The Trouble with Triplets

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under 18, or are offended by the idea of male-male sex or mind control, DO NOT read this.

OK, here it is. No character development, not much of a plot, no great writing, but it kept ME excited!

Reader feedback is appreciated. It helps me determine what and whether to write!

[1]

Rob Chadler, the all-star NFL quarterback, sat across from the high school coach. "I've got to tell you, I was seriously impressed by the way you beat our West High team," he said. "And now that West has been knocked out of the 5A championship, I have to consider what's best for my sons. They've only got one year left to win a title. And I can't have them leaving high school as losers."

Chadler was built the way you would expect an all-pro QB to be, tall and with an upper body that threatened to break free from his wifebeater shirt. Still, at age 33, with his boyish grin, freckles, and straight long brown hair that still hung over his eyes, he looked like nothing more than an overgrown kid. His almost 17-year- old triplet sons, blond, nicely muscled and looking more like his younger brothers, were poking around the coach's sparsely furnished office, clearly not impressed by what they saw. Their school was a nationally-known football power, well-funded, lavishly equipped and professionally staffed, and yet this podunk high school had eliminated their top-ranked team from the state playoffs.

Everyone knew of the Chadler triplets. At 6'6", an inch taller than their dad, they starred on the West High team that was fully expected to win state. As they strode around his office, the coach noticed their fluid, athletic movements. Their every action betrayed a totally confident attitude, bordering on cocky, although when they grinned they showed that they inherited their father's winsome ways. Rob Jr., the oldest by six minutes, was West's quarterback; Brett, second in age, was a running back, and Danny, the "baby" by a few minutes, was tight end. If you saw them individually, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. But when they were together, you could sense the subtle hierarchy of age. Rob Jr. was clearly the leader, Danny the last in line. But outside the family, any of the three would dominate in almost any group.

The elder Chadler went on. "So Coach, how did you take a team from a 2-9 record last year to the championship game? No one's ever done anything like that before in this state."

The coach smiled. His life of constant workouts showed in his considerable build, although his muscular development lacked the refinement of the quarterback's. "Well, we changed our system this year, and it has worked great, if I say so myself. But of course it's secret. We wouldn't want our competition to find out, would we?"

"Well, coach, I am seriously considering moving into your district in the next month so my sons can play for your school. I want them prepared for playing at the next level, and I think you're the man to do it."

The coach looked at the triplets. "I'm sure your sons would fit in very well under our new system. We emphasize discipline and respect for the team over individual performance. I've found that when you do that, individual performance follows along naturally."

The QB laughed. "They could have used that lesson a few days ago when you kicked our butts, huh?"

"True. To tell the truth, I'd be thrilled to have them here next year. Tell you what: if you'd like, just to get an idea what we're about, I'd be happy to let them work out with the team tomorrow afternoon. Interested?"

The triplets didn't look that interested, but their father was. "Great. That way they can see how they could fit into a true championship team. Something they didn't get at West."

The coach and the QB shook hands. "Fine. We'll be expecting them tomorrow." The Chadler men left. The coach walked out of his office, into and through the locker room, to join the team in the workout room at the back. As he got there, his eyes locked onto the sign taped on the door that had a picture of a hand making a gesture and which said, in large black letters,

"TEAM IS OBEDIENCE"

and his eyes glazed over. Mumbling "Obedience is team", he shed his clothes down to his jockstrap, took his collar that was hanging from a nail in the wall and fastened it around his neck, and entered the workout room.

There, the team, similarly attired in collars and jockstraps, was in a workout frenzy. They mostly worked in pairs, with one using a machine while his partner chewed on his nipples, lapped at his armpits, tongued his balls, or licked his feet. Tom, the senior quarterback preparing for the championship game, his last, was attended by the tongues and hands of three of his offensive linemen as he went through his regimen.

On two chairs on one side of the room sat Greg and Tim, the only students in the room not wearing collars. Greg, a senior, 6 feet tall, was not on the football team; his swim team credentials were displayed by his lean, smooth physique and respectable six-pack. Tim, a sophomore, 5'5", wiry and muscled, was on the wrestling team at 110, but was more of a brain than an athlete. Greg and Tim each had between his spread legs a beefy defensive player kneeling and facing him, looking longingly up at him, and occasionally down at his crotch, licking his lips. Greg and Tim absent-mindedly stroked their devoted linemen's hair as they might have a pair of large pet dogs, as they discussed the developments they had witnessed from the webcam in the coach's office.

Tim was concerned. "Tomorrow? How can we possibly have the triplets here tomorrow? It takes at least a week of conditioning to get someone completely into our system. They're straight. They're arrogant. They'll freak out... they'll tell!"

Greg said, "Don't worry. We don't have to fully integrate them into the system tomorrow. We only have to get them as far as obedience. In a few hours, we can have them completely under our control, whether they like it or not. Then we can have them start to come over regularly to finish the job.

While Tim was contemplating this answer, his kneeling lineman's extended tongue stealthily moved closer and closer to Tim's jockstrap. Just as it was about to reach its goal, Tim noticed, pointed what looked like a TV remote control at the lineman's collar, and pushed a red button. The lineman yelped and pulled back.

"Bad Lance. Baaaad. You know you're not supposed to touch me without my permission." The lineman looked up at Tim with sad, puppydog eyes. Tim softened. "Aaah, you know I can't say 'no' when you look at me like that. Wash my balls." The lineman gratefully dove at Tim's crotch, laving his balls one at a time. Greg laughed at the picture of the lineman, who weighed more than twice what Tim did, licking the sweat off his small master's balls, with great gratitude at being allowed to do it.

Greg surveyed the room. "Hey, look, Jansen is serving as Tom's footstool as Tom does reps on the weights, and we didn't even tell him to! He's really putting himself into it, isn't he?" Greg pointed his remote in the direction of Tom's big feet and pushed a green button. Immediately, he heard a moan of pleasure from Jansen, and saw Jansen's jockstrap bunch up under pressure from his growing cock underneath.

Greg returned to the subject at hand. "Don't worry about the triplets. Just make sure you bring enough of the drug to start the conditioning, and to guarantee they'll come by to my house each evening until they're completely 'ready'. Frankie, rub your chin stubble on my cock, and you can have my cum." His pet lineman, who kept his stubble at a constant level just for the reason of pleasing Greg, began to stimulate his master's cock with his chin in anticipation of his protein prize. After a good number of strokes, Greg grabbed Frankie's head by his hair, forced Frankie's mouth onto his cock, and shot down his throat. After swallowing his delicious hot snack, Frankie cleaned Greg's cock of stray drops and crawled away.

Greg clapped his hands, which signaled the end of the workout. Coach stood in front of the group, gestured, and said, flatly, "Team is obedience," to which the players flatly replied in unison, "Obedience is team." Coach went on, "Good workout, and let's thank Master Greg and Master Tim for our success and the personal happiness they have brought us. See you at practice tomorrow." As the players left, they hung up their collars on the nails and went to the showers. As they left the area of the workout room, they seemed to snap out of their trance and started their normal bantering. Anyone seeing the team now would not notice anything unusual about their behavior. It was as if nothing had happened. Yet their team conditioning had been reinforced at the same time as their physical conditioning was improved. The team was so closely bonded, and so totally in shape, that they were virtually impossible to beat.

 

[2]

After school the next day, the triplets showed up in Coach's office. He was waiting for them with a DVD player. "Rob, Brett, Danny, have a seat. I'm glad you decided to come. I'm sure you'll find this a rewarding experience, and you can meet our team a bit later. But first, I thought I'd show you our standard orientation video. While I'm setting it up, please drink the sports drinks in front of you. I insist that everyone who works out with us be fully hydrated." The triplets thought this was a bit weird, but they dutifully drank what was in the cups. "OK, now watch the video closely. I'll be back when it's done." With that, Coach pushed the "Play" button and left the office.

The video began with a history of Hoover High, with an emphasis on its historic football accomplishments, which until this year actually never amounted to much beyond the city's bounds. But gradually, the video started to introduce regular spiraling patterns in the background, while the pictures and sound track became more and more repetitive, just as the drug in the sports drink started to kick in. The video reached its crucial middle stage, as the voice-over droned: "Hoover has always promoted the TEAM concept above the individual. We emphasize TEAM needs, and find that success is tied to TEAM OBEDIENCE. We believe that TEAM is OBEDIENCE. TEAM is OBEDIENCE. When you hear this, when you see the HAND make the SIGN, you know that OBEDIENCE is TEAM. You must say, 'OBEDIENCE is TEAM.' Say 'OBEDIENCE is TEAM." By now, all three triplets were fully in a trance induced by the video; all three said out loud, in unison, "Obedience is team."

The video went on to reinforce this message over and over, and to introduce the Hoover concept of the "team master", Greg, and his assistant master, Tim. As they were described and pictures of them were shown, the triplets were helplessly induced by the video to produce hard-ons. They were told that the hard-ons were uncomfortable in their clothing, and they were instructed to take everything off. Masters Greg and Tim could thus easily tell if this first video was working properly by watching the webcam in the coach's office. As the video went on, whenever the phrase "team is obedience" was heard and the hand gesture shown, there was a pause for the subjects being programmed to say, "obedience is team." And whenever a picture of Greg or Tim was shown, the subjects were expected to begin to get hard automatically.

The three giant blond teens suddenly snapped out of a daze, to find themselves in the workout room kneeling in a row wearing only jockstraps and collars. As much as they flexed their considerable muscles, they found they could not stand up, or even turn their heads, although they were not physically bound in any way. In front of them, sprawled over two easy chairs wearing jockstraps, were Greg and Tim. The triplets immediately knew who they were from their programming, although they didn't know HOW they knew. They had no conscious memory of having left the coach's office while watching the video, or even much of what had been on the video.

At the foot of their chairs, Greg and Tim were each getting their feet tongue-bathed by a muscular football player on all fours in front of him. The player "pets" Lance and Frankie, clad identically to the triplets in jockstraps and collars, had their eyes half-closed with pleasure, and had totally devoted looks on their faces as they lovingly slurped away.

The triplets had expressions of fear mixed with rage. If they could only get loose, they could pound Greg and Tim into the ground. Greg enjoyed watching the rippling muscles in their arms and legs as they fought their imaginary constraints. The triplets, despite themselves and their emotions, were also becoming hard, although they had no idea why. It was beyond their control, which added to their fear. Rob Jr. tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Greg smiled. "So you want to join our team. We're sort of the team gods, Greg and Tim. We're the ones who have made Hoover High a championship-caliber football team. But you're going to have to get with our system to join the team. Then I can pretty much guarantee you'll be state champions next year, like your daddy wants. Cocksucking, ass-rimming, boot-licking, punishment- craving, man-worshipping bottom pussies, yes, but champions."

Hearing this, the triplets redoubled their struggles to get free. They were covered with a thin layer of sweat from the effort. "Fight it all you want, but you WILL join this team, on our terms. To help with your conditioning, you're going to have to watch a few more long, boring videos. But don't worry, you won't remember sitting through them. And in here, we'll help you further learn right from wrong with this." He pointed the collar remote control at the triplets, which they stared at blankly.

"Displease me, and you get THIS," Greg said, pushing a red button. Instantly, they were writhing in pain, although nothing touched them. Even with the punishment, they could not move off their knees, or lift their arms. And no sound came out of their mouths. The pain slowly died down as Greg watched.

"But please me, and THIS is how it feels." Greg pushed a green button, and immediately, the triplets felt as much pleasure as they ever had in their entire lives. It was like throwing a touchdown pass and having sex with the hottest chick imaginable at the same time. Their cocks, untouched, pushed past the top of their jockstraps. As the effect gradually wore off, the triplets felt an bizarre mixture of abject fear and intense satisfaction. Towards Greg and Tim, they also could feel the faint video-induced stirrings of lust, love, and loyalty behind their still-strong feelings of hatred and contempt. It made no sense, but they could already tell it was beyond their control.

Greg observed the scene with satisfaction. Clearly the first video had worked as hoped, and he could guarantee that the mindfucked triplets would return to complete their conditioning. When that was done, they would be his willing instruments and playtoys even when not tranced. He saw the confusion in their eyes, and reveled in it. He clarified their helplessness to them, reinforcing it while he did so:

"Right now, I don't own your hearts, minds, or gonads, but I do have one thing: your absolute and unquestioned obedience. You don't have the will to disobey anything I tell you. You can't even try to find your way around my commands, your minds will force you to comply totally. For example, you're looking at me with real hatred and fear in your eyes. I order you to replace that look with one of total lust." Instantly, the triplets' hardened facial expressions changed to intense attraction, complete with lip licking. "See? You don't feel it yet, but you have to look it, 'cause I told you to.

"I know you hate me now, but trust me, in a few days your muscled bods will be tripping over each other to humiliate yourselves in my presence. And I know you don't like the idea of being reduced from alpha males to obedient musclepussies, but you'll be truly grateful to me for doing it by the end of the week. By the way, you have to report to my house every evening at 7 to complete your training. You can tell your folks you're making friends with your new team. And you have to insist to your dad that he move to our school district, that it's the best idea he's had. And you can't tell anyone what's really going on with our team, without my permission."

Greg's speech, and the triplets' reaction to it, was turning Tim on something fierce. He was busy rubbing his cock through his jockstrap.

"Tim, you look like you could use some help with that. Rob Junior, lick Master Tim's cock. And make sure you do the whole length of it." Tim walked up to the paralyzed kneeling Junior, and ground his crotch in the helpless jock's face. Automatically, without even a conscious thought, Junior responded to Greg's command, making sure his long tongue covered every inch of Tim's cock with jock saliva.

Greg laughed. "Seven inches. Not bad for a skinny little guy, huh? But I can't compare it to you guys' over nine-inch power cudgels. They're yours now, but soon they'll be my personal weapons, along with your intense green eyes, perfect blond hair, and long tongues, in my plan to control the school and more. With the three of you, I'm gaining over twenty-eight inches of jock meat for me to play with, and for my other slaves, and future slaves, to worship and care for.

"Oh, and my final command for today: Forget your separate bedrooms. You have to learn to lose your individuality and become integrated team members, so you won't be able to sleep unless you're all touching each other. That will be a good way to start the process. You may have to hide it from your folks for now; I'll take care of that later, when the coach becomes VERY good friends with both your father and mother. Then you'll be able to interact any way you like -- or rather, any way I like -- and your parents won't even notice. They'll be too busy working with coach.

"OK, go home. And I'll see you tomorrow evening at my house." Without a word, the triplets stood in unison, dashed to the corner to grab their clothes, dressed, neatly hung their collars on the wall as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, and ran out the door in fear.

As they drove home in Junior's Porsche, Junior said, "They're going to take over our whole family. Dad, Mom, all of us. We've got to stop them!"

Brett said, "But we can't tell anyone. It would be wrong." Both his brothers nodded their agreement. "And we really do have to convince Dad to let us join the team," he went on. "We've got to be champions next year."

"Obviously," said Danny. All three of them fully accepted the correctness of Brett's observations, as if they were their own ideas.

Danny went on, "But I want to be a team leader. I don't want to become a sex slave to a pair of sadistic faggots. And you heard him about the coach. He's already their slave. Can you imagine him lording it over Mom and Dad?" But a funny thing happened. As Danny went over each of these possibilities, all three boys felt a stirring in their crotches. Each of them secretly hoped he was the only one having the reaction. But the first indoctrination DVD was beginning to have its effect. And in just three more days, if everything went according to Greg's plan, the heart, mind and gonad takeover would be complete...

 

[3]

The training and conditioning week was a great success. Even when not tranced, the triplets' feelings about the system, the coach, and the team gods were compatible with those of the rest of the team. At Greg's house, as the triplets stood in only jockstraps, tranced and at attention in front of Greg and Tim, the masters' "pets" Lance and Frankie were crawling around them on all fours, sniffing their crotches, feet and legs, and occasionally darting a tongue out to clean off a drop of sweat, like the large pair of puppies they had been turned into. From now on, with the appropriate command, the triplets would lose any sense of independent thought or action, only feeling a need and desire to obey. Even when they were not in a trance, and thought they were independent beings, they would not realize that their personal goals and desires were now planted in them by Greg and Tim.

Greg spoke. "You are now ready to join the team. I have fixed your sense of right and wrong so it will be consistent with the team's. You're ready to join the team in our last workout before the championship game. And I know you'll be helpful with that workout. It will help team morale and solidarity to have each team member anoint you with his precious bodily fluids. And you know you want those fluids!" And they truly knew they did.

"Tomorrow, we'll see how competitive you are with your new programming. Tomorrow's workout will feature a wrestling competition among the three of you. Since you're well physically matched, it will be mental toughness that wins the match. And when you hear the stakes, each of you will be REALLY motivated to win. The prize is: total access to my cum. You know from these last few days how strong that makes you, and how weak you feel when you're deprived of it." This, too, had been part of their week of conditioning.

"OK, I need to do a bit of individual programming of Rob Junior. Tim, send Lance and Frankie home, and take Brett and Danny down to the living room so I can work a bit with Junior." Tim escorted the four jocks downstairs, saw Lance and Frankie dressed and out the door after a friendly rub of their muscular rears, and then sat Brett and Danny, still tranced, on the couch.

"Oh, shit," thought Tim. "I forgot to pick up the drug supply we're going to need for tomorrow." He looked at Brett and Danny sitting dazed on the couch, staring forward mindlessly. Surely it would be all right to leave them like this. Greg would probably be done with Junior in a couple of minutes, and would come down to deal with them. Tim got dressed, went out the front door, and ran to his car. As the front door closed, the loud "click" of the doorlatch awakened Brett from his trance. Where was he? He saw Danny sitting there, eyes open but totally out of it. He tried shaking Danny awake, to no avail. Evidently, Danny's trance was much deeper than Brett's had been. Brett heard noise from upstairs...

In his room, Greg was pacing around Junior, who had both huge feet firmly planted on the spot and was staring forward. Greg spoke, letting his works soak through to the subconscious of his playtoy.

"You know the real purpose of the match tomorrow. I can't spend time running all three of you. I have to pick one of you as boss of the other two. Besides, you know each other so well, so one of you is the best one to know how to operate the other two brothers. But which one? You all look so alike."

Greg ran his fingers through the flowing blond hair of the frozen, helpless Junior. He had to reach way up to do it.

"I want you to win, Junior. I've seen how you three guys interact. When each of you is alone, his body and sheer power of will seems to command total respect and awe from whoever he's with. But when you're together, I've seen that you tend to run the show. You must know how to push your brothers' buttons, keep them in line. For the good of the team, of course, since team is obedience." He raised his right hand in the gesture.

Automatically, without even consciously knowing it, Junior said, "Obedience is team."

"OK, let it all sink in, and then you can leave. And figure out a way to win tomorrow!"

Satisfied with the results of the session, Greg left the room by the bathroom door, snapping his fingers so that Junior could come out of his trance. As he started his shower, Greg knew that he could count on Junior's own mind to come up with ways to defeat his siblings and become chief slave, with no further help from Greg.

But Greg didn't notice that, from behind the room's front door, someone had been watching everything that went on...

Junior shook himself out of his stupor. He noticed he was the only one in the room, standing there in just his jockstrap. "That's weird," he thought briefly, running a hand through his beautiful blond locks. Then his mind turned to how he was going to beat his brothers in the wrestling match that would decide which triplet ran the lives of the other two. Junior was the oldest, he was the bearer of the famous name. Greg was right, Junior always did tend to dominate the other two in situations involving the three of them. Junior knew the weaknesses of the other two: Brett's occasional indecisiveness, and Danny's tendency to act without thinking. He smiled as he realized he could easily win tomorrow's battle. He stood up to go. When suddenly...

In the door walked Brett, also clad only in a jockstrap. He held up his right hand, made a gesture, and said, "Team is obedience." Instantly, Junior's eyes glazed over again, and he came back to attention, intoning, "Obedience is team."

"Oooh, too bad, big bro. I saw the whole thing, I know how it works now. And you know you can't win tomorrow. You know I'm stronger than you. Say it: 'Brett is stronger.'"

Junior, staring straight ahead, said, meekly, "Brett is stronger..."

"Brett is more powerful..."

"...more powerful..."

"Brett deserves to run the family."

"...run the family..."

"That's right. And you don't really want Master Greg's cum anyway. It would be wasted on you. You're weak..."

"...weak..."

"In fact, you know what turns you on most of all. You know what gets you SUPER HOT. Total humiliation gets you super hot."

"Humiliation... super hot..."

"Yeah. You only get hot if you're being whupped and controlled by someone smaller than you."

"Smaller..."

"Yeah, and with no muscles. And especially with a really little dick. You want desperately to submit to some skinny little guy with a little button dick. Master Greg is too much man for you, and Master Tim's dick is too big. But you remember that little freshman at our school from the P.E. class, who showers with us sometimes? Who hides in the back shower and always faces away from us 'cause he's ashamed to show us how little he is? Who some of our team sometimes makes fun of, calling him "dickless" and "Mexican hairless"?

"Hairless..." Junior's cock was beginning to strain against the jockstrap, and would soon inevitably push its way out.

Brett cackled when he saw this evidence of his ploy working. "Yeah, now your biggest fantasy is that he whips you in front of our whole team, puts a collar and leash on you, and rides you naked through the locker room. Even through the whole school." That did it. Junior's cock could no longer be constrained in its jock prison. It popped out and pushed its way towards and past his navel.

Junior's own mind was now working on the scenario. His deep green eyes stared forwards, his hand went for his cock as he thought out loud, "Hairless... commands me. Outmuscles me. Shows... the whole school... I belong to him. Crushes my face under his foot at my locker..." And that was all it took. Geysers of cum erupted from Junior's cock as he pictured himself dominated by the "hairless" freshman.

"That's it big bro. You can't tell anyone, but those are your secret, HOTTEST fantasies. So you're going to let ME, your superior younger brother, win tomorrow's wrestling match. And I'll run the family like I always should have. Now get dressed and take off." And Junior, able to move again, mindlessly put his designer clothes on, soaking them with sweat and cum, and slowly took his rippling muscles and reprogrammed mind out of the room and down the stairs. And Brett gloated to himself: it's MINE! Rob's gonna LOSE and I'm gonna be ruler of...

At that moment, Danny came through the door in his jockstrap, raised his right hand in the gesture, and said, "Team is obedience." Brett glazed over, murmuring "Obedience is team," and stood frozen, staring forward, where Junior had previously stood.

"So, middle bro, now I see what's going on. Trying to take the family away from Rob, huh? Well, too bad, I saw everything. And now it's finally MY chance to have my say. I've always been the baby, even though I'm just a few minutes younger than you guys. And now that you've set Rob up so he'll perform tricks on command for any runty mall rat or junior high skater that looks at him mean, I think it's up to ME to run the family. You're just the middle kid, you don't mean shit. Say, 'I'm not worth shit compared to Danny.'"

"...not worth shit compared to Danny..."

"In fact, look at me." Helplessly, Brett's eyes turned to Danny. "You lust after me. You worship me. You always have. I'm your ideal, I'm the brother you've always wanted to be like."

"...be like..." Brett looked up at Danny standing there. Danny started flexing, striking bodybuilding poses. "You've always wanted to be like me. You admire my bod." He pivoted, his leg muscles rippling hypnotically as Brett stared. "You know I should be the one to run the family. So tomorrow, you'll be too turned on by me to win. You WANT me to win. You WANT me on top of you, both physically and by force of will. So as of tomorrow, I'll get Master Greg's cum and that's exactly what you want! Say it!"

"...want Danny to get Master Greg's cum... worship Danny... always wanted to be him... always wanted to lick his sweat... loved his powerful chest, his big arms, his sexy feet..." Brett's mind was already expanding on Danny's instructions, the same way that Junior's did with Brett. And even though anyone could see that their bodies were almost indistinguishably alike, Brett now felt admiration and worship for his younger brother's musclebod. And sure, it was only right for Danny to run the show. Brett's cock expanded as he watched Danny pose. Wow... those bulging biceps... those lickable pecs... that sweaty armpit with silky blond hairs... that sizable package... kapow! Brett's cock exploded with cum, saturating his jockstrap and getting all over the floor. Brett, dazed, looked at Danny, waiting to be told what to do.

"OK, your turn to dress and split. And remember, I OWN you! When Master Greg isn't using you, of course." Brett dressed and left the room. Danny soon followed, smiling to himself. Master Greg was going to get a surprise or two during tomorrow's competition...

 

[4]

The next day, the triplets took a "cut day" from West High. Danny, the youngest of the three by several minutes, had the idea to do it. He had some prep work to do at Hoover High before that afternoon's workout and brotherly competition that would decide who would "run" the family. Danny had already taken advantage of a mistake by team masters Greg and Tim that allowed him to program weaknesses into each of his brothers. He used those weaknesses to easily get them to go along with the cut day: after putting him under, Danny had told Rob Jr. that the Hoover team's little Mexican-American kicker demanded that Junior service his cock that day, or he would beat Junior up. That got the zonked Junior both scared and highly aroused. And Danny had promised Brett a free load down his throat with no begging, if Brett would help out at Hoover that day. Of course, neither Junior nor Brett knew the real reason for the school visit, to convince Master Greg to use his considerable skills to put them both permanently under the absolute command of Danny.

As the triplets entered the school, they split up. Under Danny's direction, Junior went in search of Javier, Brett took off to find and quietly follow Master Greg, and Danny went to the coach's office. Since it was before the first P.E. class, the area was mostly deserted. As Danny entered the office, the coach looked up in surprise. Immediately giving the hand gesture, Danny said, "Team is obedience", and the coach's eyes went dull as he intoned, "Obedience is team." Danny mused at the power anyone could have knowing the gesture and phrase. Master Greg obviously wanted Tim and other assistants to be able to use it, so he hadn't restricted its use to just him. But that opened the door to the observant triplets the night before. First, Brett had used it to give his brother Junior a serious humiliation fetish, and then Danny had placed an inferiority/worship complex towards him in Brett. Now, it opened up a whole new world for Danny.

Danny said, "Coach, I'm going to need your office for a couple of hours. It's for the team. Could you go home and jerk off looking at this?" He handed the coach a photo of the triplets in their West High uniforms. The coach took the photo, mumbled "Home... jerk off... yes," and left the office. A few minutes later, a reverent-looking Rob Jr. came into the office with a concerned Javier. Seeing Brett sitting in the coach's chair, he said, "Your brother told me that coach wants to see me?" Danny smiled, raised his hand, said "Team is obedience," and the little kicker's eyes glazed over ...

About an hour later, an excited Brett came bursting into the coach's office. He was all ready to spill the news, when he saw the amazing sight: on one side of the office, completely naked, were his big brother Junior, whom he had turned into a humiliation-craving bottom boy, cowering on his back in the corner, with the 5'3" baby-faced kicker towering over him, stomping him, calling him names. Both of them were totally erect, the domineering Javier with his 3-inch rod and the cowering Junior at his full over-9-inch glory despite his situation, or more likely because of it. Meanwhile, Junior's "little" brother Danny sat behind the coach's desk, his 6'6" frame sprawled over the coach's chair, big hands behind his head, fully clothed with his copious muscles pushing through his wife-beater shirt and his basket straining against his tight shorts, with his sandals off, his huge bare feet on top of the desk. And kneeling on the desktop fully dressed was Jansen, the "prettiest" member of the Hoover team, with his long straight brown hair cut over his eyes and delicate facial features. His long, slim, tightly-muscled smooth body was fully on display, as was his seven-inch erect cock. Jansen's eyes were closed, and he was intently bathing the soles of Danny's oversized feet with his long tongue. He seemed to have a content look on his face, as if he knew he was fulfilling his true purpose in life. Brett felt a twinge of jealousy that Jansen was slurping on Danny's foot sweat that was rightfully HIS. But his attention was soon riveted on the action in the corner of the office.

"You overgrown piece of shit!" screamed Javier, as he continued to stomp on Junior. "I told you NO TEETH! Don't a pussyboy like you know how to give a proper blowjob?" Junior whined at the blows of Javier's feet. "You gotta show proper respect to this cock!" Javier said, grabbing his hard little dick with his hand and waving it around. This excited Junior so much his hand went for his own cock. Immediately Javier's skilled foot lashed out and kicked away Junior's hand painfully. "No way, you leave that worthless donkey dong alone, you concentrate on MY dick! That's your only value in life, you fuck!"

The bell rang, and Javier swore. "Gotta get to class, damn it! You fucking failed at a simple blowjob! Just for that I oughtta punk you in front of the whole team, you worthless piece of shit!" With that, he spit a giant gob onto Junior's upturned, miserable face, gave one last swift kick to Junior's exposed crotch, grabbed his clothes, and left to change in the adjacent locker room. Once he was sure Javier was gone and he was safe, Junior grabbed his cock with both hands and within seconds shot his load across the office. But with the deep humiliation he had just been through, he found himself hard again within a couple of minutes.

Through all this, Jansen calmly continued his job on Danny's feet, by this time lovingly licking between his toes. Jansen knew the routine from having faithfully served his own team's quarterback Tom all year, mostly responding immediately to Tom's various physical desires. Danny's redirecting him to serve Danny didn't bother him any, in fact didn't register on his hypnozonked consciousness at all. He felt he was just doing what he was born to do. Prior to this year, his cute face, pageboy-cut hair and athletic body made him popular among the girls, but this year he had no time for them, spending all his spare time pleasing Tom so that Tom would perform well on Friday night.

While Junior whined softly in the corner, and Jansen contentedly licked away at his all-important job, Brett described to Danny what he had discovered while performing his morning task.

 

[5]

Soon after the triplets had gotten to Hoover High that morning, Brett spotted Greg in the hallway. The job Danny assigned to him was to follow Greg and report on his activities outside of class. Following closely behind Greg was Tim, Greg's "assistant" of team control. As the first bell rang, the hallway emptied into various classrooms. But Greg and Tim didn't go into a classroom. Instead, they went into a teacher's office at the end of the hall. Going inside, they left the door slightly ajar so they could hear if anyone was coming. But since the first period had already begun, they were confident no one would come by this office accidentally. Brett took advantage of the situation, hiding by the door. From his angle, reflected on a mirror inside the office, Brett could glimpse Greg but not Tim. But he could hear everything that was going on.

"...happened last night?" said Greg, impatiently. "I expected to find you downstairs with the triplets once I finished programming Junior. Instead I find everyone gone! What the hell happened?"

"Well, I had to get the drugs for today before it was too late. And I figured you'd be down in a minute..."

"You FORGOT the drugs?? How could you? And you left the triplets ALONE while they were being programmed! I have to trust you to do certain things for me. I know this whole thing was your idea, but you wouldn't have had the balls to do it without me, would you? Plus, I've made you very happy as my sidekick, haven't I? I gave you your own personal football player pet, didn't I? And I thought I built in enough loyalty to you that your priorities would be straight. Well, I see we need to do some reinforcement."

"Wait..." said Tim, but it was too late. Greg raised his arm in a gesture -- different from the one Brett had seen before -- and said, "Control is power." Immediately, Tim went limp and said, "Power is control." "Strip," ordered Greg, to make sure his command had been fully effective. Tim took off his clothes and stood there with his seven-inch cock erect. Greg stared a bit, and said, "I'm always amazed at how big that thing looks on your tight little sophomore bod. It's almost an inch bigger than mine. If I didn't have Frankie... Well, let's get to work.

"Tim, you must NEVER FORGET that you serve me first and foremost..."

Tim mumbled "...serve you..."

"And the team needs are my needs, and my needs are YOUR needs..."

"...your needs..."

"And you will remember this at all times. Or I will have Lance remember who he really is. And then he'll probably kill you! Now get dressed and get out. My Frankie has study hall, and I could use a good blowjob about now." As Tim dressed, Greg pulled out his cellphone and speed- dialed his lineman sex slave, who would soon feel a vibration in his pants, and would stand up and ask for a hall pass. Brett quickly fled down the hall before Tim left the room.

As Brett told Danny all this, Danny thoughtfully rubbed his saliva-sticky right foot in Jansen's beautiful head of well cared-for brown hair, while Jansen happily worked his tongue over the left one. "Wow, so Tim is owned by Greg. I wonder if Greg was just as careless with Tim as he was with the whole team? He might have figured no one would find out Tim's gesture and phrase since he would never use them in front of other people. Well, Brett, bring Tim here if you can find him before this period ends. Meanwhile, Jansen kitty, good job with my feet. As a reward, you may lick up the delicious cream on the floor and wall," said Danny, pointing to where Junior's cum was still lying in puddles. "Meow," said Jansen in a high-pitched voice; he then leapt agilely off the desk, moved gracefully on all fours to where the cum puddles were, and started purring and licking contentedly.

On his way out the door, Brett giggled. "You made him a cat?"

"Yeah, well, I guess Greg and Tim are dog people, I'm more of a cat person. You know, 'cause that's what we had as kids. Remember Sir Catworthy? I only hope Jansen measures up to that great old cat. Before you go, Brett... you know all about our control phrase, you used it to make Junior here a puling pussyboy. You're not mad that I used it to make you worship and obey me?"

Brett smiled. "Why should I? I've always admired you, wished I could be you, wanted to make love to you. Even when I was fucking a chick I always wished it was YOU fucking ME. Once you changed me, you made it all possible." Danny smiled inside, realizing some of this "history" had been put there by Danny's own programming. "And what about you, Danny? Aren't you unhappy that Greg turned us all into faggots? I mean, I remember we were doing pretty well with the chicks."

Danny said, "Hell no. I mean, it was never difficult getting a chick into bed. We aren't too bad looking, and we're from a famous family. But then the chick wouldn't always want to do what I wanted, or the way I wanted it. Sometimes she'd complain I was 'too big' and would try to stop me getting inside her. Or she wanted to do something in her 'special' way. It was always some kind of compromise between what I wanted and what she wanted.

"But now, I can get exactly what I want, the way I want it. You saw that little kicker? His mouth is kind of small, and his throat is not that long. But if I wanted him to, he'd learn to deep-throat my nine-and-a-half incher. In fact, he'd BEG me to let him learn how to do it. He'd become obsessed with it, and want to practice it all the time until he got to be GREAT at it. And if I wanted it, he'd drop to his hands and knees, wiggle his cute little ass and beg me to fuck him, even though my cock is longer than his body is front to back. He would come to crave the pain. So why should I miss the old days? All I care is that I get WHAT I want, WHEN I want it. And I have that now, in spades! What about you, Junior?"

But Junior wasn't listening. Earlier, Javier had rushed out putting his shoes right on his bare feet, leaving his socks behind. Junior had found one of the socks, and was using it to jerk off. Since his cock was bigger than Javier's feet, it barely got all the way down to the root, but it was big enough for the job. Just as Danny asked the question, Junior shot his load into Javier's old sock, spurt after spurt, filling it and then overfilling it, causing it to drip everywhere.

Brett and Danny had to laugh. Danny said, "Well, I guess that's one more vote for the way things are now. Here, kitty!" At this, Jansen gently leapt back onto the desk and purred while Danny stroked his hair. "OK, Brett, now go find Tim and we'll see what we can learn."

 

[6]

Tim stood, naked and erect, in his trance, facing Danny at the coach's desk. Jansen was in class, back to his human self, except for the occasional tendency to lick his hand or shoulder. Junior, sitting on the floor in the corner, got a bit excited when Tim came in -- at 5'5", skinny and smooth, Tim was the right body type to be Junior's absolute master -- but then his excitement wore off when he once again saw Tim's seven-inch cock. Tim was actually too much of a man for Junior's taste. Junior went back to absent- mindedly chewing on Javier's cum-sock.

Brett and Danny were eager for answers. "Remember, Tim, everything you tell us must be the absolute truth. How did he do it?" asked Danny. "How did Greg program the team to respond to his control gesture and phrase? And how did WE get snagged? We're not on the team and I don't remember ANYTHING!"

"Videos... he uses videos for programming... My idea, my videos..."

"YOUR idea? So how did HE get to be in charge?"

"Don't know... must have tricked me somehow... but I'm glad... to be his..."

Danny said to Brett, "I guess we can assume that Greg put that last part in there himself."

"No..." Tim spoke up unexpectedly. "I never would have had the nerve to do this... never have gone this far... beyond my fantasies for two little gay boys to have complete mind control of a football team..."

Brett said, "I vaguely remember seeing some sort of orientation video when we first came to the school. I don't really remember anything about it. And, wait, maybe there were more later. I don't remember where, when. How can we be unprogrammed?"

"Don't know ... but it wears off unless there's reinforcement ..."

"And I suppose we can safely assume that GREG can't be easily taken. I mean, he won't sit still for a 'video'..."

Danny replied, "Hmmm, not if he knows what's going on. But Tim here got tricked, maybe we can think of some way to fool Greg. But that's for later. I've got the big event this afternoon to plan for. Junior, you look like you need help again." Sure enough, Rob Jr. was hard once more! "Tim, you had Junior's mouth working for you yesterday. I think it's only fair that you return the favor. Get down there now!" Tim flopped immediately to the floor. "Order him to feed you from his donkey dong. Be mean about it. And hide your cock so Junior doesn't see it." Tim lay flat on his stomach next to Junior, snarled, "Feed me from your donkey dong," and raised his fist. Junior recoiled but remained hard, and offered his cock for Tim to use. Tim began working Junior's cock with his little mouth. All Junior could see was Tim's pretty face and the small smooth body. It was his master demanding to be fed, and so Junior felt obligated to feed him. His master would probably beat him up if he didn't. So a few moments later, Junior fulfilled his obligation. Tim took it all like the puppet he was.

As Tim recovered from the experience with the last of Junior's cum dribbling down his pale chin, Danny wrapped up the session. "Okay, Tim, here are your instructions. You will forget everything that happened here. But you will know you are helping us to get control of Greg and the team. But no matter how you feel about it, you won't be able to tell Greg. You will act as you normally do from this point on. Now get dressed and go to your next class."

 

[7]

Greg and Tim sat in their chairs in the workout room, attended to by their pet linemen between their legs. With their heightened doggie senses, both Lance and Frankie could tell that something was troubling their masters, so they were working extra hard with their tongues and noses, doing their puppy best to please and comfort their masters.

Today was to be a special day, with the "team initiation" and competition of the Chadler triplets, but the workout was not going well. Greg noticed that Jansen was not really attending to Tom's needs, and was just going through the motions. Not even a shock or two on the obedience collar seemed to help. And every once in awhile it almost seemed as if he was trying to lick his own balls. As limber as he was, he couldn't quite do it. Also, Javier the kicker seemed to be seething with an inner rage that didn't belong there. He was working out at double speed, and it seemed to have nothing to do with team unity.

Greg also felt a bit distrustful of Tim and his carelessness. He worried about what happened with the triplets after they left his home by themselves the night before. And Tim, for his part, wanted to show his programmed-in undying loyalty to Greg, but couldn't bring himself to say anything about having helplessly become a tool of the triplets.

Greg called out: "Jansen, get over here!" The pretty- boy player rose distractedly and walked towards Greg. As he got near, both Frankie and Lance turned their heads and growled softly, while Jansen's neck hair seemed to stand upright for a moment and Greg thought he heard a hiss from Jansen. What was going on here?

"Jansen, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you helping Tom more?" demanded Greg.

Jansen tried to talk, but experienced some kind of "brain lock". His master was commanding him to tell something, but he knew he was forbidden to talk about it. His mouth kept opening and shutting as his subconscious tried to resolve the issue. Finally, his mouth opened, and out came a timid "Meow."

This was too much for Frankie and Lance. The two beefy linemen jumped away from their posts between their masters' legs and chased after Jansen. The lithe naked junior scampered towards the climbing rope in the corner of the room and shot straight up it. Frankie and Lance loped to the bottom of the rope and barked angrily up at Jansen, who was definitely hissing now as his thick brown hair fell over his eyes.

The sudden disturbance seemed to knock some of the other players in the room partway out of their trance, and Greg sensed things spiraling out of his control. He clapped his hands to prematurely end the workout. Coach, confused, stood in front of the group and, as always, re-tranced them with the gesture and phrase. Frankie, Lance and Jansen immediately forgot their quarrel, and Jansen came down the rope.

Greg interruped Coach's ritual end-of-workout speech. "Guys, there is only one more team workout period before the championship game, and that's tomorrow. And I hope it goes better than this one! It's our last chance to make ourselves perfect, and we need to make the most of it. We'll have the triplets' initiation wrestling match at the end of that workout instead of today. In the meantime, Jansen and Javier, you are to report to Frankie's house at 7 o'clock tonight for a special reinforcement session. I can't do it at my place since my folks will be home, and anyway Frankie's house has a far better video installation than mine. Dismissed!" The team began to disperse.

Greg turned to his side. "Tim, have you been playing around with any of these guys without my knowledge?"

Almost before the question was over, Tim was saying, "No Greg you know I am totally loyal and would do anything for you just as you told me to do I know nothing about this please Greg you know I believe in you..." Tim ran on and on without pause.

Greg interrupted him: "Stop." Tim shut up. "Tim, there's something going on and I need to find out what it is. You come over to Frankie's tonight, too. I think we need to have a long talk until I find out what's going on."

"Sure Greg, I'll be there."

The team was gone...

At seven o'clock that night, Greg, Tim, Jansen, and Javier showed up at the doorstep of Frankie's house. Frankie lived in a really nice part of town. His parents had built him a room out of the basement, with his own workout equipment and video wall. They did this when the team began to perform so well, it seemed clear Frankie might eventually get a scholarship to a good football school. But Greg found out about it, too, and decided to use it for his own purposes. He had Frankie show his family a set of specially crafted videos on the new projection TV screen in his room. Each DVD had made them want to see the next one. And by the time they had finished them, their lifestyle had changed a bit. The fruits of this were to be apparent this evening.

When all four students had finally arrived on the doorstep, Greg knocked on the door. Frankie's mom came out and greeted them. "Hi guys, we're just having a late dinner. Do you want to join us?"

As they walked in, Greg said, "No, Mrs. Anello, we've got work to do." As they walked through the dining room, they noticed that places were set at the table for Frankie's mom, dad, and younger brother, but Frankie himself was on all fours in the corner eating from a dog dish. He was wearing nothing but a normal dog collar with bells and a tag. When Frankie saw his master enter the room, he ran right over and jumped on Greg's leg in an excited greeting. His frantic licking got dog food all over Greg's pants, as Greg said "Down, boy, down." Frankie's mom said, "I'd like to apologize for Frankie, he's just happy to see you."

"That's OK, Mrs. Anello. We're just on our way down to do some work in his, er, kennel."

"Well, that's great, Greg. I'm glad Frankie has a good master at school that he can learn obedience from. You've really improved his life. All our lives, actually. Joey tries to train him to do tricks" -- she indicated Frankie's younger brother -- "but he clearly learns more when you come around."

"Thank you, ma'am. And we'd like to bring a pitcher of your great lemonade down with us." Greg knew Mrs. Anello was under instructions to keep a pitcher of drugged lemonade in her refrigerator at all times to help with their weekly reinforcement video night. Greg was going to need some of it this evening.

"Sure, Greg. Here you go," said Mrs. Anello, handing him the pitcher. With that, the four students went down the stairs to Frankie's kennel, formerly his room. Frankie came bounding down behind them on all fours, tongue out, big muscles flexing, collar bells jingling.

Greg carried the reinforcement DVDs with him. It was time for him to find out what was going wrong -- and how to fix it in time for the big game. Otherwise, if the game was lost, the Chadlers would never transfer the triplets to Hoover High and into his control, and his plans for the future success of his player-slaves would be jeopardized.
Naked Frankie sensed the tension in Greg. "Arf!" he exclaimed, looking up at his master from all fours and licking his hand. Greg tousled Frankie's hair while he contemplated the job ahead of him...

 

[8]

It was late morning the next day. Brett came bounding into the coach's office to report to his master "little" brother Danny. Just like the previous day, the coach had been sent home for the morning with photos of the triplets to jerk off to, leaving his office for the triplets' use. Under Danny's instructions, the photo images of the triplets were being burned deep into the coach's brain as something to be worshipped as he spent hours each morning mindlessly jerking off to them.

As Brett got to the office door, he noticed that Danny was sitting in the coach's chair with his sandaled feet on the desk, fly open, his right hand wrapped around his meaty cock, idly stroking the half-hard giant prong. Involuntarily, Brett licked his lips, and fought his instinct to dive under Danny's chair to satisfy his longing. Danny noticed this and smirked. "Wait, bro, I have this out for a good reason."

At that moment, in the door strode Billy Logan, saying, "You wanted to see me, coach?" He looked around the room, puzzled: no coach. He stared at Danny in the coach's chair. "What the... what are YOU..."

Danny just smiled, and with his free left hand, pointed to his hardening cock. Immediately, Billy dropped to his knees, pushed his head into Danny's crotch, and began licking the underside of Danny's cock.

Brett was astonished. "But... but why? I didn't see you trance him. How did you get him to do that?"

Danny kept on smiling. "I've been working on him all morning, although he doesn't remember it, of course. Look at this guy," he said. Billy was about six feet tall, with long red hair, blue eyes, a smooth, freckled body, and more of a lean swimmer's build than a bulky football player's, although he had nicely developed pecs and biceps. Oblivious to the triplets' conversation, he just kept at his job of slurping on Danny's cock, occasionally looking reverently up at Danny's face. "Back during our game against this team, when we were on defense, this guy kept knocking me on my ass, play after play. And I've got at least six inches of height on him, and probably at least 60 pounds. He protected his quarterback better than anyone on our team protected Junior. Naturally this had a lot to do with Greg's work on his mind and motivation.

"But he couldn't have been in a trance the entire game. No one on the team could have been. You have to be able to respond quickly to changing situations on the field. So he had to have his motivation seared directly into his personality. That must have taken a lot of time and effort. He was completely dedicated to serving his quarterback for whatever he needed. And of course I couldn't change that in just a couple of hours.

"So, with Tim's help, in that time I just diverted the object of his devotion a bit, from Tom to me. He still has all his programmed motivation. If I point out a need or desire, he'll immediately jump to serve it without even thinking. And quite well, by the way," Danny added, as Billy's long fingers repositioned Danny's cock for better tongue access to the supersensitive areas.

"Ooooh, hey, I don't wanna cum right now," said Danny. He took his feet off the desk and put them on the floor on either side of Billy. He kicked the sandal off his right foot. With his left hand, he pulled Billy by his long red hair off his cock; with his right, he pointed to his bare foot and wiggled his toes. Immediately, Billy lost interest in Danny's cock, dropped to the floor and began flicking his tongue between Danny's toes. "Man, this guy has a talented tongue," said a satisfied Danny. Watching this hot control scene, Brett felt himself get hard, and began to frig his considerable cock through his pants at the sight of the unquestioning devotion of Danny's new body slave. And again, he wished it was himself on the floor at Danny's feet.

Suddenly, through the door burst Tom, the Hoover quarterback. In one glimpse he saw his slave Billy cleaning Danny's feet -- "What the fuck??" -- and got furious. "YOU!" he shouted at Danny, and ran to the desk to fling his well-muscled 6'4" frame at the triplet. But Billy was quicker. Seeing his god Danny in danger, Billy leapt up and knocked the much bigger Tom to the floor. As they wrestled furiously, Danny shouted "WAIT!" And when Tom and Billy looked up, Danny gave the hand gesture and said, "Team is obedience."

Instantly both Hoover players relaxed, flatly said "Obedience is team,", and rolled off each other to sit on the floor awaiting instructions.

Danny considered the situation smugly. "So, Tom, surprised to see your good bud Billy is now my property. He obeys ME, he protects ME."

Tom was internally fighting this reversal of fortune. A small "...nooo..." came out of his mouth.

"For the good of the TEAM," Danny continued.

"...N-n-n-nooo..."

"I can see I can't undo months of conditioning in one shot. OK, let's try something different. Billy, stand up and strip completely." Billy rushed to obey the new object of his worship. It gave him such a rush to serve this all-knowing, all-powerful giant. Although he knew the giant wouldn't be too impressed, as he shucked his clothes he flexed his tight muscles under his freckled skin. Even in a trance, Tom his former master looked on in disgust as Billy gazed lovingly up at Danny.

"Wow, you have a beautiful ass," said Danny to Billy. Billy blushed, basking in the praise, his eyes partly closed, his cock beginning to rise from the pleasure of pleasing Danny. "I never used to notice guy's asses, but yours is the most fuckable I've seen. Don't you think so, Tom?"

Tom, despite his will, could not help but obey Danny and look at Billy's fuckable ass. "You like that ass, huh, Tom? Wiggle it a bit, Billy." As Billy complied, Tom was clearly becoming aroused. He was sweating, and his cock was clearly feeling confined in his pants. Absent-mindedly, Tom grabbed his cock through his pants and began to stroke it while staring at Billy's ass.

Danny continued. "You see that ass all the time, don't you Tom. In the locker room, in the hallway, even when you're quarterbacking the team and standing behind the line, you've seen that ass, you've wanted it forever."

Tom couldn't take his eyes off Billy's behind. "Forever..."

"In fact, right now you want that ass so bad you can't stand it, you've got to strip and jerk off, NOW!" Tom jumped up, tore off his clothes, and continued to pull at his considerable cock, which was growing towards its full 8.5 inches. "But you're NOT allowed to cum!" added Danny. "Not yet!"

Tom continued to jerk off furiously, his mind now oblivious to the triplets' presence and focusing solely on Billy Logan's ass. As his now iron-hard cock was stroked over and over, it was clear Tom was in increasing distress as he frigged and frigged but couldn't cum.

"You'd like to cum, huh, Tom? You NEED to cum, right Tom?"

"Must... cum... please..."

"Well, I can't let you fuck that ass. It's too perfect for the likes of YOU to cum into."

"Please... cum... please..."

"Well, I'm a generous guy. Drop to your knees in front of that ass and get your tongue up it!" Instantly, Tom obeyed the commanding voice in his head, dropping to the floor and extending his tongue into Billy's ass.

"That ass is like the best thing you've ever tasted, huh?" And Tom couldn't think otherwise. "Billy's ass juices are the most exciting thing you've ever had in your mouth. Now CUM!"

And Tom exploded across the floor. But Brett, who had been watching the whole thing mesmerized and stroking himself through his pants, came at the same time, in his pants. Unknown to Danny, his initial gesture and phrase that captured Tom and Billy also partially got to Brett.

Danny commanded Tom, "Stay on your knees and memorize that ass. You'd do anything for that ass. You can ONLY CUM with your tongue up Billy's ass. Say it!"

"...only cum with tongue up Billy's ass..." murmured Tom, staring carefully at his new worship object, memorizing its shape, its size, his mouth remembering its flavor.

"Naturally, you're still straight, you've still got a girlfriend, but you can only get hard when you're thinking about this ass. And you can only cum with your tongue inside it!" All this was being written inside Tom's mind by the disembodied voice.

"OK, Tom, get up, get dressed, go. You won't remember anything that happened here, but you will remember your instructions."

"...instructions..." Still tranced, Tom put on his discarded clothes without even noticing that the cum that had landed on the back of his shirt, and left the office. In the hallway, he wasn't sure why he had come this way, and he wondered why he was so sweaty this early on a chilly day. He shook his head to clear it and set out for his next class.

Back in the office, Danny was petting Billy on the head. Billy's cock, untouched, began to stiffen to its fully freckled six inches. Brett, still somewhat under the effects of the trancing, admired its big head.

"Good boy, Billy. You can help control Tom for me from here on. You're his 'ass master' now. When you want anything from him, just show him your ass, maybe wiggle it a bit. He'll respond helplessly, he may not even know why. You can ask him for just about anything, and he'll feel the need to give it to you. And after a week or two of not being able to cum, the pressure will be so great that he will find himself coming to you and begging to eat out your ass. You might enjoy forcing him to beg you in a public place, like around the lockers. He'll be red with humiliation, but give your ass a wiggle or two and he'll forget anyone else is around." Billy smiled, thinking of the power his master had given him over Tom, and excited at the idea of using it.

"Now get dressed and go." Brett couldn't help watching Billy's ass as Billy walked out the door. But then his attention returned to Danny's cock, still out of his pants and very hard. Clearly Danny enjoyed his newfound absolute power over others. Brett was about to ask to suck Danny's balls when Tim came into the office, as he had been subconsciously instructed the previous day. As he looked around, he shook his head wondering why he had come to the coach's office. Danny raised his hand in a gesture, said "Control is power", and with a mumbled "Power is control", Tim was under and ready for instructions, and Danny was ready. "Teach me more about this mind control thing..."

 

[9]

Danny and Brett listened intently as Tim, under Danny's orders, went on about what he and Greg had learned about mind control over the last year. All the time Tim stood at attention, his unseeing eyes staring forward, his outsized cock rigid and pointing straight out from his smooth little body. Brett wondered how Tim could stay erect for so long without touching himself.

Tim also felt compelled to volunteer information on advances he had made without telling Greg. And Greg, unaware of Tim's work, had never asked him about it under trance. So the triplets were getting really good information to use in their battle to control the team's hearts and minds (and muscles and cocks!).

At one point Danny had to head to the boys room, so he left Brett to watch Tim and make sure he didn't come out of his trance. For a couple of minutes Brett and Tim occupied the office in silence, Brett thinking about what he had learned and Tim still standing blankly at attention. Suddenly Brett had an idea.

"Tim, this is Master Brett. Do you hear me?"

There was momentary confusion on Tim's face, but it cleared up soon. "Yes, Master Brett."

"When Master Danny gets back, I need you to do something for me. Can you put him in a trance when you get out of yours? Danny is getting licked, sucked and worshipped by practically the whole team. I'm his brother, I really should be his main service boy. Could you hypnotize him to desire me above anyone else? Can you make me his number one slave?"

It took a moment for all this to register in Tim's mind, but it did. "Yes, Master Brett."

"Oh, and if you see Billy Logan, could you program him to be my ass master too? He does have an AMAZING ass, and I REALLY want to eat it out." Brett was obviously still feeling the effects of his previous semi-trance.

"Yes, Master Brett."

"Great! I'll get out of here before Danny comes back so I don't get accidentally caught when you trance him. See ya!" With that, Brett slipped out the door, leaving Tim in his frozen erect state.

But this last exchange had not gone unnoticed. After Brett stepped out, Junior came from behind the open door into the room. He noticed Tim still in his hypnozonked state, and pursued HIS idea.

"Tim, this is Junior. Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Master Junior."

Excellent! thought Junior. Now it's my turn. "I have a job for you too. I'm a punching bag for the team kicker Javier. He looks little but he has amazing strength, far more than me. When he puts me over his lap and spanks me, it hurts like hell. And when we waves his little dick at me, I get weak and have to obey anything he says. He made me buy a huge dildo yesterday afternoon and use it on myself while he called me disgusting names. It got me so hot I couldn't stand it.

"But Javier is straight. He gets off on abusing me when he's angry, and he forces me to give him blow jobs and rim jobs when he's horny. He even choked me with his little legs around my big neck using his huge powers, until I almost fainted. It's the most exciting relationship I've ever had. I cum when I'm alone using his grungy little sock around my dick, imagining he's tied me up and is kicking my crotch with his soccer shoe. But in the end, he can't be truly mine. Eventually he'll get a girlfriend and lose interest in me.

"But you know Lennie, the team's sophomore helper? He must be 15 but he looks more like 12. He's like five feet tall and has a perfect pouty little face. I know he's gay because when I first visited the locker room, I saw him hidden in a corner, his nose buried in one of the ripe jockstraps he was collecting for the laundry. He was so wrapped up in beating off his little dick while he sniffed that he didn't notice me at the end of the row of lockers. At the time I was just amused, but I... I've changed, I guess. I want more than anything for him to love me, but whenever I get near him he runs away.

"I want you to work with Lennie. Change him from a shy, retiring, effeminate little gay kid into a monstrous, sadistic, abusive whipper-torturer. Change his soft, quiet friendly voice into an arrogant, loud, smirking, self- confident voice that I can't refuse to obey. I want him to dominate me completely. I want him to have an iron will while I have none. I want him to tell me I have no other purpose than to serve him. I want him to humiliate me. I want him to beat me, to stomp me wearing cleats, to use me as a toilet, to force me to piss in my own bed and sleep in it. I want him to tie me naked to the hood of my own car, like an obscene hood ornament, and drive me around the school parking lot. I want him to make me eat my food from off his crotch or out of his asshole. I want him to wear leather and order me to take care of cleaning it. I want to spend my evenings polishing both sides of his boots with my tongue, and for him to kick me into a corner if I don't do a good enough job. I want him to use his brains to find ways to bring me lower every day. And I want him to pimp me out to his little effeminate gay friends, and for him to hypnotize them to be the same way as him, so they can abuse me as a group."

As these thoughts entered Tim's command center, they also caused Junior to get a sizeable hardon, imagining a transformed Lennie doing all that stuff to him. As they stood there together, Junior's hardon poking out of his pants was more than two inches longer than Tim's and at least double the thickness. But it didn't want to command, it longed to obey. It didn't want to penetrate anyone, it wanted to be stomped on and abused. It wanted to be tied up, displayed publicly, and made fun of by those who commanded it. And now thanks to Tim's abilities, these wonderful fantasies of Junior's could come true!

Junior pulled up his pants and left the office, pushing past Danny who was getting back from the boys room. Danny was momentarily confused to see Junior where he had left Brett. But Tim was still at attention in the middle of the room, staring forward. So Danny went back to the coach's chair, leaned back, and said, "OK, Tim, now let's see if we can use some of your recent developments to overthrow Greg."

 

[10]

Greg sat through his morning classes worrying about what was going on. He felt he was losing control of the situation, yet every time he tranced a team member everything seemed normal. He tried to find Tim, but for some reason Tim was nowhere to be found between classes. In reality, Tim was busy fulfilling the assignments given him by his master triplets. He did these with great success despite his (now irrelevant) personal desire to be loyal to Greg.

After his last morning class, Greg went to use the teacher's office he knew would be vacant. He brought Frankie along for comfort. As the big dog/boy sniffed Greg's crotch, with Greg's hand buried in his rich brown hair, Greg said, "What's going on, boy? Is everything still all right with you?" "Rrrr..ruff!" exclaimed Frankie. Then he caught a whiff of something fascinating Greg had stepped in on the way to school, and began to sniff and lick Greg's running shoes.

Well, nothing wrong here, thought Greg. If Frankie had a tail, it would be wagging right now.

As he sat and pondered, there was a sound at the door. Greg jumped, thinking the teacher might have returned to his office in mid-class, but in the door walked Danny, the youngest of the triplets, followed by Brett, and finally Junior. "What... what are you guys doing at Hoover?" he asked nervously. "Shouldn't you be at your school until it's time for the big contest?"

Danny spoke up. "That's just it, Master Greg. We don't need a contest. We decided it among ourselves. I'm the boss of these two. I'll control 'em for you."

Greg was astonished. He was a good judge of body language, and with such large bodies the triplets gave off a lot of language! Junior had seemed so naturally dominant when Greg first met the Chadlers; a total leader. Yet here he seemed to be meek, the most submissive of the three. And Brett's cocky attitude seemed way subdued. Only Danny seemed to have the air of command.

"You two agreed to this?"

Brett said, "Yeah, Danny's in charge. I have to do whatever he says." Junior chimed in, "And I do whatever these guys tell me to do."

Suspicious, Greg put them in a trance, which they went into readily. He got the same answers from them when they were under. To verify they were really in his power, he had them strip naked and stand at attention before him, while he poked and prodded and inspected their giant muscled bodies. They showed no facial reaction and obeyed every instruction completely. Then he had them remove his clothes, and line up in a row on all fours, asses in the air. Then, using only spit from Danny as lubricant, he inserted his cock into each in turn for a few strokes. Each triplet moaned when Greg was inside him.

While he was fucking Danny, the last triplet, in the door walked the teacher whose office they were in. At the sight of the three identical giant naked muscled teens on hands and knees in front of a much skinnier swimmer who was fucking one of them, the teacher was paralyzed with shock. Greg was ready for such an eventuality; pulling out of Danny, he raised a hand and said "Teaching is learning." The teacher mumbled "Learning is teaching" and went into a trance. A short but well-built 25-year old with Clark Kent-like glistening black hair, the teacher had been a wrestler in college. His build was evident under his bulging shirt.

Greg said, "Mr. Sadowsky, these three muscleboys have been very naughty."

"...very naughty..."

"You should take off your belt and tan their hides. It's important to keep discipline."

"Discipline..." The teacher took off his belt and strapped each of the triplets until his bare bottom turned red. None of them moved during the procedure. The belt was thin and did no real damage, but the pain it registered was real.

After a few strokes on each triplet, Greg told Mr. Sadowsky, "OK, that's enough." Walking in front of the kneeling triplets, he said, "You guys have to remember who the real master is around here. Now get dressed and go." Blankly, they did, and Greg followed them out the door. A few moments later, the teacher found himself standing alone in his office, holding his belt. He had no memory of why he had taken his belt off. He put it back on and resumed his work.

Greg was now completely satisfied that the triplets were still in his power. They could not have performed as they did unless they were truly in a trance. Greg felt much more confident the rest of the school day.
When Greg arrived home, he found a small package at his door addressed to him from his subscription DVD service. He opened it and found a disk of the latest action movie of his favorite star. "I didn't know this was already on video," he thought. "Cool!" He went to his room and put the disk in the video player. After it finished playing, he restarted it and watched it again. And when it was done the second time, he restarted it yet another time. And another. And another. Over and over again, helplessly, without being able to stop, until it was time to leave the next morning for school.

 

[11]

It was a beautiful evening, and the Hoover High Coach and Mr. and Mrs. Rob Chadler, the triplets' parents, were spending a leisurely evening at the Chadler residence. The place was huge and expensively furnished, as befit the home of a marquee NFL quarterback.

Actually, the evening was only leisurely for the coach, who was sitting on the expansive leather couch reading the sports section, with his legs spread wide. The coach was not exactly what you would call handsome -- his facial features were a bit like a bulldog's, his skin was somewhat pitted, and he seemed to wear a perpetual scowl -- but his body was like one big muscle. Not refined and toned like Rob's, but incredibly strong.

While Coach read the sports section, wearing only a jockstrap and sweating into the pricey couch, the adult Chadlers were naked on the floor between Coach's hairy legs, chewing, lapping, and sucking away at his well- filled jockstrap. They took turns slurping along the considerable length of the well-defined cock outline, and gently tongue-massaging the balls that hung well below. As they slowly expressed their worship of Coach's body with their tongues, they gazed up towards his face for any sign of pleasure or approval. But Coach was too preoccupied with the latest scores to lift the paper and watch what was going on between his legs. It left a sad longing in the Chadler's hearts.

Finally, Coach finished reading the paper, put it down and snapped his fingers. The Chadlers, disappointed, knew what to do. Giving up their tasty crotch treat, they stood up facing Coach, at attention and holding hands like any normal loving husband and wife. In fact, at this point, the evening seemed totally ordinary to them.

The Coach spoke. "Well, Rob and Bobbie Sue, it's been a busy week. Every evening I've come over here and given you a new video to help with your training."

Bobbie Sue said, "Yes, Coach, and we're so grateful. I don't know how we got through life without you."

"Well, we've got a great future together, don't we. Now let's review the lessons you've learned this week. Rob, you begin."

"I've learned that my athletic ability increases by nearly 50% after I've eaten a load of your cum. Unless I have eat the cum of a dominant male at least twice a week, I become weak and helpless. Supermale armpit and foot sweat help me, too, but only half as much as cum.

"I am in total command when I'm with my football team and on the field, but it's only natural that I lose more and more of my power at home. My sons are bigger than me, more masculine and dominant than me, and are learning directly from Master Greg. So as I get weaker and weaker, they are becoming masters of the house. I must obey them, or they won't let me have their powerful body fluids that I need to remain physically strong.

"It's just a sign of their growing strength if they make me grovel for their cum or sweat. It means they're growing up normally. I am proud of my three powerful sons as they grow into the gods of the house.

"I get my biggest, fastest boost of physical strength when we perform the special emergency family male bonding ritual, where I eat Brett's cum out of Danny's ass, while Junior fucks me. If it's a real emergency, I can say 'Chadler triplet power, unite!', and the triplets will automatically come to my rescue, getting me to full strength using the ritual. But if I ever do that and it's not a real emergency, Master Greg will exile me from his presence, and from the family."

"Very good, Rob. Bobbie Sue?"

"I've learned that the triplets are now Master Greg's property, which is a great thing because I don't have to worry about raising them anymore. They will learn great things at the feet of Master Greg. He will make them champions, like their dad. And we will have wholesome family parties together, where everyone has sex with everyone else.

"But especially, I learned I have to keep an eye out for the triplets when they're at home. Because if they start to act wild, like not respecting Master Greg in some way, we have to exercise parental control. And we can use the new 'discipline room' Rob built in the basement with your help." Down there, formerly the pool room next to the gym, were three sets of newly installed arm and leg irons in the brick wall, and all manner of equipment necessary for disciplining three giant, muscular, unruly jock boys. There were exotic, well-designed devices from far-off lands for causing all kinds of sensations, there were objects to insert into almost every orifice, there were leather hoods and boots, and there were Web cams all over to record the action.

Coach went on. "And when the triplets are with Master Greg, you know you don't need to have any concern when they show up at home very late or not at all. You can have a pleasant evening with each other, or with whoever Master Greg sends over to play with you. Doesn't that sound great?" And to the Chadlers, it did.

"OK, good night. And Rob, come to see me in my office tomorrow at around 10. There are a few more things you need to do and sign in order to complete your sons' transfer to Hoover."

"Sure, coach, I'll be there," Rob said.

Satisfied, the coach left. The programming had been completely successful, Coach could report to Master Greg. The rest of the night went normally. But in the middle of the night, Rob felt uneasy, and needy. So he quietly got out of bed, walked downstairs to the living room, turned on the lights, and was greatly relieved when he spotted the dark stains in the couch where the sweat of the coach had soaked into the leather. There were stains with Coach's neck sweat, his armpit sweat, his leg sweat. Rob dropped to his knees and sniffed the heavenly aroma. Each of the areas had its own distinctive odor and flavor. Rob licked and sucked at each one to get some of the essence of of the coach's sweat inside him. Satisfied, he went back upstairs to bed.

 

[12]

Danny waited in the Hoover High coach's office. Once again, the coach had been sent home to jerk off to photos of the triplets. Danny knew Greg and Tim would soon be there, assuming Greg fell into the trap Danny had set the night before, with Tim's unwilling help. Junior was hiding on the floor in a corner of the office, afraid that Javier the 5'3" kicker would beat him up publicly for failing to properly worship and suck his 3 inch cock. Still, while he was hiding, he was hard, and secretly wishing Javier would find him.

Brett came in. "Hey, Danny. You know that Coach has come to our house every afternoon, delivering drugged drinks and obedience videos? Greg must have Mom and Dad totally enslaved to him by now. How can we stop it?"

Danny smiled. "Stop it? Why should we stop it? All these years Dad has been the big disciplinarian, and I always got the worst of it. Dad almost never punished Junior."

"That's 'cause Junior didn't fuck up nearly as often as you did."

"Well, who cares? If Mom and Dad are Greg's slaves, they'll be mine soon. Just like YOU want to be." Brett sighed; it was true. He wanted to serve at Danny's feet. He always had, didn't he? "And Junior probably wants to be enslaved to our paper boy. Can't you just picture the kid getting off his bike and coming in, punking Junior because of a late collection?" From the looks of it, Junior could easily imagine this. The thought clearly excited him.

Brett looked down the hall, and said "They're coming!" Danny smirked, "I knew they'd come! Greg, you're all mine now! Brett, Junior, get ready!" The two subservient triplets got on either side of the door, out of sight.

As Greg came into the office, he saw Danny casually sprawled at the desk feet up, smiling. Alarmed, he began to raise his arm in the gesture to seize control of Danny, but Junior and Brett appeared from behind the door and each grabbed an arm, making it impossible for him to complete the move. Meantime, Danny spoke Tim's control phrase, and Tim instantly froze in place awaiting commands.

Danny grinned at the terrified Greg. "Well, hi there, Greg. Didn't know I could get control of your friend Tim here, did ya? And he's been very helpful with my plans. I think he knows more about hypnotic control than YOU do. In fact, he's gone way past what he taught you. And he nicely showed it all to ME!" Now Greg was REALLY frightened.

"Maybe you noticed you're a little TIRED this morning, huh Greg? Did you ever wonder why? Well, you spent all last night being prepared for this morning. That 'action video' you thought you were going to watch was one of Tim's latest specials. And you watched it from when you arrived home last night until you left for school this morning. So might be feeling a bit weak... tired... ready to give in to me..."

Greg's head rolled briefly, as his tired mind was saying to him... "Give in... give in..." But he recognized that "voice" as having been put there by someone else. He shook his head clear of the temptation, and found some new wakefulness inside him. "Never, you big dumb football jock! You have no idea what you're dealing with here. You can't control me with one night's worth of programming. You didn't even use the drugs that go with the videos. I don't know how you were able to... influence me just a minute ago, but it won't happen again!"

Danny smiled again. "You sure about those drugs? Remember that point around the middle of the video where you got REALLY thirsty? And you conveniently found a nice bottle of lemonade in the front of the refrigerator shelf? And when it happened AGAIN during your next watching? And again? And again? All night? Of course you don't remember.

"But there's one thing on the video you DO remember. In fact, you saw it over and over again, for hours on end. You heard about it, learned everything about it, memorized its every curve, and came to want it, need it, worship it. And now you're going to see it again. Tim, show Greg his new master." At that instruction, the hypnotized Tim stripped off his clothes and tossed them aside. Then with a few strokes of his right hand, his disproportionately big dick was fully hard. Greg looked on in amazement. He had seen that cock many times before. But something was... different now. It seemed bigger, more significant, more commanding. He wanted to lose himself to it. The programming that had been hidden beneath the surface of his consciousness began to assert control of more and more of his mind. The sight of Tim's cock began to fill an increasing part of Greg's world, until all that was left beyond it was Danny's voice which would tell him what the cock wanted him to do.

One look at Greg told Danny his ploy had been completely successful. Greg's wide-open eyes were riveted to Tim's cock like a deer staring at headlights. He was licking his lips and rubbing the front of his pants without any voluntary thought. He could hear Danny's voice as the only other input to his conscious mind.

"I knew I couldn't easily take you overnight with just one video. After all, it took you a week to get full control of us. It took you even longer to turn Frankie Anello into a dog, and even more days for you to get his family to believe it. But Timmy here has made some progress in his hypnotism research. On his advice, I hypnotized you with something you've been staring at for months: Tim's beautiful cock. That video you watched over and over reminds you how beautiful that cock is..."

"...beautiful..." murmured Greg. His eyes could not break away from Tim's cock. It looked so incredible there, so fat and so long on such a small, young-looking smooth guy...

"How powerful..."

"...powerful..."

"...and how much you want to serve it. You DO want to serve it, don't you? You wish you could play with it, don't you?" taunted Danny.

"Yesssss....."

"I didn't need more than one night because you were already fascinated with Tim's cock, almost self-hypnotized by it, and you just needed the message reinforced and planted deeper. The video helped with that. Also the fact that you were up all night lowers your resistance. You feel weaker... weaker..."

Greg's eyelids began to droop even as his eyes remained focused on Tim's fine fat fuck stick, as Danny continued to plant messages inside Greg's wide open brain.

"You like doggies, don't you, Greg? You must like them, you made Frankie into one."

"...like...doggies..."

"If you were a doggie, you'd be a nice sleek one, wouldn't you? Like maybe, a Labrador retriever! Imagine that you're a retriever. Speak, boy, speak!"

Eyes frozen to Tim's cock, Greg said, helplessly, "Arf! Arf!"

"I told the Anellos to expect another dog to arrive at their house, a really cute bitch in heat, to be a companion to Frankie and to fill his 'needs'. Since you were so close to him already, I thought you wouldn't mind being permanently assigned to servicing his doggie sexual needs. Now, unlike Frankie, you know you're not a dog, of course, but you'll have to pretend you are one. All the time. It's absolutely necessary."

"...necessary..."

"And to keep Frankie interested, you'll have to be 'in heat' all the time."

"...in...heat..." Greg kept staring.

"And if I were you I'd stop talking. I wouldn't do anything but bark from now on. You might blow your cover."

"...arf..." agreed Greg.

Danny prepared to seal the deal that would send his rival off the field -- on all fours, urinating on fire hydrants -- and leave Danny in control of everyone -- family, team, and soon, school. "So, Greg, you know what you have to do. Are you ready for your new life as Frankie's bitch?"

"Arf!" Greg was fully ready to comply with the commands from Tim's all-powerful cock.

At that moment, Rob Chadler came into the coach's office. Coach had ordered him to show up this morning. Of course at the time Coach had no idea he himself would be spending the morning at home jerking off to triplets photos.

Rob saw his youngest son arrogantly spread across the coach's chair and desk, and he heard Master Greg barking while staring at naked Tim's erect cock. "What's going on here?" he demanded angrily. What have you done to Master Greg?"

Danny sat bolt upright. "Uh, nothing, Dad. Master Greg, why don't you tell Dad everything's all right? Greg... Tim's cock orders you to TAKE CONTROL OF DAD!"

Greg, still staring at Tim's cock and powerless to resist Danny's command, began the hand gesture designed for the Chadler parents. But when he tried to give the controlling phrase, out of his mouth came, "Arf! Arf! Arf!"

This was all Rob Chadler was willing to take. He had to assert parental control. Clearly Danny was acting independently of Master Greg's will, which was morally very wrong. He moved to try to break Greg free from Tim's cock, but at Danny's command, Junior and Brett each grabbed one of his arms. Although the triplets were bigger than him, Rob could take on any of his sons and win. But he couldn't take on two of them at once.

"So, Dad, you want to discipline me. I know all about the new room you built downstairs under Coach's guidance. And we're going to use it all right. You're going to be the first customer. Once I send Greg off so his ass is permanently filled with Frankie's cock, all of us and Tim are going to put you into the arm and leg restraints in the room and seize permanent control of your will. Trust me, you'll be happy living crushed under my foot. After all, it's bigger than yours!"

Rob was desperate. He had to stop a great evil from happening, and rescue Master Greg from Danny. But how? He was physically stymied, but...

He knew what to do. It was so simple, and it was a part of his programming from Coach. He said:

"Chadler Triplet Power, Unite!"

And instantly, the mood in the room shifted completely. All three triplets' eyes went dull, and they all dropped whatever they were doing -- in Junior and Brett's case, holding their father -- and started stripping as quickly as they could. As soon as he was free, Rob went over and simply lifted Master Greg and carried him safely away from viewing range of Tim's cock. Tim continued to stand there like an obscene statue with a pained look on its face, awaiting orders.

Once away from Tim's cock, Greg groggily shook his head to clear it. While this was happening, the Chadler emergency male bonding ritual unfolded. No one could have stopped it at this point, not even a re-empowered Greg.

Once all three triplets were naked, Brett grabbed Danny, and their roles were completely reversed from just a minute ago. While previously Brett was Danny's submissive slave brother, now he was Danny's unquestioned top. Brett pushed Danny up against the office wall, became erect almost instantly, and began to fuck Danny in total earnest, pistoning in and out of his brother like a machine. Meanwhile, Junior made himself erect, and grabbed his father and pushed HIM against the wall beside the other triplets. Somewhat slower, he began to fuck his father. It was his father's first time getting something up the ass and it was painful, but Rob was filled with the joy of the righteous. He had done a really good thing and helped Master Greg avoid enslavement by Danny. And that feeling was far greater than the pain.

In short order, Brett reached climax and poured loads of triplet spooge into his younger brother's ass. He then knocked Danny down onto his hands and knees and forced him to raise his butt in the air. Meanwhile, Junior pulled his smaller father away from the wall, pushed him down onto his hands and knees, grabbed his father's head by the hair and forced his face into Danny's ass, which was dripping Brett's cum. Then while Rob eagerly sucked out the super-strength- giving liquid out of Danny's ass, Junior reached HIS climax and injected more triplet powerjuice into Rob's ass. When it was over, Rob never felt as powerful as he did at that moment; he stood tall and proudly flexed his pro athlete body. But the teens had clearly put their all into the emergency bonding ritual; all three slowly dropped to the floor, where they lay panting and exhausted.

By now, Greg was fully revived. It didn't take him long to reassert control over everyone in the room. And he had learned his lesson: he had underestimated the triplets. Their utterly dominant personalities made everything a power struggle to them. They had to be kept under careful control by each other and by their parents, not just by him.

Soon, all the Chadlers were once again standing naked and at attention listening to their master's every word. "Rob, I want to thank you for saving the situation here." Rob glowed at the praise. It actually caused him a jolt of physical pleasure. "You need to take your sons home now, and restrain them in the discipline room. Don't worry, guys, the arm and leg irons all have leather inside them, so they won't hurt you. Physically, at least.

"Once the three of you are restrained, I'll make sure your programming is stronger than before, and you'll be reinforced twice as often. It will be up to you to reinforce each other, since I can't be there all the time. And you'll have to wear pain and pleasure collars whenever you're at home, under the control of your parents.

"Of course, I'll come over for a few fun sessions of my own. Just thinking about the three of you giant teen muscle dudes restrained hand and foot next to each other against a wall being hypnotized into even deeper submission makes me so hard! Imagining you standing there, empty-minded, waiting for me to pour into your wide-open brains a new set of humiliating perversions that you'll be helpless to resist! And when it's playtime in the discipline room, maybe at first you'll plead with me not to use some of the new pain toys on you, but after some good training I'm sure that soon I can have you begging me to use them. Or I can have you use them on each other, while I or one of my swim team buddies directs the action.

"Danny. It looks like YOU started this rebellion. Going to make me into Frankie's bitch, huh? Well, I know what I'd love to do to YOU. You were a bad boy, and you really should be punished. But I still want you to serve the team.

"How's this? Your family discovers a little late that what they thought were identical triplets are really two boys and a girl. Of course, they might be forgiven for missing that, what with your fat 9.5 inch clit and size 16 feet. But now they can make up for lost time. Danny, you're now Danielle, cheerleader extraordinaire. Even as girls go, you're really giggly and feminine. Your mother can help ease you into your new life, showing you how to apply makeup, how to do your hair, and so on.

We'll need to special-order your cheerleading outfit, of course, and tape your clit to your leg. But I'll make sure the others on the cheerleading team don't look down on you just because you're kind of a BIG girl. In fact, your athletic abilities should help you a great deal with the cheers. That'll make you very popular!

"Of course, you've always been a horn dog for sex, like your brothers. And that won't change just because you're now Danielle. You're EXTREMELY attracted to football players. And good news, I think the team will soon come to see you as the sexiest girl in school, and they'll compete with each other to get to fuck you. Or better yet, they'll gang up in groups to do it. And you'll encourage them every step of the way, wiggling your ass, licking your lips. Your mom will help you be as feminine as possible.

"But here's the twist. Because you were going to do this to me, I'm going to return the favor. Whenever there's a cock up your ass, you're going to remember who you are, what you're doing, and how you got there. And you're going to hate every minute of it. But you're not going to be able to do or say anything about it. In fact, you're going to have to do whatever you can to increase the pleasure of whoever's fucking you. It's your most important job in the world. And once that cock pops out of your pussy, you'll go back to being dizzy Danielle again, looking for the next big dick to satisfy.

"Now Danny, I want you to picture that in your mind."

Even in his trance, Danny started to shake and sweat. Being a hypno-controlled cheerleader-uniformed fuck slut for his brothers' teammates was not exactly the role he had in mind for himself. Still, the idea was evidently not totally repulsive to the new Danny, since his cock, untouched, began to rise. His father noticed this, and gazed hungrily at it, since Danny was the only triplet not to cum in the bonding ritual, and so whose big balls were still full of fresh hot triplet power nectar.

But Greg put an end to that idea. "No, Rob, you've had enough juicing up today. We need to save a full triple-hit of cum for when you're about to leave home for a critical game. And Danny, sorry to say, you will NOT become Danielle, as delicious as that picture seems. While it would be great fun, I have bigger plans for the future. And unfortunately for me, to move my plans forward, I need you as a player on the team next year, with the seniors leaving and all. So much as I'd like to have you wearing makeup, leading the cheers and turning tricks with the players, I'm going to have to leave you as a guy. But you will be a full participant in your slave family's chores and obedience activities. Trust me, I'm not happy that you're more valuable as a robotically obedient member of my team than as a self-hating cheerleader slut.

"And as for you, Timmy boy..." Greg looked at Tim, still frozen helplessly staring forwards with his significant cock erect. "I know you didn't betray me intentionally. Danny seized control of you. But you have enough knowledge to threaten me if someone gets hold of your mind. So I have to get you out of the way. And I know just how to do it.

"The Anellos are expecting another doggie, aren't they? Well, they'll be getting one. Tim, your new dog name is 'Yappie'. Why don't you give us just a few little 'yaps'?" Immediately Tim was forced to 'yap' like a little lap dog.

Greg chuckled. "So tonight the new dog arrives at the Anello's. Except that instead of one of the elegant big hunting breeds, it'll be one of the smaller, more HAIRLESS varieties. Like a Chihuahua! A well-hung Chihuahua at that. So, Yappie, you're going to arrive at the Anello's door up on your hind legs, paws in the begging position, tongue hanging out, and with a bag of tacos swinging from your fat erect dick. Whaddaya think?"

The paralyzed Tim could only 'yap' powerlessly as his brain took in its newly programmed instructions.

"And don't worry about your family. In a couple of days they won't even remember you ever existed."

 

[13]

It was a very ordinary evening at the Chadler house. After a long, hard all-family workout session in the basement gym, after which only Bobbie Sue was allowed to take a shower, Junior and Danny sat, all sweaty, sprawled on the couch in their jockstraps watching TV, drinking beer and eating chips. Each of them had his giant bare feet up on an ottoman, and naked father Rob was on hands and knees going slowly and appreciatively from foot to foot, getting his precious strength- sustaining sweat from between their toes. When both their feet were totally clean of any toe jam or sweat drops, Rob was still unsatisfied. "Master Junior, Master Danny, may I lick up your armpit sweat? I... I need it... still feel weak..."

Danny laughed. "Well, I dunno, dad. Maybe if you ask for it like you're a widdle kid." Junior snorted with laughter.

Rob looked up at his all-powerful sons with puppy-dog eyes. "P..p..please, M..m..masters, your widdle daddyslave wanna clean your manly armpits of tasty mansweat..." Danny extended his right leg, planted his big bare foot on Rob's shoulder, and knocked him over onto his side. The brothers laughed. "I dunno, dad, there's potato chip crumbs all over the place, in the carpet, on the couch, even here on my jock," said Danny, purposely crumbling some chips over his crotch. "I think you better finish licking those up first. You wanted to be a dad at Hoover, and now I've made you into Hooverdad!" This caused Junior to snort again, spraying beer all over the floor and onto the cowering father. "Maybe we should get you a super costume with a cape that says 'Hooverdad', and you gotta wear it while you're crawling around the floor doing your vacuum duties."

A glimmer of hope came to Rob's eyes as he examined the chip crumbs on Danny's jockstrap, and he licked his lips. But Danny noticed his longing look, and crushed that hope. "No, dad, no powercum for you tonight. Coach said not to give you any until later in the week. But when you're through with the crumbs, you can lick the sweat out of my asshole, if you ask me real nice to roll over." Resigned, Rob began to suck and lick out the chip crumbs from the carpet. Danny moved his feet from the ottoman and rested them on his father's raised ass, prompting more laughter from Junior.

From two of the upstairs bedrooms came the shrieks and cries of incredibly intense sexual activity. In the master bedroom, Bobbie Sue was being fucked by one of Greg's straight swimming team buddies. Cody was only a freshman, a redhead, freckled, skinny and smooth, and this was his first real sexual experience, aside from the occasional hand job from a friend. It's not every boy that gets his first experience with the beautiful, stacked trophy wife of a star NFL quarterback. Naturally, the kid didn't really know what he was doing, and his lean 5 inch pecker didn't come up to the standards Bobbie Sue's cunt was used to. But she had learned a trick taught her by Coach: she imagined that the guy on top of her was actually Master Greg. That made her satisfied shrieks, and cries of "Fuck me! More!" totally sincere. Bobbie Sue was using all her skills to make Cody's first time a great one. In fact, it was so good it would probably wreck him for any future experiences with girls his age, not nearly as skilled or as hypnotically motivated as Bobbie Sue.

In the next bedroom, Brett was getting tossed around, beaten up, and fucked rough by Quentin, a gay senior member of Greg's team. This was definitely not Quentin's first sexual experience, but he had never even remotely imagined topping one of the Chadler triplets, whom he had read about in the local paper after every Friday night game that season. When Quentin first saw the triplets live, in the playoff game against Hoover, he imagined himself being cornered by them, beaten up a little, and forced to serve their lusty needs. But he had a "top" side to him also, and when (to his utter surprise) his swim teammate Greg offered him a wild night with one of the triplets, he chose to be the one in charge.

Greg had told Quentin to ask for Danny, but when he got to the Chadler house, Danny ordered Brett to be Quentin's bottom toy. Unbeknownst to Greg, much of Danny's internal triplet relationship reprogramming still kept its power even after Greg had regained control of the Chadlers. Brett still had strong feelings of inferiority to and admiration for Danny left over from his previous programming, and Danny still felt it was natural for him to order Brett around. Meanwhile, Junior, who had always been the clear leader of the three, had now permanently become much more of a follower. It all just seemed natural to them now, as if it had always been that way.

So it was not Danny but Brett upstairs at the mercy of a very ungentle Quentin. And while the swimmer -- 6'2" tall, toned, baby-faced and athletic, with large defined pecs and biceps, Superboy-style long jet-black hair that flopped over his eyes, and a chest with just a slight covering of hair -- was a year older than the triplets, normally he would be no physical match for any of them. But as with Bobbie Sue, Brett was under orders to provide pleasure by imagining it was Master Greg with him. So while Quentin was degrading and humiliating Brett, the lean swimmer was able to easily toss the giant muscled triplet around, deliver the occasional kick to the groin, put Brett across his knee and spank him till his butt shone and it really hurt, hold Brett still with an unbreakable chokehold around the triplet's beefy neck, and piston-fuck him without mercy or lubrication.

When it was over, when Cody and Quentin were both done and had wordlessly grabbed their clothes and gone home, an exhausted Brett and Bobbie Sue came back, naked, into the living room to join the rest of the family. The TV show Brett and Danny were watching was just ending. It was just about time for what any normal family would do now, head off for some family sex. Tonight, it was the turn for Junior and Rob to work on some mutual nipple and ball torture in the discipline room, while Brett, Danny, and Bobby Sue would have a three-way in the master bedroom, which still reeked from Cody's recent becoming-a-man experience, and with the still-warm bed covered with leftover sticky fluids.

Just before Junior managed to hit the remote switch to turn off the TV, a news item began. "In Washington today..." and the TV went off. But not before a jolt like lightning went through Danny's system. And suddenly he was "awake". Unhypnotized. And remembering everything! He froze in place.

As Brett and Bobbie Sue headed up the stairs, they noticed Danny wasn't following. "Aren't you coming?" asked Brett.

Danny thought fast. "Uh, no, Master Greg wanted me to visit him now." This answer completely satisfied his brother and mother, and they turned around and continued upstairs glassy-eyed. Danny knew from his own programming that if he said anything suspicious, if he tried to explain things to the others in his family, they would simply overpower him, chain him in the discipline room, and forcibly program the 'deviation' out of him. He might never be free of Greg's enslavement again. He had to seem normal to the rest of his family.

Back when Danny had Tim involuntarily helping him extend his control to Greg, Danny had asked how he (Danny) could break free of the programming that allowed Greg to take him over at will. Tim, forced to tell Danny everything he knew, said the only way was to avoid the regular command reinforcement sessions, but then Greg would know what was going on, so that wouldn't work. So they settled on ADDING to Danny's programming, giving him a keyword that would immediately break him free of control if he heard it. It had to be a word Danny might hear on TV or in some controlled circumstance, but not too often and not in the wrong place such that his sudden "freedom" would be noticed by Greg or by his family. "Washington" was picked because the main likely place to hear that word would be at home during the news. But the news was rarely watched at the Chadler home these days. So a bit of time went by before Danny got his jolt. Days and nights of hypnotized humiliation, prostitution, spankings, incest, and more. The only part Danny didn't mind was his father's enslavement to the triplets' body fluids. After all, family domination was what he had wanted for himself anyway.
But now, Danny had to come up with a plan to get back on top. To seize back the family, Greg, the team, and ultimately, the school. And he knew what he needed in order to do it. Leaving the house, he went to the local convenience store and made a couple of purchases. Then he went to the Anello house with a bottle of cold water, a rolled-up newspaper, and some doggie treats, all of which he would need to separate Frankie from his new live-in bitch in heat, and transform Tim once again into his helpless hypnoslave assistant.

 

[14]

Danny pulled up to the Anello house and ran to the door with his bag of convenience store-bought objects needed to get Tim separated from the eternally horny hypno-doggie Frankie. As he waited at the front door, he heard howling from the basement kennel, accompanied by some short yaps.

"Mrs. Anello? Hi, I'm Danny Chadler. I heard that you might have found my runaway chihuahua Tim. Is he here?"

"Oh, come in. So he's your dog? And he was making Frankie ever so happy. Frankie doesn't have much doggie companionship in this neighborhood. He dotes on your dog. I'll be sorry to see your chihuahua leave." Mrs. Anello opened the basement door to let Danny go down and get his dog.

Downstairs, Danny found Frankie coupled to Tim, not surprisingly in doggie style, fucking him rapidly. Frankie had a very content look on his face as he howled in delight, while Tim seemed to be in distress; the power of Frankie's compact muscled football bod was obviously causing strain on Tim's slim smooth frame. But obedient to Greg's programming, Tim continued to yap with pretended pleasure for Frankie's benefit. The two "doggies" were so totally engrossed in their fast-action fucking activity that they did not even notice Danny coming down the stairs.

Danny reached into his bag to get the bottle of cold water, and found -- a feminine hygiene product? He dug deeper. Tacky cosmetics? "Damn convenience store clerk must have mixed my order up with someone else's. But... I was the only customer in the store!" thought Danny. Finally, he did find the bottle of cold water. Pouring it on the coupled "doggies" caused instant separation, followed by intense sexually frustrated anger in Frankie. At this point Danny pulled out the rolled-up newspaper and swatted Frankie across the face. This got Frankie's attention focused on Danny; Danny gestured and spoke the team control words, which caused Frankie to stand upright at attention and await orders. Danny put a few doggie treats in Frankie's dish and told him to go eat them. Frankie happily dropped back on all fours, and started to chew on the doggie treats. Clearly by now he had settled comfortably into his permanent new life role as pet.

Danny was soon in control of Tim as well. Greg had not known that Danny had etched triplet loyalty instructions into Tim's mind, and so they were still in place. Danny sat on the couch while he questioned Tim, who stood at attention facing forward with his sizable dick erect.

When Danny asked Tim about his methods of control, Tim explained that he had discovered that the hypnotic drug he used, and was improving, dug much deeper grooves in people's minds than he expected. Ideas planted under its influence tended to be more rooted and permanent than with any other drug he knew about. For example, even though Tim knew his own feelings of unswerving loyalty to the triplets were a result of the drug, and he tried to fight it off, he couldn't even lessen it, and so he was still hypnotically obligated to be loyal.

While he was saying all this, Danny's eyes were coursing over Tim's trim, smooth little bod, and especially his outsized cock. He wondered what it would be like to service that cock. After all, she couldn't help thinking that way; Danielle was somewhat of a slut, hungry for every cock that -- WAIT! He wasn't Danielle, he was Danny, a guy! And as a total top, he didn't care about guy's cocks, he was only interested in their mouths, assholes, and the total submission of their will! "Danielle the cheerleading slut" was just a suggestion given him by Greg, who then retracted it, needing Danny as a guy for his plans to succeed. But the suggestion clearly had gotten more deeply rooted anyway. Of course, Danny remembered none of this consciously. He just shook his head, and he was fully Danny again.

From his pocket, Danny pulled his pen-sized digital note recorder, and put it in record mode. "Tim, you think you were drugged to become loyal to the triplets. That isn't true. The fact is, the minute you first saw us, you knew you were born to be a triplet toy, to serve us and give us pleasure.

"You must erase any other memories you have about this, and erase any elements of your personality that don't go with being a triplet toy. You must not fight your feelings of loyalty. Your only pleasure, your only desire, is to serve the triplets. It has always been this way. And of course you must hide this from Greg until we can seize control of HIM.

"You never liked Greg. He stole your ideas. Ever since then all you have wanted to do is put him under Danny's control. You must help us plan for that. It is your reason for existence. Go find and program Greg." Danny shut off the recorder.

Tears were falling from Tim's eyes as he stood at erect attention before Danny, hearing what was being recorded. "Please, Danny, don't do that to me. Don't erase my personality and change me into a mindless triplet toy. I'll be loyal to you, you know I HAVE to be. Just leave me the way I am and I'll serve you..."

Meanwhile, Danny's "Danielle" side was asserting itself again, more strongly this time, and "she" began licking and kissing around the frozen-in-place Tim's ears and face. But the basic triplet-top mentality was still fully there. "Silly boy, you'll LOVE being our toy. You won't have to make any of your own decisions, and you'll get actual feelings of pleasure by serving us. And you certainly won't be mindless. I need all of your smarts to win the war with Greg. Now once I get us out of this house, you go home, give yourself a nice heavy dose of the drug, and run this recording over and over until you've been completely transformed. That's an order!"

And Tim sadly realized that he had absolutely no choice but to program away his personality and replace it with a revised history and a total sense of being a triplet plaything with no will of its own.

Danny exited the basement with Tim in tow. "Mrs. Anello, thanks for helping me get my dog back." Suddenly he was struck with a question: "By the way, Mrs. Anello, those are really nice spike-heeled shoes. Where did you get them?"

"Why Danny, I didn't think teenage guys even noticed things like that." Danny was briefly confused; he had never really noticed anything like that before. But of course Danielle really wanted to know where to get those shoes!

 

[15]

The next evening at the Chadler home, there was activity in the punishment room. Chained naked to the wall by the wrists and ankles was Junior, muscles writhing and head lolling helplessly, eyes staring straight ahead. In front of him was Lennie, his newest lust object and worship obsession, and tormenter.

Junior himself had ordered the helplessly obedient hypnotist Tim to "create" Master Lennie from an innocent, shy sophomore football team assistant. Lennie was just over five feet tall, aged 15 but looking more like 12, shiny black hair, and a little boy's grin. He was terribly shy and almost never made eye contact with any member of the team unless he had to. Junior had observed him in a quiet corner of the locker room, secretly sniffing the smelly used jockstraps he was collecting for the laundry and jerking off.

Once Danny had "pussified" Junior, altering his personality so that he wanted to be dominated, beaten up and enslaved by smaller boys, Junior was immediately attracted to Lennie and wanted to surrender his will to him. But of course Lennie was afraid whenever the giant jock approached him, and would run away.

So Junior had grabbed Tim (the skilled "chemo- hypnotist" student who had been drugged with his own stuff and converted from being Greg's junior partner into becoming a loyal triplet servant) and ordered him to change Lennie from a shy, retiring little boy to an overbearing, iron-willed sadistic tyrant who could force the muscular superstud Junior to submit to all kinds of debasement and humiliation at his feet. Tim did this so skillfully that he had changed Lennie's life completely. Whereas little Lennie used to avoid people in the hall, now he swaggered down that hall with the arrogance of someone used to getting his way, right away, all the time. And everyone always gave him what he wanted. It was a combination of Tim's "total will" personality remake, plus an ingenious extra Tim had added to the mix. Tim saw to it that certain key jocks, smart kids, and all the class presidents were secretly hypnotized and programmed to respond to Lennie. One word whispered in their ear by Lennie and they would blank out, their minds putty in Lennie's sadistic hands. He could change them completely with just ten or fifteen minutes of repeated commands and revised life histories. He could alter their needs and desires, making them lust after people that would have disgusted them before, or hunger for things they never wanted. A good guy you trusted could be changed into a sneaky rat or a detestable bully. A loyal girlfriend could become sexually fascinated with bellybuttons, creaming at the sight of any guy's "innie". Almost anything could happen, limited only by Lennie's fertile imagination.

And whenever people saw Lennie seize and alter someone, they feared they themselves might be "controllable" too. So no one dared challenge Lennie, and everyone did what he told them to do, and gave him what he wanted.

But also thanks to Tim's programming, Lennie became fixated on the triplets, Junior in particular. A giant straight muscled jock that the little gay boy could never have even dreamed of as a partner and protector could now be changed into a playtoy to be physically and mentally used and abused, formed and reformed at will like Play-Doh. As Lennie handed out the towels to the football team -- one of whom forgot to bow his head out of respect to Lennie, and would later wake up to find himself cleaning the locker room urinals with his tongue -- he planned his takedown of Junior, only to find out that no work was necessary. Junior was his for the asking. And Lennie LOVED Junior's physical attributes. His long tongue, muscled chest, strong hands, big feet, and huge cock could be used so many ways!

Now Lennie was here with Junior in the Chadler's fully-equipped punishment room. Junior was securely fastened to the wall, and nicely drugged up with Tim's special concoction, so that all of Lennie's commands were directly entering Junior's subconscious as unstoppably as if large nails were being driven through him.

"You LOVE skaterbois. You HAVE to go to the mall to watch them. You ESPECIALLY lust after their ass juices. NOTHING is more exciting to you than a skaterboi's ass juice. You will feel the NEED to kneel before them and BEG them to let you suck out their ass juice. You can stop yourself only with a HUGE effort, but you can't stop yourself forever. You'll offer them money, rides, you'll buy them new boards, you'll clean out their smelly sneakers with your tongue, ANYTHING to get them to let you rim them. But you can't force them to do anything. They are your masculine superiors..." Junior's head was shaking, his muscled body was trembling in an attempt to fight the new perversion Lennie was inserting into him, but it was no use. As Junior stared forward into space, Lennie's words became truth, his commands became law. Lennie was right, Junior had ALWAYS lusted after those godlike skaterbois' ass juices, now he remembered... Over and over again, Lennie pounded in his message. Junior gave up the fight, and his head rolled down.

Lennie knew that he had won the battle, and smiled. He let Junior relax for a few minutes while his commands sank deeper into Junior's self, became who he actually was. Finally, Lennie said, "Junior, wake up!" And Junior snapped out of it, unaware of what had happened, of what was now an inseparable part of him.

"OK, your behavior programming is done for today. Now let's have some more fun with that electric nipples- cock-balls device. I don't know if we've gotten the full use out of that wonderful toy yet. I'm still learning how to coordinate the timing of the shocks for maximum effect -- "

"NO! NO! Not that thing again! PLEASE, Master Lennie! I'll do anything, ANYTHING, but PLEASE don't use that horrible thing!"

Lennie smiled cruelly. "I don't know what you're complaining about. It's a PLEASURE device," he said firmly. "You enjoy it totally! In fact, you've been begging me to use it! Remember?"

As this information pushed its way into Junior's defenseless brain, his head rolled, and he had a moment of confusion. But soon Lennie's words replaced any memories he had that contradicted them.

"OK, I guess we're done. I'll let you down now," said Lennie, smirking evilly.

"Uh, wait, Master Lennie, wait..." gasped Junior. "Um, you still haven't used the nipples-cock-balls pleasure device on me today. Could you PLEASE put it on me? I NEED to feel it working on me. PLEASE? PLEASE?"

"Aaah, now you're just whining. Well, OK, I'll put it on you, if you do me just one small favor. I know there's no way I can capture your brother Danny, yet. But I've had my eye on Brett. I'd love to have double the muscle in here to program with perversion. I could even teach you two to program each other with disgusting kinks. You two could maybe even compete to see who can bring the other the lowest, without getting his brother thrown in jail. You triplets are really competitive, it would be great fun!

"So tell me how I can capture and enslave Brett, and I'll give you some quality time on the tortu-- I mean pleasure device."

Hungry, even desperate, for the device to be used on him, big hard cock swinging in anticipation of what was to come, Junior thought hard and fast. "Well, Danny has already broken Brett's will, so he should be easy to control. Hmmm. I know. The other day Danny forced Dad to clean food out of the living room carpet with his tongue, not to mention from Danny's crotch. To add to the humiliation, he's forced Dad to order a tailor-made super costume that says 'Hooverdad' on it, you know, like he can be used as a human vacuum cleaner. Brett was real jealous when he heard Danny's command. He always gets jealous -- and horny -- whenever Danny forces someone to humiliate himself in front of him. Brett's told me he secretly wants Danny to enslave and humiliate HIM too, so he can get some of Danny's tasty cum and sweat. I know what he's planning to do about it, and how we can use it." Junior explained his idea.

Lennie was impressed. "Hey, that's not bad. And I can think of a way to modify it that fits real well into a fantasy I've had for years. Good job, slave. You've really earned this." And Lennie proceeded to hang the heavy device around the grateful Junior's neck. The electrified nipple clamps fit right in place, then the metal circuit continued down to the cock holder which snapped around Junior's giant tool, and finally Junior's large balls were hanging in the bottom of the device. Lennie then plugged the whole thing into a wall outlet, then picked up the remote control, powered up the device, and began to play a symphony of pain and pleasure music on Junior's erotic nervous system. The resulting lusty moans, shrieks, and howls of pain and desire were now Lennie's favorite type of music.

 

[16]

Several mornings later, the Chadler house was fairly quiet. Rob, following Danny's humiliating orders, was on his way to pick up his "Hooverdad" super costume, complete with cape and garish colors, from a local costume shop. When he had first visited the shop to order it and be fitted, of course the shop owner recognized the famous quarterback, so Rob had to make up some story about ordering it for a costume party. Triplet Brett had gone along for the fitting, since he had bribed his dad with an armpit full of energy- giving fresh triplet sweat to get him a companion "Hooverlad" super costume, in the hope that this act of self-abasement would impress Danny enough to allow Brett to compete with his dad for access to Danny's foot sweat and even the occasional cum load.

This day, when Rob and his son Brett tried on their costumes at the shop and flexed in front of the mirror, they looked like quite the sexy superheroes. The costume designer had worked hard to allow the costumes to show off the ripples of the Chadlers' super-muscular builds, and (being gay) had even secretly made the latex tights a size too small to make their packages a little more evident than they should have been, and at the final fitting he was rewarded with the sight of the distinct outlines of their confined, huge, semi-hard power rods. He was so overcome with this that he even took the big chance of "copping a feel" down there as the Chadlers flexed in front of the mirror. But the two newly pussified and submissive Chadler males didn't say a word about it, as their cocks in response just grew a bit harder and more tightly confined inside the hot latex. The designer, noticing the passivity of the giant musclejocks, was briefly tempted to try ordering the two seemingly submissive studs into the back room for a "final fit check", in order to see how big their cocks could get in their costumes, and they might very well have followed him there and done whatever he said, but he decided not to risk it. It was obvious that with just the slightest effort, either the pro athlete or the overgrown muscleteen could pound him to a pulp if angered.

Naturally the designer didn't know that "Hooverdad" and "Hooverlad"'s main super-functions would involve "vacuum-sucking" food crumbs, fluids and dirt out of the carpet, out of 16-year-old Danny's crotch, and from between his toes.

When they got home, Rob put away his costume and left for his pro team's practice field, but oddly, Brett put his costume back on and flexed in front of the mirror again. Wow, this costume shows everything, he thought. I'm sure Danny will notice that --

At that point, Junior came into his room without knocking. As Brett turned around, Junior raised his hand and said "Team is obedience," and after muttering his automatic reply, Brett's consciousness faded away...

....When Brett's consciousness returned, he found himself alone in the room again. But for some reason, he no longer thought of himself as Brett Chadler, triplet; he could now only think of himself as Hooverlad, superhero. He stared at himself in the mirror proudly, hands on hips Superman-style, seeing the vision of a handsome young superhero that served all humanity. Suddenly, with his super-hearing, he heard something odd from the punishment room on the floor below. He flew down the stairs and imagined that he broke through the door with his super-strength. And there, standing in the back of the room, hands on HIS hips, was his nemesis Cruelty Boy, a small but beautiful jet black-haired teen wearing only a mask like Robin's, a cape, a jockstrap that bulged obscenely on such a small body, and a pair of leather boots. His flat, smooth chest and small nipples seemed to glisten under the punishment room lights. With his smug, nasty facial expression, he looked like a perfectly-drawn anime villain. Next to him at attention stood a large, muscled boy, as big as Hooverlad himself, wearing nothing but a leather hood with eye holes and a jockstrap far too small to contain the huge erect cock that pointed straight at Hooverlad. Cruelty Boy's face confident smirk puzzled Hooverlad. After all, Hooverlad's super strength would make short work of this boy, who had no special physical powers that he knew of.

Hooverlad boomed, "At last I've found you, Cruelty Boy! Your days of sadistic pleasure are over. Surrender, or I'll crush you into pieces!"

Cruelty Boy just smiled. "Is that so, HOOVERFAG?"

Upon hearing that word, Hooverlad blanched, and he began to panic. How did Cruelty Boy discover Hooverlad's top secret Power Word? Now he was completely at Cruelty Boy's mercy. Hooverlad felt himself starting to lose control of his powers, indeed over his very body.

Cruelty Boy snickered. "OK, Hooverfag, it's time to permanently change the balance of power between us. See my muscular slave over there? He used to be a superhero himself. His supersize balls make a delicious powercum that can take over your mind and body. I order you to crawl to him and beg him to make you a hot, tasty enslavement snack."

Hooverlad found himself dropping to his hands and knees and beginning to crawl over to Cruelty Boy's hooded superslave. He fought himself every inch of the way, his muscles straining and sweat dripping from his body from his huge exertion, but it was no use. As he arrived at the feet of the hooded slave, he could not stop himself from wheezing out, "Please... feed... me... your... enslavement... cum..."

The slave grabbed his huge cock -- already hard from seeing his brother in a superhero's uniform crawl to his feet and beg -- and waved his other hand towards it, forcing Hooverlad to raise his head to the slave's crotch level. Without ceremony, the slave then grabbed Hooverlad's head with one big hand, rammed his cock deep into Hooverlad's throat and out again just a few times, and then rapidly injected his powercum deep into the back of the helpless superhero's throat. Having finished with him, the slave pushed Hooverlad away and down to the floor.

As Hooverlad lay there, he felt the slave's supersperm swimming from his throat and stomach into each part of his body -- first his broad muscled chest, then his powerful arms, then his long, sturdy legs -- and felt it overwhelm his defenses and take decision control over each part. Soon, he just lay there helpless, as his body was no longer his to control.

Cruelty Boy spoke up. "OK, Hooverfag, let's finish this. You know what to do. It's deep inside you, and my slave's supersperm will make sure you do it."

Hooverlad didn't know what to do, but his body seemed to know. He got back onto his hands and knees, and began to crawl towards Cruelty Boy. He could only look at the floor in front of him. When he arrived at Cruelty Boy's feet, he found himself looking down at the leather boots and saying, "I... Hooverlad... transfer... my... powers... to... Cruelty Boy... and... wish... to... be... his... slave... forever..." What was he saying? How did Cruelty Boy get the power to do this to him?

Above him, he heard Cruelty Boy say, "So, you want to give me your superpowers and enslave yourself to me? And you do this of your own free will?"

Again Hooverlad found himself saying, "Yes... and all I ask... in... return... is that you use your cruelty powers on me... extra hard."

"I grant you your wish," Cruelty Boy said with great satisfaction. When he heard this, Hooverlad found himself placing one big hand on each of Cruelty Boy's leather boots. There was a strong tingling sensation, and and Hooverlad could feel his powers rushing from his body, out through his hands and into Cruelty Boy's boots, as he grew weaker... weaker... Finally, the newly superstrong Cruelty Boy kicked aside the former Hooverlad's hands and said, "OK, Hooverfag, take off that costume and put on these proper slave's clothes." The clueless Brett slowly, weakly removed his proud costume and put on what Cruelty Boy provided, which was identical to what was worn by the other slave: a leather hood with eyeholes, and a jockstrap far too small to contain Brett's cock, even soft. Which it did not remain for long: Cruelty Boy extended an arm and pointed towards Brett's cock; it seemed to Brett that a bright bolt of lightning went from CB's finger to Brett's cock, at which point it was engulfed in an electric field of some sort that made it instantly spring to its full size and became harder than it had ever been before.

Watching this with growing excitement, Junior could hardly contain himself, he was so proud of what he had done for his beloved demigod. "So Master Lennie, are you happy with how I got Brett into your power?"

"Great work, Junior. I'm glad that you know it's more important to make me happy than to be loyal to your family. You've earned extra time on the nipple-cock-balls pleasure device." Junior felt a jolt of physical pleasure when he heard that.

"But you have to compete for the role of First Slave just like your brother here. Now that he's a member of our play group, his tongue, asshole, big hands and feet are just as much my playthings as yours are, and you have to show how you can use yours to please me." Junior felt a bit disappointed that he was now not the Master's only slave, yet excited by the possible ways he could demonstrate he was a better bottom than Brett. This brought out some of the old triplet competitiveness that still remained in their psyches.

Lennie removed his Cruelty Boy outfit, pulling off his mask, cape and boots, leaving just his bulging jockstrap on. "OK, Junior and Brett, playtime is over. We've had our fantasy fun, but now it's time for us to plan how to add your brother Danny to this fine group. I've got his hood and little jockstrap here just waiting. After all, I need to complete the set. While one of you giants is lovingly running his tongue along the length of my cock, and the second one is polishing my boots with his tongue, who will be cleaning out my asshole with HIS tongue? And when two of you are chained to the wall, I really need a third slave to help pleasure-torture you under my direction. So how do we get Danny into the triplet slave club?"

Brett was confused. "But Danny is the master of our whole family, and runs it for HIS master Greg, who's greater and more powerful than all of us put together."

Lenny frowned. "Yeah, you two were easy to enslave because Danny had already broken your wills. But Danny won't be easy to catch. He thinks like a master, and he probably knows all the tricks by now. And I don't even want to tangle with Greg, if he knew enough to set this whole thing up. So what can I do?" As he thought, he gently petted the heads of his muscular hooded slaves as, from each side, a long triplet tongue flicked devotedly along the side of his distended jockstrap.

The moment of thought was interrupted by the door of the punishment room being slammed open by Greg. Saying "Team is obedience" and giving the gesture, he was soon in control of Junior and Danny, and ordered them to grab Lennie. When Lennie realized what was going on, he quickly shouted, "Slaves, release me! Now!" and caused momentary confusion for the dazed triplets, but it was too late. Greg had grabbed a small, smelly sock from Lennie's pile of clothes and stuffed it in his mouth, then kept it in there by using one of the triplets' huge socks used as a gag. Lennie almost retched from the rancid flavor of his sock. Greg just laughed. "Don't worry, by the time we're through here, you'll think that taste is an aphrodisiac." Greg had the twins tie Lennie's arms and legs with restraints found among the punishment room's ample supply of torture tools, and put him on the floor. Lennie struggled against the bonds, but his tight little body couldn't quite wriggle out of them. He now looked like the helpless little gay boy he was before his remarkable transformation.

"So you're the great Lennie, live and in person," said Greg. "I've heard so much about you. And I've seen and heard you in here, of course. You know this room is ringed with webcams and motion detectors. I get some of my hottest porno scenes from those cams, and I make good money from them, because unlike MOST porn, the hot stuff you see happening in here is REAL.

"In this case, the webcams seem to have saved my ass. I was watching you work over Junior the other day, and I heard your plan to trap Brett. So I was ready, and as soon as I saw Brett come in here in that costume, I jumped in my car and raced over here. Don't worry, I recorded everything on my way over, since my laptop has cell Internet service. It helps me control my growing collection of slaves.

"Lennie, I gotta admit, Tim did an incredible job of turning you into the perfect master. At school, I saw you grab a straight built jock from the track team, push him up against his own locker, spin him around, tear down his pants, and work a nice-sized dildo into him in front of his buddies who were all watching in fear. And he didn't dare resist your orders or fight back in any way, and his pals couldn't stand up for him, because none of them could be sure you didn't secretly have total control of them. You know, like you had control of his track teammate, that huge- upper-body shot-put throwing guy they call Bear, who forcibly pushed you away last week when you walked up and rubbed his crotch, and suddenly found himself magically transformed into a desperate, needy cumslut who now goes around begging anyone in the school to fill either of his holes to ease the longing. Just watching you totally dominate all the big men on campus through the sheer force of your will is incredibly HOTT. And I gotta admit that on my way over here, while I was watching you as Cruelty Boy, I was staring transfixed at the laptop screen instead of the road, and almost wishing it was me crawling to enslave myself to your power instead of Brett here. And that's saying something, since I'm a pure top.

"So I can't bring myself to bust you back down to the little fagboy you used to be. But there's only room for one absolute master at Hoover High. So Junior, Brett, hold the little guy's head extra still now." Greg took a bottle from his pocket, lifted the gag, and started pouring the liquid inside down Lennie's throat. Lennie's eyes opened wide and he tried to spit it out, but Greg simply held his nose closed and he was forced to swallow. "I'll give this stuff a few minutes to take full effect. Since you're small, it shouldn't take much time." Meanwhile, Greg admired the leather hood and undersized jockstrap slave outfits Lennie had forced Junior and Brett to wear. "Not bad," he said, rubbing each of the triplets' overstuffed jocks in turn as they moaned in pleasure, their chest muscles rippling. "I think I'll keep you in these when you're at home. Whenever you're not naked, that is. And soon, I hope I'll need the extra set for Danny, once I have him in my power." Greg smiled and absent-mindedly fingered his dick through his pants as he thought of his future total victory, with all three triplets in their hoods and jocks kneeling before him.

After a few more minutes the drug was having its effect on Lennie; his head was rolling and his eyes staring ahead. Greg had the triplets untie him and remove the gag and his own sock from his mouth. Greg knew from the signs that Lennie's mind was now fully receptive to commands and suggestions. He began to fill Lennie's open brain:

"You're obsessed with transferring to West High. Your mother won't offer any resistance to moving, I'll see to that. She could even trade houses with the Chadlers, who are moving to the other side of town, so the triplets can go to Hoover next year. It means you would inherit this wonderfully equipped punishment room, which I'm sure you would make great use of. Your house is much smaller and cheaper than the Chadlers', but they won't mind the trade one bit. Plus they can always buy the lot next door and build a bigger house, right?

"In the meantime, I've got to protect myself against your incredible abilities. So here's the deal: whenever you see me or the triplets, you'll be powerless, you'll be afraid. You'll know you can never have control over any of us. But you can keep your powers over at West High. In fact, I know of a nice family over there you could live with while you're waiting to move. The sons are a senior and junior, and co-captains of the West High swim team, yeah our big rivals. They're cute, tall, and built, although not quite as big as the triplets here. The dad looks like a slightly older version of his sons, so you can have fun turning all three into your sex puppets. But here's the REAL cool part: I happen to know that both brothers are members of the school's virginity club, where they pledge not to have sex before marriage. And the club is loaded with all kinds of really cute, innocent-looking guys. I can imagine that once you've joined that club and spiked their punch, you could get the girls to quit, and really help the guys make sure they never have sex with a girl before they marry, or maybe EVER." And under the influence of the drug, Lennie's mind was already racing through the ever more perverted and painful rules he could program into the virginity club guys to help them be absolutely CERTAIN they would never have sex with a girl...

But that's another story ("Lennie Helps the Virginity Club", if enough folks want me to write it).

Greg instructed Lennie to walk home, and Lennie immediately began "sleepwalking" out the punishment room door. To get to his house was a walk of over an hour, but Greg knew Lennie was too zonked to even notice. Greg hoped Lennie would be alert enough to safely cross the one major intersection on the way to his house, but he was unwilling to send Lennie home in Junior's car, which is how he had arrived at the Chadler house in the first place. Greg needed Junior now more than ever for his plan of conquest to succeed.

Horny, Greg considered a bit of sex play with his two slaves, but there was work to be done. "OK, Junior, Brett, let's get ready for the final takedown of Danny. When he comes in tonight, you two grab him like you did Lennie. He's much bigger, but the two of you can handle him. And we've got to keep his hands still and his mouth shut so he is totally helpless. Then a big dose of the drug, enough for his body weight, and a few long sessions of ego erasure and firmly planting the idea that it's a GOOD and EXCITING thing for all Chadlers to be my slaves, that he wants it more than anything, repeated over and over until he thinks it's his OWN idea to worship and obey me, and I've won!" The idea clearly excited Junior and Brett, whose untouched cocks sprang into full bloated erections.

Junior, his competitive triplet spirit aroused along with his libido, shouted "Let's go out there and win Danny for Master Greg!" And the three of them stepped out of the punishment room door into the living room, only to see --

Tim. Naked and erect, and at attention. Behind him, Danny, with a big smirk on his face. And in the few part-seconds of hesitation caused by the moment of surprise, hands went up, control words were said, and --

Time seemed to freeze...

[17]

Everyone came to their senses at once, and looked around. Every person was completely naked, and unable to move from their spot on the floor. Danny smirked again, only to realize that he too was naked and stuck in place. No matter how much force he tried to put into his powerful legs, he could not move. A "leg man" would have had a field day watching all the heavily- muscled legs ripple and twitch uselessly against their nonexistent restraints. Danny, outraged because he thought HE was supposed to be in control of the situation, began "What the fuck--" but a gesture from Tim silenced him completely. In fact, no one could say a word except Tim. And no one but Tim knew how much time had actually elapsed since everyone had entered the room and been tranced. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours.

Tim began to speak. "Good evening, masters and slaves, friends and lovers, football jocks and swim jocks." Evening? Hadn't it been late morning, or early afternoon, or -- no one seemed able to remember.

"I've gotten you all here to give you everything you want. At one point or another, I've controlled all of you, and all of you have controlled me. So there's a part of all our lusts and desires, and our hates and dislikes, in all of us. I've recently developed a new, even more powerful version of my mind-control drug, which I experimented with by deepening my pet football player Lance's commitment to dogness -- "

"Arf!" piped up Lance eagerly, recognizing his name (and nothing else) in his master Tim's speech. If he had a tail it would have been wagging five times a second. For a few moments, Greg wondered how Lance had gotten there, on all fours near the fireplace, but it didn't seem important.

" -- and Jansen's commitment to catness." Briefly, Jansen, curled up in the corner, looked up nonchalantly upon hearing his name, then went back to the task of licking his balls clean. Man, that dude must be REALLY double or triple jointed, thought Danny.

"As I was about to program out my own personality by Danny's order, my subconscious realized I had a major conflict of goals. I was supposed to be a triplet toy with no will, but I was also supposed to do what I could to bring pleasure to the triplets. I also had leftover feelings for Greg. So I thought and thought until I found a way that everyone could be happy. I've programmed the solution into the two people I love and look up to the most. I realize my love and loyalty to them is the product of their programming of ME, but that doesn't make it any less real or important to me.

"I think of Greg and Danny as my two daddies. Well, actually since Greg accidentally reprogrammed Danny, now Danielle can be my mommy. So now I have a well- balanced family." Obviously Tim was not immune to the delusional effects of his own drug.

"So I want you two to tell each other what you really want." A few key words and Greg and Danny were free again, and looking directly into each other's eyes.

Tim said to Danny/Danielle, "Mommy, you go first."

"Greg, you're the hottest guy I know. Not because you have the biggest body -- my football buddies are much bigger -- but because you have a need to control and totally dominate other guys, and if they won't submit to you, you keep working on them until they're down on their knees in front of you. You don't take 'no' for an answer, instead you imprint 'YES' directly into their minds. And you're that way naturally, it's just who you are. Unlike little Lennie, who was really shy and even slept with stuffed animals before Tim twisted him into the perverted control freak he is today. No one but you can keep up with me in wanting to totally control people's actions and desires. We're made for each other.

"And as I've recently discovered my, er, feminine side becoming more and more dominant, I've also grown to appreciate your sleek swimmer's build and tasty-looking cock. I want you to be my husband." All of Danny's speech flooded into Greg's open mind, and felt wonderful.

Tim turned to Greg. "Daddy, you're next."

"Danny, or maybe Danielle, I have to admit I knew there was something special about the triplets when I first saw you guys. And when I saw you take down your brothers, converting a couple of naturally dominating top studs into carpet-sucking pipsqueak-worshiping obedience slaves, I guess I knew you were the only guy, or girl, or whatever, for me. Admittedly at first I just enjoyed the power struggle, where I wanted the satisfaction of beating and controlling the most powerful of the Chadler triplets. But as I saw your great moves, converting Tim into your devoted servant and using him to seize more and more power, I knew you were the only one who had a strong enough personality to match mine. Plus I've always appreciated the beauty of those hot triplet bods. And now that you're Danielle, there's no conflict about which one of us sleeps ON TOP." ("We'll see about that," thought Danielle.) "And you've got such great hooters!" he added, putting one lusty hand around each of Danny's large, firm pecs, and twisting them, eliciting a moan from Danny. "So I want you to be my wife. And I want Tim here to be our devoted and loving son."

"Hold hands," suggested Tim, and manly Greg took demure Danielle's big paw into his firm grip. Tim went on, "By the powerlessness vested in me by you, my newly adopted parents, I pronounce you husband and wife. Why don't you kiss each other." And Greg and Danny/Danielle began a long, hard, physically competitive tongue wrestling kiss. For them, was there any other kind? The two of them almost fell over from the physical force of the kiss.

Minutes later, when the kiss was finally over, Greg said, "I suggest we don't tell anyone at the school about this until we control the whole place. Danny, you'll need to keep acting like a guy so no one will suspect anything. No licking your lips hungrily in the locker room no matter HOW tasty the guys look! Slowly, one by one, each student, each teacher, each administrative person, even each janitor and lunch room staffer will become our property without knowing it. I've already got Principal Young under my thumb. Every day as he sits at his desk in his jacket and tie, by my orders he is wearing absolutely nothing below the waist, as a sign of his deference to my authority. I go in there for random spot checks, make him stand at attention and call me "Sir". He knows if he doesn't, he'll wake to find himself stripping naked in front of the school board. By the way, did you know his nickname should be "Principal Hung"? I've thought of mating him with that stacked tenth-grade English teacher...

"Well, anyway, by late next year, Danny, when you and I are unanimously voted prom king and queen, we'll be the first prom royalty to be in ACTUAL COMMAND of everyone there. And it'll be a slave orgy that everyone will remember. Or actually," Greg said laughing, "that NOBODY will remember, except us!" And Danny got excited thinking about wearing the tiara, and seeing the entire student body kneeling there naked, awaiting orders from their king and queen. And the faculty chaperones would carry electric cattle prods in case any student didn't obey fast enough! And the nerds would be serving as urinals, and...

And so the Chadler household settled into its version of a "normal" extended family. Glen and Danielle were the master and mistress of the house, and lived in the biggest bedroom; the son, not-so-tiny Tim, shared another room with the family pets Lance the dog and Jansen the cat, who finally (after some initial hissing and growling fights) learned to get along with each other, licked each other's balls frequently, and slept in large adjacent pet baskets; in another room, on a rubber floor mattress, lived slave-uncles Junior and Brett, who while in the house were always either naked or wore their leather hood and jockstrap slave uniforms, and who loved serving, and servicing, any member of the family, including the "pets"; and in the basement lived "grandpa and grandma" Rob and Bobbie Sue Chadler, who brought in the finances for the family through their football and high-school- student prostitution work. When Tim was a good boy, got good grades and did his chores like scooping out Jansen's litter box and cleaning up after Lance in the backyard, his "mommy" Danielle let him suckle at her muscular but sensitive "breasts". And slowly but surely, more and more of Hoover High unknowingly fell under the spell of Greg and Danny's combined command powers, thanks to son Tim's technical magic.

And the whole family lived happily that way. For a while...

[Epilogue]

Rob Chadler, NFL quarterback, was in the living room of Lennie's home. Rob went there to inspect the house he would soon be trading for his own, since this one was in the proper district for the triplets to attend Hoover High. Lennie's parents were out on some artificial mission he had created in their minds, while Rob and little Lennie sat on the living room couch. It was a normal, everyday scene, normal except that the big pro quarterback had stripped completely naked and was slowly stroking his impressive dick using one of Lennie's smelly old socks. Lennie had told Rob that the sock had magical properties that would give him a bigger and more satisfying cum than his wife ever did. Rob's glass of the most potent hypnojuice yet sat two-thirds empty on the table, and everything young Lennie was telling him made perfect sense.

"It's not right for you to be a slave in your own home. Why should you be reduced to begging for triplet cum to keep up your strength?"

Rob hesitated between sock-cock strokes. "Could you come over to the house and straighten things out?"

Lennie shuddered. "Oh no, I can't. Greg and the triplets are FAR too powerful for me. You, on the other hand, CAN do something. I'll give you a bottle of a very special liquid you can put in their drinks when they're not looking. And be very careful -- Greg and Danny will be very suspicious if they see you do it. Once they've had a few good swallows of their drinks, and seem to be just sitting there with a sort of empty expression on their faces, here's what you tell them..."

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