High
School Reunion
by
Albatross
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The call from my high school reunion
committee caught me off guard. It
was hard to believe that 10 years had
slipped by so fast. My software
development
company had taken off after college and I
had not looked back on the torment of my high school years. Still, as they began to hit me up for a
donation for the reunion, I decided it would be nice to rub my success in the
noses of those who had caused me so much grief in high school. In fact, their old AV geek would have some
surprises in store to keep it interesting.
The reunion’s banquet hall held the
perfect acoutics for my plan. I
volunteered to set up the sound system and added a little light show out of the
goodness of my heart. I had been
working on a software program for Alzheimer’s patients that visually stimulates
the dopamine levels in the neocortex of the brain to enhance memory. When I found two of my lab assistants in a
catatonic state after testing the program, I realized I had stumbled onto
something even more powerful. They now
assist me in ways they could never have dreamed.
I spotted our old quarterback, Wade
Hanson, in the back of the room. He had
not let his rugged good looks fade like most of the balding pot-bellied
ex-jocks. And his eyes were the same
ethereal blue. I could still hear the
taunts of “faggot” that he berated me with every day at school until I had
burst into tears. He had a slightly
glazed look about him that told me that my techno mix was having the desired
trance-inducing effect.
“Hello, Wade. Remember me?” I said.
“Sorry Dude. High School is a little hazy.
Were you on the football team?
“No, I’ve bulked up since high
school. I’m Sam Woodburn. You used to stuff me in my locker.”
“Oh yeah.
Sam. That was hysterical. You would cry like a little...”
“Deep sleep.”
Wade slurred the final word then his head
drooped. I could now speak directly
into his consciousness. The music had
removed all resistance.
“Wade, when you open your eyes you will
find that you cannot move. Your mind
and
body are now mine to do with as I
desire. Your body will obey all of my
commands
regardless of how humiliating your mind
may believe them to be. But I want you
to becompletely aware of everything that’s happening to you and that will
happen to you. OK now. Wide awake.
“What the fuck? I can’t move. What’d you
do to me you little cocksucker?”
“There’s an idea. Follow me into the hallway. You can only speak in a whisper now.”
Wade’s body reponded jerkily as he tried
to resist, but he had lost all control.
“Kneel,” I said.
Wade fell to his knees.
“Listen, you pervert. The police are going to here about this...”
“Oh, I want everyone to hear about
it. In fact, you’re going to tell them
all about it, but first since you’re so fond of the word cocksucker, you’re
going to take a few lessons. Now, unzip my pants with your teeth.”
The rush of power had gone to my
extremities so I popped out ready for my tutoring
session.
“Now take it in your mouth,” I said.
“That’s sick. I’m not taking that into my mmmmmm.”
“Slowly, back and forth. Now lick around the tip. You sure you haven’t done this
before?”
I came with full force and pulled his head
closer to shoot down his throat. I
compelled him to lick up the last drops from the floor.
“Are you married, Wade? You must tell me only the truth.”
“Yes”
“Well, I have a feeling I’m saving your
wife from a lot of work she doesn’t want.
From
now on, your little pecker there will only
respond to another man’s touch. Your
own
hand won’t do it. You’ll just be a little eunuch in the harem
unless you can find another guy to get you hard. You can keep all those homophobic feelings. That will just make it all the more
embarrasing for when the unbearable sexual longing builds up and you are forced
to find a gay partner for relase.”
“Please don’t. I’m no fag. I don’t know
how you’re doing this, but I’m so sorry for
anything I did in the past,” Wade said.
“Well, you always called me a crybaby, but
it looks like you’re the one blubbering now. In fact, let’s open up your
sensitive side. I want you to cry more
in public now. Huge sobbing fits of tears
over sentimental long distance commercials, touchdowns, sales meetings...”
“Wade, what’s up dude?” Steve Carlson, one of the jocks, had
wandered into the
hallway.
He squinted to see if what he thought he saw was really taking place.”
“Deep Sleep, Steve,” I said. Steve had been the one to call me piggy in
high school
because of the slight weight problem I had
then. I could feel my cheeks burn red
when I thought about it.
“Steve, when you awake I want you to feel
hungry. You will always feel hungry. But
you will find that you can no longer eat
with your hands. You must shove your
face into any food you eat. You can try
to hide this for as long as possible, but the hunger will win out in
public. I want you diving into salad
bars like a trough, snorting and sniffing like a wild boar. Before bed every night, I want you to eat an
entire chocolate cake. You can exerise
all you want, but you will put on at least 300 pounds by this time next
year. I also want you to visit a
cosmetic surgeon and have your nose permanently tipped up into a pig’s
snout. If he is reluctant to do this,
you will triple his fee. Wide awake.”
“What’s going on here?” Steve said.
“Get out while you can,” said Wade.
“Why don’t the two of you get to know each
other a little better? Steve, you and
Wade will act like gay porn stars.
Strip for each other, then I want you to take Wade’s cherry.”
“I’m sorry, dude,” said Wade. Wade reached over and gave a long slow
french kiss to Steve. They were
improvising nicely. They provacatively
stripped off their clothes and Wade pumped on Steve’s cock with his hand to
bring it to life. Steve flung Wade to
his knees and thrust into him again and again.
They were writing like animals and grunting from the depths of desire
just as several other female guests made their way into the hallway. I was really looking forward to the next
reunion.
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