Dominating Dominic (tt hypno hs anal auth)
Synopsis: A high school wrestler being tutored gets schooled instead.
The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is a coincidence and unintentional.
Copyright © 2008. This story is the property of the author, O'Melissokomos. Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author.
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I didn't even see him coming.
I was walking one minute, the next minute I was kissing the cold concrete floor. The last thing I heard before my face slammed to the ground was the voice of Dominic Marino ringing loudly in my ears.
"Out of my way, you little shit."
That asshole did it to me--again. Luckily I didn't get hurt all that much this time. I had fallen on my face so many times already I'd actually gotten used to it.
God damn that Dominic. To think we used to be good friends as kids. Hell, I thought we could've been best friends, but ever since we started high school, we kind of went our separate ways. Between the two of us, he had always had the brawn while I had the brains, and we gravitated towards our own particular cliques.
It didn't help matters when he joined the wrestling team and hooked up with four of its worst hooligans. Sure, "boys will be boys" and all that, but what I didn't understand was why I became the target of their testosterone-laden trashings. It couldn't have been that they knew that I was gay; I was too straight-acting for that. Heck, I'd even gone out on dates with a couple of girls just to see if I was batting for the wrong team. (Nope.) Well, whatever the reason was, I was starting to lose my patience with them, especially Dominic. Oh, if they only knew what I could be capable of.
By the time I picked my things up from the locker room floor, Dominic had already gone. He really must had come from an Italian family cause he had the knack for turning me into pavement pizza. I dusted myself off with a sigh. I still needed to go off and meet Coach Rutherford who had asked me to meet him in his office, but I had no idea why. I hoped it didn't have anything to do with gym class; I wasn't exactly his star student.
When I finally got there, I was surprised to see Dominic idly sitting in the chair in front of the coach's desk and primping the beloved varsity jacket he always proudly wore. Rutherford looked up from his seat and acknowledged my presence. "About time you showed up, Johnson. Close the door behind you."
"Sorry. I had... a little accident," I said, glowering at Dominic who acted as if nothing had happened.
"So, now that he's here, Coach, can you tell me what this is all about?" he asked.
"It's about you, you cocky prick."
"Why haven't you told me you were failing Chemistry?"
"I was?" Dominic was more than a bit dumbfounded at the news. It looked like this was the first time he'd heard about it.
"Typical. Why am I not surprised? See here, boy. I got a call from Mrs. Hademayer this morning and told me that if you don't get at least a 'B' in your test this Monday, you'd fail her class, which means you'd be off the team, which means you'd lose your college scholarship."
Dominic blustered. "What? She can't do that. She can't kick me off the team!"
"She can't, but *I* can." The coach's demeanor was stern and serious.
"Coach?" Dominic was crestfallen, and I watched the unfolding scene in silent amusement. Serves you right, you pompous bastard, I thought giddily.
"Look, son. You know I don't make any exceptions when it comes to grades."
"But I'm the best damn player you've got."
"Don't you think I know that, Marino? That's why I asked Mrs. Hademayer on what's the best way to deal with this. She suggested to get someone to tutor you this weekend, and she gave me *your* name, Johnson."
The coach was suddenly looking at me, and my eyes bugged out at the mention of my name. How did I suddenly become part of this conversation?
"Me?" I squeaked.
"Yes, you. She knows you know the material inside out and doesn't mind exempting you from finals if you decide to help out. Also, I think I'd be more inclined to be more... considerate with my assessment of your performance at my class, eh Johnson?" Coach gave me a knowing look. "But Mrs. Hademayer insisted that it's entirely up to you."
Dominic was still pissed off at the idea of having to be tutored. He rose from his seat in protest. "But Coach..."
The coach cut him off. "No 'buts.' You don't pass, you don't play. And as much as I hate to admit it, we can't afford to lose you this season with the regionals at stake. Johnson's your last fucking chance at staying on the team."
Dominic dropped back down on the seat in defeat. I hadn't seen him so helpless before, and for a second, I actually felt sorry for him.
Coach Rutherford then turned back to me and popped the million-dollar question: "So, are you going to help this punk out or what?" He shot me with such a glare that I felt I was going to burst into flames if I even *thought* of giving him the wrong answer. He was not a man to be trifled with, and he'd probably flunk me in gym, given the chance. My own chances for getting into a good college were on the line. With a heavy heart, I stammered my assent. "Y-yes, sir."
He boomed triumphantly. "Good. It's all settled. Now, get your butts out of my office. I've got work to do."
Dominic and I left his room with our heads hanging low. The coach just tossed us one hell of a grenade, and we were both still feeling shell-shocked. Dominic, the All-American wrestler, having to be tutored in Chemistry by me, well... a nobody, really, foisted into servitude by a tyrant coach. So much for my free weekend alone. Just when my folks finally decided they could trust me enough to take care of house while they were gone, now I had to babysit this bully.
"Look man, all I know is that I better pass or your ass is grass. Understood?" threatened Dominic.
Fine time for him to learn how to rhyme, I thought. "Yeah, whatever," I said. "Just be in my house tomorrow morning. We have that test on Monday. You still know where I live, right?"
Dominic sneered. "Yeah, I'll just follow where the garbage truck takes me."
I rolled up my eyes in frustration. This wasn't going to be easy. "Just be there at nine." And the two of us parted ways.
That evening at home, I reviewed the coverage of Monday's big Chem test and realized that I might have bitten more than I could chew. Balancing equations, chemical reactions, mass to mole conversions. I was doomed--doomed, I tell you. There was no fucking way 'Dumb'-inic was going to be able to learn all of this in one weekend. It was bad enough he hardly paid attention at class, how was I going to make him listen to me? If there was only a way to get him to cooperate for even a few hours...
Hmm. Wait a minute.
Could it work? I mean, I *knew* it could--it helped get my big brother into college, after all--but was I going to have enough time to customize it for tomorrow morning? Well, there was only one way to find out. I had better start cracking before I lost any more time.
The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. I checked my watch and saw it was already 9am. Man, I had only had two hours sleep, but at least I was able to finish more than half the work before I conked out. I quickly made my way downstairs to open the door and when I did, I was a bit surprised by Dominic standing there and wearing a pair of knee-length khaki cargo shorts and an orange sleeveless shirt. He wasn't wearing the varsity jacket he'd always worn in school. This was the first time in a long time I'd seen him out of it.
I looked at him and marveled at how the boy I used to know had become into this man I tried to avoid. I never had the chance before (nor the inclination) to study up close his face which was uncharacteristically unshaven and oh-so-ruggedly handsome. His blue-steel eyes went well with his dark hair, which he kept buzzed down for competition. He certainly filled out a lot since he started wrestling, I had to admit, and the muscle was honed and toned from years of athletic training. Still, I couldn't quite believe that this teen who had been bullying me was the same kid I grew up playing Nintendo with.
"You're right on... yawn... time, Dominic."
"Yeah, I took the car. What's with you, Johnson? Looks like you haven't slept."
"I haven't... mostly; I've been up all night." It was taking a while for my brain to kick in, but I was aware enough to to invite him in. "Do you want any breakfast?"
"Nah, I already ate before I went here. Let's just get this shit over with."
Finally, we both agreed on something.
"So, where can I put this down?" Dominic was referring to the backpack full of books slung over his shoulder.
"Not here. We're going upstairs to my room."
"Because that's where we're going to study."
Dominic eyed me suspiciously at first but decided to play along. "Lead the way."
I let him in the house and showed him the stairs.
"Where are your parents?" he asked, looking around as we made our way up to my room.
"They left last night for a trip. They'll be back tomorrow evening. Don't worry, I cleared this up with them."
"Hey, don't you got a brother or something?"
"Yeah. He's away for college in another state. He sometimes comes home but not this weekend. I've got the house all to myself."
To that, Dominic just grunted and shrugged his shoulders. We entered my room, and he plopped right on my bed and dropped his backpack on the floor.
"So, what are we going to do?" He zipped open his bag to pull out one of his Chemistry books, which I bet he'd never opened until today.
"I'm not going to do anything. You're pretty much going to do everything, Dominic."
"What the hell does that mean? You told Coach you were going to tutor me."
"And I am. Well, not me specifically. You're going to be using my computer to study."
"Are you fucking with me, Johnson?"
"You made it pretty clear to me yesterday that it's both our asses on the line here."
Dominic stood there silent for a few minutes, assessing the situation. "Fine. What do I have to do?"
"That's the beauty of this. You see, I made this program a long time ago to help me with... umm... my homework. I've had other guys like my brother use it before, and so I'm sure it'll work on you too. First, I'll hook you up to the computer. Then, all you need to do is sit down and relax. Once the text on screen comes up, just read what you see. Based on the feedback from these special headphones you'll be wearing, my program will be gauging your progress and adjust itself accordingly."
"You're something else, Johnson."
Dominic moved from my bed to the chair in front of the computer. I passed the headphones to him and started the program I spent the better part of the night working on encoding as much of the syllabus into it as I could. Immediately, the computer screen burst into an array of lights, and the accompanying sound was coursed through the headphones. Then, the words and diagrams from our Chemistry textbook appeared on screen, and after some initial adjustments, Dominic was able to keep up with the pace I set. After a few minutes, I paused the program and asked him how he was feeling.
"It's a bit weird, but it's like I'm watching the Discovery Channel on speed," he said.
"Guess it does," I said, thinking, yeah, he'd know all about speed.
I had him sit back so we could try it for a longer period this time after which when I paused the program again, he said, "I think I'm getting used to this."
Thank god, I thought as I left Dominic alone while I fed and bathed myself. When I got back, he was intently looking at the screen and absorbing the knowledge that should have been there in the first place. For the rest of the day, I worked on my laptop and furiously finished putting the rest of the material on-line while Dominic spent most of his time catching up on half a semester's reading. He was so caught up with reading, he didn't notice that the sun had already gone down when I had him take his break for dinner.
"What time is it?" he asked, partly confused. Poor guy was reeling from information overload.
"Around eight-ish. Let's go down to the kitchen to eat. I ordered pizza," I replied, and he followed me downstairs.
As we were eating, he asked me, "How much more of this shit do I still need to go through?"
"I'd say you're around halfway through. Probably best to finish up what you can tonight while you're still in the mood. You can crash here so you don't have to drive home all tired. What do you think?"
"Good idea. Can I use your phone? I have to call home."
"Sure, it's right over there on the counter."
Dominic stood up and went to the phone to make his call. When his back was turned, I was taken in by the sensual, relaxed confidence he exuded just by standing. My eyes traced the definition on his triceps and admired the thickness of his hairy calves while I imagined what the rest of his body looked like underneath those form-fitting clothes.
Fuck, I couldn't believe it. Despite everything that had happened between us, Dominic Marino was turning me on.
"Dad? It's me, Dominic. Look, I'm staying over Johnson's place tonight to finish studying. No, I'm not fucking with you. Geez. OK, bye." He quickly replaced the handset, and I turned away before he caught me looking at his tight ass.
"Everything OK?" I asked.
"Yeah," he grunted and clammed up. For whatever reason, he looked pissed, and I didn't care enough to find out why.
To break the uncomfortable silence, I asked, "Let's find out how far you've come along, shall we? How many grams can you get from five moles of sulfuric acid?" Call me a sadist, but this was the fastest way to test him.
Dominic stopped chewing on his unfinished slice. The wheels in his head were turning. He then said, "Uumm... 490 grams."
I sat there shocked at his quick and correct reply. I knew my program worked but not *this* well, especially on an idiot like Dominic.
"That's... that's right."
"Yeah." I then pulled out a piece of paper I had brought down with me from my room. "Here's a mid-term test I adapted from my brother's old exams. We're going use it to simulate half of Monday's exam. You've got one hour to answer it."
"OK," he said as he hunkered down. I left him alone in the kitchen while I did the chores I wasn't able to do all day. I didn't want to give my folks a reason not to trust me when they went off for another trip. Before the hour was up, Dominic suddenly appeared in the living room and with the test paper in hand.
"Here you go."
Based on my watch, he was early by a good five minutes. "Are you sure you don't want to review your answers?" I asked.
"I did as much as I could," he replied.
I couldn't help but scoff a little at his confidence. "Your call Marino; your funeral."
But then as I started going through his answers one by one, I couldn't help but be amazed. Aside from a few mistakes, it seemed that Dominic really did learn the subject matter.
He asked, "So, how am I doing?"
"Uh... you're, you're doing pretty well. You've only missed a couple of questions so far, but those were the tricky ones," I said, pointing them out to him.
"I wondered about those," he said contemplatively.
I finished grading his review exam, and, by George, I think he got it! He ended up with at worst a B+. "Well, I have to say Dominic. I'm impressed. Great job."
"No. Fucking. Way," he said, looking at the paper.
"Way. You're on your way to acing that test." I gave him a big smile.
"I couldn't believe it myself how easily the answers came to me. It was like I've always known them," he said. "Hey, there may be something to this shit after all. So what's next, Shaun?"
Did he just call by my first name? For that moment, I felt very proud and happy to helped my one-time friend. Maybe this could be the start of something big.
"Well, why don't you take a break while I set up the next part of the program?" I replied. "You can go clean up if you want to. I left you a new toothbrush and some extra towels in the bathroom upstairs."
Leaving Dominic to watch some TV, I trudged my way back to my room. Being as exhausted as I was, all I wanted to do was to collapse on my bed, but I had files to load before I slept, and I was determined to have Dominic pass that test. I spent the next 45 minutes importing what I had been working all day on my laptop into the program on my desktop.
I was about done when Dominic stepped into the room just wearing his cargo shorts and a wet towel over his shoulder. The sight of him coming from a shower captivated me, and I couldn't help but stare at his magnificent physique. He glistened from the sheen of his skin, and his picture-perfect pecs and abs were framed by the damp hair delineating every cut and curve on his torso. I never realized that he'd look like the guys I drooled over and jacked off to on my computer.
He sashayed towards his backpack to stuff his shirt in. As hard as I tried, I couldn't turn my head away from looking at his ass as he bent over. I was so caught up with it, I didn't notice he caught me looking at him.
"You little shit. I always knew you were a fag," he sneered, covering himself up.
"What? No..." I looked down and saw my shorts tenting obscenely. There was no denying it, and I couldn't say anything. My ears burned with embarrassment of him knowing that I was gay. And by next week, the entire school was going to know it as well.
"Just shut the fuck up, Johnson. I'd be outta here if we weren't finished studying, so here's the deal: keep your homo hands to yourself and maybe, just maybe, I won't beat the shit out of you tonight."
I kept quiet, thinking it was best not to aggravate the situation. I bet once he passed that test on Monday, things just wouldn't return to what they were; they'd get worse after Dominic told his friends about me. Whatever crap I'd been taking from them would probably double, but I'd be damned if I was going to let that happen--not when I had the means to stop it for good.
"So, is it ready, queer?" he asked, clearly enjoying the control he had over me.
With a quick succession of keystrokes, I closed the current program and started another--the original, in fact--in its place. I cleared my throat. "Y-yes," I said, standing up to let him sit down.
Dominic took his seat and grabbed the headphones on the desk. He turned to me and said, "Let's just get this shit over with."
Once again, we both agreed on something.
I moved the mouse over and clicked on the big button at the center of the screen, which began to throb in a series of swirling colors followed by a deep rumbling bass in Dominic's headphones. Unlike the program he'd been using since this morning, this one worked a lot more quickly and... insidiously. It didn't take him long before he finally realized there was something amiss.
"This is... different?" he asked. As hard as he tried, he couldn't turn his head away from the monitor as it sucked his mind in.
"Yes, it is," I said, speaking through a microphone so he could hear me through my special headphones, which sent my words directly into his brain. "Isn't it more... relaxing?"
The word had an immediate effect on him. Dominic became visibly less tense. "Y-yeah..."
"It feels nice, doesn't it?"
"So keep watching the screen, Dominic. It makes you feel good," I said, pressing a key that had the screen send visual stimuli to the pleasure centers of his brain.
He let out a long sigh at that. "'Kay."
"It makes you relaxed." Another key press, and his posture slackened even more.
"You're so tired. You just want to sit and watch the pretty colors and listen to my voice. You don't have to do anything else. You've been working hard all day, and now it's time to relax, to rest."
He gurgled something that sounded like another 'yeah' as he shifted in his seat. From there, I reinforced the suggestion of how easy it was for him to listen to my voice, how comfortable it made him feel, how safe and how watching the screen made him feel so good, so relaxed, and as he went deeper, I started a binaurally-recorded induction script that played right into his headphones, and I watched with glee as the fire in his eyes died out and his face lost all determination. He was mine.
Checking the time, I found out that it was almost midnight, nowhere near my usual bedtime, but I was about ready to turn into a pumpkin from working almost non-stop since Friday. I would've loved screwing around with Dominic's head tonight, but I was just too exhausted for that. Besides, he needed a few hours to stew before he was ready to serve. And serve he shall, I giggled to myself.
I shut off the lights, slipped in under my sheets and felt myself nodding off as soon as my head hit the pillow. I gave Dominic one last look and saw he was mostly quiet, moaning from time to time and shifting in his seat to make himself more comfortable.
"Night, Marino," I said, even though I knew he couldn't hear me and let myself succumb to sleep's blessed embrace.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Dominic right where I left him, sitting in front of my computer, but he was no longer watching the screen. Instead, his body was slumped on the chair, his head tilted to one side and with the headphones over his ears. He, or rather his subconscious, had been listening to the script I left running on a loop all night.
I got out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom. When I was done, it was just in time for breakfast, and I was in a mood for some Italian sausage. I walked over to my computer, stopped my program and disconnected Dominic from the headphones.
"Dominic, can you hear me?"
"Yes sir," came the response I expected after nine hours of indoctrination. I always loved being called 'sir' especially by guys bigger, older and stronger than I was.
"Open your eyes, but do not wake up."
"Yes sir." God, Dominic's deep voice sounded so sexy in monotone.
"Do you know who I am?"
Dominic turned his head to look up at me. "You are my Master, sir."
"That's right. And who are you and whom do you serve?"
"I am your slave, sir, and I serve you."
"And what happens whenever I--and I alone--call you 'slave'?"
"I will immediately return to this state and follow all your commands with no hesitation nor objection, sir."
"Very good, slave. Now, stand up."
"Next, close your eyes and take off your clothes, slowly."
Dominic started stripping off his shirt, and this time I could openly admire the physique he had sculpted into athletic perfection without fear of physical reprisal. My eyes followed the treasure trail from the top of his shorts to just beneath his beefy chest where I took in its wide expanse from the valley between his pecs to the shaved armpits on the outskirts.
After Dominic dropped his shirt to the floor, he worked on removing his pants next. Despite the mechanical inelegance he displayed, I found the sight of him undoing the button, unzipping the fly and then sliding off his shorts over his tasty-looking thighs, all with his eyes closed, utterly sexy, especially afterwards when all he had left on was a pair of tighty-whities that contained a very hefty package. I was quite impressed at its size and thickness and wondered how he would have looked if he were in his wrestling singlet instead.
"Leave the underwear on and sit down," I said as I saw his thumbs about to slip inside the underwear garter.
"Yes sir." Dominic's arms promptly dropped back to his sides, and he sat down and placed his hands on his lap.
"In a moment, I'm going to wake you up, but before that, I want you to listen very carefully to what I'm going to say."
"First, when you wake up, you'll find that you'll be stuck on your seat. Your hands are super-glued to your lap; your feet to the floor. The harder you try getting out of this position, the weaker your muscles will become. You can only move again when I tell you to get up. If you scream or shout for any reason, you're going to lose your voice."
"Second, your entire body is wired to your cock. Every time I touch your super-sensitive skin, it'll be like I'm touching your cock, and you'll feel so good, so aroused, so horny. And as much as you'll probably hate the idea of being so turned on, you can't have enough of it. Unfortunately for you, you won't be able to cum until you're given permission to."
"And third, you're going to forget everything since you sat on the computer after dinner last night. You won't have any memory of being hypnotized, but your subconscious will remember everything I just told you. You won't have any idea of what's happening, but you won't be able to stop it, and you can't lie to me about what you're thinking or feeling."
"Excellent, slave. I'm now going to touch your shoulder, and you're going to wake up."
Time for the show. I shook his shoulder to rouse him. "Dominic, rise and shine."
Dominic's eyes fluttered open, and he was startled when he saw me standing over him. He tried to bolt but got shocked when he couldn't move from his seat. He got even more shocked when he discovered he was only in his briefs.
"What the fuck did you do to me, Johnson? Why can't I move? And why the fuck am I naked?"
"*Almost* naked," I corrected.
He struggled against his 'restraints' to no avail. "You fuckin' drugged me, didn't you? You used that GHB shit on me."
"Oh please. Speaking from experience, are we?"
Dominic tried to scream for help, but all the came out was breathy whispers.
I laughed. "Don't bother, Marino. No one's going to hear you if you shouted anyway. No one's home, remember? It's just you and me and... your big cock."
"My--? You get the fuck away from me, Johnson! You touch me, and I'll kill you!"
"I'd love to see you try, Marino," I scoffed as I circled in. He thrashed his head around to keep me at bay, but I just went behind him, and the moment I placed my hands on his shoulders, he gasped and stopped moving.
"W-what...?" he blurted out.
"Oh, this?" I said, rubbing my hands around his delts.
He gasped again. "N-no... stop that..."
"Stop what?" I teased, this time tracing the length of his clavicle. I smiled when I saw his briefs beginning to bulge. Watching someone else's erection as it was growing had always been an erotic fetish of mine. This up close view of his arousal contributed greatly to my own. I kept at it until he achieved his full length, his huge cock head straining against the material of his underwear.
Dominic squirmed as he tried to get my hands away from him, even moreso when I started sliding my palms back and forth across his chest and twirling the hair around his hardened nipples with my fingers. He groaned out loud while I fondled every bump and cut of his torso from the grooves of his cobblestone abs to the ridges of his ribs.
"That feels good, doesn't it?"
"N-n-n... yes! Fuck, that's n-n... oh God... why am I..."
"Telling the truth? Because you can't help it," I snickered, digging my fingers deep into his meaty pecs. From the way he heaved, one would've thought I deep-throated him or something.
"Shaun... why... are you... doing this...?" he asked plaintively.
"It doesn't matter why. All that matters is how hot you're feeling right now. I bet no one's ever made you feel this way. Must be fun knowing that a fag like me is getting you so worked up. I can see that you are enjoying this--a lot," I said, spying the huge wet spot to one side of his briefs. Through the translucency of the cotton, I could see this boy was very hung, very hard and very, very horny.
I moved and squatted down in front of him. I pulled at the top of the garter, and his 9" cock popped right out. Dominic was cut, as I expected. He was leaking copiously, trickling a steady stream of pre down his veiny shaft.
"Shit, no!" He redoubled his efforts to escape but went all stiff when I wrapped my fingers around his dick, its sensitivity amplified by my post-hypnotic suggestion. His mouth dropped open, and he began breathing heavily.
With my thumb, I massaged the supple area beneath the cock head that spewed more pre, and with my other hand, I gently squeezed and tugged at his balls.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that. Let's see how you like this." I fondled his well-lubricated cock with big, deliberate strokes.
"Unngh... oooh God... please stop, Shaun..."
"Judging by how your balls are drawing in tight to your body, you're probably all ready to shoot, aren't you? Too bad you can't cum until I tell you that you can," I said, loosening my grip and leaving his cock begging for more.
"C-can't c-c-cum?" he asked, his voice full of frustration. He didn't understand how I could prevent him from ejaculating just on my say so, but deep inside, he knew it to be true. He'd been already edging for more than few minutes, and now that he realized how easily I could deny him that pleasure, he felt he'd be there forever.
"That's right, my big gay boy," I taunted flippantly.
"No! I can't be... I'm not..." Dominic choked up and began sobbing.
I looked up at him and saw tears flowing down his cheeks. "What's the matter with you?" I asked.
"Please, please... don't make me say it..."
"Say what? What is it? Speak up."
"Don't make say I'm gay!"
I pulled my hands away from his cock and stood up. "What the hell is this shit?" I shouted.
"Shaun... I-I'm gay, and I've always been gay ever since we were kids."
"Dominic, you can stop fucking around now!" I demanded, but he just went on, since he apparently wasn't.
"But the problem was, I didn't want to be gay. I *couldn't*. My father would have killed me if he found out I was."
"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't *made* you gay yet!"
"I was, years ago. It wasn't your fault, but I blamed you for it. That's why I bullied you. If you weren't around for me to have these feelings, then I wouldn't be gay. I lashed out at you to drive the guilt, the shame--and you--away. I'm s-sorry for the horrible way I treated you. I know you must hate me, but... I loved you, Shaun, and last night, I realized that I still do."
Dominic's words hit me like a sledgehammer. I couldn't believe what I just heard, and I just lost it.
"Love? You, love me? The *fuck* you do, Marino. After all the years you've tormented me, humiliated me... no, this is low, even for you. I can't deal with this right now. Just get out of here."
I didn't realize that I had given him a command to move again, and before I could say another word, Dominic jumped out of the seat, rushed towards me and planted his mouth over mine. I instantly froze, not knowing what to do at first. I tried pushing him away, but as he held on to me even more with his big strong arms, I began to melt. My eyes closed, and I kissed him right back. When I felt his lips pull away, it left an inexplicable void.
Dominic look straight into my eyes. "I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, Shaun. I've been an asshole, no... worse than that..."
"Shut up, Marino." I said as I tried to get back my wits about me. "I think you better leave..."
"No, you don't understand. I-I need you. I'll do anything. I swear it. Let me make it up to you, please don't make me go."
"I said, shut up, slave. Stand up and be quiet."
In an instant, he was in military attention, rigid, unmoving, and I sat down so I could collect my thoughts.
God damn that Dominic. He was fucking amazing kisser. I was hard--harder than I'd ever been in my life. My heart raced, and my skin was flush from the emotions roiling in me. I shuddered thinking about that brief contact we had, and even though it had been a while since I kissed anyone, no one had ever kissed me like *that*.
And I still couldn't believe what Dominic told me, but everything he said was the truth. He couldn't lie to me; I told him he couldn't. I understood where he was coming from. I hadn't come out of the closet myself, and he wasn't kidding about his father--exaggerating maybe--but it was clear just how deep Dominic buried his true identity. So, where did that leave me?
Well, *fuck* this, and fuck Dominic Marino.
In fact, that was precisely what I was going to do this self-hating, self-serving queer.
He might really have loved me, but I decided that it didn't matter. He was right about me hating him, especially now that I knew why he did what he did to me. I was too hurt, too far gone for being forgiving, much less forgetting. He and his friends and everybody else associated with them were going to learn a very valuable lesson about karma. This wasn't about redemption; this was about retribution.
Before I reawakened Dominic and turned him into a human rag-doll incapable of moving on his own, I erased his memory of him ever having feelings for me and reinforced his image as a straight jock-stud, which made breaking it all the better when I shoved my cock up his virgin ass. Since I hadn't removed any of my previous triggers or suggestions, Dominic couldn't understand why he was so aroused from being fucked and, worse, why he couldn't cum even when I made him touch himself. It must have been pure torture and pleasure at the same time. I wished I had the foresight to set up my video camera beforehand as I was sure I would've gotten off watching myself rape this wrestler raw again and again.
After I unloaded my load into Dominic, I triggered him back to 'slave' mode and gave him instructions that he would be unable to remember, much less tell anyone about what happened to him this weekend, but with a single phrase, I could make him relive every single succulent second of his defloration and how much he enjoyed it. I left him so he could finish studying for his test butt-naked with my cum dripping out of his ass while I ate a late breakfast and thought about the future.
After finally getting some rest when I sent him home that night, Dominic passed Monday's Chemistry test with flying colors, and over the course of the month, I got him up to speed with his other subjects. With luck, he could probably salvage enough of his grades to graduate respectably. I did consider turning his life into a total mess, but since he was already going to college on a wrestling scholarship, Dominic could give me easy access to his future teammates. I wasn't going to pass up that opportunity up.
Needless to say, his teachers were impressed with his improved performance, but none as much as Coach Rutherford who called me into his office to personally thank me. When I went in, Coach was sitting there behind his desk and with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Johnson, whatever you did to Marino really did the trick. A deal's a deal, and you've got nothing to worry as far as your Gym grade is concerned."
"Thanks, Coach. I appreciate that," I said, remembering his not-so-idle threat to me weeks ago.
"By the way, I wanted to ask. Do you think you can get the rest of my team to shape up? I know you don't have to, but..."
"It'll be my pleasure, sir," I told him. "In fact, would you be interested in a hands-on demonstration of what I did? I even brought my laptop with me."
He replied with the famous last words, "Why not?"
Coach was under in less than five minutes. Since my weekend encounter with Dominic, I had been working on upgrading my program, which was now designed to turn the harshest homophobe into the horniest hole-hungry homosexual all under an hour, and I began Rutherford's indoctrination into the queer life by exposing him to different images of naked, muscular, hard, ripped, buffed, solid, beefy, hairy and smooth men masturbating, kissing, spooning, sucking, rimming and fucking on the screen. Every time a picture faded in and out, Coach felt a tingle of compounding pleasure.
He muttered, "H-hey... wuh-what's this? This isn't... Chemistry..."
"It's Biology," I said, controlling my snigger. "Specifically, you'll be studying the male anatomy. You're going to spend the next hour getting intimate with it."
"N-no... this is... fag shit. Stop this..."
"You've barely even started, Coach. Go on, look right into the screen."
And he did. It didn't take long for me to bring him over to my cause, and since then, I'd been getting a steady stream of new wrestlers to tutor that started with Dominic's cohorts-in-crime.
That was how red-head George Willis, a 6'4", 220lbs. heavyweight, ended up sitting naked in front of my computer, watching its screen with his emerald-green eyes emptied of emotion, and quietly stroking his 8" cock and playing with his bull balls as he passively accepted his reprogramming from a being musclehead to becoming a muscle bear, which he would consummate by losing his cherry to welterweight Ramon Sanchez, the next guy in my queue of jocks to subvert. I couldn't wait to see that smooth-skinned 5'9", 172lbs. Latino plunge his cock into this hairy Irish hunk who used to bully me along with Dominic. (Two down, three to go!)
Speaking of Dominic, he was behind me on my bed with my big brother Jeremy who was home from college that weekend and getting to know my toy-boi firsthand by fucking the living daylights out of him. Jeremy had been the unwitting guinea pig on whom I beta-tested my program that "encouraged" him transform his 230lbs. flabby body of previous years into the 190lbs. solid specimen he was today. Though I couldn't have my way with Jeremy whenever he was away, I made sure he still had plenty of sex by upping his confidence and tweaking his personality.
No, I didn't turn Jeremy gay, current situation notwithstanding. He wasn't going to remember this anyway; he never did. As far as he was concerned, he was straight, and I preferred him that way since *someone* in our family had to pass on the name and the genes, which, in a sense, was what he would be doing up Dominic's very sore and very stuffed ass in a matter of minutes. (Jeremy ain't my big brother for nuthin'!)
Dominic, on the other hand, was utterly confused. For weeks now, he hadn't been able to fuck any girl or even get off from masturbating himself. He knew he was straight but now could only get hard in the presence of other guys (uncontrollably, of course) or with something like a butt-plug or dildo lodged up his ass (which he discovered all by himself from 'accidentally' sticking his fingers in there from sheer desperation to shoot). Aside from the times I temporarily made him aware of his situation, he had no idea what the hell was happening to him and why he was acting the way he did. He would always carry with him the ineffable knowledge that I was his Master and he was my slave and how much he *loved* getting fucked.
So there he was with his face squashed against my bed, his arms useless to the sides, and his ass high in the air propped up by his knees and thighs while Jeremy rode him from behind. I didn't know how wild with lust Dominic got every time his ass got spanked or his cock got jacked. I couldn't make out his incoherent moans and whispers of futile protestations.
I didn't even see him cumming.