sorry I couldn’t finish it. If I did,

I’d be up the rest of my life.

Are you…?

Oan I take a piece of this with me?

Sure! Here, have a crumb.

- Thanks!

- Yeah.

All right. Well, then…

I guess I’ll see you around.

Or not.

OK, Barry.

And thank you

so much again… for before.

Oh, that? That was nothing.

Well, not nothing, but… Anyway…

This can’t possibly work.

He’s all set to go.

We may as well try it.

OK, Dave, pull the chute.

- Sounds amazing.

- It was amazing!

It was the scariest,

happiest moment of my life.

Humans! I can’t believe

you were with humans!

Giant, scary humans!

What were they like?

Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.

They eat crazy giant things.

They drive crazy.

- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?

- Some of them. But some of them don’t.

- How’d you get back?

- Poodle.

You did it, and I’m glad. You saw

whatever you wanted to see.

You had your “experience.” Now you

can pick out your job and be normal.

- Well…

- Well?

Well, I met someone.

You did? Was she Bee-ish?

- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!

- No, no, no, not a wasp.

- Spider?

- I’m not attracted to spiders.

I know it’s the hottest thing,

with the eight legs and all.

I can’t get by that face.

So who is she?

She’s… human.

No, no. That’s a bee law.

You wouldn’t break a bee law.

- Her name’s Vanessa.

- Oh, boy.

She’s so nice. And she’s a florist!

Oh, no! You’re dating a human florist!

We’re not dating.

You’re flying outside the hive, talking

to humans that attack our homes

with power washers and M-80s!

One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

She saved my life!

And she understands me.

This is over!

Eat this.

This is not over! What was that?

- They call it a crumb.

- It was so stingin’ stripey!

And that’s not what they eat.

That’s what falls off what they eat!

- You know what a Cinnabon is?

- No.

It’s bread and cinnamon and frosting.

They heat it up…

Sit down!

…really hot!

- Listen to me!

We are not them! We’re us.

There’s us and there’s them!

Yes, but who can deny

the heart that is yearning?

There’s no yearning.

Stop yearning. Listen to me!

You have got to start thinking bee,

my friend. Thinking bee!

- Thinking bee.

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

There he is. He’s in the pool.

You know what your problem is, Barry?

I gotta start thinking bee?

How much longer will this go on?

It’s been three days!

Why aren’t you working?

I’ve got a lot of big life decisions

to think about.

What life? You have no life!

You have no job. You’re barely a bee!

Would it kill you

to make a little honey?

Barry, come out.

Your father’s talking to you.

Martin, would you talk to him?

Barry, I’m talking to you!

You coming?

Got everything?

All set!

Go ahead. I’ll catch up.

Don’t be too long.

Watch this!

Vanessa!

- We’re still here.

- I told you not to yell at him.

He doesn’t respond to yelling!

- Then why yell at me?

- Because you don’t listen!

I’m not listening to this.

Sorry, I’ve gotta go.

- Where are you going?

- I’m meeting a friend.

A girl? Is this why you can’t decide?

Bye.

I just hope she’s Bee-ish.

They have a huge parade

of flowers every year in Pasadena?

To be in the Tournament of Roses,

that’s every florist’s dream!

Up on a float, surrounded

by flowers, crowds cheering.

A tournament. Do the roses

compete in athletic events?

No. All right, I’ve got one.

How come you don’t fly everywhere?

It’s exhausting. Why don’t you

run everywhere? It’s faster.

Yeah, OK, I see, I see.

All right, your turn.

TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?

That’s insane!

You don’t have that?

We have Hivo, but it’s a disease.

It’s a horrible, horrible disease.

Oh, my.

Dumb bees!

You must want to sting all those jerks.

We try not to sting.

It’s usually fatal for us.

So you have to watch your temper.

Very carefully.

You kick a wall, take a walk,

write an angry letter and throw it out.

Work through it like any emotion:

Anger, jealousy, lust.

Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

Yeah.

- What is wrong with you?!

- It’s a bug.

He’s not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

What was that? A Pic ‘N’ Save circular?

Yeah, it was. How did you know?

It felt like about 10 pages.

Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

You’ve really got that

down to a science.

- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

- I’ll bet.

What in the name

of Mighty Hercules is this?

How did this get here?

Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,

Ray Liotta Private Select?

- Is he that actor?

- I never heard of him.

- Why is this here?

- For people. We eat it.

You don’t have

enough food of your own?

- Well, yes.

- How do you get it?

- Bees make it.

- I know who makes it!

And it’s hard to make it!

There’s heating, cooling, stirring.

You need a whole Krelman thing!

- It’s organic.

- It’s our-ganic!

It’s just honey, Barry.

Just what?!

Bees don’t know about this!

This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

You’ve taken our homes, schools,

hospitals! This is all we have!

And it’s on sale?!

I’m getting to the bottom of this.

I’m getting to the bottom

of all of this!

Hey, Hector.

- You almost done?

- Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I’ll go home now

and just leave this nice honey out,

with no one around.

You’re busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

I can talk.

And now you’ll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff?

Who’s your supplier?

I don’t understand.

I thought we were friends.

The last thing we want

to do is upset bees!

You’re too late! It’s ours now!

You, sir, have crossed

the wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunch

for my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from?

Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Crazy person!

What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knew

what hit them. And now

they’re on the road to nowhere!

Just keep still.

What? You’re not dead?

Do I look dead? They will wipe anything

that moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms.

I am onto something huge here.

I’m going to Alaska. Moose blood,

crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I’m going to Tacoma.

- And you?

- He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

- What is that?!

- Oh, no!

- A wiper! Triple blade!

- Triple blade?

Jump on! It’s your only chance, bee!

Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,

I’m Carl Kasell.

But don’t kill no more bugs!

- Bee!

- Moose blood guy!!

- You hear something?

- Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars,

as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goes

is where they��re getting it.

I mean, that honey’s ours.

- Bees hang tight.

- We’re all jammed in.

It’s a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own.

Every mosquito on his own.

- What if you get in trouble?

- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

Nobody likes us. They just smack.

See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you’re out in the world.

You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up,

get with a moth, dragonfly.

Mosquito girl don’t want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood’s about to leave

the building! So long, bee!

- Hey, guys!

- Mooseblood!

I knew I’d catch y'all down here.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,

and it’s pretty much pure profit.

What is this place?

A bee’s got a brain

the size of a pinhead.

They are pinheads!

Pinhead.

- Check out the new smoker.

- Oh, sweet. That’s the one you want.

The Thomas 3000!

Smoker?

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.

Twice the nicotine, all the tar.

A couple breaths of this

knocks them right out.

They make the honey,

and we make the money.

“They make the honey,

and we make the money”?

Oh, my!

What’s going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn’t last too long.

Do you know you’re

in a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here.

We had no choice.

This is your queen?

That’s a man in women’s clothes!

That’s a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There’s hundreds of them!

Bee honey.

Our honey is being brazenly stolen

on a massive scale!

This is worse than anything bears

have done! I intend to do something.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are taking

our honey? That’s a rumor.

Do these look like rumors?

That’s a conspiracy theory.

These are obviously doctored photos.

How did you get mixed up in this?

He’s been talking to humans.

- What?

- Talking to humans?!

He has a human girlfriend.

And they make out!

Make out? Barry!

We do not.

- You wish you could.

- Whose side are you on?

The bees!

I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.

Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

Barry, this is what you want

to do with your life?

I want to do it for all our lives.

Nobody works harder than bees!

Dad, I remember you

coming home so overworked

your hands were still stirring.

You couldn’t stop.

I remember that.

What right do they have to our honey?

We live on two cups a year. They put it

in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!

Even if it’s true, what can one bee do?

Sting them where it really hurts.

In the face! The eye!

- That would hurt.

- No.

Up the nose? That’s a killer.

There’s only one place you can sting

the humans, one place where it matters.

Hive at Five, the hive’s only

full-hour action news source.

No more bee beards!

With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.

Weather with Storm Stinger.

Sports with Buzz Larvi.

And Jeanette Ohung.

- Good evening. I’m Bob Bumble.

- And I’m Jeanette Ohung.

A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,

intends to sue the human race

for stealing our honey,

packaging it and profiting

from it illegally!

Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,

we’ll have three former queens here in

our studio, discussing their new book,

Classy Ladies,

out this week on Hexagon.

Tonight we’re talking to Barry Benson.

Did you ever think, “I’m a kid

from the hive. I can’t do this”?

Bees have never been afraid

to change the world.

What about Bee Columbus?

Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?

Where I’m from, we’d never sue humans.

We were thinking

of stickball or candy stores.

How old are you?

The bee community

is supporting you in this case,

which will be the trial

of the bee century.

You know, they have a Larry King

in the human world too.

It’s a common name. Next week…

He looks like you and has a show

and suspenders and colored dots…

Next week…

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the

guest even though you just heard 'em.

Bear Week next week!

They’re scary, hairy and here live.

Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,

squinty eyes, very Jewish.

In tennis, you attack

at the point of weakness!

It was my grandmother, Ken. She’s 81.

Honey, her backhand’s a joke!

I’m not gonna take advantage of that?

Quiet, please.

Actual work going on here.

- Is that that same bee?

- Yes, it is!

I’m helping him sue the human race.

- Hello.

- Hello, bee.

This is Ken.

Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size

ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.

Why does he talk again?

Listen, you better go

'cause we’re really busy working.

But it’s our yogurt night!

Bye-bye.

Why is yogurt night so difficult?!

You poor thing.

You two have been at this for hours!

Yes, and Adam here

has been a huge help.

- Frosting…

- How many sugars?

Just one. I try not

to use the competition.

So why are you helping me?

Bees have good qualities.

And it takes my mind off the shop.

Instead of flowers, people

are giving balloon bouquets now.

Those are great, if you’re three.

And artificial flowers.

- Oh, those just get me psychotic!

- Yeah, me too.

Bent stingers, pointless pollination.

Bees must hate those fake things!

Nothing worse

than a daffodil that’s had work done.

Maybe this could make up

for it a little bit.

- This lawsuit’s a pretty big deal.

- I guess.

You sure you want to go through with it?

Am I sure? When I’m done with

the humans, they won’t be able

to say, “Honey, I’m home,”

without paying a royalty!

It’s an incredible scene

here in downtown Manhattan,

where the world anxiously waits,

because for the first time in history,

we will hear for ourselves

if a honeybee can actually speak.

What have we gotten into here, Barry?

It’s pretty big, isn’t it?

I can’t believe how many humans

don’t work during the day.

You think billion-dollar multinational

food companies have good lawyers?

Everybody needs to stay

behind the barricade.

- What’s the matter?

- I don’t know, I just got a chill.

Well, if it isn’t the bee team.

You boys work on this?

All rise! The Honorable

Judge Bumbleton presiding.

All right. Oase number 4475,

Superior Court of New York,

Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry

is now in session.

Mr. Montgomery, you’re representing

the five food companies collectively?

A privilege.

Mr. Benson… you’re representing

all the bees of the world?

I’m kidding. Yes, Your Honor,

we’re ready to proceed.

Mr. Montgomery,

your opening statement, please.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

my grandmother was a simple woman.

Born on a farm, she believed

it was man’s divine right

to benefit from the bounty

of nature God put before us.

If we lived in the topsy-turvy world

Mr. Benson imagines,

just think of what it would mean.

I would have to negotiate

with the silkworm

for the elastic in my britches!

Talking bee!

How do we know this isn’t some sort of

holographic motion-picture-capture

Hollywood wizardry?

They could be using laser beams!

Robotics! Ventriloquism!

Oloning! For all we know,

he could be on steroids!

Mr. Benson?

Ladies and gentlemen,

there’s no trickery here.

I’m just an ordinary bee.

Honey’s pretty important to me.

It’s important to all bees.

We invented it!

We make it. And we protect it

with our lives.

Unfortunately, there are

some people in this room

who think they can take it from us

'cause we’re the little guys!

I’m hoping that, after this is all over,

you’ll see how, by taking our honey,

you not only take everything we have

but everything we are!

I wish he’d dress like that

all the time. So nice!

Call your first witness.

So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden

of Honey Farms, big company you have.

I suppose so.

I see you also own

Honeyburton and Honron!

Yes, they provide beekeepers

for our farms.

Beekeeper. I find that

to be a very disturbing term.

I don’t imagine you employ

any bee-free-ers, do you?

- No.

- I couldn’t hear you.

- No.

Because you don’t free bees.

You keep bees. Not only that,

it seems you thought a bear would be

an appropriate image for a jar of honey.

They’re very lovable creatures.

Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.

You mean like this?

Bears kill bees!

How’d you like his head crashing

through your living room?!

Biting into your couch!

Spitting out your throw pillows!

OK, that’s enough. Take him away.

So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.

Your name intrigues me.

- Where have I heard it before?

- I was with a band called The Police.

But you’ve never been

a police officer, have you?

No, I haven’t.

No, you haven’t. And so here

we have yet another example

of bee culture casually

stolen by a human

for nothing more than

a prance-about stage name.

Oh, please.

Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?

Because I’m feeling

a little stung, Sting.

Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!

That’s not his real name?! You idiots!

Mr. Liotta, first,

belated congratulations on

your Emmy win for a guest spot

on ER in 2005.

Thank you. Thank you.

I see from your resume

that you’re devilishly handsome

with a churning inner turmoil

that’s ready to blow.

I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?

Not yet it isn’t. But is this

what it’s come to for you?

Exploiting tiny, helpless bees

so you don’t

have to rehearse

your part and learn your lines, sir?

Watch it, Benson!

I could blow right now!

This isn’t a goodfella.

This is a badfella!

Why doesn’t someone just step on

this creep, and we can all go home?!

- Order in this court!

- You’re all thinking it!

Order! Order, I say!

- Say it!

- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!

I think it was awfully nice

of that bear to pitch in like that.

I think the jury’s on our side.

Are we doing everything right, legally?

I’m a florist.

Right. Well, here’s to a great team.

To a great team!

Well, hello.

- Ken!

- Hello.

I didn’t think you were coming.

No, I was just late.

I tried to call, but… the battery.

I didn’t want all this to go to waste,

so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.

Oh, that was lucky.

There’s a little left.

I could heat it up.

Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.

So I hear you’re quite a tennis player.

I’m not much for the game myself.

The ball’s a little grabby.

That’s where I usually sit.

Right… there.

Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,

and he agreed with me that eating with

chopsticks isn’t really a special skill.

You think I don’t see what you’re doing?

I know how hard it is to find

the rightjob. We have that in common.

Do we?

Bees have 100 percent employment,

but we do jobs like taking the crud out.

That’s just what

I was thinking about doing.

Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor

for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.

I’m going to drain the old stinger.

Yeah, you do that.

Look at that.

You know, I’ve just about had it

with your little mind games.

- What’s that?

- Italian Vogue.

Mamma mia, that’s a lot of pages.

A lot of ads.

Remember what Van said, why is

your life more valuable than mine?

Funny, I just can’t seem to recall that!

I think something stinks in here!

I love the smell of flowers.

How do you like the smell of flames?!

Not as much.

Water bug! Not taking sides!

Ken, I’m wearing a Chapstick hat!

This is pathetic!

I’ve got issues!

Well, well, well, a royal flush!

- You’re bluffing.

- Am I?

Surf’s up, dude!

Poo water!

That bowl is gnarly.

Except for those dirty yellow rings!

Kenneth! What are you doing?!

You know, I don’t even like honey!

I don’t eat it!

We need to talk!

He’s just a little bee!

And he happens to be

the nicest bee I’ve met in a long time!

Long time? What are you talking about?!

Are there other bugs in your life?

No, but there are other things bugging

me in life. And you’re one of them!

Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night…

My nerves are fried from riding

on this emotional roller coaster!

Goodbye, Ken.

And for your information,

I prefer sugar-free, artificial

sweeteners made by man!

I’m sorry about all that.

I know it’s got

an aftertaste! I like it!

I always felt there was some kind

of barrier between Ken and me.

I couldn’t overcome it.

Oh, well.

Are you OK for the trial?

I believe Mr. Montgomery

is about out of ideas.

We would like to call

Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.

Good idea! You can really see why he’s

considered one of the best lawyers…

Yeah.

Layton, you’ve

gotta weave some magic

with this jury,

or it’s gonna be all over.

Don’t worry. The only thing I have

to do to turn this jury around

is to remind them

of what they don’t like about bees.

- You got the tweezers?

- Are you allergic?

Only to losing, son. Only to losing.

Mr. Benson Bee, I’ll ask you

what I think we’d all like to know.

What exactly is your relationship

to that woman?

We’re friends.

- Good friends?

- Yes.

How good? Do you live together?

Wait a minute…

Are you her little…

…bedbug?

I’ve seen a bee documentary or two.

From what I understand,

doesn’t your queen give birth

to all the bee children?

- Yeah, but…

- So those aren’t your real parents!

- Oh, Barry…

- Yes, they are!

Hold me back!

You’re an illegitimate bee,

aren’t you, Benson?

He’s denouncing bees!

Don’t y'all date your cousins?

- Objection!

- I’m going to pincushion this guy!

Adam, don’t! It’s what he wants!

Oh, I’m hit!!

Oh, lordy, I am hit!

Order! Order!

The venom! The venom

is coursing through my veins!

I have been felled

by a winged beast of destruction!

You see? You can’t treat them

like equals! They’re striped savages!

Stinging’s the only thing

they know! It’s their way!

- Adam, stay with me.

- I can’t feel my legs.

What angel of mercy

will come forward to suck the poison

from my heaving buttocks?

I will have order in this court. Order!

Order, please!

The case of the honeybees

versus the human race

took a pointed turn against the bees

yesterday when one of their legal

team stung Layton T. Montgomery.

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey.

- Is there much pain?

- Yeah.

I…

I blew the whole case, didn’t I?

It doesn’t matter. What matters is

you’re alive. You could have died.

I’d be better off dead. Look at me.

They got it from the cafeteria

downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.

Look, there’s

a little celery still on it.

What was it like to sting someone?

I can’t explain it. It was all…

All adrenaline and then…

and then ecstasy!

All right.

You think it was all a trap?

Of course. I’m sorry.

I flew us right into this.

What were we thinking? Look at us. We’re

just a couple of bugs in this world.

What will the humans do to us

if they win?

I don’t know.

I hear they put the roaches in motels.

That doesn’t sound so bad.

Adam, they check in,

but they don’t check out!

Oh, my.

Could you get a nurse

to close that window?

- Why?

- The smoke.

Bees don’t smoke.

Right. Bees don’t smoke.

Bees don’t smoke!

But some bees are smoking.

That’s it! That’s our case!

It is? It’s not over?

Get dressed. I’ve gotta go somewhere.

Get back to the court and stall.

Stall any way you can.

And assuming you’ve done step correctly, you’re ready for the tub.

Mr. Flayman.

Yes? Yes, Your Honor!

Where is the rest of your team?

Well, Your Honor, it’s interesting.

Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,

and as a result,

we don’t make very good time.

I actually heard a funny story about…

Your Honor,

haven’t these ridiculous bugs

taken up enough

of this court’s valuable time?

How much longer will we allow

these absurd shenanigans to go on?

They have presented no compelling

evidence to support their charges

against my clients,

who run legitimate businesses.

I move for a complete dismissal

of this entire case!

Mr. Flayman, I’m afraid I’m going

to have to consider

Mr. Montgomery’s motion.

But you can’t! We have a terrific case.

Where is your proof?

Where is the evidence?

Show me the smoking gun!

Hold it, Your Honor!

You want a smoking gun?

Here is your smoking gun.

What is that?

It’s a bee smoker!

What, this?

This harmless little contraption?

This couldn’t hurt a fly,

let alone a bee.

Look at what has happened

to bees who have never been asked,

“Smoking or non?”

Is this what nature intended for us?

To be forcibly addicted

to smoke machines

and man-made wooden slat work camps?

Living out our lives as honey slaves

to the white man?

- What are we gonna do?

- He’s playing the species card.

Ladies and gentlemen, please,

free these bees!

Free the bees! Free the bees!

Free the bees!

Free the bees! Free the bees!

The court finds in favor of the bees!

Vanessa, we won!

I knew you could do it! High-five!

Sorry.

I’m OK! You know what this means?

All the honey

will finally belong to the bees.

Now we won’t have

to work so hard all the time.

This is an unholy perversion

of the balance of nature, Benson.

You’ll regret this.

Barry, how much honey is out there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater is Ralph Lauren,

and I have no pants.

- What if Montgomery’s right?

- What do you mean?

We’ve been living the bee way

a long time, 27 million years.

Congratulations on your victory.

What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we’ll demand a complete shutdown

of all bee work camps.

Then we want back the honey

that was ours to begin with,

every last drop.

We demand an end to the glorification

of the bear as anything more

than a filthy, smelly,

bad-breath stink machine.

We’re all aware

of what they do in the woods.

Wait for my signal.

Take him out.

He’ll have nauseous

for a few hours, then he’ll be fine.

And we will no longer tolerate

bee-negative nicknames…

But it’s just a prance-about stage name!

…unnecessary inclusion of honey

in bogus health products

and la-dee-da human

tea-time snack garnishments.

Can’t breathe.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,

and there’s gallons more coming!

- I think we need to shut down!

- Shut down? We’ve never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir!

What do we do now?

Cannonball!

We’re shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

Adam, you wouldn’t believe

how much honey was out there.

Oh, yeah?

What’s going on? Where is everybody?

- Are they out celebrating?

- They’re home.

They don’t know what to do.

Laying out, sleeping in.

I heard your Uncle Earl was on his way

to San Antonio with a cricket.

At least we got our honey back.

Sometimes I think, so what if humans

liked our honey? Who wouldn’t?

It’s the greatest thing in the world!

I was excited to be part of making it.

This was my new desk. This was my

new job. I wanted to do it really well.

And now…

Now I can’t.

I don’t understand

why they’re not happy.

I thought their lives would be better!

They’re doing nothing. It’s amazing.

Honey really changes people.

You don’t have any idea

what’s going on, do you?

- What did you want to show me?

- This.

What happened here?

That is not the half of it.

Oh, no. Oh, my.

They’re all wilting.

Doesn’t look very good, does it?

No.

And whose fault do you think that is?

You know, I’m gonna guess bees.

Bees?

Specifically, me.

I didn’t think bees not needing to make

honey would affect all these things.

It’s not just flowers.

Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

That’s our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, that affects

the entire animal kingdom.

And then, of course…

The human species?

So if there’s no more pollination,

it could all just go south here,

couldn’t it?

I know this is also partly my fault.

How about a suicide pact?

How do we do it?

- I’ll sting you, you step on me.

- Thatjust kills you twice.

Right, right.

Listen, Barry…

sorry, but I gotta get going.

I had to open my mouth and talk.

Vanessa?

Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

To the final Tournament of Roses parade

in Pasadena.

They’ve moved it to this weekend

because all the flowers are dying.

It’s the last chance

I’ll ever have to see it.

Vanessa, I just wanna say I’m sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

I know. Me neither.

Tournament of Roses.

Roses can’t do sports.

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

Roses!

Vanessa!

Roses?!

Barry?

- Roses are flowers!

- Yes, they are.

Flowers, bees, pollen!

I know.

That’s why this is the last parade.

Maybe not.

Would you ask him to slow down?

Would you slow down?

Barry!

OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

Yes, it kind of is.

I’ve ruined the planet.

I wanted to help you

with the flower shop.

I’ve made it worse.

Actually, it’s completely closed down.

I thought maybe you were remodeling.

But I have another idea, and it’s

greater than my previous ideas combined.

I don’t want to hear it!

All right, they have the roses,

the roses have the pollen.

I know every bee, plant

and flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they’ve got

back here with what we’ve got.

- Bees.

- Park.

- Pollen!

- Flowers.

- Repollination!

- Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses,

Pasadena, Oalifornia.

They’ve got nothing

but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

Security will be tight.

I have an idea.

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

Official floral business. It’s real.

Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

Thank you. It was a gift.

Once inside,

we just pick the right float.

How about The Princess and the Pea?

I could be the princess,

and you could be the pea!

Yes, I got it.

- Where should I sit?

- What are you?

- I believe I’m the pea.

- The pea?

It goes under the mattresses.

- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

- I’m getting the marshal.

You do that!

This whole parade is a fiasco!

Let’s see what this baby’ll do.

Hey, what are you doing?!

Then all we do

is blend in with traffic…

…without arousing suspicion.

Once at the airport,

there’s no stopping us.

Stop! Security.

- You and your insect pack your float?

- Yes.

Has it been

in your possession the entire time?

Would you remove your shoes?

- Remove your stinger.

- It’s part of me.

I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

Then if we’re lucky, we’ll have

just enough pollen to do the job.

Oan you believe how lucky we are? We

have just enough pollen to do the job!

I think this is gonna work.

It’s got to work.

Attention, passengers,

this is Captain Scott.

We have a bit of bad weather

in New York.

It looks like we’ll experience

a couple hours delay.

Barry, these are cut flowers

with no water. They’ll never make it.

I gotta get up there

and talk to them.

Be careful.

Oan I get help

with the Sky Mall magazine?

I’d like to order the talking

inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

Oaptain, I’m in a real situation.

- What’d you say, Hal?

- Nothing.

Bee!

Don’t freak out! My entire species…

What are you doing?

- Wait a minute! I’m an attorney!

- Who’s an attorney?

Don’t move.

Oh, Barry.

Good afternoon, passengers.

This is your captain.

Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B

please report to the cockpit?

And please hurry!

What happened here?

There was a DustBuster,

a toupee, a life raft exploded.

One’s bald, one’s in a boat,

they’re both unconscious!

- Is that another bee joke?

- No!

No one’s flying the plane!

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.

What’s your status?

This is Vanessa Bloome.

I’m a florist from New York.

Where’s the pilot?

He’s unconscious,

and so is the copilot.

Not good. Does anyone onboard

have flight experience?

As a matter of fact, there is.

- Who’s that?

- Barry Benson.

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

Vanessa, this is nothing more

than a big metal bee.

It’s got giant wings, huge engines.

I can’t fly a plane.

- Why not? Isn’t John Travolta a pilot?

- Yes.

How hard could it be?

Wait, Barry!

We’re headed into some lightning.

This is Bob Bumble. We have some

late-breaking news from JFK Airport,

where a suspenseful scene

is developing.

Barry Benson,

fresh from his legal victory…

That’s Barry!

…is attempting to land a plane,

loaded with people, flowers

and an incapacitated flight crew.

Flowers?!

We have a storm in the area

and two individuals at the controls

with absolutely no flight experience.

Just a minute.

There’s a bee on that plane.

I’m quite familiar with Mr. Benson

and his no-account compadres.

They’ve done enough damage.

But isn’t he your only hope?

Technically, a bee

shouldn’t be able to fly at all.

Their wings are too small…

Haven’t we heard this a million times?

“The surface area of the wings

and body mass make no sense.”

- Get this on the air!

- Got it.

- Stand by.

- We’re going live.

The way we work may be a mystery to you.

Making honey takes a lot of bees

doing a lot of small jobs.

But let me tell you about a small job.

If you do it well,

it makes a big difference.

More than we realized.

To us, to everyone.

That’s why I want to get bees

back to working together.

That’s the bee way!

We’re not made of Jell-O.

We get behind a fellow.

- Black and yellow!

- Hello!

Left, right, down, hover.

- Hover?

- Forget hover.

This isn’t so hard.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Barry, what happened?!

Wait, I think we were

on autopilot the whole time.

- That may have been helping me.

- And now we’re not!

So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

All of you, let’s get

behind this fellow! Move it out!

Move out!

Our only chance is if I do what I’d do,

you copy me with the wings of the plane!

Don’t have to yell.

I’m not yelling!

We’re in a lot of trouble.

It’s very hard to concentrate

with that panicky tone in your voice!

It’s not a tone. I’m panicking!

I can’t do this!

Vanessa, pull yourself together.

You have to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

- You snap out of it!

- Hold it!

- Why? Come on, it’s my turn.

How is the plane flying?

I don’t know.

Hello?

Benson, got any flowers

for a happy occasion in there?

The Pollen Jocks!

They do get behind a fellow.

- Black and yellow.

- Hello.

All right, let’s drop this tin can

on the blacktop.

Where? I can’t see anything. Oan you?

No, nothing. It’s all cloudy.

Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.

- Thinking bee.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Wait a minute.

I think I’m feeling something.

- What?

- I don’t know. It’s strong, pulling me.

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

Bring the nose down.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

- What in the world is on the tarmac?

- Get some lights on that!

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

- Vanessa, aim for the flower.

- OK.

Out the engines. We’re going in

on bee power. Ready, boys?

Affirmative!

Good. Good. Easy, now. That’s it.

Land on that flower!

Ready? Full reverse!

Spin it around!

- Not that flower! The other one!

- Which one?

- That flower.

- I’m aiming at the flower!

That’s a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower

made of millions of bees!

Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

Rotate around it.

- This is insane, Barry!

- This’s the only way I know how to fly.

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane

flying in an insect-like pattern?

Get your nose in there. Don’t be afraid.

Smell it. Full reverse!

Just drop it. Be a part of it.

Aim for the center!

Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!

Come on, already.

Barry, we did it!

You taught me how to fly!

- Yes. No high-five!

- Right.

Barry, it worked!

Did you see the giant flower?

What giant flower? Where? Of course

I saw the flower! That was genius!

- Thank you.

- But we’re not done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is covered

with the last pollen

from the last flowers

available anywhere on Earth.

That means this is our last chance.

We’re the only ones who make honey,

pollinate flowers and dress like this.

If we’re gonna survive as a species,

this is our moment! What do you say?

Are we going to be bees, orjust

Museum of Natural History keychains?

We’re bees!

Keychain!

Then follow me! Except Keychain.

Hold on, Barry. Here.

You’ve earned this.

Yeah!

I’m a Pollen Jock! And it’s a perfect

fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

Oh, yeah.

That’s our Barry.

Mom! The bees are back!

If anybody needs

to make a call, now’s the time.

I got a feeling we’ll be

working late tonight!

Here’s your change. Have a great

afternoon! Oan I help who’s next?

Would you like some honey with that?

It is bee-approved. Don’t forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, it’s all me.

And I don’t see a nickel!

Sometimes I just feel

like a piece of meat!

I had no idea.

Barry, I’m sorry.

Have you got a moment?

Would you excuse me?

My mosquito associate will help you.

Sorry I’m late.

He’s a lawyer too?

I was already a blood-sucking parasite.

All I needed was a briefcase.

Have a great afternoon!

Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,

and I can’t get them anywhere.

No problem, Vannie.

Just leave it to me.

You’re a lifesaver, Barry.

Oan I help who’s next?

All right, scramble, jocks!

It’s time to fly.

Thank you, Barry!

That bee is living my life!

Let it go, Kenny.

- When will this nightmare end?!

- Let it all go.

- Beautiful day to fly.

- Sure is.

Between you and me,

I was dying to get out of that office.

You have got

to start thinking bee, my friend.

- Thinking bee!

- Me?

Hold it. Let’s just stop

for a second. Hold it.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, everyone.

Oan we stop here?

I’m not making a major life decision

during a production number!

All right. Take ten, everybody.

Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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Nate and Dave Ch. 13

Didn’t take long for us to leave the shopping street. We did take a few pictures together, mostly for storing. Dave is pretty photogenic and looks great in all of them (He even wanted to take his tank top off for a few! But I assumed that would attract unwanted stares. Silly old Dave...)

We left our bags at the back seat and drove off towards Dave’s house. Something I always liked about living in a town: Everything is close, and yet, a car never seems a bad idea. Maybe my ass is just lazy, but I enjoy relaxing next to Dave as my werewolf boyfriend just drives us safely towards our destination.

“I forgot to ask… Are your parents home?” I like Mr. and Ms. Walker! I really do! But there’s so many things you can do when a couple of werewolves with heightened senses are in the house with you. I have a feeling that they can hear every single sound in the house.

And that’s not really fun. I don’t think it’s intentional though, but it’s pretty hard to have a heart-to-heart moment when you think everyone is listening to you.

“Nuh-uh.” Dave mumbled, as he parked outside his garage. “Pop’s working during the evening, comes back by the time we’d be out of school, so we have quite a few hours before our private time is over. Mom’s out with some of her friends I guess, she doesn’t like spending much time ‘locked away’.”

“So, you really want to have a pool day? We’re a month or so away from Winter, big guy.” Not intending to sound like a party pooper. The day was nice and you can survive without a jacket, but I don’t think I’ll be going into the pool. Catching a cold isn’t something I look forward to.

“I’m always up for some swimmin’, but get what ya mean, bruh.” He turned off the engine and looked at me. “You can relax by the pool, and if things get really cold we can just go to my room and warm ya up!”

We entered the house. I couldn’t hear a single sound inside, which was a comforting thing.

“Lose the clothes! Lose the clothes! Lose the clothes!” Dave started chanting, as he stripped in front of me as fast as he could, soon standing naked in the middle of the living room.

I always liked how easily he loses his clothes at every chance he gets. Maybe he likes having his built body at full display for others to admire? I mean, who wouldn’t admire him?

The meaty pecs are not too big, but not exactly small either. His 6-pack abs are perfectly aligned and seem ready to take a few punches, breaking your hand in the process.

His cock was hard, of course. His cock was always hard when he’s naked, like an automatic thing.

He seems like a 15 years old with those levels of horniness, and yet he makes such a great job holding himself back instead of suggesting to have sex everyday. I don’t know if he jerks off though, maybe he’s just happy to see me.

“I… prefer to stay clothed?” Such a party pooper, I know, but I’d rather not worry my mom with getting sick because I want to seem cool for my boyfriend. I’ll get naked in the bedroom, but the pool seems out of the question right now.

Dave frowned. “Still worrying about gettin’ cold? Wait here and strip, I’ll get ya a solution, bruh.” He raced upstairs, our bags in hand. I loved how the locket dangled in between his pecs, such a cool detail.

I did as told though, not because he told me to but because I was curious. And a little part of me didn’t want to be lame. That train is gone now, though, right?

I waited for my puppy boy, as I started feeling the cold getting to me. It wasn’t bad, but not exactly the most pleasant thing in the world. I stayed in my boxers, because I wasn’t looking forward to the air invading my ass.

A minute later or so, the jock dashed down the stairs with his varsity jacket on one arm, and a pair of towels on the other. He was already wearing his speedo, but it failed to hide anything due to his hard on.

“Uhm… Could you go soft like… down there?” I asked, trying to sound as nice as possible. Perks of having a werewolf soulmate, apparently everything you say sounds always as nice as possible, Dave is just happy to comply with everything that I may want or need.

Including controlling his body functions, like how his dick just got soft all of a sudden and the speedo looked a bit less revealing. Still, it fitted him quite well.

“Not gonna swim, right?” Dave asked, giving me a finger gun. I shook my head, before laying a towel on the ground and just laying down. “A’ight, watch these moves then, bruh!”

He jumped in the pool with a cannonball, making a big splash, before giving me a thumbs up and smiling. I clapped a lot, to show him some enthusiasm before he sank back down and started doing laps. I rolled my eyes, and started scrolling through my phone.

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Dave pulled himself out of the pool after finishing another set of laps, and started drying himself off like a dog: Shaking it off.

I covered myself with his jacket, and I heard him chuckle. “Water’s so nice today, bruh. You should give it a try!”

“Are you really not cold? It’s okay if you are… We can do something else instead.” I knew he wasn’t but I was worried about him.

“Chill out, my body’s as warm as a lighted chimney.” He finished drying himself off with a towel and sat beside me on the stone floor. “Us werewolves can take some really cold temperatures, especially while wearing our fur, babe.”

Huh, that awakened my curiosity!

“So… everyone in your family is a werewolf?” I asked, reaching out for my phone. I had to write this down or otherwise I would forget about it! I had made a special text file for my research on Dave’s… wolfiness.

As soon as I get some juicy new information, I write it down to satisfy my inner nerd. Never thought I would be so invested in investigating a supernatural creature, but yet again, I never thought I’d have a werewolf as my soulmate!

“Uh… not quite?. Like, I think there’s a fifty percent chance if one of the two is a normal person, but we don’t really care about that. It’s not like it’s a super important thing to have a werewolf son.” He tried to explain, putting on his sunglasses again and sitting beside me. “It is pretty important for my pops but between you and me, he’s just kinda racist.”

My fingers tapped the screen as I heard everything Dave had to say. I mean, not the part about his dad, but the werewolves’ children having a fifty percent chance to inherit lycanthropy.

“But,” He resumed his explanation. “Most of my family is a werewolf, maybe there’s just one or two not werewolves out there? There are a lot of Walkers, that’s for sure. Not sayin’ we mate like bunnies but… I do have a lot o’ cousins.”

“Any siblings?” I asked, but he shook his head in denial.

“Nope. I’m an only son, bruh. I always thought it was because I’m an alpha, and dad says I got the jackpot with that rank. Heheh.” A smug look on his face, he flexed his arms while pointing to himself with his head high. The guy was trying to seem narcissistic or he was really proud of himself.

He looked cute anyway. The speedo was holding his now-soft cock perfectly, and you could see his shape through it. Muscles in all the right places… the guy looked like a really little hulk. Just… human-like, and not green.

I took my eyes off him for a few seconds to finish writing this line at my notepad. ‘Werewolves seem to mate and reproduce themselves quite frequently, but it varies on a subject vasis.’

“Hey nerd, drop the phone.” Dave said, in a commanding tone. I definitely wasn’t expecting it, but I looked at him again and he seemed a bit annoyed. Maybe because I wasn’t giving him much attention? He wasn’t flexing anymore, then he started walking closer.

I tapped my way to the ‘Save’ button before leaving my phone next to me. “Uh… sure thing? What’s with the attitude?”

The puppy boy didn’t stop to answer, but instead got next to me and grabbed my hips in a swift move. Supernatural speed or reflexes, whatever you want to call it, I loved it. “Just enjoy it, babe…” He mumbled, before leaning in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as I kissed him back, and could feel my body being lifted from the nice towel on the grass.

His warm skin against my naked chest, only protected by his varsity jacket. A few seconds afterward, the varsity jacket was off. The locket necklace was cold, but I didn’t mind. I just enjoyed the moment, just like he said.

Dave was walking, but the kiss distracted me. My mistake was closing my eyes, because I didn’t see his prank coming.

“One… two…” He started to swing me towards the pool. I opened my eyes as soon as he started counting, but I only managed to say a surprised “Dave-!” before he interrupted me.

“Three!” SPLASH. I fell in the water. The cold water, but my body was quickly getting used to it. I stayed underwater for a few more seconds to fully embrace the cold temperature, I knew that I would shiver a bit less if I did that.

I had my eyes closed once again, because I never got used to my eyes touching water, but I did feel the water movement as Dave jumped right after me.

I swam back to the surface. I’m not a good swimmer, but this area of the pool wasn’t that deep so I could touch the bottom with my feet and keep myself up with small jumps.

“Hey, hey. I got’cha now…” Dave mumbled, catching me in his arms and keeping me from jumping. I hugged him as tightly as I could. His body was still warm, so it felt really good. Like some kind of underwater stove.

“T-Thanks, big guy…” I managed to say. I would have loved to avoid seeming a weakling, but even with Dave’s hot body, I still felt myself getting colder the longer I was in the pool.

Pulling me closer, he leaned in for a good make out session which I really appreciated. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we stayed like that for a good while.

...Until the coldness was too much for me, that is. There’s a little line between ‘being a party-pooper’ and ‘my body can’t hold this temperature anymore’. The wind wasn’t making it any easier, making me feel colder at every part that stood out of the water.

“D-D-Dave… Let’s head... back in, okay?” I managed to say, holding him close. The jock nodded, and swam over to the edge of the pool, making sure to keep me as close as possible.

Once we were out, I reached out for the towel I was laying on a while before. Dave was shaking the water off him like a puppy boy would do, so he was okay in that part. Then, I noticed him getting zoned out again as the fur on his body started to grow.

‘Oh, geez, I love this part!’ I thought, noticing a tail appearing behind him and his muscles growing with the yellow-ish/brown fur on his skin.

His human head morphed into a humanoid wolf one, two little fangs sticking out of his dog snout with a little black spot appearing where his nose was. His hands grew paw pads and claws, before finishing the transformation with a howl after going out of his self-induced trance.

I kept drying myself with the towel, hoping to get warmer with that, but then the puppy boy tackled me. I managed to grab my phone from the ground as he said “Don’t ya worry, my love. Gonna take good care of you…” before picking me up and dashing inside. He was already warm before, but his fur was really comfortable and helping out with the cold.

A few minutes later, the big guy entered his room with me on his arms. I felt like those couples on tv, being carried by my big and strong boyfriend towards his bed. Dave gently left me on top of it and then laid down next to me. A tight hug afterwards, I could feel the coldness fading away as a very comfortable warm invaded my body.

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Dave’s POV

Nate fell asleep in my arms. His shivering stopped, and he was warm again.

I sighed, such a dumb move I’ve made. But hey, gettin’ to werewolf form to warm him up was pretty smart, right?

Reluctantly, I pulled away from him and tried to get up from my bed. Any other day I would love to do this, he’s my soulmate! Weeks after noticing him, I still couldn’t believe it. I’m supposed to make him happy and safe, fuck.

I grabbed the bedsheets and made sure Nate was well-covered in them. ‘Only the best for my boyfriend’ I thought. I shivered the bit at the thought of having a ‘boyfriend’, but that’s what he is. A guy. THE guy, the one I love the most in the world.

Magic can be quite funny, huh. How a soulmate can turn my whole world upside down. I would be beatin’ the heck outta this guy if he ever implied that we’re meant to each other. And now I fell in love with a guy. Karma’s a bitch, some say.

The sight of Nate being so comfortable in his sleep, not shivering anymore, just happily dozed off, it pushed all the buttons for me. He had to be happy, I had to make sure of that. I want to be a good soulmate for the guy I love.

Looked down at my hands, I noticed I was still in werewolf form. Mom hates when we go werewolf while we’re at the house, because the fur gets all over the floor sometimes. She’s not home though, so I can do whatever I want.

Nate’s phone was firmly held by his owner. He had all that investigation thing in there, so I guess that’s why. I knew he wanted to know more about me and my lycanthropy, and I was honored to help him! He wanted to try and understand me more? He’s the best!

I rubbed my hairy wolf head, what to do now? Should I wait for him to wake up?

I mean, I’d love to spend time just cuddling with him, but I kinda feel guilty for pulling him into the pool like that. Gonna start listening to him if I want to stop fucking up.

Nate’s really nice to me, and never tells me I fuck up, but there’s always that little possibility I actually fuck up our dates quite often and he just never tells me, and I love him too much to hurt him in any way.

That’s also why I’ve been trying to control my strength, too! Our first days together, I almost crushed the guy down with my weight, but after some practice I managed to keep myself at bay to make sure he’s comfortable with me around!

I clenched my fist and threw a punch to the air. A little unfamiliar ‘cling cling’ sounded as I did so, the locket. Watching it filled me with joy and a warm feeling. It’s like I carry a little reminder that I’m Nate’s soulmate.

A puppy boy, always ready to please my owner in any way possible.

My own words, the ones I wrote on the little note inside the locket, resonated through my mind. “My heart, body and mind belongs to my lovely soulmate Nate Hall.” Followed by my signature. It was cheesy, and maybe a try hard-ish thing for my taste, but it was the truth. Nate was my owner and I was his puppy boy.

I held the metal thing tightly in my hand, before letting it go and turning around, heading out of my room. Empty house, still plenty of time to have fun.

I had to walk in tiptoes, because my heavy footsteps may wake up my boyfriend. I could just change back into human form, but I felt stronger and faster while in werewolf form. Any excuse I have to use it will be great.

Out on the corridor, I looked for the attic trapdoor’s handle on the ceiling. The attic is a pretty dirty and dark place, we just use it as storage. So, I assumed mom and pops would store their family treasures or memories. Boxes filled with old books, photo albums, letters and other trash.

Somewhere in those boxes had to be my old copy of the ‘Being a werewolf: How to keep the secret safe and live among the human society.’ book. (Sounds lame, but I ain’t making that up!).

So, time for a good search. I can’t search it by smell, because I would only smell dust and humidity.

My claws made it a bit more harder to search through the boxes without breaking stuff, but I managed to search through quite a few of them pretty quickly. No luck so far.

A box next to a small window had a little ‘Old stuff from Dave’ tag on it. Mom liked to organize stuff, I don’t know why I didn't look for this one to begin with.

I opened the top of the box and began searching through full notebooks filled with gibberish writing from when I didn’t know how to read or write. I was quite the slow learner, according to a few old teachers. Then, there it was.

A brown book, with a wolf doing a thumbs up to me, with silver letters that read ‘Being a werewolf: How to keep the secret safe and live among the human society.’ And a little seal of quality on the bottom of it that said ‘Approved by the supernatural council’. This would make a perfect gift for my nerdy boyfriend.

I decided to look a bit more around that box and other ones, just in case I found more stuff for him, but I’ve been up in the attic for quite some time, apparently.

“Uh… Dave?” A dazed Nate asked, still in my room. I could hear him perfectly, great part of the heightened hearing.

“Comin’ up!” I answered, trying to sound loud enough for him to hear me. Searching for treasures would have to wait, my soulmate needed me.

I left the attic and closed the trapdoor, before running into my room. Another rule, my mom doesn’t like us running in the house because we could break the furniture, but pops always gives me a free pass on that one.

“Need anythin’? I’m so sorry for pushing you in down there, bro…” I tried to apologize, but Nate didn’t seem mad at all. Nor disappointed, he just seemed… comfortable. “If you want me to do something to make it up for you, just say it and I’ll do it. Anything. Oh, wait, got you this book for your investigation...”

I sometimes think I can exaggerate when around Nate, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. And that’s not poetry, I mean it quite literally.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

I gave him the book and Nate examined it carefully. “Being a werewolf… Is there actually a whole guidebook about being a werewolf?” He asked, before leaving it on my night table. I nodded, wondering if he liked it or not.

“Thanks so much! And about before, don’t worry about it.” Nate said, breaking the few seconds of silence. “I mean, I’m not dead so… it was just a fun prank!” Huh, I thought he would actually be mad at me after that. “Hey, c’mere.”

I did as told, while he reached out for my wolf head. I started giving light kicks to the floor as he scratched the back of my ear. There’s no way I can describe the pleasure this gives me. It’s just… the best thing in the world, next to him.

“‘sides, you also brought me up here and warmed me up. I can’t be mad at you for being such a good puppy boy! Who’s a good puppy boy? Huh? Who’s a good puppy boy?”

An urge to answer overwhelmed me. “I am!” I said. “I am a good puppy boy! Woof!”

“Yes, you are! You’re the best puppy boy ever, aren’t you?” He continued, now scratching my neck. My kicks came out a bit stronger now, as the pleasure went up. My cock was already rock hard, this was amazing!

“Yeah! I am your puppy boy, bruh! Woof, woof!” My urge to bark wasn’t a new thing, either. It was like my animal instinct and my human mind were at a bit of a struggle right now. I didn’t care though, Nate’s happiness was the thing that mattered the most to me right now.

“Come up on the bed, we’re gonna have some puppy fun, right puppy boy?”

I nodded excitedly, before climbing my bed. I loved how small Nate looked when on my bed. Probably because I’m way bigger than him, and the bed was actually made to fit my werewolf form on it.

“Also… could you just… zone out for a bit? You know, like we’ve practiced, puppy boy.”

No time to think, though. Had to obey.

If Nate was the center of my world before, then he just became the center of my universe as my mind emptied from every thought that didn’t involve obeying him.

Nate was my soulmate, my owner, the most important person in my life without a doubt. And I was just a simple puppy boy jock.

“My heart, body and mind belongs to my lovely soulmate Nate Hall.” Those words resonated again in my mind, this time stronger, as Nate pulled his wet underwear off. “Take off your speedo, puppy boy.” He ordered.

I was smiling, and my tongue was lolling out. I obeyed his order without a single doubt in my mind. Pure bliss by just obeying my soulmate was a great thing. Nate moved me like a ragdoll, having one of my hands wrapped around his cock and the other around mine. “Now, start jerking us off.”

It was an honor for me. My owner wanted me to jerk him off! I couldn’t disappoint him!

I did my best, trying to control my strength well enough so he could enjoy it without pain. I replicated my own moves on my cock, pleasuring myself as well. Nate was just laying there, eyes closed and arms behind his back. He moaned from time to time.

While we already went through the ‘fucking’ stage, I never knew if Nate enjoyed it as much as I did. We never did it again, so it’s hard to know.

But hey, any moment with my soulmate is an amazing one!

I kept stroking him for quite a while, not minding anything but focusing on bringing him pleasure. My own pleasure was another thing, but he included it in his order so I had to pleasure myself too!

Then, he pushed my hand off and grabbed me by the locket. “That’s enough for now, let’s just cuddle together, all right?”

My answer was a bit of panting, as I did as he suggested and wrapped him in my arms. I hoped my fur warmed him a lot more, after the shitty move I pulled before.

“I love you, puppy boy. You’re the best and only puppy boy in the world for me...” A little yawn as he laid on my pecs.

I smiled, feeling myself blush a bit but it would have been not distinguishable at all due to the fur in my face. This was one of the few times that I had to fight against the influence of being ‘zoned out’, not for a bad reason, but because I wanted to answer him.

“I… love you… too, my love…” I managed to say, quite happy but still a bit unemotional. Eh, did my best there, and Nate seemed happier, since he hugged me tighter.

“Let’s just nap for a while… Okay?” I don’t know if that was an order, but I almost immediately dozed off.

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Hi so I've read 2 my chem sports AUs recently (All We Need Is Daylight by Helena_Hathaway and Getting the Gold by frankiesin) and I loved them surprisingly a lot because My Chemical Romance and various sports are not something you'd expect go together. I'm wondering if you know of any other sports AUs?

Hi Nonny!

There's a few Sports AUs I know and if you don't mind High School Sports AUs, there's quite a few of those as well!

Sports AUs

All We Need is Daylight by Helena_Hathaway, Frank/Gerard, 240k [WIP], Explicit. Frank is thrust all too suddenly into a new life, one where he's not warmly welcomed. He's the best goddamn hockey player he knows, though, and he's not going to let anyone take that away from him. Or at least, not until his world comes tumbling down.

Getting the Gold by frankiesin, Mikey/Pete, 9k, General Audiences. It's Mikey's first time as an Olympic coach, and he's navigating the new role pretty well until he meets the men's swim coach. Pete's gorgeous, funny, and entertaining as hell, but Mikey's pretty sure he's already got a boyfriend. Also featuring Mikey and Lindsey being Super Bros, and way too many baby athletes in need of supervision.

you wanna get it for free by akamine_chan, Ray/Mikey, 2k, Explicit. Ray's a wrestler, you see...

Pages In Your Passport by inlovewithnight, Mikey/Pete, 15k, Explicit. Pete pursued soccer instead of music. He has a good long run in the game. Then in 2010, he meets this guy in a band.

The Circuit by stoplightglow, Frank/Gerard, 24k, Teen And Up Audiences. In the world of competitive motorcycle racing, nothing is more prestigious than the Grand Circuit Tour. Americans everywhere gather to watch as the twelve best racers in the nation compete for the title of Circuit Champion and $100,000. Gerard Way is no stranger to the race. When he was a teenager, his name was practically legend - but after disappearing without explanation six years ago, he's become little more than a relic of the past. Now, at age twenty-six, Gerard is back on the Circuit with something to prove. It's Frank Iero's first year on the tour, but he's more than ready. No one has seen a kid blast through the ranks so fast since Gerard Way first appeared on the scene a decade ago. With a cocky attitude and the whole country swooning over him, nothing can slow him down. The stakes have never been so high. Welcome to the Fourteenth Annual Grand Circuit Tour.

Down And Dirty by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. Gerard's own beloved cherry-red Harley has pedigree in fucking spades, sure, but she's seen better days, and she just doesn't have the power to outrun Iero and that revolting custom paint job. The matching helmet painted to look like a jack-o-lantern is just too much. An AU wherein the boys are dirty bikers, inspired by the recently-released photos from the Japanese Rolling Stone shoot.

shut up and drive by Trojie, uglowian, Patrick/Mikey/Pete, 139k, Teen And Up Audiences. Pete Wentz is the grid girl, Andy Hurley loves him (not like that), and Jared Leto is the bad guy. A.K.A.: the bandom The Fast and the Furious AU that literally no one asked for.

Another Cog In The Murder Machine by ace_writez, Ray/Mikey, 3k [WIP], General Audiences. Mikey's life is set. He's going to get a basketball scholarship for university and then play in the big leagues. All he has to do is get team captain his last year of high school. But he runs into some competition when another good player also tries out. Suddenly he's not so sure he's going to make it. Ray is also trying for a scholarship. As the star quarterback of Belleville High for three years, he's gunning for a fourth. When a situation at home suddenly drags him down, and a certain boy at school catches his eye, he finds himself at a crossroads. Two boys. Two sports. One school, and one story.

Day Seven: Half Dressed - Frerard by LeatherlipsIero, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Mature. Frank reached out his hand for the stranger to shake, "I'm Frank, let me buy you a drink as an apology?" He smiled again when the stranger grabbed his strong and callused hand with his own soft one. "Thank you, but it's my fault, honestly." The strange and pretty man tried to explain but Frank didn't care. "I insist." He said and sent the beautiful stranger a half smirk with half-lidded bedroom eyes, which had the poor boy blushing in seconds. Score.

Olympians by krissykane, Frank/Gerard, 3k, General Audiences. Frank is a shooter who has (somehow) made it to his second Olympic games. There he joins the crowd at a fencing event and sees a certain Team USA fencer for the first time.

Take One For The Team (Excuse Me If I'm Rude) by frenchpirate (Whiskey_n_speed), Mikey/Pete, 25k, Explicit. “So, your coach,” Gabe started, change of subject, thank god. “Yeah, what about him?” Mikey asked and glanced over at Pete who was heading towards the coach locker rooms, dragging a net of footballs after him. “You never told me he was hot. I’m pretty sure that’s withholding indispensable information. I should’ve signed up for the soccer team.” He said halfway jokingly, and William scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What, he’s not-“ “He so is. He’s like totally – small and handy,” He made a smooth explanatory hand-motion. “I want to fit him in my pocket.” * (Or; twenty eight scenes about skipping school, douchebag friends, post-college parties and way too much soccer)

Boxer!Fic by iamdali, Frank/Gerard, 47k, Explicit, General Audiences. After med school, Gerard had this idea of what life would be like. The idea now probably seems more than ridiculous, but still it’s what he clung to in order to drag himself through those gruelling morning hours after an all nighter of studying or writing some preposterously long paper on some disease or medical break through or why whatever part of the human body does whatever it does, and what happens when it doesn’t.

It's Not A Side Effect Of The Triple Axel (I'm Thinking It Must Be Love) by mizubyte (b_dsaint), Mikey/Pete, 10k, Teen And Up Audiences. If not for Alicia, Mikey never would have stepped on to the ice, let alone become a figure skater. Now, over 15 years later, Vancouver is Mikey's last chance for Olympic Gold. If he doesn't get distracted by snowboarder Pete Wentz, that is.

If The Skates Don't Fit by halfeatenmoon, Lindsey/Gerard, 12k, Teen And Up Audiences. Lyn-Z thought her rollerderby team might have a chance of winning some games this year, until she discovered that the new girl she'd recruited to the team was actually a man named Gerard. With a week to go until the first match against their long-time rivals, the Cobras, Lyn-Z and her teammates instead steal one of the Cobras' players - Maja, who has been feeling underappreciated since her side was joined by a new star. Maja's a great player, but it's a challange to learn to skate with a new teammate with only a week to go, especially when she still has some unresolved issues with her old captain.

Split lips hurt by toxic_fox, Frank/Gerard, 769 words, Teen And Up Audiences. Every Thursday, at six o’ clock sharp, frank goes boxing. He loves the adrenaline, the rush he gets from fighting, the blood, the pain. He kind of likes the kind medic as well.

Uppercut by mcrhomo, Frank/Gerard, 3k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Frank is dealing with a lot in his life, including body dysmorphia. When he signs up for a boxing class to lose weight, he meets Gerard, and his whole life is turned several different ways (for better and for worse).

I Believe You're The Enemy (Game On) by imanemostan, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. Constant affairs kept secret by frank and gerard, on different laser tag teams playing against each other. weirdly enough, both their schools have an official laser tag team. How will they ever be able to keep this a secret?

I Just Want You by Bridgetti, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Frank teaches Gerard to skate.

It's All In the Game by happilysurviving (orphan_account), Frank/Gerard, 46k [WIP], Mature. Even jocks have issues. Especially the closeted ones who have friends they have to kick off their football teams. And it gets even worse when they have to kick them off because of a homophobic coach. But of course that's only the beginning as this is Dan Howell and he always has to have larger problems on top of the ones everyone else would believe to be impossible to handle. Having Frank as his best friend certainly doesn't help or the head gossip guru in town as his mother but it could be worse, right? I mean he could be in love with an opposing team's quarterback... Oh wait.

Frerard Football Team AU For Which I Could Not Think of a Title by franks_hands, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Teen And Up Audiences. In the locker room and at practices, Frank was noisy, bordering on obnoxious. He seemed to bounce off the walls sometimes. He didn’t know about personal space.

of cute boys and rollerskates by etselec, Mikey/Pete, 1k, General Audiences. “I’m teaching you how to skate,” Mikey nearly fell as he removed Pete’s arms away from him. He squeezed his hand instead, “so our next date it won’t be as awkward.” “Date?” Pete asked. “Well, we’re holding hands already, aren’t we?” Mikey smiled at him.

Hand in Mine, Into Your Icy Blues by sundrowned, Frank/Gerard, 28k, General Audiences. Gerard is the captain of the hockey team and his overbearing father is the coach. When a new boy named Frank joins the team, Gerard has to decide weather to follow his father's orders to stay away from the boy or choose his own path.

Skating In A Ttutu by runaway_killjoy, Frank/Gerard, 51k, Teens And Up Audiences, Explicit. Frank has to move towns with his mom. He's disheartened to realize that teenagers are judgemental and manipulative no matter where you go. And no one gets judged quite as bad as the ballerina/skater boy who isn't even 5ft. Skater boy AU prompt, Frerard

Powderpuff by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd), Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. It isn't like Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. The timing's just kind of bad.

Get Up And Go by inlovewithnight, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. Mikey Way: Ultramarathon Runner.

#fic rec list #frank/gerard #mikey/pete #ray/mikey #patrick/mikey/pete #lindsey/gerard #alternate universe #sports

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giannimaldonado · 4 years

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Album Of The Day: Satan Is Watching

When most people born after a certain period of time think of the genre that is “country”, and what it has morphed into in the context of this day and age, a lot of unpleasant images spring to mind. Pretty boy, clean cut, poser rednecks who’ve never seen a farm outside of their music videos, trying to pretend to be another “honest Joe” when they couldn’t be any further from such a thing, making trashy, twangy glam rock mixed with watered down trap music/EDM for white southerners who might have interesting views on those of different races, rolling around in million dollar sports cars while adopting the moniker of “working class”...is probably what your mind immediately begins to conjure up in that brain of yours.

I honestly can’t say that I blame you. Country, or, at least, MAINSTREAM country, has lost its way completely. Luke Bryan, Brad Paisley, Tim McGraw, and Blake Shelton polluted this once proud, grassroots, amazing genre with pandering, trite garbage aimed at making money off of dumb hicks in the bodies of frat boys whose trucks cost more than your own damn house. Gone are the days when country music was filled to the brim talent, creativity, passion, and heart. Now, this “jock country” has taken its place, having thoroughly fucked country up the ass a few too many times that it has lost its way. For good, perhaps.

Underground country’s usually no better. There’s some exceptions (we’ll get to those soon), but for the most part, it, too, has gone off the rails and destroyed itself completely. It’s often just indie folk or what have you with even more acoustic guitars, though perhaps with more twang, whiny vocals that are trying (and failing) to recreate a stereotypical southern accent, a reliance on cheap gimmicks, sarcasm, and irony to carry their trash because the excrement can’t do that itself, and a musical quality that tries SO hard to imitate the great Mr. Cash, but is little more than a cheap, pale imitation that folks who wear WAY too much flannel and wire rimmed glasses will eat up like it’s the second coming of Joy Division.

No matter how you look at it, country has been thoroughly gentrified for the most part, just like many genres that were previously for a much different variety of people. Like trap music, or blues, or hardcore punk, or black metal. All of the original meaning is gone, driven out by money hungry label executives, clueless and ignorant listeners, and musicians hellbent on half-assing their way to fame and fortune.

It’s a crying shame, it really is.

But fret not, dear reader! There is still a soft, seedy underbelly of the country genre that has taken the long dead (yet forever revered and loved) sound of “outlaw shit”, as Mr. Jennings would put it so eloquently, to its most logical extreme. One that would make Nelson, Cash, Haggard, Coe, and others that might’ve been at the top of their “underground”, “anti-mainstream” game seem rather...accessible. These aforementioned artists and their peers are still greats who, in their primes, were powerhouses that made some of the greatest works the genre would ever produce. But when compared to this particular sound...they just don’t hold up as well. The rawness, the grassroots nature, the down-to-Earth (and sometimes below the Earth) attitude, the simplicity, the honesty, the bluntness, the intimacy, the melancholy...all of it gets turned way up to eleven. It’s dark, it’s mischievous, it’s harsh, it’s gritty, it’s angry, it’s bitter, it’s darkly humorous, it’s lonesome, it’s ornery, and it’s damn sure pretty fucking mean.

Call it whatever you want. “Southern gothic”, ��dark country”, “death country”, “gothic country”. It doesn’t matter what name you apply to it. All that matters is that it’s country. Real fucking country. Country meant for the guttersnipes, punks, street urchins, hobos, peasants, and forlorn drifters. This ain’t pretty boy music. This isn’t nice, Christian contemporary that you can play at your local uptight establishment. These aren’t harmless tunes your the posers can get drunk and go mudding to. This is country as it was meant to be. The eptiome of the term “outlaw shit”.

There’s a plethora of wonderful bands in this scene. Sons Of Perdition, Sixteen Horsepower, whatever project Jay Munly’s got going on this time around, The Dead South, the early days of The Devil Makes Three, The Builders And The Butchers, Wovenhand, Ghoultown, Coffinshakers, The Pine Box Boys, and, of course, everyone’s favorite descendant of the Williams family tree. The third one, that is.

But all of those fall short of that truly, truly, TRULY horrific honky-tonk, old-time, folksy, backwoods atmosphere that this duo produces. One that hails from the isolated, empty thickets that lie out in rural Wisconsin. A mentally disturbed pair of “prophets of the country doom”, as they have decided to label themselves. A fine example of those who have gone completely mad, completely sad, and doing so makes them feel very glad. They revel in their craziness, and while no album sounds the same, each one is marred by a couple of recurring themes: humanity is worthy of being sent straight to the fiery depths, these boys are depressed beyond your wildest comprehension, a rebellion against both God and Satan, and a desire to document the lifestyle of society’s forgotten ones, hated ones, and feared ones.

Let me introduce you to Those Poor Bastards.

Fitting name for a couple of enigmatic, largely unknown, extremely obscure pair of men known simply as Lonesome Wyatt (impassioned orations and guitar-based melodies) and The Minister (everything else).

The Minister is completely anonymous, with no one having even seen his face, while all that’s known about Lonesome Wyatt is that he’s from Wisconsin, (probably) lives alone, and is likely of an unsound state of mind.

Why is that all important? Well, go listen to their albums, and then you’ll find out why these little intricacies are vital to the dynamic duo’s imagery, music, and cult status.

While all of their material is quite good in my opinion, today we’re going to look at my favorite album from them, and possibly my favorite album from any country artists EVER! Everyone, please proceed to throw on “Satan Is Watching.”

What you’ll first be met with Lonesome Wyatt letting out a loud, wild, manic screech that almost doesn’t sound...human. It’s not even a word. Just an unhinged howl like Lonesome Wyatt’s been possessed by some sort of demon from the pits of Hell, having taken over the “doomsday preacher boy” to spread the wicked gospel. A hell of a start to an album of any kind, let alone a country album. It’s bold, but it lets you know right off the bat that they aren’t fucking around. This is going to be a rough ride from start to finish, and you’ll be left quaking in your seat once Those Poor Bastards has pierced your mind, heart, and soul with their fiendishly unholy sound. A truly nihilistic piece of art about how this world is foul and wretched, and deserves to burn to a cinder.

But that’s just the first song.

Things only manage to get worse from there. Everything from songs about how Lonesome Wyatt’s a degenerate who revels in just how much filth and squalor he lives in, to songs (well, more like suspiciously suicidal rants) about how life is fucked and there’s just no point in living it anymore, to various “take that!” pieces towards lovers who have wronged him in times that have long since passed, presumably. Typical topics for country artists, but contorted and warped to the point where they sound like miniature horror stories being yelled and hollered by a crazy, top-hat wearing yokel than the struggles and strife that are endured by the common man/downtrodden fellow. Hell, there’s even a Johnny Cash cover! A twisted, perverted, scummy, bone-chilling, haunting, eerie take on the previously wholesome, innocent love song The Man In Black made for June. I can’t exactly look at it the same way, what with these mysterious hooligans having thoroughly butchered it.

Instrumentation is minimalist and simple. Nothing too fancy or technical here. It’s quite self-explanatory. Despite how evil it is, the rhythms are still toe-tappingly catchy. The drums, being pounded upon by the fiery hands of The Minister, provide anything from a nice, plodding beat you can stomp your feet to, all the way to a rowdy raucous of a banger that’ll have you doing some sort of line dance with the living dead. Lonesome Wyatt beats upon his acoustic guitar like it owes him money. Not even really playing it. Just smashing the strings until weird, disgruntled, odd noises come out of it. He also seems to thoroughly shatter his ability to talk without a sore throat, pushing his voice to its very limits. The bass compliments everything very well, providing a creepy, fuzzy, dirge-like texture in the background to keep the menacing tone alive and well.

All in all, while this may not “experimental”, “avant-garde”, or even “progressive”, this is certainly an album that’ll give you the heebie-jeebies, and for a country album, it is most certainly “out there”. It takes the usual country tropes, and either turns them into something out of a David Lynch movie, or subverts/plays with them to fuck with the audience and make them contort their face with confusion...and excitement. A spooky bit of acoustic noise that’ll restore your faith in country music, and remind you that there is still a small resemblance of a spark left within the dying genre.

Please, I highly recommend you check this out.

This has been another installment of “Esoteric Warfare”, and remember...

NOISE, NOT MUSIC!

#gothic country #those poor bastards

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laughing-with-god · 5 years

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Pandemonium IX

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“Oh I guess they’ll never know, how a young heart really feels, and why I love her so....And they called it puppy love.” -Paul Anka

The feeling was somewhat foreign to you.

But this was to be expected, as it has been a long time since you have kissed someone.

His lips felt very gentle despite being somewhat chapped and they tasted like the dried mango chapstick that you often saw Jungkook carry with him.

You leaned back to depart your connected orifices, but Jungkook leaned forward in response. He was unwilling to let the moment go away that quick.

You opened your eyes and saw his closed ones that were still very much into the moment. He smashed his lips more heavily against yours and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, eyes still open.

It was adorable how into the smooch he was. He was completely lost in the taste of you.

You tapped his shoulder in signal for him to back off.

His doe eyes fluttered back into awareness, a glossy and dreamy look casted over those dark irses. The man child backed away from you, but still held you captive in his giant arms.

His face got redder as he began to process what just happened, but you just giggled.

“Y/n….are you drunk?” His breathy voice asked very carefully. His brow furrowed and you could practically see the gears turning in the little pea-brain of his. It was likely that he thought that this was a drunken mistake and that he may even be taking advantage of you right now. Your rolled you eyes.

“No.”

His brows shot up and he gazed down at you, cheeks still red. “T-then….umm..why?”

“It’s crazy how the human will works right? I can just kinda do whatever I want, whenever I want. Fucking wild, am I right?” You joked, trying to release yourself from his arms now. He shook his head furiously at this and it reminded you of a toddler who was in the beginnings of a temper tantrum. His eyes held such a glossy film over them that it almost made him look teary eyed, while his cheeks were still painted strawberry red and dark brows were furrowed in a brilliant mixture of confusion and frustration. His lips (that you now were familiar with the taste and feel of) were scrunched up in a pout and his black hair wagged back and forth in the motion of shaking his head.

“Y/n~!” He whined, musical voice sounding high and bleak as he bitched.

“I just wanted to know how you would kiss me back, to be honest. I figured you would be like a pre-teen who would freak out and use too much tongue, or get WAY too confident and reach for the boob.” You shrugged. Jungkook scoffed at this explanation.

“I’m literally older than you. You should stop comparing me to a child.” You laughed at this.

“Yeah but women mature faster than men, dude. Even though I’m younger, I’m still like four steps ahead of you mentally.”

His pokable nose scrunched up. “That’s a myth!”

“No.” You said.

“Yuh huh.”

“Nuh uh.

“Yuh huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh-” Jungkook was cut off when you screamed “NUH UH TIMES INFINITY!”

He snapped his mouth shut, and given he wasn’t a barbarian, he clearly knew that he was beat due to the ‘times infinity’ rule. No one could beat that. It was a rule of life.

You smirked at this victory and backed away from him, this time he let you go.

“Where’s your friend?” he asked just now noticing your lack of companionship. You shrugged.

“She went to go talk to someone and I haven’t seen her since.”

His youthful face scrunched up at this, “That’s rude that she just left you…”

“Eh, I’m not going to try to cockblock.” You told him. You weren’t sure if there was something going on between Kat and Lia, but you hoped something would. Lia would make a perfect rebound, and this would be an ideal opportunity for Kat to see right out the bat that there was plenty of fish in the sea just waiting for her.

“So...what are you going to do until the party’s over?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck while shyly looking down.

“I don’t know to be honest.” You responded. But then an idea struck you. You bounced on the heels of your feet and gave him the ole’ razzle dazzle (ie; you trying to bat your eyelashes and smiling stupidly in hopes he would pity you enough to do what you want). “Mayhaps you should get me out of here and buy me something.”

Jungkook’s face shot up, face eager and obvious at the prospect but also slightly disbelieving.

You inwardly snickered, he was like a puppy eager to please.

“Buy you something? Like what? I swear to god (Y/n) if you try to make me fund a shopping spree at ass’oclock at night I’m-” You cut him off by waving your hand.

“Sis, I’m nothing like that. I like being spoiled by food and financial security, not Louis Vuitton bags. I was thinking more like a late night snack?”

Jungkook nodded dumbly at you, eyes still glossy and cheeks pinkened.

You stood there awkwardly for a moment, awaiting him to do something.

“Ummm….my dude this is the part where you whisk me out of here.”

Jungkook bolted into action after being frozen for a second and took your hand into his and lead you back into the house.

He guided you through the drunken mayhem of yelling idiots, obnoxious music, and making out couples and eventually you two got to the front of the house. Parked near curb, was a nice red mustang and you just knew that your little jock-toddler was the proud (if not smug owner) of it.

Confirming this, Jungkook clicked a button on his tiny remote thingy attached to his keys from his spot a few feet away. In response, the mustang’s lights bursted into light.

He jogged ahead of you and opened the passenger seat for you.

You got in while snickering evilly.

The brothers might think that they were your sugar daddies.

But, you were their pimp.

You had a craving for tacos and Kook was nothing but obedient.

You two were eating the drunken snack whilst parked at the Taco Bell parking lot.

“Kook?” You asked after squeezing more salsa onto your taco. He perked up right away and your slightly fuzzy mind released endorphins at this, seeking pleasure at the fact that his body language screamed ‘OBEDIENT PUPPY EAGER TO PLEASE’.

“Yes?” he asked, doe eyes sparkling at you.

“What’s your zodiac sign?” you asked.

His brows furrowed as he thought about it for a second, trying to recall. “Virgo, I think.”

“Oh sis! You’re a perfectionist, huh?”

Jungkook’s delightful voice chuckled. “I don’t know, do you think I am?”

You looked at him up and down while chewing on your food carefully. “I mean to have your muscles, one has to be very disciplined.”

“I guess I can be. But do you like virgos?” He asked, attention fully on you as you stuffed your face.

“Kookie, let me tell you something about me.” You started off dramatically. “I am a woman who beats to the sound of her own drum. I am spontaneous and wild. In other words, I’m not like most girls. You cannot put me in a box, my man.” You leaned close to his face. “I color outside the lines, sis.” You whispered to him, making deep eye contact.

Jungkook giggled, “I don’t follow what this has to do with Virgos?”

You leaned closer to his face, noses bumping as your eyes screamed seriousness as his crinkled in suppressed laughter.

“I don’t fit inside your cookie cutter box, baby boy.” You -attempted to- purr. However right after this, a loud burp escaped you.

Jungkook laughed loudly as you wondered to yourself if you really were drunk? But you decided that you weren’t given that you only had a handful of drinks and you were just more loose and comfortable than what you usually were.

“Are you sure your not drunk?” Jungkook laughed.

“‘HA HA, suck my clit.” You groaned while finishing your treat.

“Clit?” he asked while laughing harder. You rolled your eyes once more. Why did everyone laugh their asses off when you talked? You weren’t even that funny.

You got brief flashbacks of Jimin and all the times he would giggle madly at your unique choice of diction.

“Duh, I can’t say suck my dick. I don’t got one, honey. But please feel free to feast on this clitorous.”

Jungkook roared harder at this, clutching his stomach in hysteria. After a while, he calmed down and turned his attention towards you one more.

“I mean….I wouldn’t mind that.” He said, voice purposefully deeper as he gave you a smouldering gaze while his face twisted up in what he must’ve thought was alpha male attractiveness.

You gasped in disgust.

“I cannot believe that I ever thought you could be a fuckboy.” You told him. “You look like such a Chad when you try to pull bitches.”

Jungkook looked offended, “What you didn’t find that sexy?”

You laughed. “NEVER make that face again in my presence, please. You looked constipated. Also, you are the sexiest when you are an obedient little fella.”

“Obedient?” Jungkook looked unconvinced. “I thought girls liked the ‘daddy’ type of guy.”

You giggled. “Some do. But, I personally like it when you’re all eager to please. My aunt once told me that men are like dogs and needed to be trained. You are perfectly trainable, baby.”

Jungkook was stunned into a silence as your crumpled up your taco wrapper and threw it into the taco bell bag.

“Kookie?”

He broke away from his little trance and snapped his head to you.

A sudden urge to stay with your little puppy fogged your brain. Jungkook was so sweet and gentle and you had no worries of him ever taking advantage of you. Hell, if anyone was going to take advantage of anyone, it was going to be you to him. With his cute little doe eyes and boopable nose. You decided to ask.

“Let me sleep over at your house.”

He slightly coughed at this, eyes widened at your request. “Why?”

“I want to live like a blue blood heiress tonight. I bet you have Netflix AND hulu.”

Jungkook snorted and started his car back up. “Who am I to not be a little obedient puppy?”

Jungkook lived in an apartment that was near campus.

But just because it was an apartment did not at all mean it was shabby.

It was on the top floor of a very high-rise building. It was like a mini-penthouse and you happily skipped around, awwing at the place.

It had a giant living room complimented with a wide ass flat screen, top of the line gaming consoles and a L shaped black couch. A kitchen with a marble island and black barstools, and a balcony that overlooked the shimmering city lights. The entire place smelled faintly of his cologne. It wasn’t a grand amount of space, but considering the city view and the high-class building, you knew it was a luxury apartment. He just didn’t need extra room when it would just be him living there.

No decoration was really seen. All pictures that were hung up were mainly black and white photographs of scenery. You noted that all appliances were either black, white, grey or silver. But you didn’t expect a 21 year old male college student to be into interior design so you shrugged the simplicity off as normal.

You squealed and hopped onto the couch. You openly made yourself comfortable to do what you wished. With Jungkook, you always knew that he would let you walk all over him before he’d ever restrict you in any way. Perhaps this is why you felt so free in an element that was clearly not yours- Jungkook’s home.

“Jungkook! Let’s watch a scary movie!”

He sat beside you and turned on the TV with a remote. “Don’t girls hate those types of movies?”

You explained, “Mama didn’t raise no bitch.”

He laughed and scrolled through some movies on screen as you leaned back into your spot. “Kookie, I know you’re rich and all but how the fuck do you live here?”

He shrugged, eyes still on screen. “My father owns many buildings in the city. Some are apartment buildings. I just had to ask one for a place and they gave it to me. I don’t even have to pay rent.”

“You should let me move in.” You joked. Jungkook halted his movie-searching.

“Anytime you want.” Is all he said which slightly baffled you at the seriousness in his tone. “So Saw or The Conjuring?”

You settled on The Conjuring and he happily obliged. He got up for a minute as the opening scene played out, only to return with a big fluffy grey blanket that he threw over you two.

To your surprise, he nestled himself very close to you and threw his hefty arm over your smaller form.

If it was any guy, you might have been put off by this. But it was Kookie. And despite his image, he was harmless. Like a puppy. All bark but no bite. Even if you wanted to push him away, images of his iron man socks, video gaming sessions and IU posters would pop up into your head and dismiss that idea right away.

You cuddled closer to his side.

Having an overgrown obedient child with muscles the size of Texas on your side wouldn’t hurt you.

And to be honest, he was really cute.

In a puppy way though…...

Peaceful slumber was evilly ripped from your clutch as you felt your still form begin to shake.

You groaned, deep within your throat (that you noted was really dry) and the sound was raspy yet far away in your ears.

You pulled your worthless pile of bones closer to the heat source and smushed your head into the soft and thick object.

The shaking got more persistent, causing you to slowly become more aware of things you didn’t wish to wake to.

Slowly, a sound joined on the shaking.

A breathy voice calling for your name. “Y/n~”

It was like a siren that gently forced you to open your eyes.

Jungkook’s adolescent face was the first thing that you saw.

His eyes cinkeling cheerfully (yet tiredly) as his little overbite show casted in the form of a gentle smile. The soft and thick object you had smushed your face in? His chest.

You were in a king sized bed, and you had awaken to see that you had slept through the night whilst being face-to-face with Jungkook.

“You have a really nice mattress.” You complimented him (openly trying to ignore all the other factors at play here), voice raspy and bleak from the effect of sleep.

Jungkook smiled. “How about that brunch?”

You and Jungkook got up and began your day.

He handed you a large hoodie of his and said that you could wear it if you wanted. You took the large ‘Puma’ hoodie because you didn’t feel right going to brunch in the now wrinkled and taco-smelling crop top that you adowned last night. He handed you an extra tooth brush and you two brushed your teeth together.

“This is so fucking domestic, dude.” You had told him.

He had chuckled and spit into the sink, “Yeah it’s like we’re married and shit bro.”

You mentioned that last night’s makeup was nowhere to be seen on your face. Jungkook blushed and slyly admitted that he heard how sleeping in makeup was bad so he cleaned your face off with a wipe after you fell asleep during the movie. Next, he took you to his bedroom since he didn’t think the couch was good enough. He swore he didn’t try anything while

sleeping next to you and you just laughed it off but thanked him for taking such good care of you.

If he had a tail, you could’ve sworn that it would’ve been wagging at the sound of your praise.

You patted his head and said, “Good boy.”

Then, you two headed out to the overly expensive brunch place that Jungkook had looked up.

Both of you clad in oversized hoodies, slight bed head and tired but happy faces.

“So do you want blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip?” Jungkook asked.

You two were seated at a booth. However, you two were sat at the same side. You had your head (that was partly covered by a hood) rested on his buff shoulder while he read the menu and gave you the options for brunch.

Like a father and daughter, the way he read it to you as you childishly laid yourself on him.

“Bold of you to assume I want pancakes, bun.” You said while nuzzling yourself closer to him. “Waffles are god tier breakfast food and I’m not even about to argue.”

Jungkook laughed and you felt the vibration from under you. “Waffles it is, babygirl.”

He called over a waiter and ordered the food with suave.

“Jungkook?” You called out.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think you’re more like your mother or more like your father?” It was a question that was meant to get to know a person. Certainly, it would give insight to not only Jungkook’s personality, but his parents. His head turned towards you, and due to your position on his shoulder, your noses were only a centimeter apart and your eyes were extremely close and boring into each others at such a proximity.

“Ummm...I don’t remember my mom that much. She left the country when I was very young. And my dad is very opposite of me. Pretty cold and distant in all honesty.” Jungkook paused, round eyes looking down for a second. “How about you?”

You avoided the obvious land mine that was his sensitive family history. You didn’t want to be responsible for ruining the light-hearted vibe that was supposed to come along with brunch. So, you just focused on answering the question with a joyful smile.

“I’m more like my mother, without a doubt. I’ve always been told I got the smart ass gene from my mom.” You said, peering up at him.

“What’s your mother like?” He asked, seemingly very interested.

“She’s very head-strong and outspoken. When I was in first grade, there was a boy who would pick on me sometimes. I asked my mom for advice. And she knew the boy and his family because they lived near us. She told me to tell the boy that his mom was fat and his dad was bald and the future wasn’t looking bright for him. I got detention but my mom took me out for ice cream because she was proud.” The memory was fond to you as it just showed your mom’s unorthodox methods of raising you into the very witty woman you were now.

Jungkook laughed hard at that, his closeness allowing you to observe his eye crinkles with much more detail.

“I’d love to meet your mom.” he said while gazing down at you with admiration in his big brown eyes.

“I’d love that too.” You responded.

“Is she better after her accident?” Kook asked, surprising you with his memory.

“Yeah, it wasn’t that serious to begin with. Can’t believe your brother found a way to pay for her medical shit.”

Jungkook grumbled at that, face turning pouty. “It’s not fair, if I knew about your mom before he did, I would’ve done something too!”

You laughed. “I’m sure you would have Jungkook. How about you will be the first one to meet her, huh?” You didn’t care how unrealistic the proposition was, you wanted to cheer up the babe. And it worked, his face brightening up almost instantly.

A ding on your phone sounded and you checked to see who it was.

It was Kat.

‘I’m gonna skip past where the fuck you are and go straight to WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU SEEN KISSING A FUCKBOY AT THE PARTY?!’

{AUTHOR”S NOTE: so lmao funny story. Whilst I was writing this, god striked upon me and now only one of my headphones work. Love that. Wish I could make money off tumblr (you know like youtubers do) bc a bitch broke. So school is starting and I gotta say, I can’t pull off that many all nighters anymore. Updates will probably slow down a bit but like I think I gave you guys a lot over my break??? Also, hello to like a bunch of you guys who recently discovered Pandemonium??? A lot of you hoes came out of the woodwork so like hey. Hit up my inbox with what you guys thought of this chapter while I knock out the 17 requests I got.}

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long-bodyswap · 5 years

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Oh brother

(don’t have the credits)

Chapter 1“Did you see that play?!” Macky asked me as he lovingly hugged me in his arms and lifted me into the air after scoring the winning touchdown. He was being borderline too affectionate, and I had to hiss at him to let me down when he instinctively tried to kiss me. “Bro! We’re in public! Put me down so we can take pictures. You’ll get your reward later!” I hiss playfully into his ear. He begrudgingly puts me down as we pose for some photos together. “Hey Andy.” “Yeah, Bro?” I answer. “You’re the best little brother ever. I just wanted you to know that. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I know what’s gonna be getting into you when we get back to the house.” “You’re the best big brother ever. I love you, and I’m so happy to give you your victory fuck.” He gives my ass a playful squeeze, risking getting seen in public. The element of danger makes it so hot. Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to get back to the house. You know, Macky sure is right- I’m the best little brother ever…or I would be if I actually was his little brother. 3 days agoSo my name is Shane and I’m just your typical gay guy who’s hopelessly in love with the high school quarterback. I’ve never even flirted with him, but maybe I’ve had one too many lingering glances at him because Macky seems to have sniffed out my adoration. And the worst part is for as much as he gives me hell, I don’t stop feeling this way. I just have an instinct that he’s secretly gay, but just can’t admit it. Either not now or not to me (the only openly gay guy in our high school) because physically I’m just not in line with his desires. I mean after all, he’s a toned, strong, football jock and I’m an overly thin, bony, computer nerd. I try to keep the extent of my research a secret because the nerd shit is just another bullet that Macky uses against me. Unknown to him though, and the entire world, I may have invented something that could give me the chance to finally get close enough to him to see what he’s really like. The running name for the prototype is Project Transfero, short for the Latin phrase, Transfero Transtuli Translatum, meaning “to transfer.” Hey, I didn’t say poetic prototype names were my specialty. But anyway, this device I have built will allow me to transfer my consciousness into another human being and dominate their body and mind. If my calculations are correct, I will have access to their memories and abilities in an intuitive manner whilst still maintaining all of my essence. I will upload my old, empty body with a basic artificial intelligence program I designed that mimics my most recognizable behaviors. To friends and family I will appear to be completely normal, though I have severely hampered the AI’s intellect so as to avoid any technological conflicts in the future or a scary Terminator doomsday scenario. I also have a secondary program that will surely come in handy. But I digress… Earlier today I was thrilled beyond belief when opportunity came directly to my locker. “Hey. So word’s gone around you got a perfect score on the SAT. Andy is taking the PSAT next week and I was wondering if you could help him out. The kid’s pretty bright, but I bet a little bit of your influence and he’d be a National Merit Scholar. I already talked to him, and he’s cool with this even though I have some concerns…” “Not a problem, Macky. Tell him to come over at 8pm.” “Look, I appreciate your help. I really am grateful, but…no funny business if you know what I mean…” “We’re crystal clear, Macky. We’re just turning your bro into a national merit scholar, that’s it.” He awkwardly thanks me again before walking off to rejoin his football bros. “Shit, that was the scariest/best moment of the week.” I speak to myself aloud. Project Transfero is officially in motion. “Oh we’re gonna make Andy a National Merit Scholar alright. I’m pretty sure Andy’s gonna rocking out from now on…”As agreed, Macky’s little brother arrived at 8 pm on the dot. He seemed exactly like a mini version of his older brother, just maybe 2 years and a growth spurt behind. I could still instantly see a fine and sexy young man in the making. Andy…I’ve always loved that name; it just rolls off the tongue nicely. I invite him inside and to my relief he is a much gentler and sweeter soul than his brother. “I want to thank you for helping me, and sorry about my bro. He’s just over protective because our dad walked out on the family when we were young. The guy’s only two years older than me, but he has always felt like he had to step up and take over the father role.” “That must have been tough,” I try to say nicely and thoughtfully as I hide my grin. “Say, can I get you a drink before we start?” “Oh a sprite would be awesome man! Thanks.” “Oh, not a problem at all,” I reply as I run to the kitchen, pour two glasses, and top his off with a clear and tasteless fluid. Andy gulps his whole drink down right away, and I struggle to contain the excitement building up inside me as he begins losing consciousness. His dose was sufficient that he doesn’t even process the likelihood of a spiked drink. There is no struggle. Instead he just says he needs a nap and plummets into a deep sleep. Fuck. Yeah. “ungggg…what the? Where am I?” Andy asks groggily. Finding himself strapped to a table, he begins pulling at his restraints, soon realizing they are unbreakable. “Dude What the fuck?! What is this shit?! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!” “Andy, I wouldn’t waste your energy. You’ll need it if you want to put up a good fight,” I say as I finish up the final touches on the software settings. “I hope you know this isn’t personal.” “OH MY GOD! Are you gonna kill me?! Is this because of Macky? I promise he’ll be nicer to you! Just please let me go!” “I have every intention of letting you go…once we’re done here. Say, have you ever heard of that old saying ‘Always want what you can’t have?’” Andy doesn’t respond. He just grits his teeth as he ferociously struggles to pull out of his straps. “Andy, don’t worry. This will all be over soon,” I let him know with a soothing tone as I try to place the helmet contraption on his thrashing head. “No Dude! Get that thing away!” Andy can see that the helmet device is connected to my computer terminal. He probably thinks I’ve built some sort of electric chair. I like a little bit of struggle, but this is just ridiculous. I go and grab a little solution that I concocted a while back. It’s basically a fluid that can be sprayed like an air freshener, but breathing it causes temporary relaxation of both body and mind. I put on a respirator, spray the thrashing Andy, and wait for the fumes to dissipate before safely removing my mask. “Fuck man! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! You won’t get away with this. You can’t-not gonna win-son of a –piece of shit-kick your-just wait til Macky hears-stop….” And Andy’s pupils suddenly widen as he stops tugging against his bindings and just lays like a good boy on the table, breathing deeply and slowly. “What are you going to do to me?” He asks, completely tranquil and struggling to focus on the severity of the situation. “Just focus on how good you feel right now. Okay, Andy?” I say as I step up onto the adjacent table and begin fitting my own helmet. “Wait, why do you have a helmet?” Andy asks softly. I just finished fitting the device to myself and that’s when I insert my mind-clone AI chip into the secondary input slot so it can be downloaded and run my body after my consciousness is done transferring. “Sometimes people do crazy things for love, maybe even unethical things,” I say before clicking the launch button. 3… “Please, Shane…” 2… “What are you…” 1… “Stop…” BOOM! My head feels like a swirling hurricane as I feel myself losing my gained knowledge. Algorithms, code, chemistry, biology, all of that is leaching out of my mind as it is ruthlessly downloaded into Andy’s brain. I try to remain calm, but Andy is feeling overwhelmed by the sheer rush of knowledge. In spite of the relaxant, his adrenaline is reviving his panic as he howls out and yanks on his restraints again. “NO PLEASE! It’s too much! I CAN’T!” he yells as he tries in vain to shake the helmet off. I continue to feel my mind hollowing out as my preferences and personality traits begin transferring into Andy, leaving me numb, but having a different effect on Andy… With all of my knowledge and research he has realized what I have built and what is happening. He begins crying as he realizes that in a matter of minutes he will be completely possessed by me, but as my preferences and personality are downloaded into him he stops struggling and notices his cute and toned body all sweaty from his struggle. He knows he’s supposed to like girls; deep inside he’s always been compassionate to gays, but also 100% straight. None of that matters though as he gives in to new desires to touch himself and appreciate his body from a whole new point of view. He begins groaning as he desires to rub his lean abs and cup his balls while pumping that well-endowed cock just so he can taste his own man juices as they shoot out of his cock like water out of a super soaker-he whines and curses his restraints as he tries in vain to touch himself. Andy reaches new heights of arousal as all of my vivid sexual fantasies about possession, mind control, etc. enter and reprogram him. This formerly struggling cutie is now thrusting his hips into the air, helplessly thinking about cute boys, gay sex, the rush of possession and being reprogramed by my essence…even the thought of getting his brother’s cock up his virgin ass. “Oh Fuck yeah!” he shouts between pants as he keeps grinding his hips into the air. “Yeah! Fill me up! Take me over! Make me better! Use my sexy boy body to get the best dick in town! Oh YEAH! You’re gonna get my cherry popped by Macky’s juicy cock! You’re gonna use my cute bubble butt to milk his juices out of his cock!” Andy is shivering in pleasure and ecstasy, overwhelmed by the constant flow of data. Finally, I black out as the final phase initiates and my consciousness begins transferring. Andy is howling in delight as his back arches and he knows what’s coming. My consciousness is downloaded into his brain as his central nervous system adapts to a new resident. Andy moans out in ecstasy as the computer screen flashes to green, TRANSFER SEQUENCE COMPLETE. But at the last minute he has a moment of clarity as I begin unlocking Andy’s memories and personality, ensuring that they will be available to me. “Wait-this isn’t right. This is wrong! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?! GET OUT OF ME! PLEASE MAN!!!! YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF ME! DON’T DO THIS! YOU CAN’T- UNNNGGGGGGG!!!!” He screams loudly as the pressure in his balls builds and he knows he can’t control what’s coming. His toes are curling and his fists are balled tightly as he strains in a last act of futile resistance. The moment right before he blows his load, my vision comes into clear focus, seeing through Andy’s eyes and hearing his hollers of pleasure leaving my mouth as I have my first orgasm in his fit body. “OH FUCKKKKKKKK UMMMMMMMYEAH!” I shout as I writhe helplessly as my new cock pours a sea of hot cum into these gym shorts. Fuck! This dick didn’t even get touched a single time! Oh My God! I’m laughing in joyous laughter, feeling my hips thrust with every spurt of warm cum and shouting out every time I feel Andy’s dick seize up. Oh I want nothing more than to reach down and taste my new juices, but my restraints are frustratingly effective. Right as I relax my arched back and begin riding this wave of orgasmic afterglow, I see my old body open its eyes and undo the straps on the helmet. Perfect. “Hello, Master. Everything has gone according to plan,” My old body says in a monotonous tone. “Well, this was unplanned,” I say pointing at my cum soaked crotch, “But I’m not complaining. Anyway, do you understand your programing? It’s time to act like Shane. I didn’t mind clone myself for nothing. And call me Andy.” My old body’s face remains blank for a second or two before finally his facial expression perks up and his vocal tone matches my own. “Hey Sorry about that Andy. I’m ready to fill in and put on a good show for everyone. So anyway, what can I help you with?” the new Shane asks with convincing humanity. “Well, for starters you could unbind me. And get me a clean pair of shorts.” I say with a giggle and a wink. I make the short walk back to Andy’s house after getting cleaned up- decided to save my full body examination for Andy’s personal bathroom. It really is crazy- I have all of myself intact, but I have all of Andy’s knowledge and memories available to me. I can literally see the layout of his house flashing through my mind. I’m upstairs, last room at the end of the hall to the left, far enough away that nobody will hear some light moaning. I know that because I can remember Andy locking his door and beating off this already thick and long cock to internet porn. Lots of tits and pussies filling his browser history. Better get used to dicks and ass, buddy! I walk in the side door of my new house and Macky hollers from the kitchen: “How was it?” “It was great! Learned a shit ton. That PSAT is toast.” “No funny business right? I don’t wanna have to have a long, painful chat with Shane. And- wait what are you wearing?” “Bro? haha shorts and a tee. Dude, you should go get your eyes checked.” “Nah man, you wore your favorite shorts tonight. The red ones that you’ve won so many 5k’s in. Did Shane-“ “Don’t worry! I just spilled a sprite all over myself. It was my bad, and Shane was nice enough to lend me some spare boxers and shorts. The guy’s even washing my soiled clothes. You’re really too hard on the guy sometimes,” I say convincingly as I run up the stairs and crash into Andy’s room, practically a tornado of motion as I try to rip these clothes off so I can worship this fit body. Fuck, being that close to Macky without him being all homophobic is making me so damn hard. Right as I slip out of these boxers and find myself nude on Andy’s bed I peer over at the clock and see it’s midnight, meaning it’s officially the first day of the rest of my life. God, how can I be this hard after that load I blew earlier?! Gotta take care of that right now! Chapter 1.5We’re done with all the pictures and I’m riding shotgun with Macky, who is still elated after scoring the winning touchdown. Normally he’d shower with the rest of the team, but he practically carried me to the car, bent on getting home ASAP. “Are you sure you don’t wanna shower with your bros and celebrate your win?” I ask him as we cruise along the road to our home. “You’re the only bro that matters and we’ll be celebrating, alright,” he says with a wink that makes me blush. I’ve been in Andy’s body for 3 days now, and I’m already realizing this was the best decision I’ve ever made. I flash my now older brother a devilish smile before I reach a toned arm over and grab his thick man meat, massaging it with my soft hands and enjoying the feeling of it growing in my grip. “ohhhhhhhhhh fuck….Andy that feels so good. Wait, we should-“ “Start celebrating right now” I interrupt as I lean over at the redlight and grab his face, forcing my tongue into his mouth and enjoying this passionate kiss as he explores my mouth also. “I know you’re good for more than one round of celebration” I tease him as I slide my hand into his football pants and grab his rod and begin stroking him. I know he can’t wait any longer when he’s moaning like a bitch in heat as he thrusts into my grip on his cock. “Oh fuck bro! GOD YEAH MAN THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” Macky shouts as I begin sliding his 8 inches into my mouth and down my perfectly relaxed throat. He surprises me when he involuntarily thrusts the last 2 inches into me, immediately bringing my lips down to the base of his cock, forcing me to take in the sweaty man odor of his trimmed bush. I breathe it in gladly as I get ready for one hell of a car ride home. He grabs at the T-shirt I changed into, letting me know how much my mouth pleases him. 2 Days AgoThe clock just hit midnight which means this is the first day of the rest of my life. Fuck, I’ve gone from the bony computer nerd to the toned and future jock star little brother of Macky, the formerly unattainable subject of my affection. But laying here in Andy’s bed, having just implanted my knowledge, personality, and consciousness into his brain, fully possessing him, I feel like anything is possible. Anything except for these damn socks. Fuck, I’m trying to kick em off without reaching down to use my hands, but these little suckers just aren’t cooperating. I smile having a memory flash into my head of Andy having the same struggle until finally- shoop- I get that sucker off and kick it off the side of the bed. God damn, finally, I’m completely naked laying on Andy’s bed. With a chance to take it all in I take a minute to close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of Andy’s soft sheets on his golden skin. Getting curious, I swing my feet off the bed and walk over to Andy’s bathroom and stand before the full length body mirror. Right before I can dive into my exploration, Andy’s or I mean my, phone vibrates so I walk over to the bed where I left the phone and see a text of a screenshot snap from a friend. Oh how fucking ironic. I chuckle and roll my eyes playfully before returning to the bathroom and looking straight into Andy’s eyes. I really love his prominent eyebrows, so I work on using them to make all sorts of ridiculous expressions, making him look concerned, Sherlock Holmes inquisitive, angry, sassy, and everything in between. “God, puberty is a beautiful thing,” I say aloud, enjoying my new voice and seeing a flash of what Andy looked like not too long ago in the form of a memory with his older sister. Oh yeah, thank God for puberty. I laugh some more, enjoying Andy’s not fully developed voice. It’s not fully developed yet, but it has an indisputable masculine quality that still retains just a shred of boyish charm. I look back into the mirror and taunt Andy a bit. “You didn’t put up much of a fight, eh? I’m thinking you wanted me in here all along. Yeah? That your kink? You always wanted someone else inside you, using your body to do this?” I say as I begin lightly caressing his face, using Andy’s mouth to seductively suck on one of his fingers. “Oh you’re just a little whore inside aren’t you? Yeah, little player, huh? Bet you never thought you’d be doing this I bet. Unnggggg dammmnnn yeah” I moan as I clamp my eyes shut and toss my head back, enjoying the feeling of Andy’s sensitive nipples being stroked by his soft fingertips. Oh yeah I start circling them, already feeling my breathing pick up, but then my whole body twitches a bit as I grab one of those perky nipples and give it a good pinch. “Oh fuck!” I hiss as I feel Andy’s dick twitch. I use my left hand to go back and forth between both nipples, pinching and twisting and pulling enough to send sparks through my central nervous system, occasionally just grabbing the whole pec and rubbing the developing mound of lean muscle. My right hand does a full survey of Andy’s left arm, feeling every toned ridge of his lean triceps down to his strong forearms from doing lax and football, just like Macky. Soon I’m running a hand along Andy’s chiseled abs, enjoying the way they feel as I run my hand along them while taking deep breaths. “Mmmmmm yeah, you little punk. These are mine now. This body is mine now. Thanks for being so athletic you little twink. I can’t wait to see what your abs look like when you’ve got a thick cock cumming in your hole. You’re gonna be using all the strength in your body to clamp that dick where it belongs- balls deep inside you. Oh fuck yeah!” I taunt as I spit on the mirror and enjoy watching Andy lick up his own saliva off the mirror. I’m getting so hard so fast now! In seconds, Andy’s dick is standing at 7 full inches and nice thickness. “This is mine now!” I shout as I grab that man meat and stare Andy’s reflection in the eye again. “This is my cock and I’m gonna use it whenever I want and however I want! Yeah, you little whore. You just love it when I stroke you like THIS! Oh MOTHERFUCK! YEAH MAN! You’re dick is great! Unnnnnggggg Yeah!” I yell as I thrust into this skilled grip. Holy crap, I’m still using the left hand to tweak these sensitive nipples and it feels even better now that I’m jerking Andy’s cock like this! I rub that hand over these abs which are popping like crazy now that my hips are thrusting like this. Mmmmm yeah, Andy’s lean, but strong thighs look so nice right now. And I fucking love his legs. Those calves are perfect. Strong, but lean and toned, just like the rest of his body, but he’s got a nice coat of dirty blonde hair trailing up his legs and up his thighs, getting lighter and lighter until it barely meets Andy’s trimmed bush. Fuck! I’m getting close! I leave the bathroom and hop onto the bed, dick pointed straight up as I grab Andy’s cock again and begin thrusting desperately into my grip, grabbing at the sheets with the other hand and curling my toes as I scrunch my face up in one orgasmic expression of pleasure as I pump the holy fucking shit out of Andy’s cock. “Ohhhhhh FUCK you feel so good Andy! I fucking love your body! GOD DAMN MAN Wooooooo” I gasp as I thrash my head around on his bed, hyperventilating and finally feeling his balls tighten. Damn this feels so much better than that first orgasm. I quickly grab Andy’s balls with my left hand and begin massaging them right as my back arches, throwing me into the air, as every muscle seems to contract at once and the first shot of cum flies and lands perfectly in my gasping mouth! I quickly swallow Andy’s delicious cum and try to scream, but no sound exits my gaping mouth! I just writhe and squirm, trying to comprehend how good this feels as shot after shot of hot cum coats my lean chest and abs. I finally let go of Andy’s dick and just stare in amazement as this dick just keeps launching cum. Right as Andy’s cock finally stops this insane orgasm I black out from the pleasure, overwhelmed by my first ride in Andy’s sexy body. I wake up just a few minutes later, happy that the cum is still warm from being on my burning hot torso. Shit, I’m still breathing like I just won a 5k and I’m sweating like a pig. “That was awesome” I coo as I scoop Andy’s cum into his hand and ruthlessly devour it, sparing no drop. “Andy, even your cum tastes so fucking good. God you’re such a perfect little stud.” I say aloud as I lay in bed and think.After enjoying my afterglow I decide to shower and resume the primary goal- to pursue Macky now that I’m inside his hot younger brother. Chapter 2“OH FUCKKKKKKK!!!!” Macky shouts as he dumps endless rivers of cum down my throat. I hungrily eat every last drop, making sure that whatever didn’t get dumped directly down Andy’s throat is immediately consumed. Macky is shivering with pleasure and giddy joy and I actually have to grab the stearing wheel because he doesn’t see that truck that just slowed down. “Holy Shit Balls that was close dude!” Macky shouts, breaking out of his euphoria. We both laugh together and he just says, “We’ll have to practice the road head more. I’ve gotta work on my focus,” he tells me with a wink as he reaches his hand and grabs my firm rod through the silky fabric of these shorts, firmly gripping and massaging the rock hard mound trapped in this compression underwear. He keeps rubbing me until a wet spot forms on my compressions, a nice healthy flow of Andy’s precum as well as my squirming body and attempts to keep my moaning under control let Macky know how much I want him, how much his loving brother, Andy, is turned on by him. When he slips his hand into these compression shorts and wraps his strong fingers around Andy’s marble hard cock, he knows this cock is hard because I want his body and his dick cumming inside me as our sweaty bodies are grinding all over one another. He looks at me intently, squeezing, massaging, stroking, jacking my cock as I flash him a smile, gasping for breath and ask him, “Are we there yet?”“Bro, you better be a good boy. You ask me that again and I’ll pull this car over right now and we’ll start on the side of the road,” Macky says with wickedly cute mischief. I just lay back and relax, moaning in appreciation as Macky expertly pumps my cock, bringing me closer and closer to shooting a load all over his new car. Fuck, that would be hot! Then we can both lick it off together. Mmmmmm God, I love Macky, but I love possessing his little bro, Andy, even more!2 Days Ago… After that amazing orgasm in Andy’s body, I decide to shower and explore some more, enjoying the feeling of the hot water rolling off of Andy’s skin. After drying off and doing some sexy faces at my reflection I decide to get dressed. Hmmmm a memory flashes into my head of Andy and his two siblings. I guess the guy has a safe sense of style. I’ll start introducing my affinity for bright colors and neon into his life eventually, but not this week. I just want to blend in and get some one on one time with Macky. Luckily, big sis is already in college, so I don’t have to worry about her ruining my fun. For now, I remember that Andy and Macky had been planning on going to a game today- the memory of getting the tickets a few months back flashed clearly in my mind.It’s really too bad that my new parent, Andy’s stepdad, couldn’t end up going with us on the big day, but that’ll just give me more one on one time with Macky. Mmmmmmm yeah, some one on one time is exactly what I need to set this plan in motion. I go back to Andy’s bathroom and expertly navigate his cabinets and drawers, finding the randomly scattered things like toothpaste, deodorant, some hair product, etc. Before I start, I take a whiff of Andy’s underarms. Mmmmmm such a delicious boy odor. I take another sniff and then I just all out huff in as much of Andy as I can, eventually licking these pits clean, tasting Andy’s funkiness with his own mouth. I need more! I grab a pair of Andy’s dirty underwear from a run and hold it against my face, sniffing in the musk and getting hard in the process. I look directly in the mirror as I continue breathing in Andy’s scent, eventually moaning in satisfaction as I rub the filthy underwear all over my body. Mmmmmmfuck- I manage to stop myself before I get fully hard. Better wait til later! I just have to resist temptation and finish getting ready, so I pop the deodorant cap and do a teenwolf style play bite at my reflection. I feel so powerful and sexy as I do something as simple as roll deodorant on Andy’s underarms. “Yeah, you can’t even do this for yourself. You need someone like me inside you to do it for you!” I playfully lash out at the mirror. I grab some of Andy’s underarm hair and try to mentally measure those coarse dirty blonde waves. “Not a boy, but not yet a man. Oh you needed me inside you to make you a man,” I laugh some more at my taunts. Mmmmm even something as ridiculous as putting Andy’s deodorant on can feel so empowering. I bet this’ll never get old! Still elated from doing Andy’s morning routine, I quickly do a mental survey of his bathroom and realize I was going to be bringing about some positive changes. “Really, man? No facial cleanser? I mean, overall you’ve been blessed with good skin, Andy, but we’re gonna do every little thing we can to keep you perfect. I’m gonna get a good moisturizer to use on your face because I plan on preserving your boyishly cute good looks for as long as I possibly can. And I’m digging your robust eyebrows, but I’m gonna get a good pair of tweezers to make sure they’re kept neat and clean looking. Several memories flash through my head of Andy complaining about all this shit I’ve mentioned being too girly. My new mom had the right idea, trying to get Andy on board with skin care, but to his core he always resisted, insisting it’s not what guys do. “Well, Andy, it’s what YOU do now!” I exclaim as I smirk at his reflection, sensually licking one of his fingers and sucking on it, adding more and more fingers until my mouth is full enough to practice for Macky’s thick cock. I know it’s thick because Andy has several memories of seeing that beast, not up close, but in various locker room and quick clothes changing scenarios. Ohhhh but now that I’m inside Andy, he’s gonna be getting really up close and personal with some brotherly dick!“Andy! Hurry up! We have to leave now or parking’s gonna be a nightmare!” Macky hollers from downstairs. Shit, I’ll have to scheme later. Time to be a good brother I think as I grab some clothes and run downstairs. Thank God it’s Saturday! Nothing like spending some quality time with MY older brother. As I walk outside I realize Macky and I are almost matching. We’re both decked out in Navy Blue with our Georgetown hats and ready to enjoy a good game. Mmmmm Macky is looking extra on point today. Just from watching him I can see I have a lot to look forward to growing up in Andy’s body. We hop in Macky’s car and the drive is kind of quiet and awkward, so I decide to do some probing. “So have you heard back from that Shane guy?” I ask, trying to stir the melting pot of repressed frustration.“I don’t want you to get help from him anymore.”“But, why? He was super helpful, and really nice to me.”“I just don’t trust the guy. I mean you know about him right?”“It sounds like you don’t trust yourself,” I blurt out. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Macky asks a little shaken and caught off guard. Andy’s memories flash through my head as I respond.“Bro, you hardly ever hang out with your girlfriend. I never even see you guys texting or messaging or anything. I’ve seen you around some of your buds, and when you bring your guy friends over you get really touchy. There was one time where I borrowed your laptop and a porn site was still on your browser, but there wasn’t any pussy or tits…” I say with fake concern in my tone. Wow, Andy really repressed a lot of dirt on his big bro. I’m honestly so frustrated as I sift through Andy’s memories and see that he basically dumped all this incriminating evidence in the Just a Fluke/Better Not Bring It Up part of his mind. Jesus.“Andy….I…Uhhhh…I just clicked the wrong link. I-““Hey. Bro,” I say looking him dead on, “I want you to feel comfortable telling me anything. You’ve been such a good big brother all these years. It’s about time I repay the favor.”“Andy, it’s not like that.”“You know I’m here for you.”“Bro! Just chill. It’s not like that. Okay. Thank you for extending open arms and all, but I’m not gay. That’s just wrong. And I don’t hate gays, I just don’t want that guy Shane to get any ideas in your head.” Oh that guy Shane got wayyyyyy more than a few ideas in Andy’s head I think to myself with mischievous satisfaction. I decide to let up on my probing, feeling all the more convinced that Macky is a melting pot of repressed homosexual desire. As I doze off for the rest of the car ride I make sure to spread Andy’s legs so my crotch is in plain view. I don’t even need to open my eyes to know that Macky is sneaking glances. It would be pointless to fight the grin emerging on my face, as I twist Andy’s face into one of satisfaction, so I just ride with it. Maybe deep down Macky’s hoping I’m having a fun dream about him. Once we arrive and get the car parked we immediately run into one of Macky’s best buds, Ben, who takes a pic of Macky and me. You can see what I meant earlier when I said we were accidentally matching. And I’ll be God damned if I’ve ever seen two bros who looked more all-American and adorable. The game is pretty boring, even for the part of Andy’s mind I have at my disposal, so I kind of zone out, cheering when Macky does and just going through the motions. But then I see how I can spice up my afternoon. I’m going to test the limits of Andy’s cuteness, so I start making lingering eye contact with Ben, enjoying his nervous fidgeting and blushing cheeks. My sick perversion of Andy’s usually cool and “bro” self continues as I look directly into Ben’s eyes and slowly bring my hotdog to my mouth and lightly lick the end of the meat before opening wide and slowly shoving in as much weiner as I can in a single bite. I even close my eyes and lean my head back slightly, making Andy look like a cock hungry gay boy for the whole world to see. Luckily, Macky is actually trying to follow the game intently, so he doesn’t see me using Andy’s mouth to put on a show, or the tenting emerging in Ben’s pants. He gasps, unable to control his urges as he picks up his phone and begins frantically typing. Just a few seconds later I feel Andy’s phone vibrate and open it to find an old selfie and a message from Ben. LET’S FUCK! BATHROOM! PLEASE!I suck in a deep breath from shock and quickly look at him and shake my head no. I lie and write to him: I’m seeing someone. I don’t consider this a lie because I plan on making Macky mine…all in good time. For now though it’s just me, Macky, Ben, and a new message with an irritated frowny face and the word TEASE! You better not tell anyone or I’ll fuck up your world! I just smirk at him with Andy’s cute face and message him back: Don’t forget who has the leverage here. At the same time I raise Andy’s phone and show him the photo and dirty message he sent. It was like Check and mate. I do let him know though if things don’t work out he’ll be the first guy I call. This seems to brighten his mood, but deep down I know there’s nothing worse than false hope. Mehh…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. We get back that Saturday night to an empty house- Just Macky and me for the rest of the weekend since the folks are off on some Napa Valley excursion. It’s pretty late now, and Macky seems pretty tired so he retires to his room. I follow and pop into his room as he’s in the middle of changing and catch him shirtless. God, this is what I’ve dreamed of for so long, to be this close to him and see that built torso, so strong from football and training. I want nothing more than to grab one of those meaty pecs and suck on his nipples until he shivers from satisfaction. “Hey bro, you need something?” he asks.“No, but you do,” I say sensually as I slowly walk up to Macky and lightly run one of Andy’s fingers over his pecs. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. “Andy, I-““Shhhhhh,” I coo as I place another finger gently on his lips, shutting him up and forcing him to suck on my finger as I playfully force Andy’s digit into his mouth. With the hand still on Macky’s pecs I begin circling closer and closer to those hard nipples until I reach those sweet spots and begin stroking and lightly twisting back and forth between them both, making him gasp in disbelief as his inhibitions diminish. Macky closes his eyes as I bring my lips to his. We have a long moment where we just stand close to one another, eventually having a moment of long eye contact. Macky’s mind seems wracked by conflicted wants and desires, but finally he gives in and leans towards me, opening his mouth slightly and gently moving his tongue into Andy’s mouth. I meet his tongue with Andy’s and we slowly begin wrapping our arms around one another, caressing and affectionately rubbing each other’s bodies. I run Andy’s hands along the ridges of Macky’s strong back and he reaches into my shirt places his hands under my armpits and begins rubbing and flicking Andy’s nipples with his thumbs, making me coo in blissful gratitude. The kissing grows more intense, our mouths open wider and wider until little is holding us back. It’s a battle of tongues and wills as our explorations of each other’s bodies intensifies to match our passionate kissing. Hands are moving, rubbing, and caressing in a flurry of sexual desire as we both heat up and feel that rise in body heat that can only be explained by a sexual surge of lustful testosterone. Macky gasps and moans out when I finally can’t take it anymore and I grab onto him tightly and begin grinding Andy’s rock hard boner against Macky’s, the soft fabric of our underwear sending jolts of sensation into our cocks. He grabs onto me too, locking us together as we both ravenously grind our cocks together, moaning out as we both start showing dark wet spots from all the precum. Holy fucking shit! This moment that I’ve dreamed of for so long is finally happening! I reach my hand into Macky’s snug boxers and grab his cock, gently stroking it and playing with his cockhead, rubbing his precum around the whole head and making him squirm and groan in ecstasy. I begin picking up my intensity, still locking lips with him as I begin pumping his 8 inch cock, making him finally give in and egg me on.“Oh my fuck! Andy, that feels so good!” He pants as he buries his face in my neck and begins taking in my scent, licking Andy’s flesh and playfully biting me. I pump him extra nice and the surprise makes him hop a bit in surprise as he tenses up and accidentally bites me just a bit too hard. “Oh Shit Andy! I’m so fucking sorry!”He didn’t draw blood, but there’s definitely going to be a bruise. That just makes me harder as I glare at him and rip Andy’s clothes off before pushing Macky onto his bed and dropping to Andy’s knees. I rip Macky’s boxers off his legs and leave him so his legs are hanging off the edge of the bed. Macky just looks at me with genuine intrigue and excitement, like a child wondering what’s going to happen next as I bury Andy’s face in Macky’s trimmed pubes, huffing in his manly odor while I grab his meaty mounds of muscular pec flesh and squeeze them in my firm grip, then dragging my fingers down the grooves of his abs as I raise my head and bring Andy’s lips around Macky’s ready-to-burst-it’s-so-fucking-hard-cock. “Ohhhhhh Fuckkkkkkk. Andyyyyyyyyy Fuck yeahhhhhh” Macky moans as he widens his eyes, paralyzed by sensation as I use Andy’s tongue to playfully lick that cock head and swirl it around my mouth, making sure to lick and kiss my way up and down his shaft. Macky is squirming and breathing deeply, restlessly moving in place as he grabs my head and begins guiding me to go lower and lower onto his cock. I surprise him and force Andy’s mouth down, sending all 8 inches of Macky’s cock down my throat as my lips ram into his pubes. Macky goes wild! He tosses his legs in the air, toes curling as he grabs my head and pulls me down even harder onto his cock, hollering as he thrashes his head around. Mmmmmm I love the way his abs and pecs pop from the strain as every muscle in his body contracts at once. I get into a rhtym, guided by his strong hands as I send his cock sliding down my relaxed throat, over and over, faster and faster. Macky is ecstatic as he is helplessly arching his back, thrusting his hips into his brothers hungry mouth, absolutely lost in the moment to how good it feels to finally satisfy all of these repressed desires. Then he feels it. Macky feels the most earthshattering orgasm of his life rolling just around the corner, but instead of ride it out, he immediately snaps back to reality. He looks at me with a look of panic and fury as he pushes me off him. The force of my suction makes my lips remove from his dick with a forceful pop, sending more shudders of pleasure through his body before he looks at me, shaking his head, covering his boner with a pillow. “GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS, BUT IT WAS SICK! NEVER AGAIN, ANDY! NEVER AGAIN!” he screams as I scurry out of his room, still naked, not bothering to grab my discarded clothes. God damnit. So fucking close. Macky opens the door, bringing me hope that he’ll let me finish him off, but he just throws my clothes at me and slams the door, immediately clicking the lock. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s time to start my secondary protocol… Chapter 2.5 Recap: “GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS, BUT IT WAS SICK! NEVER AGAIN, ANDY! NEVER AGAIN!” he screams as I scurry out of his room, still naked, not bothering to grab my discarded clothes. God damnit. So fucking close. Macky opens the door, bringing me hope that he’ll let me finish him off, but he just throws my clothes at me and slams the door, immediately clicking the lock. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s time to start my secondary protocol…It’s now one day before Macky’s big football game, and I realize I just fucked things up. God damnit, really, Shane? A full frontal assault? I’m such an idiot. I let lust cloud better judgment and now after coming so close to tasting Macky’s cream, he’s probably retreated deeper into his repressed homosexual denial than ever before and he’ll probably never look at Andy the same way. Positive memories of Andy and his brother flash through my mind as that brotherly bond part of Andy’s brain tries to make me feel shame for swallowing Macky’s delicious cock.I almost feel nostalgia-induced shame before I laugh out loud at the ridiculousness. I’m on Andy’s bed horny as hell, and the only shame I feel is that I didn’t get to feel Macky’s man juices surging down his little brother’s throat. Picking up Andy’s phone, I dial a familiar number and decide to pay a visit to an old friend…“Hey Andy!” my old body greets me at the front door to my old house, “Come on in.” I try to feel a connection to my old life but I feel nothing as I follow my body downstairs to my research hub in the basement. Shit, I was in such a rush to get out and enjoy Andy’s life that I didn’t even bring any useful gadgets with me. I’m genuinely proud as we pass by the transference device as I remember Andy helplessly resisting having my knowledge and consciousness downloaded into his brain. Shit, just thinking about that last bit of fight he put up is getting me hard. Come on, man. Breathe. Breathe deep and focus. Okay I’m fine. I quickly grab the disc that has the video and audio footage of the transference, planning on keeping that for future beat off sessions in Andy’s body. But anyway, my old body has been jabbering on about nonsensical bullshit. I mean I programmed the AI to pass as me, but I also hampered his intelligence by a significant degree, hoping to prevent a Terminator doomsday world. Nevertheless, I am still relieved to hear him complain about not knowing how to use any of my equipment. “What does all this stuff do anyway?” my old body asks. “Are you ever going to show me how to use or calibrate or whatever any of it?”“Why don’t you just worry about upgrading your PC RAM and getting to level 100 in Skyrim,” I respond with a disinterested tone as I begin depositing all my portable equipment in a duffel bag. I grab the euphoria inducing aerosol I used to subdue Andy. Check. Gas mask. Check. Sleep Inducing Drugs. Check. And finally, the secondary protocol to my master plan. Check. “Yes, Andy. You’re right. I’m sorry, sometimes I just get curious. I mean I played around with the euphoria aerosol a bit when I got bored. That shit works great! I just did one spray in the hot Fed Ex guy’s face and he was high long enough for me to suck him off. TWICE!” I helplessly grin as I realize how good of a mind clone this AI is, even if he has a fraction of my raw intelligence. Slinging the duffel over my shoulder, I look at him and realize this is the final goodbye to my old life. Once I walk out the front door, that won’t just be the AI imported into my vacant body. That will be Shane, and I will be Andy, the new, better Andy. As I stare at Shane and analyze his asymmetrical face and revoltingly thin profile and I think Good Riddance! Before casually walking back to my house. Yeah, that’s right-MY house- because my name is Andy. Back in my room I inspect the secondary protocol and devise my plan. To be honest, this device never went beyond the prototype stage, so I believe it would be wise to perform a test trial on some lucky stud. The device is extremely powerful, offering the power of absolute suggestion, or in more pop culture terms, mind control. This device, which consists of electrode infused adhesive pads designed for the temples and a portable power unit that looks like a hand crank radio, but actually contains highly specific brainwave attunement algorithms operated by my custom designed Neuro-override CPU, has the primary function of forcing one to live truthfully. That’s how I’m going to get Macky- I’m going to convince him that this is a homeopathic sport performance machine, and that’s when I’m going to force him to admit his homosexuality and his raw passionate desire for me. And not just admit it, he will be forced to live his truth. The secondary function is to completely reprogram the mind and implant ideas or traits that were never there to begin with. I’ll have to use that function to reprogram my parents so they don’t think it’s weird that Macky and I will be having so much loud, ravenous sex all over the house. Mmmmmm that thought of Macky’s 8 inch juicy cock stretching out my virgin hole is getting me so hard. Gasping out and hearing Andy’s voice sounding frantic as I try to get my breathing under control and relax my ass muscles to let my older brother slide balls deep inside me….Fuck yeah, I need to do my field test now! Wracking through Andy’s mind I remember that before Monday games there is always a mandatory Sunday practice. Okay, I close my eyes and sift through Andy’s memories, visualizing faces and bodies until finally I have my test subject picked! Anthony! He’s one of Macky’s best friends and shit, I’ll be god damned if it wouldn’t be hot to make that straight tall dark and handsome jock get down on his knees and suck Andy’s cock. Mmmmmmyeah I let memories and images of Anthony fill my head. Oh fuckkkkk, the stud signed to be a rower at Boston College, so I know he has a firm and strong body underneath those clothes. I get up and walk to the mirror, reveling in one of my new favorite pastimes as I taunt Andy’s reflection.“Oh you sick fuck. You’re about to reprogram a nice guy like Anthony and make him some queer cock whore? Oh you’re a dirty little fucker aren’t you?” I quickly huff in Andy’s pits, feeling a euphoric headrush from the stench of his boyish odor. “Little whores like you don’t deserve deodorant” I say to my reflection, watching my satisfaction visible in Andy’s face which has been warped into a wicked smile of triumph. I give Andy’s ass a firm smack, lightly yelping as I grab a hold of that firm yet juicy cheek and give it a squeeze.“mmmmmmm yeah, so close to finally finishing this damn plan,” I say, giving my reflection one last staredown before I leave to catch Anthony at practice. “Don’t you ever forget I own you. I am you. I’m inside you. I abuse your body and eat your cum, but you love it because I love it!”I show up to watch the practice, dressed in athletic attire myself. I figure I might as well hit the gym after this test run- gotta keep my new body in hard and toned shape. Accessing Andy’s memories, I whip up a quintessential Andy gym jock outfit: long grey compression shorts, black short shorts over top, Andy’s lacrosse jersey, gold chain, backwards facing Georgetown hat, and some compression garments over the elbows. I put a white nike compression sleeve over the right elbow, but on my left arm just above the elbow, I tie a bright neon pink band. Just a little something bright and colorful, a first step in showing the world how cute Andy will look when he’s always wearing either neon or bright colors. I watch the practice diligently, trying to be a good little brother, but feeling tossed to the side as Macky ignores my cheers and tries to dart his gaze away from me whenever possible. Anthony notices this and sees me looking a little bummed, so when practice is over he invites me out to do a little off the cuff pick me up play. This is my first time really testing Andy’s agility, and I’ve gotta say, damn that boy can run! Well, now I can run! As soon as I get a hold of that ball I dart and weasel my way through a wall of hulking jocks, expertly jumping over and maneuvering my way through until I finally somersault over the last beefy jock, nailing the landing as my feet plant solidly right in the end zone.“TOUCHDOWN!!!!!” I hear Anthony roar, beaming from where I left him in the dust and looking so American boy next door cute in his light pink shorts and T-shirt that shows off all the hard work he’s put into his body. I mean I can just tell he’s got a nice solid, yet tight and toned torso. Cobblestone abs just dying to be licked and a perfect V-shape starting at his wide shoulders and solid arms, leading down to his tight and narrow waist. And fuck me, those legs. So strong and toned, oh and the perfect amount of brown hair leading up his inner thighs. I struggle to keep myself from getting a hard-on as he races to where I’m standing and hugs me so hard he hoists me into the air. “What the fuck man where did that come from?! That was amazing!” Anthony applauds as he drops me back down to the ground with a thud. “I think you’ve got a bright future ahead of you as a star quarterback”Admittedly, I get a little lost in the glory, but I see Macky eyeing me from afar, obviously proud of his little brother, but burying that pride underneath his disdain and frost he feels towards me. I wait for my little crowd of applauding bros and football jocks to dissipate until it’s just me and Anthony. I agreed to stay behind and help him put away all the equipment since it was his turn to take on that task. As we’re hoisting helmets and loading water bottles he keeps piling on the compliments, making me genuinely blush. I wish I could see what I look like right now- I’ve always imagined Andy would look cute with rosy red cheeks. “Hey Anthony…”“Yeah man. What can I do for our future MVP?” he responds with sincere kindness.“I got this new thing that I think might help Macky do better tomorrow at the game. Would you be willing to help me test it out?”“I think Macky will be fine if he takes some notes on you, man. How the hell are you still JV? I’m talking to coach first thing after the game and getting you on Varsity, where you belong. And-““Anthony, please. This is serious. I want my bro to do well. Will you just give me a few minutes?”“Yeah, man. Of course”I turn to hide the devilish grin on Andy’s face as I unload the secondary protocol and remove the adhesive temple units. After having Anthony lie down on his back on the abandoned field, I place the units on his temples and he laughs a bit as he shivers from the cold gel. I tell him to try to relax as I calibrate the device.“So what is this thing again?” Anthony asks.“Oh it’s the newest hot thing in the NFL,” I bullshit him. “It sends sound waves or some shit directly to where the brain controls nervousness and calms that down, making it easier to focus and get ‘in the zone’”“Wow sweet! Well maybe if this goes well we can all get a little zap before the game tomorrow.”Poor sucker, I think to myself as I hit the on switch.“UnnnnnnngggggggggggggGGggGGggg WHHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTTTTHHHHEEEEEEFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!” Anthony screams as the units begin sending shockwaves of electricity into his brain, making every muscle in his body seize, but also breaking his resistance down in preparation for the next phase. I honestly start to get a little hard watching this toned jock trembling and unintelligibly shouting in so much agony, but I remind myself that hopefully the best is yet to come. Suddenly, Anthony relaxes, his arched back plummeting to the ground as he stares blankly into the twilight sky, looking peaceful and docile as the machine begins sending a barrage of algorithm impulses directly into his brain. “Anthony. How do you feel?”“I feel good, Andy,” he says blankly.“Did you mean what you said earlier? About thinking I have a shot at varsity?”“Oh absolutely. I’ve never seen anyone move like that.”“Did you enjoy what you saw as I made that play?”“It makes me happy to see such good football talent.”“No, did you enjoy me? Did you enjoy watching my body as I bolted and jumped my way through? Did you like seeing my tight bubble butt and toned arms hurling down the field? Did you want to just tackle me to the ground and touch and taste my body?” I ask as I crank up the machine’s power level. He looks like he enjoys it as he begins squirming and his breathing deepens in satisfied gasps the higher the power goes. “No, Andy. I think you’re really cool, but I was only focused on the football. I’m straight and I’ve honestly never had sexual thoughts about other guys.” Well, I guess now is as good of a time as ever to try out the reprogramming feature. I hit a green button and make a few calibrations before feeding Anthony his new self.“Anthony, you DID want to touch my body earlier. You wanted to rip off all my clothes and clean my sweaty body clean with your tongue. You wanted nothing more than to swallow my cock and let me fuck your throat on the field.”“Mmmmmm Yes, Andy. Your body looks so delicious. Always wanted to have your cock in my mouth. Oh yeah, fucking my throat…”“You work out so much to impress men, not chicks. Now tell me, why do you work out?”“I-I-I want other men to notice my body, to be impressed.”“Because you love attention from other men. The thought of a handsome hunk forcing his tongue into your mouth and shoving his cock up your ass is such a turn on. Hell, we’ll make you vers. The thought of shoving your cock up a tight boy asshole turns you on too. But tits and pussy are fading from your mind. Now tell me how much you like this,” I say as I lean over his body and bring my mouth to his, quickly meeting his tongue and enjoying our little oral dance.“Very Much, Andy!” Anthony says, gasping for air as we end the kiss. “Ohhhhh yeah, dick and ass. I love the attention of other men. I just want a dick in my hole. And I want to be inside tight boy assholes.”“You love cum. You crave cum. You want it inside you more than anything whether it’s inside your mouth and throat or inside your ass, you hunger for the warmth and the creaminess.” Anthony just moans in response. “Anthony, you are completely, absolutely gay. You will still talk and act the way you do with your friends, the straight boy persona and all, but everything I have told you is absolutely true. Is that correct?”“Yes, Andy. All correct.”“You will do anything I say. Is that correct?”“Yes, Andy.”“You love following my orders. Is that correct?” he just gasps and moans, letting me know following my orders will bring him the highest of sexual pleasure. p>“Good boy” I say with wicked satisfaction as I give Anthony another electric surge like before, locking in all of the adjustments and reprogramming his mind. So far it seems like the secondary protocol is a success, but let’s wait until he wakes up. The poor guy blacked out from the experience. “ohhhhh…..Andy is that you?”“Hey Anthony. I think you fell or something- hit your head probably. You feel okay?”“mmmmmm Yeah. Never felt better,” He coos as he stretches out, still lying on his back. I see him eying me with new lust, an intensity and hunger that wasn’t there before. “Hey Andy, do you like getting your dick sucked?”“Fuck yeah, dude. Especially love finding a bimbo who’ll let me cum down his throat.”“Did you say ‘he’?” Anthony asks with hope in his eyes, as well as dramatic tenting in his pink shorts. “Here, let me help you with that,” I say as I unzip his shorts, freeing that monster cock as it pops out with a BOING. “Commando? Wow, that’s so dirty and hot,” I tell him as I grab his fuck stick and begin pumping him slowly. He’s moaning out, eyes clamped shut, but then I lean down lightly lick the head of Anthony’s cock before taking the whole head in my mouth and swirling the end of his cock with my tongue, setting off all those sensitive nerve endings and making him squirm for dear life beneath me. “OH Andy! UNNNGGGGGGGGFUUUUUUCKKK!” He yells as his fist grabs a tuft of grass and his whole body thrashes so powerfully that he rips an entire fistful of grass from the earth. As much as he enjoys receiving this treatment from me, I can see a glimmer in his eyes that lets me know how badly he wants to service me. I stand up and tell him to get on his knees in front of me. “Service my cock”“Oh yes, please, Andy. You’re so perfect, Andy,” the mindfucked Anthony exclaims as he yanks my black shorts and my compressions down to my ankles, getting slapped in the face by my 7 inches of glory that flop out. He starts by pumping me, getting me fully hard right away, making me feel empowered as he says things like:“Oh Andy, you’re such a hot boy. You have the most beautiful cock, Andy. Oh Andy, you are so fucking cute.”I’m on a high of power, owning Andy’s body and mind as I feel all this pleasure in his cock, and feeling the thrill of having this innocent and sweet reprogrammed jock pumping my man meat. Anthony looks at me from down on his knees and then looks at my cock. I know what he wants, so I let him know to go ahead-and no teeth! To my great shock, he expertly swallows my cock in one smooth motion. No teeth at all, and he even uses his throat muscles to make a milking, suction on Andy’s cock. Fuck, I’ve been horny all day in Andy’s post-puberty teen body and Anthony gave me such an expert hand job. I can’t believe this, but I literally just got the last inch of my cock down Anthony’s throat when my balls seize up and I feel it coming!“Mother Fucking FUCK!!!!!” I shout as I grab Anthony’s head and ram my cock even deeper down his throat, forcing him to swirl around a bit, making him milk every last drop of my cum as it floods directly down his throat. As full as he is, I can hear him making feral squeals of pleasure and satisfaction. The pleasure of satisfying me and taking in Andy’s tasty teen juices was so satisfying to Anthony that he starts launching ropes of his own cum, the creamy missiles landing all over the front of my legs and thighs. As we both calm down and I pull out of his throat I point at the mess he made.Without another word he gets to work licking up his own juices off of my body, savoring the flavors and making me moan as his enthusiastic tongue starts to drift a little too far up my thigh….Fuck I love being Andy…. Secondary protocol is without a doubt a success. Ready for primary trial. Mmmmmm Macky, you’re mine now… Chapter 3 Thus far: Shane, a computer tech prodigy, has a deep and powerful hunger for Macky (right), so he has ruthlessly transferred his knowledge and consciousness into Macky’s younger Brother, Andy (left). Macky is a deeply repressed homosexual, and Shane, in Andy’s body, failed to seduce him. So, Shane will be using the secondary protocol, a mind control device, to reprogram Macky and make him crave his (unknown to him) possessed brother. Recap: “Mother Fucking FUCK!!!!!” I shout as I grab Anthony’s head and ram my cock even deeper down his throat, forcing him to swirl around a bit, making him milk every last drop of my cum as it floods directly down his throat. As full as he is, I can hear him making feral squeals of pleasure and satisfaction. The pleasure of satisfying me and taking in Andy’s tasty teen juices was so satisfying to Anthony that he starts launching ropes of his own cum, the creamy missiles landing all over the front of my legs and thighs. As we both calm down and I pull out of his throat I point at the mess he made.Without another word he gets to work licking up his own juices off of my body, savoring the flavors and making me moan as his enthusiastic tongue starts to drift a little too far up my thigh….Fuck I love being Andy…. Secondary protocol is without a doubt a success. Ready for primary trial. Mmmmmm Macky, you’re mine now… The night before the big game… Arriving home, sweaty and dirty from my successful trial of the secondary protocol with Macky’s good friend, Anthony, I know the time to act is now. I don’t even bother changing or showering as I walk to Macky’s room where he’s holing himself up, still doom and gloom over last night’s incident. I know he wanted to blow his load down my throat, and he will. He just needs a little push to get over the whole me possessing his little brother without anyone knowing and turning him into a cock hungry whore thing. And that’s totally understandable. But with a little help from this device, Andy’s tastebuds will finally get to taste the manly juices as they erupt from his big brother’s cock, and I’ll get to enjoy the privilege of swallowing every last drop. *Knock knock knock*“Go Away!” Macky shouts from inside.“Come on, man. Please let me in. You’re my big bro and I need to talk to you.”“I said go away!” Macky refuses to relent. “Look, I know I fucked up and pushed too hard last night. I know we’re both straight. We’ve just been really stressed and I shouldn’t have been all weird like that, but I honestly just want to help you play better at tomorrow’s game. So will you please let me in?” I say using the sweetest tone I can possibly muster with Andy’s cute voice. I hear rustling and grumbling from the other side of the door and Macky’s lumbering footprints as he opens the door, not saying a word, but inviting me in. I notice he’s just in boxers and when he catches me glancing at him he quickly puts on a T-shirt and some gym shorts to cover himself up. Why even bother? I think to myself. You’ll just be ripping them off anyway once I release you from your repressed horny lust for my body. “So what is it?” Macky asks as he hops onto his bed, landing on his back and relaxing with his hands resting on his tight stomach. “KT Tape? Ultrasound? Tigerbalm? I’ve already got all of that stuff.” Macky says, closing his eyes and sounding exhausted. “No way man. I got this thing from a friend, and it’s the hottest new thing NFL players are using. It’s all-natural, homeopathic, and junk, but makes you focus like CRAZY.”“Well…Yeah, let’s give it a go,” Macky says, unable to resist anything that’ll make him a better football player. I get to work, quickly placing the probes on his temples, eliciting the same cold shiver as Anthony when the cold gel pads adhere to his temples. “So bro, what is this supposed to do exactly? Are we doing shock therapy or something? Hahahaha-“*Click*“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!! THE FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!” Macky screams, writhing in pain as electric impulses are pumped directly into his brain. Every muscle in his body is contracting at the same time, making his face turn bright red from strain as he grits his teeth with his eyes clamped shut, face scrunched into one of agony as the veins on his neck dilate until they look like they’ll pop. Mmmmmmm you should see Macky’s abs and pecs right now, all tight and toned and looking shredded from the electricity disabling his nervous system. His back is arched with such force that he’s airborne off the bed. Finally, he collapses with a thud onto the bed, lightly moaning as his deep breathing calms down and he just stares at the ceiling, his psyche’s defenses shattered as his brain is penetrated by waves of algorithm impulses. I decide to start simple, realizing that Macky’s fragile mind also has the deepest repressed feelings. “Macky, can you hear me?”“Yes, Andy,” he answers with a soft and peaceful tone.“How do you feel Macky?“I was in pain, but now I feel very good. My head feels very funny, but I love the vibrations I feel coursing through me.”“Those are the probes, Macky. They’re sending algorithms into your brain. Those algorithms will rewire your brain and make you a better football player. You just have to be honest with me. I promise I’ll do the same.”“No….No. Can’t be honest,” he replies with more worry and conflicted tone to his voice.“Why can’t you be honest with me? I’m your little brother. We’ve always been such good pals. You’re the reason I got into football because I saw you looking all serious and powerful and I wanted to be just like you.” I dip into Andy’s memories and my own memories of practice earlier that day to create that shtick. I must tread carefully though. “There’s something. Can’t say. Too much shame.”“There’s no such thing as shame between us. We’re too close for that. Here, you tell me who you think I am and I’ll tell you who I really am.”“You’re Andy. You’re my little brother. You’re athletic and love the attention you get from the ladies. You’re straight and pretty calm and chill,” Macky responds with subdued confidence in his response. “No, Macky. You’re right that my name is Andy, that I’m your little brother, and that I’m athletic, but I don’t give two shits what the ladies think about me. I am as gay as they come and when I’m alone I don’t like to be chill; I’m a sexual deviant and love perverted sexual taboos.”“What do you mean?” Macky blankly responds with a hint of confusion and curiosity. “Jesus, man. I’m saying I like taking it up the ass and I like swallowing hot, fresh cum.”“But-““I was honest with you, now you be honest with me, big bro.”“I-I-I…..I’m…”“You’re?”“I’m gay…” Macky finally says out loud, a cloud of tension years in the making evaporates from his psyche as he lays in bed, saying that phrase in different ways, finally being forced to confront his truth and live it. “I’m Macky and I’ve been gay as long as I know. I’m gay. I’m gaaaaay. I’m gayyyyyy,” Macky says, exploring different ways of admitting his homosexuality. Unbenownst to him, he’s self-reinforcing his truth as his phrases, with the assistance of the algorithms, bust through his walls of secrecy and shame.“Tell me how you know you’re gay” I probe.“There’s just nothing like a nice tight, solid bro ass, just waiting for me to slide my cock inside of. I’ve always wanted to seed a cute twink ass, to have a lean and toned boy to call my own and love and hold close to me at night, and to pound whenever he needs a reminder of who his hole belongs too,” Macky says softly, revealing his truest and deepest desires. I notice that Macky is starting to get really hard, his erection threatens to burst out of his boxers. And to be honest, I’m starting to feel Andy’s cock swell up as I try to process how perfect this is going so far. Soon you’ll be mine, Macky. We’re at the finish line. “Do you care what people think about you? Does any of that matter when you have the chance to slide your meat inside a cute twink and finally have the satisfaction of cumming so powerfully inside him that you think you might pass out?” Macky just stares blankly, twitching slightly as my algorithms force him to embrace his truth. Finally, he relaxes again and says, “The thoughts of others don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a cute boy to embrace and seed.”“Good, Macky. We’ve made so much progress. Do you think we’ve made progress?”“Yes, Andy. You’re forcing me to face what I really am, but I’m thankful. Now I can start looking for a tight virgin ass to make my own.”“You won’t have to look far!” I exclaim with a chuckle.“What do you mean, Andy?” Macky asks with a hint of concern penetrating his relaxed mental state. “Well, now that you’ve finally accepted that you’re gay we can finish what we started last night and finally let you blow a load deep inside my tight virgin ass. Isn’t that what you want? To grab onto me tightly as you thrust your strong hips against me, sending all 8 inches of your juicy cock inside me, making me yell loud enough that it echoes through the whole house?” I ask, hoping to clarify his desires for him.“Oh No, Andy. I am gay. Deep down to my core gay. And I’m glad you’re gay too and that you have my back like I’ll have yours from now on. ��But we can’t be together. We’re brothers. I love you, but as a bro and a friend. Last night was complicated. I was repressing so much. It just erupted out of me, but I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand with you. We can’t ever be together like that,” Macky says with quiet certainty. I can’t believe this shit! Frantically, I check the readings on the device, also making sure the probes are still adhered properly. Fucking Damnit! Everything checks out, so it’s not possible for him to lie to me right now. After everything I’ve been through! After all the years of Macky punishing me for his repressed homosexuality and still making me fall head over heels for him! After possessing his cute and fit little brother so he could have someone hot enough for him to cum inside of! After going through the damn trouble of making him embrace his masculine and powerful gay desires! And he still doesn’t want to be with me! I’m so fucking mad that without even thinking I grab the secondary protocol device and begin furiously making adjustments. This was definitely not part of the plan, but I don’t give a fucking fuck! I hit that green button and prepare to override Macky’s familial love and respect for me as his little brother, Andy. Macky trembles powerfully, his brain being pummeled by algorithms designed to reprogram his thoughts and perception of the world. “Do you think I’m hot?!” I ask angrily, constantly raising the power and intensity of the device’s impulses. “No- Can’t-You’re my little brother, Andy. Please….”“You want me. Tell me you want me! Tell me you want to touch my body!”“W-w-w-w-ant you…NO WAIT-yes, want you. Want to touch your-Andy, please!- oh no-yes…yes I want to touch your body,” Macky says as he goes back and forth from malleable victim and resistant older brother. It really is admirable how much he is able to fight this, but there are 30 power levels and we just barely cracked past level 7. Click-just raised to level 8. “You want to taste my tongue and kiss me passionately because you are in love with me. I am your little brother, Andy, who you’ve known and loved as a brother all your life, but now it’s time to see me as a lover.”“Noooooooo…Andy, you can’t-“Click-level 9“Your tongue…want to taste your tongue. Kiss…you….want to-no why am I thinking this? You’re my brother! I can’t-“Click-level 10“Yes, kissing your mouth is good. Mmmmmm yes, Andy, I love the taste of your mouth because we’re lovers-OH MY…no this is wrong this is so wrong! I won’t! I-“ Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Level 15“Unnnnnnggggggggggyeaaaaaahhhhhhunnngggggggggg,” Macky groans as he thrashes his head around, being overwhelmed by the surge of overpowering brain power algorithms. “I love you Andy! I crave you as a lover. Want to hold you in my arms every night-feel your warmth comforting me-I want to be the person you wake up next to every morning. Yes, Andy! From now until the end of time,” Macky exclaims with enthusiasm and passion as he looks at me with fierce longing in his eyes, longing to hold me in his arms and protect me from the dangers of the world. The only thing keeping him from sweeping me into his arms is the device, still immobilizing his body by pouring mind control algorithm impulses into his brain because I’m not done with him yet. “You love me, but you also want to dominate me. To make me your little boycunt. You want my mouth around your thick man meat,” I say, getting hard again from the sheer amount of perversion taking place. “Waittttt-Bbbbbut I love you. Don’t want to dominate—Maybe just a little….No! I just want to hold you close and never let go-“ Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Level 20“OhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK,” Macky yells as his back arches, the veins swelling on his neck as the muscles in his neck and face contract. “Yeahhhhhh Andy, I fucking love you so much, but don’t forget that I own your tight boycunt. Yeah, you’re gonna be using those fine lips and your smooth throat to service my meat. Fuck yeah, you’re a whore, but you’re my whore that I fucking love,” Macky says with a sneer and a shade of pride and self-confidence that has never existed in him before. Fuck I’m so hard right now, watching him squirm as his brain is pounded over and over again by my program, making all these utterances of his permanent changes to his personality. I smile wickedly as I realize we’re almost done. Just one more thing left, and I suspect it will rouse Micky’s last shred of fight.“You want to seed my tight virgin hole. You want to mark my hole as yours for life by sliding your 8 inch cock inside me, and fucking a load of your cream inside me. My moans and shouts will turn you on so much as you look down and see me, your little brother looking up at you, hungry for your cock inside me, and so grateful to be so full of you. That’s where your cock belongs- Inside me!” The new Macky is squirming in delight, but as expected, the old Macky returns for one last showing of his immense willpower. “Seed your fucking tight virgin-HOLY SHIT NO! NO NO NO WAY I—-want to mark your hole as mine for life. That’s right, this load will coat your insides and then you’ll be mine forever, Baby Bro. Hope you beg for Big Bro’s cock to give you what you need, a nice and creamy—GOTTA FIGHT UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG PLEASE!!!! YOU’RE MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!!!—and when I look down and see your delight as my cock fills you up, I’ll roar with satisfaction as I give you what you need and fill your tight hole with my—COME ONE, MACKY!! FIGHT IT!!!! YOU GOTTTAAAA ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”I let Macky thrash around, allowing him to be convinced he can fight back and beat it. Mmmmmmm, watching him thrash his head around, helplessly trying to hold on to his decency is making me so hard. I can feel Andy’s precum leaking out of his cock like a faucet. Holy Shit, I think I feel it dribbling down my leg! Enough of this Bullshit! I reach into Macky’s boxers and grab onto his hard cock and begin pumping him powerfully, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, before stopping right as he reaches the orgasm level. “Does that feel good?!” I ask as I pump Macky and edge him for the 17th time. “Yesssssssssssssss!” Macky screams in delight, desperately thrusting his hips and trying to hump his cock into my tight grip. “Pleaseeeeee let me cum!”“You know what you have to say, Macky! SAY IT! SURRENDUR!”“No, but I can’t! Gotta-“I remove my hand from his boxers, leaving him helplessly fucking the air as I edge him for the 18th time. Tears start flowing down Macky’s face as he humps away, so powerfully that he’s shaking the bed. “PLEASE, ANDY!!!! I NEED TO CUM!” Macky yells with panicked desperation. I reach over and pinch one of his perky nipples, making him moan as I menacingly look him in the eyes and tell him, “Say it!”“OHHHHHHH FUCK OKAY! YOU WIN I SURRENDUR, JUST PLEASE LET ME CUM!”“Glad you saw things my way,” I say with a smirk as I reach into his boxers, making him smile and moan with giddy relief and delight as I pump him closer and closer towards the biggest orgasm of his life thus far. Macky is moaning in appreciation, curling his toes, and smiling as his face is carved into a close-eyed smile of ecstasy. He’s grinding and thrusting his hips into my grip around his swollen and throbbing cock and right as his breathing starts huffing louder and faster and harder, making him look like a struggling triathlete and letting me know he’s just a few seconds from cumming, I finish him off and destroy whatever remnants of resistance remain inside his brain. Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Level 30…Macky’s entire body seizes up and convulses with such power I worry he’ll snap in half as the maximum power of impulses flood directly into his brain! His mouth is wide open, face bright red, and the veins on his neck threatening to burst as he tries to scream, but no sound comes out. His back arches in spasms, making him flop in place on the bed like some sort of dolphin having an agonizingly powerful orgasm. Then, nothing….Macky stares at the ceiling, no words leaving his mouth as a dribble of drool leaks out of his mouth. Holy Shit I pushed too hard! I fucking fried his brain! What the fuck am I gonna-“My cock belongs inside of…you. My thick manly cock belongs inside of you, My little brother, My lover, my boycunt. Fuck yeah, Andy, you’re gonna beg me for my cream seeding your ass, and I’m gonna hold you so tight to me as I muffle your screams of pleasure with my mouth. I fucking love you, Andy! I’m ready to spend the rest of my days holding you tight late at night and early in the morning, and pounding your boypussy whenever I need to,” Macky says with absolutely no resistance. He starts convulsing and shouting again, this time because he’s feeling the delayed sensation of blowing an enormous load in his boxers, soaking the entire crotch area and still dumping enough hot cream that it oozes out the thigh holes. Macky just quivers, sighing with relief and satisfaction before I seal in the session with the electrical impulse, knocking him unconscious from the overwhelming power of the previous events, and permanently sealing all of the new and kinky changes to Macky. Even though my cock is throbbing and dripping precum down my leg now in a steady stream, I look over at Macky, slumbering peacefully, and decide to cut him some slack before the big game tomorrow. The guy needs his rest and there will be plenty of time to spend with him afterwards. I walk down the hall and hop onto Andy’s bed, realizing that my plan has finally pulled through. Not bothering to change these wet with precum boxers, I just scoop up as much of Andy’s precum as possible and rub it all over his face like lotion, enjoying the smell of his boy juices as I drift off to sleep. Fucking hell yeah, transferring my consciousness into your tight and lean boy body was the best decision I ever made, Andy. “So fucking hottt…..” are my last words of the night as I drift off. The Big Day“Did you see that play?!” Macky asked me as he lovingly hugged me in his arms and lifted me into the air after scoring the winning touchdown. He was being borderline too affectionate, and I had to hiss at him to let me down when he instinctively tried to kiss me. “Bro! We’re in public! Put me down so we can take pictures. You’ll get your reward later!” I hiss playfully into his ear. He begrudgingly puts me down as we pose for some photos together. “Hey Andy.” “Yeah, Bro?” I answer. “You’re the best little brother ever. I just wanted you to know that. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I know what’s gonna be getting into you when we get back to the house.” “You’re the best big brother ever. I love you, and I’m so happy to give you your victory fuck.” He gives my ass a playful squeeze, risking getting seen in public. The element of danger makes it so hot. Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to get back to the house. You know, Macky sure is right- I’m the best little brother ever…or I would be if I actually was his little brother. We’re done with all the pictures and I’m riding shotgun with Macky, who is still elated after scoring the winning touchdown. Normally he’d shower with the rest of the team, but he practically carried me to the car, bent on getting home ASAP. “Are you sure you don’t wanna shower with your bros and celebrate your win?” I ask him as we cruise along the road to our home. “You’re the only bro that matters and we’ll be celebrating, alright,” he says with a wink that makes me blush. I’ve been in Andy’s body for 3 days now, and I’m already realizing this was the best decision I’ve ever made. I flash my now older brother a devilish smile before I reach a toned arm over and grab his thick man meat, massaging it with my soft hands and enjoying the feeling of it growing in my grip. “ohhhhhhhhhh fuck….Andy that feels so good. Wait, we should-“ “Start celebrating right now” I interrupt as I lean over at the redlight and grab his face, forcing my tongue into his mouth and enjoying this passionate kiss as he explores my mouth also. “I know you’re good for more than one round of celebration” I tease him as I slide my hand into his shorts and grab his rod and begin stroking him. I know he can’t wait any longer when he’s moaning like a bitch in heat as he thrusts into my grip on his cock. “Oh fuck bro! GOD YEAH MAN THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” Macky shouts as I begin sliding his 8 inches into my mouth and down my perfectly relaxed throat. He surprises me when he involuntarily thrusts the last 2 inches into me, immediately bringing my lips down to the base of his cock, forcing me to take in the sweaty man odor of his trimmed bush. I breathe it in gladly as I get ready for one hell of a car ride home. “OH FUCKKKKKKK!!!!” Macky shouts as he dumps endless rivers of cum down my throat. I hungrily eat every last drop, making sure that whatever didn’t get dumped directly down Andy’s throat is immediately consumed. Macky is shivering with pleasure and giddy joy and I actually have to grab the steering wheel because he doesn’t see that truck that just slowed down. “Holy Shit Balls that was close dude!” Macky shouts, breaking out of his euphoria. We both laugh together and he just says, “We’ll have to practice the road head more. I’ve gotta work on my focus,” he tells me with a wink as he reaches his hand and grabs my firm rod through the silky fabric of these shorts, firmly gripping and massaging the rock hard mound trapped in this compression underwear. He keeps rubbing me until a wet spot forms on my compressions, a nice healthy flow of Andy’s precum as well as my squirming body and attempts to keep my moaning under control let Macky know how much I want him, how much his loving brother, Andy, is turned on by him. When he slips his hand into these compression shorts and wraps his strong fingers around Andy’s marble hard cock, he knows this cock is hard because I want his body and his dick cumming inside me as our sweaty bodies are grinding all over one another. He looks at me intently, squeezing, massaging, stroking, jacking my cock as I flash him a smile, gasping for breath and ask him, “Are we there yet?”“Bro, you better be a good boy. You ask me that again and I’ll pull this car over right now and we’ll start on the side of the road,” he says with wickedly cute mischief. I just lay back and relax, moaning in appreciation as Macky expertly pumps my cock, bringing me closer and closer to shooting a load all over his new car. Fuck, that would be hot! Then we can both lick it off together. Mmmmmm God, I love Macky, but I love possessing his little bro, Andy, even more! Thank God, we just got home! The folks are still in Napa Valley-guess they figured we had things under control, and boy do we! Macky is cursing as he frantically tries to shove the key to unlock the front door. I can smell his musky and manly sweat, still fresh from his football game where he made his team and his little brother proud. *CLICK*“Finally!” Macky exclaims as he opens the door and I eagerly follow him inside. *UMF* He pushes me playfully and forcefully against the wall, forcing his mouth over mine as he finally gets to express everything he feels inside. I know this is my doing, but it is just so fucking hot to let him think these are his own thoughts and feelings. Macky briefly comes up for air.“Oh Fuck, Andy I love you so fucking much. I want your lean, toned boy body so much. To be on top of you and feel you underneath me as I hold you tight and show you that you belong to me.”He smiles at me adoringly before locking his mouth back over mine, wrestling his tongue with my surprised mouth before he starts grinding his crotch against my own, making me moan with longing as his force and grinds keep me helplessly pinned against the wall. Macky grabs my arms and pins them against the wall above my head. For fun I try to escape his grip, but with his strong arms I remain completely locked in place. Macky giggles at my futile attempts. “I love you, my little loverboy,” he says as he closes his eyes and leans in to take a deep huff of my neck.“Andy, you smell so gooooood” Macky gasps before he starts licking up and down my neck, taking in my taste, finding a spot next to his bite mark from a few days ago, sucking so hard I can almost feel the blood vessels bursting! I yelp, my cock twitching from excitement, something he can still feel since he is still grinding his hard cock and crotch against my own.“And you taste fucking fantastic,” he says before locking his mouth over mine again, letting go of my arms as he wraps his arms around me, cupping my tight boy ass cheeks and lifting me into the air. I wrap my legs tightly around him and circle my arms around his neck as he effortlessly carries me upstairs.“I bet your virgin boycunt tastes even better” he coos, giving my ass such a tight squeeze that I yelp before he shuts me up with another sloppy kiss. *OOMF*I land on my back as Macky tosses me onto his bed and climbs on top of me. The feeling of his weight on top of me is extremely comforting and with his new programing it must be for him too since he wants nothing more than to love, protect, adore, and dominate his little brother, Andy. Lucky for me, I’m the one inside Andy’s brain. Macky grunts as he leans back, straddling me as he grabs my shirt by the collar and rips it in half. He finishes ripping it off before he rips his shirt off too and leans back down to grind his chest against mine, keeping me trapped underneath his larger and more muscular body as the taste of his mouth and tongue take me to a heaven, the feeling of his hands grabbing and squeezing my tight boy pecs and nipples take me to whatever is above that. Mmmmmmm I can see the passionate lover side of Macky. He’s so loving and protective so far that I almost forget about the domination until he shoves his sweaty pit over my face, making me take in a huff and lick his pits clean after all the grueling and dirty sweat he earned on that hot football field. Egging me on, Macky sighs with approval, telling me I’m being a good little brother. His approval makes Andy’s cock dump out a stream of precum, making me moan out in desperation as I hear Macky tell me, “Mmmmmmm yeah, you have to earn the privilege of having my cock in your boycunt. You gonna show your big bro how much you want it. Go ahead, show me.”Macky gets off me and lays flat on his back, his shirtless body tantalizing and tempting. He still has his football cleats and jock strap and football pants, etc. on, so I start by taking off his cleats and socks, getting smacked by a manly odor so strong I feel like I just got punched by a comic book villain named testosterone. I can’t help but lick all over these grimy feet, making Macky squirm as I clean his ticklish feet for him. I finally get up to the toes, using Andy’s mouth to suck each one individually until I’m sure there is no trace of his manly filth left. I can’t help it anymore and strip off the rest of Andy’s clothes, wanting to show off my body to Macky and gain his approval. As I finally get my tight compressions off (a difficult task with an erection this hard) Macky looks at me with a twisted mix of adoration and dominance. Just that one look from him makes another drop of precum ooze out of Andy’s cock, making me go into a frenzy as I try to gain Macky’s approval so he’ll finally let my virgin boycunt be full of his 8 inch man meat. I grab both waistbands, his shorts and his jockstrap, and I pull them down off his legs in one smooth motion before I toss them across the room. Macky’s cock pops out and smacks his abs, making a pop sound that almost echoes through the room, eliciting a giggle from him that instantly morphs into a moan as I grab his cock with his little brother’s hand and begin pumping him with a tight and purposeful grip. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Andy, little bro, you’re a good little boycunt. Keep showing me how much you want it. Prove yourself to meEEEEEEEEEE- Oh FUCK!” Macky shouts as I keep pumping him while also using my tongue to gently and tantalizingly lap up the precum oozing out of his dick, setting off a firestorm of sensation through that fat cock head. Macky begins thrusting into my pumping grip, hollering out as I keep flicking his cockhead with my tongue, teasing his cock and making him more and more frustrated as he wishes for nothing else than to feel full satisfaction for his wet with precum cock. Finally roaring in frustration from my tease, which was just what I wanted, he gets up and roughly flips me onto my back, spreading my legs forcefully as he yells at me, “Oh I know exactly what you’re doing, little bro! A little boycunt like yours is desperate to be full of big bro’s cock. Well let’s see how you like a tease!” He says as he lowers his head between my thighs and takes in the boyish odor of my virgin hole, tightly licking rings around it, making my thighs literally convulse with anticipation and desire. I gasp when he finally places the tip of his tongue right on the middle of Andy’s perky rose bud and slowwwwwlllllly begins forcing his tongue inside me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mackyyyyyyyyyy” I can’t help but groan as he begins swirling inside me, getting me lubed and slick for his fat cock. I grab Andy’s sensitive nipples and keep moaning out in longing and desire as I muse to myself how earth-shattering it is that this moment has finally arrived. “Yeah keep moaning for me, you whore! Your boycunt fucking loves it!” Macky grunts before thrusting his tongue back inside me, making me yelp and making my hole clamp down on his tongue so tight that he struggles to pull his tongue out of me. “Damn, Andy. You must really want it. Show me how much you fucking want this cock,” Macky commands as he taunts me with that hard cock, playfully slapping my balls with it before circling it around my tight virgin hole, making me try to thrust against him in the hopes that maybe I can spear Andy’s virgin hole at least with Macky’s thick cock head. “Oh you’re not ready for this meat yet, little bro. Show me how much you want it. Get yourself read for me!”“Yes Macky! I’m sorry, Macky! You’re too big for a virgin hole like mine” I gasp as I begin shoving Andy’s fingers into his virgin hole for the first time. OOOOOHHHHHH FUCK ANDY IS TIGHT! Even though Macky loosened me up a bit with his tongue it still takes all I’ve got just to get a single finger all the way inside. I sigh with relief as I finally get the finger inside me all the way to the base of my hand, and then I groan in pain as I try to gently pull the finger in random directions, hopefully stretching this hole enough to make room for another finger. “You gotta do better than that if you want THIS inside you!” Macky shouts as he pumps his hard meat, enjoying the show. “Right now, you better slide two fingers in easily into your whore virgin ass or you won’t get to feel me sliding inside you!”“Noooooooo I need your cock inside me!” I desperately respond. “I can do it, Macky. Your little brother cock whore can impress you and win the privilege of feeling you inside me! Let me prove it!”Using all of my willpower and my immense and absolute control over Andy’s body, I try with all my might to relax Andy’s sphincters and ass muscles as I slide two fingers in all the way, gasping a huge breath and a sigh of relief as I get them in all the way until the top of my palm is jabbing against my hole. “Fuckkkk yeahhhhh” Macky says with wide eyes and a predatory hunger as he watches me moan and squirm from the delight of finger fucking Andy’s tight hole. I open my eyes and see him approaching me, finally willing to give me what I need, so I pull my fingers out and grab at his bed sheets as I wait for what’s coming. “Unnnnnngggggggg OH MACKY!” I yell as he slowly forces the head of his cock inside my tight virgin hole. Holy Shit! I still don’t think I was ready for this! But it feels so good to finally be filled! Macky slowly pushes deeper and deeper inside me, using his strong hips to push, inch after inch. The feeling of his thick cock stretching Andy’s deep insides is surreal! And the feeling of Andy’s tight ass squeezing onto Macky’s cock as he just keeps pushing in is making me grip at those sheets and yelp out in Andy’s voice, “Oh my GOD! Macky you’re so BIG!!!! UNnnnNNNNNGGGGG!!!!” I thrash my head around a bit and squirm from head to toe as Macky finally leans down, sweaty chest on my chest as he grunts and thrusts the last two inches in HARD. I see just white for a second as I blank out, overwhelmed by Macky’s 8 inches fully inside me, feeling completely full and penetrated. And even though he’s giving me a chance to get used to his cock, he’s still moving his hips around in a swirly motion, making his fully plugged cock rotate and rub all the nerve endings so deep inside me I could never dream of reaching them on my own. I wrap my legs around his strong ass and pull him tightly into me, grunting as Macky shoves his tongue back into my mouth and begins pulling his cock out. The feeling of his cock leaving me and scraping against my nerve endings makes me feel both incomplete and hallucinatory, but then:“Ohhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!” I scream as Macky thrusts back into me in one hard, fast, motion, completely filling me up and making my back involuntarily arch. “You FUCKING LOVE IT!” Macky hollers has he pumps his cock into my hungry hole, grunting as he pushes my legs up and wraps his arms around me, making it easier to fill me up. “OHHHHHHH!!! I” *THRUST* “FUCKING” *THRUST* *LOVE” *THRUST THRUST THRUST!!!!* “IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNNNNNGGGGGGAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”I reach a hand and caress Macky’s back, helplessly pummelled underneath Macky’s strong body as he pumps in and out of my hole, talking so dirty to me and finally making me feel loved. “Fuck yeah, Andy! You’ve got such a nice tight hole. FUCKING TAKE THIS SHIT! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU FUCKING LOVE IT! YOU LOVE HAVING BIG BRO’S COCK INSIDE YOU!”“OH MACKY! MY TIGHT HOLE FUCKING LOVE’S YOUR BIG BRO COCK! UGHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE!!! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER-OH! FUCK MMMMM YEAH!!!!!”“SUCH” *THRUST* “A NICE” *THRUST THRUST* “BOYCUNT! UNGGGGGGYEAH TAKE THAT DICK!” *THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST!!!!!!!!* “MACKY!!! THANK YOU, MACKY!” I holler in joy as I see the look of ecstasy in his face before he leans back down and buries his face in my neck, giving my hickey a hickey as he uses his hands to rub up and down my smooth and toned body, making special attention to my developing pecs as he grabs that lean muscle and squeezes, using his thumbs to flick my nipples. This continues for almost half an hour, leaving me borderline hallucinogenic, when Macky finally says, “GET ON ALL FOURS! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM! I’M SO CLOSE, ANDY! BIG BRO’S GONNA BREED YOUR HOLE LIKE THE BOYCUNT SLUT YOU ARE!”I enthusiastically get on hands and knees as Macky lunges at me, spearing all eight inches inside me in one rough animalistic thrust!“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I scream in a shrill voice.“SHUT UP, ANDY! FUCKING FUCK! SO CLOSE! DO YOU WANT THIS LOAD?! YOU WANT BIG BRO’S HOT CUM FLOODING YOUR INSIDES!”“UNNNNNGGGGGG YES, MACKY! PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR Hot CUM!!!!“I’M GONNA DUMP THIS LOAD IN YOU AND MAKE YOU MINE FOREVER! THIS-UNNNNNNGGGGYEAH!!!!-THIS HOLE BELONGS TO ME NOW!”“YES MACKY! MY TIGHT BOYCUNT BELONGS TO YOU NOW! WHENEVER YOU WANT, MY HOLE IS YOURS! I’M LUCKY TO RECEIVE YOUR HOT LOADS!” I yell as my face is scrunched up in overwhelming pain and pleasure. I use my ass muscles to try to milk the cum right out of Macky’s cock, so desperate to be filled, but Macky just grabs on to me tightly and says, “NOT YET!”Fuck! I feel my balls tightening. I just can’t take it anymore! The feeling of Macky filling up Andy’s hole and the satisfaction it brings me! I start breathing deeply, grunting and moaning as the pressure builds. But Macky can sense this; he grabs me by my throat and turns my head around as he tells me, “You don’t have big bro’s permission!”I clench tightly, holding back this orgasm as he keeps thrusting inside me, sliding his cock against all my stretched out muscles and nerve endings and pounding that abused prostate! Oh FUCK!!! THIS IS SO HARD! I NEED TO CUM OH GOD I NEED TO CUM!“PLEASE MACKY!” I wail with desperation. The force of my effort to clench this orgasm inside is making my abs and groin feel like they’re going to rip into shreds. I scream in agony as the pressure keeps building, refusing to be subdued by me. I make a fist and desperately start pounding the bed as Macky keeps using his strong hips and abs to slide his meat in my smaller body, hovering over me in a display of ownership and dominion. “MACKY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream as tears begin streaming down my face.“OH, ANDY! HERE IT COMES! HERE-UNNNGGGG-IT FUCKING-OH SHIT-CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSS!” Macky roars as he finally grabs onto me and pulls me so tight into his final thrust that I think our bodies might merge. He digs that cock deeper and harder than ever before as a flood of cum explodes out of his cock, making my hole feel warm and full as he keeps grunting, fucking ropes and ropes of cum into my satisfied boycunt. “OHHHHH FUCK!” Macky yells as he looks down and sees that he’s cumming so much that each thrust is squeezing previous cum out of my flooded hole, making room for the next load that shoots out of his orgasmic cock. I Finally let go and I can’t even describe what I feel as my untouched cock finally gets sweet sweet relief. I just pass the fuck out!I wake up several hours later, or at least I think it’s several hours later. It’s dark in Macky’s room now, so I’m guessing it’s night time. I’m still pinned down comfortably on my stomach as his larger and more muscular body is passed out on top of me. His cock is soft now, but it’s big enough that it’s still plugged inside me, bringing me a sense of comfort and safety as I drift back to sleep, a smile plastered on my face as Macky’s light snoring serves as my lullaby. I briefly have a flashback to the game we went to together just two short days ago when I first started making my move. Oh how far we’ve come (and cum) since then.“I love you, Macky,” are my last words right before I close Andy’s eyes, finally happy that I have the perfect life.

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