Betcha Can't Eat Just One 3 (hypno)

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Our comfortable new lives were settling into a pleasant routine of shopping for new luxury goods and having sex on demand in our new home, whose rich original owners we had now transformed into both our sex slaves and servants. After we reported back to our Uncle Mark in Michigan the happy results of our tests of the addiction substitution formula, to thank us he sent along bottles of an “antidote” formula which he described on the phone.

As he explained it, the way his clinic worked was as follows: when, say, a heroin addict was assigned to the center, to start they would use the first formula (the one we already had) to replace his addiction with a new addiction, to something far less dangerous. Then, this new “antidote” formula was used, along with therapy, to reduce and gradually eliminate the new addiction. The antidote only worked in unlocking addictions created by the first formula. Even without therapy, the antidote at least provided temporary relief from the pangs of the new addiction.

Needless to say, we didn’t see much immediate use for the antidote, and told Uncle Mark so. After all, the original formula was providing us with a better life than we ever dreamed of. But Mark just chuckled and predicted we would see a use for it soon.

My college track star slave Greg was busy on his own initiative working to rid himself of any heterosexual feelings he might still have so he could devote himself entirely to my pleasure. With my permission, he used the formula to enslave an internationally-known psychology professor at the university—extraordinarily smart (but too old to be sexually interesting to me)—to learn everything he could that might prove useful to me in controlling people. And to help with Greg’s own personal heterosexual elimination goals, Greg had the prof set up a series of aversion therapy sessions for him, where he was heavily drugged, and when he saw a picture of a naked girl he would get an electric shock to his groin, while a picture of me would cause a surge of pleasure. When Benjy caught wind of the enslaved professor, he asked Greg to borrow the prof for awhile—Greg of course deferred immediately to “Bamm-Bamm’s” whim—and he pumped the prof for as much info as he could while pumping his cock in and out of the distinguished scholar. Funny how while in a classroom Benjy is unmotivated by things academic, he can get his mind around the most abstract ideas when his cock is involved.

* * *

When Greg and Benjy were done with the professor, Greg gave him a slug of the antidote formula once a week. This removed the immediate need of his addiction to Greg’s cum without eliminating the addiction itself. This kept him kind of “on call” to provide them with new advice when necessary, and kept him from mentioning his situation to anyone else. Of course, he was none too motivated to have the lurid “insurance” videos of him begging for Greg to shoot cum down his throat become public. Even if the full story were known, it would pretty much make him a laughingstock for life. His dignity was far too important to him to allow that to happen.

Greg made sure to have the prof drink the antidote formula in front of him. Greg didn’t want him to have a chance to run off and have the formula analyzed, since he wanted to make sure of the guy’s ongoing loyalty.

My birthday was coming up in a short while, and Greg promised to use what he had learned from the prof to give me the best birthday present ever. I couldn’t wait. I wasn’t sure what Benjy was going to do with what he learned during his “pumping” sessions, but I didn’t have long to wait to find out. All I knew was that it would involve expanding his empire beyond his stockbroker-cumslave John Durrell.

In one week, Benjy already had John fully trained on Benjy’s personal wants and needs. John never got home late anymore, after suffering through his first withdrawal day. He knew to race home, strip, get down on all fours in his doggy bed, and freeze in position like a statue in anticipation of Benjy’s arrival, even if he didn’t know exactly when Benjy would get home. He knew that if Benjy came in the door and saw him move a muscle, Benjy would refuse to “feed” him, and so he would soon be suffering from intense need, and would then do anything to get Benjy to give him at least a partial cum fix— spend the evening as the toilet, or on the floor as the disobedient family pet inviting punishment, or beg to be whipped. At first the fear of being forced to watch while dad put Liza (John’s wife) through her painful and degrading sexual paces seemed to work as an incentive, but after awhile that seemed to provoke no response from John at all. Soon Benjy was forcing John to invent his own punishments, and if Benjy didn’t think they were degrading or painful enough, it was no cum for John. Most recently, at his own suggestion, John was naked and suspended from the ceiling, functioning as sort of a combination punching bag and pinata.

Now that Benjy had John fully trained in his routine, my short but ruggedly-built 16 year old brother set his sights on his handsome but hard-ass English teacher, who was also the school’s soccer coach. I knew the guy by reputation from my days at the school. An ex-marine, he had been a professional firefighter until a worsening sensitivity to inhaling smoke had forced him to quit the department, although his years of physical exertion and his current weight training made him the best-built teacher at the school, far outmuscling the football coach. He believed in strict discipline in everything, personal and professional, and enforced that principle on his students and family as well.

It didn’t help that Mr. Edwards viewed Benjy (correctly) as one of the school’s prime slackers, and so was especially hard on him, berating him in front of the class, liberally giving him detentions, and frequently making him run laps during soccer practice. In Benjy’s defense, Mr. Edwards was certainly a contributing factor to the kid’s disgust with school. The only reason Mr. Edwards didn’t kick Benjy off the soccer team seemed to be that he enjoyed dumping on him, humiliating him in front of the team, trying to get him to quit. And Benjy just refused to quit if that meant letting this guy win.

At 46, Lon Edwards was nearly triple Benjy’s age, and at just over six feet tall his muscular body towered over Benjy’s just-as-wide one, but none of that deterred for one second the plotting of my little brother, who had long futilely daydreamed of making the big tough guy his personal bitch. Now it was so close Benjy could taste it. Benjy let me in on his plans for his beloved English teacher. Benjy decided he wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple cum enslavement like he had with John Durrell. After all, John seemed resigned to his situation as long as he got his daily cum fix. The occasional torture session was just a sideshow that he had to put up with to get what he needed.

No, that was not a painful enough treatment for this teacher. Benjy really hated Mr. Edwards for all the humiliation he had suffered, and wanted him to hate every minute of his enslavement. And I had to admit, he had the perfect plan.

Lon Edwards doted on his son, Lon Jr., called Lonnie. Lonnie’s mother had died in childbirth, and so only-child Lonnie had his father’s full attention all his life. Lonnie grew up with a very strict and disciplined regimen, consisting almost exclusively of studying, hard physical labor, and working out. Lon Sr. refused to accept anything less that straight A’s from Lonnie, expected nothing less than that Lonnie become the captain of every sports team he joined, and grew furious at anything less than an excellent performance at every sports event in which Lonnie participated. Now that Lonnie was a senior, his school record and near-perfect SATs would get him entry to almost any college he wanted to attend—or more likely, that his father wanted him to attend.

At 6’3”, Lonnie was taller and even better looking than his dad, although not as heavily muscled despite his constant workouts. He was still probably the best-built student at the school, with his upper body bulging prominently through almost any shirt he wore. He kept his brown hair cropped short, like his father. He was quite the piece of eye candy to many of the students at the school, both female and male. But he never had much time for a social life due to the 24-hour “all work and no play” schedule set by his father.

Despite this, he was somehow snagged by Brooke, one of the cutest and most popular girls at the school. They grew close quickly, because he had never experienced such social closeness before and so was sure he was in love, while she saw the handsome athletic stud with all his school success as the guy with one of the most promising futures around. It was rumored he was about to propose to her.

Benjy at first considered enslaving both the Edwards, father and son, to his cum. But he wasn’t really physically attracted to Lon Jr., who was way too young for his taste. Besides, that would obligate him to produce enough cum to feed three hungry cumslaves every day. While he could probably do that with his copious ejaculation capability, he didn’t want to be obligated to. So he formulated an even more devastating plan, one designed to strip Lon Edwards Sr. of everything that was important to him.

While Benjy was quite unmotivated by schoolwork, he was a keen observer of what was going on socially at the school. While observing Lonnie, he noticed a diminutive sophomore skater, Eric, who always seemed to be following Lonnie at a distance, staring at him, hoping not to be noticed. Eric was 5’4” with wispy blond hair, skinny and with small hands and feet. When Eric was near Lonnie, Benjy noticed that he had sort of a glazed look in his eyes, but wasn’t sure if it was love, lust, or just hero worship. Benjy decided to find out.

Between classes, Benjy literally lifted Eric off his feet in the hallway and carried him into an adjacent empty utility room. When Eric got over the surprise of the “lift”, he looked curiously at Benjy. What did this guy want from him?

“Say, Eric!” Eric was quite surprised that Benjy knew his name, he wasn’t in Benjy’s close circle of pranksters and troublemakers. “I see how you secretly follow Lonnie all over the place like a puppy.” Eric blushed from head to toe. “And he doesn’t even know you exist.” True, but why would he? They were geek sophomore and jock senior, circulating in more or less two separate worlds.

“You... you noticed that? How... why? Are you going to tell Lonnie? Or beat me up?”

Benjy laughed. “Nah, you know I’m not the type to go around beating people up. And I have no real reason to turn you over to Lonnie. But what’s your interest in him? I promise not to tell anyone!”

Eric’s blush became even deeper. But he figured he had nothing to lose since Benjy probably had it figured out anyway. This way he had Benjy’s promise he wouldn’t spread the information around. So he admitted to Benjy that he was gay, and had had a crush on Lonnie since getting to the school last year. But he had no excuse to approach Lonnie, and no reason to believe anything good could come of doing it anyway. So he just followed Lonnie around the school halls as best he could while not being late for his own classes, admiring the jock’s muscular form through his unstylish tight-fitting clothes (selected of course by his dad), sighing at the athletic grace of his movement as he walked down the hall, and using what he observed during his walks as fodder for constant jack-off sessions when he got home, or if he couldn’t wait, in the boys room. During those sessions, he dreamed of becoming Lonnie’s “wife”, and being loved and protected by the big guy.

Eric had tried to spot Lonnie in the locker room when changing or showering to see what was underneath those tight clothes, but the real jocks were assigned to a whole separate section of lockers away from the PE crowd, and Eric certainly didn’t want to get caught where he didn’t belong. It would have had painful and permanent repercussions.

Benjy nodded sympathetically through Eric’s story. The bell for the next class was about to ring, so he said, “I think I have a way to get Lonnie to notice you, maybe even to get with you.” Eric was astonished by this statement. “But I need your help getting it done. Meet me after school and I’ll tell you how I think we can make Lonnie yours.” And Benjy took off at a run, since his carefully-laid plans didn’t include getting a lateness detention that particular day.

I later pieced together what happened the rest of that day and the next, directly from the parties involved. It was a pretty inspiring— and very exciting—story. I’ll pass it on here.

After leaving the utility room, despite the need to get to his next class with some urgency, Eric walked slowly to his next class, his mind racing. Benjy had a reputation as a prankster, true, but not as a mean guy. Since everyone knew him and seemed to admire his audacity, there was a certain credibility to his wild statements. He would have no motivation to pull some nasty trick on little Eric, would he? Any joke would probably be on Lonnie. So Eric was determined to hear Benjy out this afternoon. Even if the only result of whatever Benjy had in mind would be that Lonnie would actually learn who Eric was, he felt it would be worth whatever effort and risk.

* * *

The next day, when Lonnie got to his usual seat in Social Studies, he spotted a bright orange gumdrop on the armrest, with a note underneath with a big “B” and a heart on it. Smiling at how thoughtful his beloved Brooke was, Lonnie absent-mindedly popped the gumdrop in his mouth with a smile and a sigh as he waited for class to begin. While he was normally a careful note-taker in all his classes, as the hour progressed his mood brightened and brightened to the point where he was barely noticing the class at all. Being totally straight-edge, he had no way of recognizing an artificial “high” when he felt it...

The following morning, Lonnie was already feeling the lack of something, he didn’t know what. His usual intense pre-school workout didn’t solve the need, nor did his usual high-nutrition breakfast. He tried to shake it off, but by the time of his midmorning classes it was really getting to him. He somehow knew his need was related in some way to the buoyant mood he felt after yesterday afternoon’s gumdrop, so he sought out Brooke at the first opportunity. But Brooke seemed to have no idea what he was talking about.

At lunch, Benjy looked over at Lonnie and saw what he was hoping to see. The dazed and confused hunk had a glazed look in his eyes, and seemed to be completely unable to focus on the conversation of the jocks around him. As lunch ended, Benjy grabbed Eric and hustled him towards Lonnie’s locker, where he knew Lonnie would go to pick up his books for afternoon classes. Eric had been fully briefed by Benjy on what was about to happen next, and got so excited he was barely able to run with Benjy without constantly having to readjust the spike in his pants.

Lacking his usual confident athletic stride, Lonnie approached his locker. Standing by it, he noticed two short sophomores, one of whom he recognized, from his school notoriety, as Benjy. They seemed to be looking at him attentively. He was worried; did they notice how weak he seemed?

Eric hung back while Benjy took the lead. “Lonnie, my man. You don’t look so good. Having a problem?”

Normally, Lonnie the senior would not have much to say to a couple of small sophomores, but Benjy had noticed his situation. In his weakened condition he couldn’t help sharing the information.

“Yeah, I feel... kinda weak... don’t know what’s happening... I think I need to see the school nurse...”

Benjy laughed. “Nah, you don’t need that. Here, try this!” And he handed over a cumdrop, the second one that would then seal Lonnie’s fate. Lonnie stared at it, recognizing it as the same as the one he thought he had gotten from Brooke. Remembering the feeling he got from the last one, and having never tried alcohol or drugs and being totally ignorant of highs, addictions, and their dangers, he popped the cumdrop in his mouth. Immediately, he started to feel relief.

He stared at Benjy. “How did you do that? What was in that gumdrop?”

Benjy said, “Just some stuff that’s good for ya. I was sure it would make you better. That gumdrop should take care of ya through the end of school today. But if you need another one, and I think you just might, you’re gonna have to visit Eric after school, because his place is the only place you can get ‘em. Here’s the address.” And Benjy handed him a piece of paper he obviously had prepared ahead of time.

Lonnie’s cumdrop high was starting up, just like the previous day. Again, he had no defense against it, and no understanding. Instead of feeling furious at having been drugged, he was feeling grateful for Benjy’s help in feeling better, no, in feeling GREAT!

“Thanks, man! I owe you one!” said Lonnie. And you’ll pay what you owe, and much, much more, thought Benjy.

* * *

It was no great surprise when Lonnie pulled up at Eric’s house that evening. Eric’s folks were out, but Benjy was there, which Eric somehow knew wouldn’t surprise Lonnie. Since the big guy rarely went out in the evening (to Brooke’s great disappointment), as a reason for leaving the house, Lonnie had told his father he needed to help a friend. Lon Sr. was proud of his son’s willingness to help others. He would not have been so proud if he had known what was about to transpire that night.

Lonnie was a bit shaky as the need was overcoming him again. He would have been deeply disturbed at the implications of what had been done to him, but he still didn’t really recognize what was happening. Anyway, he was too busy obsessing about getting another gumdrop down his throat to worry about the reason behind it.

As he banged on the door, Benjy told Eric not to answer the pounding right away, to make Lonnie feel even more desperate and dependent. It was hard for Eric not to go running to the door, since this was the evening he had been dreaming of for two years. Well, not exactly in this way, but still...

When Eric opened the door, Lonnie practically ran over him coming in. All pretense of politeness went by the wayside. With no preliminary conversation, Lonnie gasped, “Where are the gumdrops? I need one BAD!”

At this point Benjy stepped forward. “Well, we just found out we’re fresh out of gumdrops,” he said smirking. Lonnie’s eyes grew big with fright, and he involuntarily clutched his stomach. “But don’t worry, big guy, we’ve got you covered. Tell me if this works for you.” He went into the kitchen and came back with a shot glass with a milky-white substance on the bottom, and handed it to Lonnie.

With his uncontrollable craving overriding his reason, Lonnie eyed the glass for only about one second before extending his long tongue to the bottom of the glass and licking up the sticky liquid coating. Right away he knew he had the right stuff, but not NEARLY enough!

While he was doing this, at Benjy’s signal Eric stripped naked and started stroking his respectably fat five-inch boner to erection, which didn’t take long at all. Lonnie was so preoccupied that he didn’t even notice. Benjy told Lonnie, “The only place you can get more of that lifesaving fluid is over there,” and he pointed straight at Eric’s crotch.

Lonnie looked over at Eric in wide-eyed disbelief at first, but he was desperate and Benjy seemed to know what was going on. At that moment his ravenous need almost completely blocked from his mind the sheer depravity of the situation, as he watched the drops of pre-cum start to dribble from Eric’s cock as the little guy stroked it.

Knowing something was desperately wrong with what was happening but not really caring, Lonnie hit the floor on his knees in front of Eric and instantly shoved the entire length of the steel-hard dripping cock into his mouth, so as not to waste a drop of what was coming out of it. Since Eric was sexually inexperienced and utterly in love and lust with the object of his long-time obsession kneeling on the floor before him, in almost no time Lonnie’s efforts were rewarded with several delicious blasts of lifesaving Eric-cum. Lonnie rocked back on his heels with a dazed but deeply satisfied look on his face, like a junkie that had gotten his first new fix in far too long.

As the expected high began to hit Lonnie, Benjy knew this was the time when Lonnie’s mind was most vulnerable, most ready to accept suggestions without thinking about the consequences. He explained that Lonnie had an unusual physical problem, and Eric’s cum was the only known cure. Eric was willing to generously make his cum available to Lonnie each evening, under two conditions. First, Lonnie was forbidden from telling anyone about the arrangement (no problem there, Lonnie was hardly eager to discuss this with anyone!). Second, to maximize the effectiveness of the cum elixir, Lonnie was required to undergo a week’s worth of sessions involving a special type of physical therapy, followed by stress testing, to “open up his system” to the power of the fluid. He would have to show up each evening at Eric’s house for the session, and if he successfully made it through, he would then receive his magic cure. Of course he could quit the sessions anytime he wanted (“yeah, right” thought Benjy as he said this) but it was really up to Lonnie. He would have to do many unusual things he had never done before, but he should think past the difficult stuff to the reward he would get each time.

Benjy didn’t mention that this would really be a perverse type of obedience training, where compliance meant a cum-reward and disobedience meant agonizing withdrawal pain. Lonnie would figure that out soon enough, by which time it would be too late.

Puzzled but content, still licking cum out of the recesses of his mouth, Lonnie drove home. Mmmm, good, he thought as his tongue struck pockets of unswallowed cum. The implications of what had just happened were lost in the fog of the cum high he was experiencing. He decided he’d have to think about that physical therapy thing, it seemed more than a little weird. (Although what he had just experienced, he somehow didn’t associate with “weird” at that moment.) His doubts showed that he hadn’t figured out yet that by the same time the next evening, he would once again be desperately pounding on Eric’s door.

When he woke up the next morning, it all seemed like a dream. He felt just fine (since he had received a nice-sized dose of cum direct from the fleshy steel pipe the night before). His mind was still unable to wrap itself around the activity at Eric’s house, so it simply disregarded it. Until late in the day, by which time his body told him he had absolutely no choice but to return to Eric’s house and accept his fate.

* * *

Over the next week Lonnie underwent “physical therapy” with Eric, under Benjy’s guidance and supervision. Every evening, using the excuse to his father of tutoring a fellow athlete as a favor, Lonnie went over to Eric’s house and went down to the basement. There, he was ordered to strip naked and was subjected to an increasingly humiliating set of orders from the younger kid. At the beginning, it was nothing more than doing exercises—push ups, pull ups, jumping jacks—naked, with his genitals flopping around painfully. But as time went on, Eric’s demands became more and more bizarre.

The second day, after the exercises, Lonnie was forced to stand at full attention facing the corner of the room for a certain amount of time while Eric and Benjy watched television. Whenever they caught him moving a muscle, he lost all credit for the time he had already spent standing, and had to start all over again. Later, he had to perform exercises with Eric sitting on his back or with one boot on his head or ass.

When Lonnie cooperated, he was given an incremental amount of Eric-cum, which helped offset his need but didn’t satisfy it completely. The more he obeyed, the more the cum he was given. When he showed the slightest sign of resistance, or just didn’t obey quickly enough for Eric’s taste, he was deprived of cum and the intense hunger for Eric-cum set in.

Towards the end of the week, resistance or even delayed obedience had become unthinkable to Lonnie, whose addiction-wracked body had now given him a subconscious understanding of the difference between cum-reward and cum-deprivation. At this point, the painful and humiliating nature of the orders no longer even registered on his consciousness, he just obeyed Eric automatically.

Under other circumstances, this might have bothered “reprogramming supervisor” Benjy, who could have wanted to make sure that Lonnie fully experienced and hated the humiliation of what he was going through, and feared what he saw himself becoming, an obedient playtoy for a pair of sadistic young teens. But then Benjy reminded himself that Lonnie was not the real target of this whole exercise. Converting Lonnie into Eric’s mindless slave was just the first delicious step in his plan.

By the end of the week, Lonnie was required to alternate his exercises with sessions of tongue-worshiping different parts of Eric’s cute little body—his feet, his armpits, and eventually the inside of his asshole. To Lonnie this was just another task to perform instantly on demand. The sexual nature of it did not even register with him anymore. He just knew he wanted to please Eric in order to obtain his reward, no matter the pain or disgusting nature of the task. After a while, the degrading acts just seemed second nature to him, even desirable, as they seemed to make Eric happy and were a necessary step towards earning his reward “medicine”. In fact, his competitive nature, a product of his years of sports and academics under the scrutiny of his father, caused him to view improvement of his skill in pleasing Eric as a challenge, and he always rose to challenges.

But the advice Benjy had gotten from the enslaved psychology professor provided the nastiest, most effective part of the sessions. As a delicious strategy of mindfucking, each time just before he received his small Eric-cum reward, Lonnie was placed over Eric’s lap and paddled quite painfully, or forced to stand facing the corner of the room and subjected to a few lashes of his own belt. Afterwards, when Eric was about to spoon out the cum reward, with Lonnie now kneeling on the floor in front of him, licking his lips in eager anticipation, Eric would look down lovingly at the mindfucked jock, stroke his hair (what there was of it), and praise him for how well he had taken the punishment.

If Lonnie had been extra good about enduring the pain, Eric might even grant him the rare luxury of being allowed to cum, rubbing his dick across Eric’s leather boots, admiring Eric standing godlike above him. It never took more than a minute for Lonnie to cover Eric’s boots in a thick layer of his cum. Then, after licking his own scum off the boots, plus whatever grime had accumulated on the boots that day, Lonnie would receive his spoonful of lifegiving elixir, curing him of his cravings and then sending him into a mini-high. Eric’s tender and loving action in “curing” him (as he now saw it) made Lonnie all the more determined to do even better in causing Eric pleasure the next time.

The level of punishment was ratcheted up bit by bit, until by the end of the week Lonnie was being hogtied, kicked and whipped before his cum-hunger release. And the more pain he was forced to endure, the bigger the spoonful of Eric-cum he was given afterwards. Benjy set it up this way so that Lonnie would start to associate increased pain and humiliation with increased satisfaction at having more greatly pleased Eric and thus getting a bigger reward for it. This relentlessly repeating sequence of deprivation, degradation, and intense physical punishment followed by tenderness, release from the pangs of withdrawal, and the high that naturally followed would eventually cause long-term love-starved, isolated Lonnie to actually begin to crave humiliation and pain from little Eric.

All of this was a lot of work for Benjy, since Eric needed as much training in being sadistic in his treatment of Lonnie, as Lonnie needed to become excited by punishment from Eric. But Eric (an almost-16-year-old virgin) was intensely motivated to learn, this having been the first real opportunity for sex he had had with anyone but his right hand, even if this was a really perverted kind of relationship, not the sort of “royal prince’s love consort” role he had always dreamed of with Lonnie. Each day Eric seemed to be able to dig deeper and bring Lonnie lower than the day before. And each cycle of cum-need, humiliation, physical punishment and reward dug deeper into Lonnie’s subconscious.

By the end of the week, instead of fearing these sessions, Lonnie was actually looking forward to them. Although he was physically strong and in great shape, his will had been kept weak over the years by the way his father had run his life almost completely. So it wasn’t completely unnatural for him to gradually come to submit willingly to Eric’s commands as a substitute for his fathers’. The shift came subtly, without him even really noticing it as the week went by. But now, whenever Eric wanted something, Lonnie felt the need to give it to him, even if there was no immediate cum-reward forthcoming. His own considerable cock grew hard whenever he felt he had pleased Eric, and his body-worship of little Eric grew more and more sincere.

Also by the end of the week, Benjy had revealed to Lonnie the whole truth of how he had become enslaved to Eric’s cum, but by that time it hardly mattered to him. Benjy told Lonnie the facts because it was necessary for him to know in order to set up the next phase of his plan to destroy Mr. Edwards.

Eric enjoyed it when Lonnie began to beg to be punished, in the subconscious hope that it might really please Eric and lead to a loving stroking of his stubbly hair and a satisfying cum-fix afterwards. Even when it didn’t, Eric could see Lonnie’s cock expand to twice the length of his own whenever he was spanked, strapped, or tied and whipped.

Lonnie wanted more and more to keep Eric happy. Knowing from an offhand remark that Eric wished Lonnie’s hair were longer so he would have more to run his fingers through, and especially so he would have more hair to grip for what had become his regular face-fuckings, Lonnie secretly skipped that week’s regularly scheduled haircut (the schedule naturally having been set up by his father).

* * *

Towards the end of Lonnie’s week from hell, Benjy activated the next part of his plan. Everyone knew Mr. Edwards was dating Connie Maxwell, the shapely blonde ninth grade history teacher. Since it worked so well with Lonnie, Benjy used the same tactic with Lon Sr.: a “cumdrop” with a note underneath it signed with a “C” and some hearts, left on the desk at the front of the detention room just before the session began. Benjy didn’t have detention that day, but when he observed Mr. Edwards entering the room, he looked through the glass pane in the door, saw the teacher look at the note and smile, and consume the cumdrop. Silently cheering inside, he went off to Eric’s house to help with Lonnie’s last night of conditioning.

The next morning, Mr. Edwards was feeling strangely deprived. He thought back to the buzz he had gotten from the gumdrop the previous afternoon, and went to ask Connie about it. Oddly, she denied all knowledge of the treat, and now he had something to worry about. As his strange neediness grew over the day, it took all the considerable strength and self-discipline he had to shake it off and conduct himself normally in his classes. He felt fortunate that it wasn’t soccer season, so his only responsibility in the late afternoon was overseeing detention.

Benjy intentionally got himself a detention that day. That afternoon, as required, he got to the room before the session began. One other student showed up; to get rid of him, Benjy made up the story that the detention supervising teacher had been called away, and so his detention was to be served the next day. The student left, and Benjy set up his surprise...

When Mr. Edwards opened the door to the detention room, the first thing he saw was Benjy smirking at his arrival. Then turning towards the desk, he saw a sight that absolutely froze him in place. There, sprawled across the desk face down, was the tall, muscular figure of his beloved only son Lonnie, stark naked, moaning in ecstasy. And on top of him, fucking him so fast his movement seemed like a blur, was a small blond boy who looked like he was about 13, stopping every dozen or so piston-strokes to slap Lonnie’s ass.

And Lonnie was groaning, “Fuck me Eric, I need you in me Eric, faster, PLEASE!” Lonnie knew he had to sell this whole thing to his father, or he wouldn’t receive the punishment/cum reward session he needed so badly, since the night before, at Benjy’s suggestion, Eric had left Lonnie well short of the cum he needed to satisfy his need. Besides, after his intense week of conditioning, Lonnie actually WANTED to please Eric, whom he looked up to because of his dominant, commanding ways. Actually, that need to please a dominant, punishing male was really also a result of his whole LIFETIME of conditioning at home.

Yet of course, while he was by now fully used to Eric probing the depths of his ass pussy, he really hoped Eric wouldn’t lose control and accidentally cum in there, because he really NEEDED that cum to be blasted down his throat.

Mr. Edwards’ whole world was spiraling into disarray. He stood there sputtering, “Wha..? What’s happening here?” He was too stunned to move.

Eric felt he was about to shoot his load, so he pulled out of Lonnie’s ass. Instantly, Lonnie flipped over onto his back and literally picked Eric up and repositioned him so his spasming cock was directly over Lonnie’s face. Then Lonnie arched up to catch Eric’s cock in his mouth and began to savor the incredible relief he had been waiting for, blast after blast. Lon Sr. was still too stunned at the sight in front of him to say anything.

Finally, after his long tongue had swirled around cleaning Eric’s cock of the last precious drops of life-giving liquid, Lonnie put Eric back down. He knew it was now time for him to EARN the cum fix he had just received. Everything depended on his convincing his father of what Benjy and Eric had instructed him to say.

Lonnie addressed his father, his voice breaking. “Dad, I’m gay, and I want to be Eric’s bitch. I need to be with him every day,” said Lonnie, thinking, at least that last part is sure true. “I’ve got to do whatever he wants. I’ve secretly worshiped him since he first got to the school last year. My going with Brooke was just a cover. I NEED cock. I NEED to be Eric’s cumdump. I want him to fuck me, spank me, whip me, use me in any way he wants. He’s my beautiful masculine ideal.” He picked Eric up again and moved the kid’s face over his own, and began a long, passionate kiss with lots of tongue. He knew he needed to totally convince his father of this false history, or he’d be spending the next night pounding on an unanswered door at Eric’s house. Or even worse, confined by his father in his own house, with a TOTAL horrible lack of Eric-cum.

What he didn’t know was that his father wasn’t in great shape either. Since consuming the spiked gumdrop, Lon Sr. had now gone 24 hours without a new fix, and he couldn’t understand why he was feeling so... empty, so needy. Since he was in perfect physical shape, he had been able to hold off a collapse, even put on a normal front up to the present, but that was ending. And now, hearing that his tall, strong son all along secretly wanted to be the bitch and cumdump for some tiny, frail gay skater kid—realizing that his son would have no glorious future with a wife and kids but instead would be fucked, beaten, and taken advantage of for the sexual gratification of his delicate pretty sophomore “master”—put him over the edge.

Benjy came to his rescue. “Mr. Edwards, I understand why you might be feeling a bit unhappy right now, a bit NEEDY.” The teacher looked up sharply—how did this horrible caveboy-like punk know about his bizarre unexplained craving? Somehow, Lon knew, this undisciplined little shit was responsible for everything that was going on, that was ripping his life apart. But he couldn’t keep a look of desperation out of his eyes as he looked at Benjy.

Benjy produced a huge insincere smile. “Since you seem to lack the discipline to ‘do without’, and need immediate gratification, I think THIS will solve your problem. Or at least about half of the problem.” Benjy held out a beaker taken from the chem lab with a bit of a sticky white substance at the bottom. “Lick it up!” Mr. Edwards’ resistance was at an all-time low, and Benjy seemed to understand his need somehow, so he licked the disgusting substance off the glass. Almost immediately, he felt relief as his need was partially satisfied. As he felt the inner pain ease up, it was replaced with a high rushing through him as it had the day before. Recognizing it for what it was, he fought the high as he watched his son giving little Eric a fairly complete tongue bath. Eric giggled as Lonnie’s big tongue tickled his mostly hairless armpits.

“What... what have you done, you little shit?” roared Lon Sr. at Benjy, feeling at least partly revived. Despite the remainder of the need still stabbing through his body, he was ready to lunge at Benjy and kill him.

Benjy said innocently, “Me? I didn’t do anything. I’m not SMART or DISCIPLINED enough to do something like this. No, it was Lonnie, he set this all up! It seems he thought you would completely freak out when you found out he was gay and in love with Eric. He tried to find a way to make you understand his feelings, his need for a guy. He used his great science ability, plus a lot of internet research and experimenting, and figured out how to help you identify with him. Tell your dad, tonguebath- boy.”

For Lonnie, this was the hardest part of the faked scene. Since he was a little kid, he never lied to his father, because his he knew that his father, a skilled judge of character, and particularly of HIM, would spot it instantly. As Lonnie began his rehearsed speech, he was sweating profusely.

“Yeah, Dad, I knew I couldn’t give up my love for Eric,”—he gave Eric a few more “loving” licks for emphasis—“and I know how you feel about gay people, and I knew if I just told you about my love for Eric you’d lock me in the house, or send me to a psychiatric hospital, or to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere, or to military school. And I couldn’t stand the idea of being separated from Eric like that.

“I talked to Eric about it, and he said his best friend Benjy read something on the internet that might help you feel the way I feel about desperately needing a guy. So with his help I worked for a long time and figured out how to make you addicted to Benjy’s cum. I synthesized the liquid and added it to your food this morning. Now you need a certain amount of Benjy’s cum every day to survive. There’s no cure. You need Benjy the way I need Eric. I hope you understand why I did it, and forgive me.” Lonnie knew exactly what this speech was doing to his father, and it was destroying him inside too. Still, Lonnie needed to “sell” the whole story as if his very life depended on it, which of course is exactly how he felt.

Lonnie went on, “Benjy just gave you what I calculated is half the dose of his cum that you need for the day. He’s got the other half with him somewhere.” At this point, to prevent his father from looking him in the eye, when Eric blithely twirled a little finger towards his own ass, Lonnie dove down to rim him. Of course by now, sweat was dripping out of Lonnie’s every pore, which would normally have been a dead giveaway to his father that he was lying through his teeth.

But at the moment, his father was not in great condition either physically or mentally. Quivering with need, he just heard his son’s words and helplessly absorbed them at face value. His own son—his reason for living, the pride of his existence—had been secretly gay all this time, and had become the bitch of an effeminate little kid. And now the son had betrayed his father, completely ruining his life, turning him into a cum-addict slave to that worthless throwback faggot slacker...

Lon Sr. growled at Benjy, “You! You’re responsible for all of this, I just know it! I’m gonna hurt you bad! I’m gonna find a way out of this, no matter what, and when I do—”

“I don’t think you’re gonna wanna do that, Mr. Edwards. I know you can take a ton of pain yourself, but if you do anything to me, Lonnie will run away with Eric. Won’t you, Lonnie?” Lonnie looked up briefly from rimming Eric to shake his head yes, and quickly dove back down to Eric’s ass, eliciting a snicker from Benjy. “To stay with Eric, I’m sure Lonnie would head to somewhere you’d never see him again. True, as a street kid he’d probably have to turn tricks to survive, to earn enough for him and Eric to live off, but he’s real good-looking, I don’t think he’d have a problem finding customers. But any other future he might have is gone.

“You know, you could just leave things the way they are. That way, Lonnie gets to keep his future, at least the school and career parts. Of course he’ll still be devoting his life to the pleasure of his ‘husband’, but we can keep everything a secret here at school. See, that way Lonnie still gets to be valedictorian, go off to a great college, play football, and live with his husband, and you get to keep your job AND access to your faggot son. Both your reputations will be safe. And hell, if you want, I’ll even let you pick the woman of your dreams, one you’d never even get NEAR normally, and use Lonnie’s formula to enslave her to YOUR cum. The possibilities are endless. But you’re MY cumdump and slave for the rest of your life, or as long as you keep me interested, and you’re really gonna WANNA keep me interested. Just like Lonnie belongs to Eric from now on, as long as he remains a devoted wife and obedient sex slave. So it’s up to you to make the best of it. Agreed?” Benjy was holding out another cum-coated beaker.

Lon Sr. was beaten. He had seen and heard for himself that his son was never going to be a family man with kids, just a little faggot skater’s slave, and seemingly had wanted to be that all along. How could he have missed the signs? Evidently Lonnie lived for Eric’s love and abuse, and was willing to destroy his father and run away forever to keep that love and abuse. But Lonnie was the most important thing Lon had in life. He needed to cling to what little he had left, and besides, he needed— CUM! Benjy-cum! Looking submissively down at the floor, he reached out to accept the beaker from Benjy, signifying his total surrender to whatever Benjy had in store for him...

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