Fucking perfect, just stare, focus and slip
I slammed my locker shut. I was pissed. Fucking Brent! I hadn’t been that sloppy on the field since high school. I was the captain of the college lacrosse team for fuck’s sake! Now Coach will start to wonder if he’s made a mistake… I clenched my fists and turned around the corner in the locker room, headed for the shower.
And there was Brent. New transfer, cocky, smiling, distracting-me-on-the-field Brent.
"Hey, Jason," he said coolly, sitting back on a bench. "Looks like you were having some trouble in practice today."
I felt heat rush to my face.
"Fuck off," I said. "Everyone has off days."
Brent stared at me, his blue eyes unblinking. “Seems like you just lost your focus.”
I clenched my jaw and said nothing.
"You don’t like me, do you, Jason?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. "Maybe it’s because I give you something else to focus on."
"What? Shut up, fag," I growled, somewhat unconvincingly.
"Maybe you realized that you *should* be focused more on me," Brent continued in a low, steady voice, still staring at me. I tried to look away, but his eyes…. they were so… relaxing?
"I think we got off on the wrong foot," he soothed. "Maybe I can help you get your focus back."
Brent slowly pulled down his shorts, revealing a massive, semi-hard cock. I couldn’t look away from it.
"This is what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?" He said, tracing a finger along his shaft. I felt the tension that had built up start to leave my body.
"I can’t blame you for being distracted on the field. Not when there’s this beautiful cock so close by, and it deserves to be worshipped. When every day it becomes a larger part of your world, when it slowly starts taking over your thoughts."
I took a step forward.
"Come sit next to it," Brent cooed. "It’s missed you. And you need it, don’t you?"
I nodded slowly and took another step forward.
"You haven’t sucked it for a few days, and now you’re all distracted, aren’t you? You’re lost without it."
I lowered myself onto the bench, never taking my eyes off of his beautiful cock. It seemed more important than anything, more important than school, or sports… I licked my lips.
"Go ahead, boy," Brent said. "You need it."
I did. Slowly I brought my mouth to its head, and took more and more of it into my mouth, into my throat. The world seemed to fade away. It felt right. I had done this before, hadn’t I? It felt like coming home.
"Good boy," Brent whispered. "There’s a good boy."
I moaned as I sucked away. There was only Brent’s cock. And bliss.
Dick size has nothing to do with cock hungriness.
"Neal! How’s it going, bro?"
"Great, Dill. I’m going to send you something."
"OK." Dillon opened the message, and his phone screen seemed to fill with purple sparkles. "What the…" The more he looked, the more captivated he was by the flashes and colors.
"Dillon," said a different voice from the phone, "Neal has told me so much about you. Especially your superhot body. He says it’s almost as sick as his. Is he right?"
"Whuuh, who, can’t." Dillon was creeped out by the conversation, but try as he might, he could do nothing but continue to stare at the phone.
"Take off your shirt, then watch the screen again." Dillon was screaming inside, but he obeyed with no hesitation or protest.
"Now turn on the camera and give me a selfie. Oh my my. Absolutely delicious. I have a thing for bad boys. Well, let’s be honest. I have a thing for boys, period. But bad boys have a special appeal. You are going to make an exquisite addition to the team. You’ll be taking cock in your mouth and up your ass like a pro in no time."
"Please, no, don’t fuck, me."
"Oh I’m going to fuck you good, but not yet. You need to be broken, and broken in first. I’m going to let your friend start that process. Neal?"
"In an hour, go over to Dillon’s. The first stage of conversion will be done by then. Spend the evening showing him how to please men. Repeat for the next few nights until he is completely mine, like you are. Understand?"
"Yes sir. I will make sure he’ll be able to please you as much as I hope I do."
"Neal, if you can make him half the slut you are, I’ll be over the moon. Dillon, when Neal comes over, you will let him in and do whatever he says. Understand?"
"Don’t want, but, I understand."
"Good. Keep staring at the screen and feel your resistance melt away. I look forward to testing you out myself soon. Until then, boys."
When I snap my fingers you will go put on your best suit, and kneel before me…
Watch the swinging pendulum and fall under control…