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Henry was one of the boys now. Last week he was in the computerlab daily, and in the library at least a few times. This week the boys took him to the gym and to their frat house cellar. To the screen. With the video.
No one knew where the video came from. All they knew is how it made them feel. How it made them change.
More and more the boys became similar in habits and demeanor, focussed on training, and watching. Training and watching.
They stood in front of the screen, sometimes for an hour or two, not saying a word. Every now and then one of them would sigh or moan from pleasure.
Henry was always hard now. He could not unsee the spiral. It was everywhere, superimposed on everything, burnt into his visual cortex.
And the moans. They just stood there in front of the screen, not moving, not saying a word, just moaning lightly.
Sometimes the video changed. It was so hard to remember, to ... remember ... to ... but he knew sometimes the video changed. It talked to them, he knew, but he could not ... remember ... not remember ...
Everytime he tried to understand what was happening to him, a pinkish pleasurable haze enveloped him, making all thinking irrelevant.
A voice had talked to them about ... things ... to do ... to obey ... not thinking ... not understanding ...
Henry felt like outside himself. Like he was just a ... a ... passenger.
But it also felt so good. The spiral ... sucked all thoughts away ... so pleasure ... just watch ... just train ... just watch ... just train ... moan ... moan now ... leak ... feel ... look at them ... see their bodies ... entranced ... obedient ... like you now ... enjoy looking at them ... moan now ... leak now ... and back to the spiral ... stare ... obey ... feel ... your hand moves of its own accord ... your hand ... help your boys out ... feel them ... make them feel you ... enjoy your bodies ... now back to the spiral ... increase the pleasure ... your hand moves ... look at your boys ... your hand moves ... touch them ... your hand moves ... feel them ... your hand moves ... moan now ... show them you want it ... show them you need it ... enjoy their bodies ... enjoy your body ... moan now
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now back to the spiral ... back to the spiral ... forget ... only pleasure now ... forget ... you can forget ... you will forget ... clean up ... and forget ... remember only the pleasure ... remember only the bond ... with your boys ... the bond ... unbreakable ... you are one ... together ... belong together ... your boys ... their boy ... the same ... together ... remember the pleasure ... forget everything else ... back to the spiral ... back to reality ... back to reality ... back to ...
Henry the Nerd woke up, bathed in sweat, after a bizarre dream.
He dreamt he was in some frat house, and there were these guys who all kinda looked the same, and they were standing around a huge tv on the wall, and some of them were staring at him, and some were staring at the tv, and pointing at it, and it was like it had a kind of spinning spiral that wanted to suck his thoughts out of his head, and there were these words on the screen he could not remember and like the spiral was tugging at his brain and sucking his thoughts and it felt like real good like even in his dream he felt like something was sucking him and it got more and more intense and it felt more gooder and he was like totally no longer smarts like he just stared at the spiral thingy and was no thinking anymore, like he could feel himself drooling from every orifice, leaking, and the guys were looking at him somehow creepy but also hot, like they also were totally stupid like he was like they were the same just staring at the thing and being stupid and feeling like being emtpied, feeling this sucktion everywhere and then he just exploded ...
When Henry woke up, it took him quite a while to realize that he was not just wet from the sweat. His funstick was already getting soft again, but parts of the feeling lingered, inviting, enticing, making him want to experience this again.
The whole day he could not forget how the guys looked at him, with this blank expression, but also ... he remembered thinking them hot.
Just before the end of the school day two frat boys started to talk to him in the hall. They had something he might like to see.
if you want me to program you into fully becoming one of my astro bots that's a different story
One hand on the desk.
One hand in his crotch.
Brad could hardly see anything. Everything was clouded in a relaxing, numbing mist.
Someone spoke to him. Again and again. Again. Again.
Again.
Words with meaning. Heavy words. Dutiful words. Iron words. Shackling. Holding. Encasing. Irresistible words.
What words?
everything was so hazy
like
fog
he so tired
but must listen
must repeat the words
words he knew
words he improtnn
words
coach
lift
listen
obey
lift
listen
obey
lift
listen
obey
all for coach
Brad was about to leave, but when he opened his locker, Mr. Muscle told him to go to coach.
A sudden influx of energy and excitement washed over him. Throughout the day school was gray and boring. But when he was focussed on the gym, when he was focussed on Coach, everything was vibrant, colorful, exciting and ... even more exciting.
He smiled, and closed the locker. Mr. Muscle would not mind. Somewhere in his head he understood that Mr. Muscle was not real. But it did not matter.
Only Coach mattered. He was what gave his life meaning and purpose.
Brad was on his way to Coaches office, passing a glass shelf with trophies. Soon some of them would be his. He smiled at his reflection in the glass, proud of what he was becoming.
It's all for Coach.
He did not realize that he was touching his funpart, when he opened the door.
Brad was sitting in one of those academic classes he hated. Bored, he mostly zoned out. But then Mr. Muscle returned, giving him a pep talk.
"Remember, Brad!" he said. "You do what your coach says, and you're good. No worries, no thinking ..."
"Just lifting, bro", Brad finished the mantra Coach had instilled in him.
Coach was totally the man, and Mr. Muscle would never let him forget that.
Brad immediately felt better, at least enough to get through the next brainy classes.