HEADBAND TROUBLE
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[This story is one of my set of independent short stories that begins with "Triple Trouble," and tells another of the tales of Professor Zetter's hapless (but sexually lucky) lab assistants.]
You never know what you're going to see when you walk into Professor Zetter's laboratory from day to day. One day it'll be a hyperspace experiment (and you'd better not fall into that!) and the next it'll be potted plants that are supergeniuses, and you get a unique outlook on the world. I'd been working for him since the semester began a week ago, and I thought I was prepared for whatever came along.
But today was unusual, even so. I came in to find several boxes on the lab table, filled with...get this...headbands. Now, every university has something that's a tradition, its origins lost in time. This university's tradition is headbands, done in the school colors of red and white. They came in male and female colors, men's were red with white markings and women's were white with red markings. All of these headbands were men's.
And in the midst of it all, making the mess that had spilled some of the boxes out so I could see their contents, was a monkey running about the place, with the Professor trying to catch him. He saw me and said, "Henry! Quick, help me catch Montague!"
"Montague?"
"He's a loan from the natural sciences department! Hurry up, he's got the remote!"
I saw the monkey was indeed carrying a small box in his hairy hand. With me helping the Professor, we soon had the monkey cornered and when he made a jump to try to escape, I lunged and caught the little furry bundle in my arms like an odd-shaped football. He wriggled like mad and I got some of his crap on my arm, but the Professor snatched the control away from him and that let me carry him over to his cage and put him inside it.
"Thank goodness I hadn't installed the batteries into the remote yet." the Professor nattered as he loaded the remote. It wasn't a regular remote for television or such, it had a single rotary dial on it, and a single button below that. "I'm glad you're here, help me fix up the headbands for my experiment."
I washed my arm and then got to work. The Professor was putting a small circular disc into each of the headbands. Once it was in place, nobody would notice it. I helped him do that to every headband in the place, something like two thousand of them. "We're done, Professor." I said. "Now what do we do?"
The Professor looked at his watch. "Just in time. The first football game of the season begins in another hour."
"Yeah." I said. "Can I leave work a little early?"
"Nonsense, my boy." the Professor smiled at me indulgently. "I need you to go to the game with me. We're going to hand out these headbands to every student who attends the game!" He grabbed two of the boxes, I took the other two and followed him out to his car.
"What about the girls?" I asked.
"Their headbands are already loaded in my car." the Professor dismissed it. "They're not part of my experiment anyway."
"No?" I knew better than to pry but a lab assistant can ask indirect questions and learn what's going on. Or maybe the Professor would get talkative.
"No, the prime application for this project is the military, of course." the Professor said. "And what is football but a form of ritualized combat?"
"Of course." I said amiably. "And how will these headbands help the military?"
"Not the headbands of course, but the discs. They will feed right into the brain and can be adjusted to heighten any emotion, short out any sensation. In the military, of course, they'll be used to cancel out physical pain and exhaustion, and enhance their strength and concentration that way. But this group, I have them all set for a simple increase in pleasure. And the remote will let me control it. I'll wait for a moment of disappointment in the game and hit the switch. Suddenly, every man in the crowd will jump up and shout for joy! And at a winning moment, I'll have everyone groan in bitter disappointment. A perfect experiment, no?"
"No. I mean, yes." I hastily agreed.
"Oh, I nearly forgot. Go get Montague." the Professor instructed. "We'll meet Professor Gruder at the game and turn him over then."
Handing out the headbands was a lot of fun. I had a bundle of the men's headbands in one hand and the women's in the others. As they went by, I called out, "Free headband, get your headband!" and the headbands flew out of my hands as the crowds went by, practically every student at the university was attending this first game. The Professor had ducked in and outfitted the home team with the bands when we'd arrived. As for Montague, he was still in his cage by my feet, I hadn't seen Professor Gruder yet.
I saw the headbands on the football team, they were wearing them under their helmets. I wondered what the opposing team was going to think when everyone started cheering at losing, and moaning and bitching at winning. I couldn't fault the Professor here, he needed a field test and this was going to be a dilly of one!
"Oh, Henry!" the Professor said when we got down to the last few, just a few moments before the game was to start. "Here, you put one on, too."
"Me? Why?"
"I want someone nearby so I can judge the concentration." the Professor said.
"What about Montague?" I asked.
"Didn't Gruder come by?"
"Not that I saw."
"He said he was coming!" the Professor said. "Well, keep him safe with us and we'll take him back to the laboratory after the test is done."
We went out and found seats at one end of the field. The Professor's choice, he wanted to see if distance was an appreciable factor, as he said. Me, I was kind of looking forward to this. The Professor's inventions could be dangerous as hell, but this one sounded kind of fun, in a chaotic sort of way. I always did enjoy a bit of chaos in my life, it was why I applied for the position of the Professor's lab assistant, after all. You don't sign up to help Professor Zetter if you don't like all hell to bust loose on you!
So I was watching as the Professor held the remote at the ready and was waiting for the game to heat up. I saw that he had turned the knob up to the one-third mark from zero. Going to start easy on everyone, I guess.
And then I got hit on my head! Not hard, but a blow to my head that startled and dazzled me, and then the bundle that hit me was in the Professor's lap, paused long enough to grab (it was Montague, our little escape-artist monkey) the remote from the Professor's hand and he was off through the crowds!
"Montague!" I called out. "Montague, come back here!"
"He's got the remote again!" the Professor mourned. "And now it's activated!"
"He's just curious about it, he'll drop it soon!" I guessed.
"You don't understand!" the Professor said. "I tested the device on Montague first!"
"So what?"
"So I used it at full power!" the Professor went on. "Only way to get a reaction on a non-verbal level."
"So you used it at full power."
"You don't understand!"
"So make me understand!" Understand that we were having this exchange while running at our best speed through the stands. All the men and women wearing their new free headbands, and every man's headband was loaded and linked to the remote in that monkey's hand.
"Full power has a physical side-effect. A physical expression of pleasure, in its purest form."
I got it then. "Purest pleasure? You mean...."
"I mean that it caused Montague to have an orgasm." The Professor stopped to catch his breath, Montague had climbed to the highest part of the bleachers and the distance and stair climbing was getting to him. "Several orgasms, in fact, I fell to wondering how often it would work on him. Montague...hooh!...Montague wants the remote to make him happy again! And he's seen me working it!"
"Oh, my God!" I gasped.
Montague was perched on the railing and he had the remote in his hand. We were still a good fifty feet from him. Around me were some guys who had taken the higher seats so they could drink a surreptitious beer (no alcohol was allowed on the university grounds) and all of them had their headbands on. I saw Montague twiddle with the remote and then...he must have hit the button!
What hit me next was immediate. I mean, I went from being a regular guy at a football game chasing a rogue monkey through the stands to being rock hard and then struck by orgasm as fast and immediate as a sledge-hammer to the head!
"Ah-ah-UH-GHH-GGUHH-HUH-UHHHHHH!" I moaned and stumbled over someone's foot and fell onto another guy's lap, my face landing on his crotch. The guy was writhing and moaning and his crotch was damp, because he (and I) were filling our briefs with hot male jizz!
"Ah-huh-uh-huh-uh!" the guy whose lap I was lying on moaned and thrust his basket up at my face. I could feel his hard-on pulsing in his jeans. And the soaked material actually jetted a small amount of his spunk through the material and on top of it right in front of my eyes and he writhed and the motion skidded my cheek over and that spooge got on my cheek!
My climax released me at that point and the guy I was lying on slumped down and heaved. "Oh, man, man, that was hot!"
"I know, I know!" I groaned and started to get to my feet. Looked at my momentary companion. Kyle something-or-other, I forgot his last name. Cute face, sandy short-cut hair, fair skin, slender body. I looked at him, he looked at me, both of us breathing hard, and that's when Montague hit us again!
It was like I hadn't just climaxed, because I was right back into orgasmic bliss. I fell onto Kyle and this time we matched up face to face! Another guy was to Kyle's right, Kyle's arms went around me and mine around his and the other guy grabbed us from one side in a sort of super-hug.
Explosions of ecstasy wracked my body a second time and when Kyle kissed me in the middle of it, I didn't fight it, I just kissed him back. The other guy (a blond stud I didn't know) added his face to ours and we three kind of mouthed each other through our groans and moans and ejaculation soaking our shorts again. Now all three of us were jetting through our jeans (I guess when they get wet, they get porous or maybe the material offers less resistance when it's all soaked down) and I felt again the pulsing rod in Kyle's and the other guy's baskets as they loaded their briefs with their spunk.
When it released us again, I was nowhere near ready to go anywhere all at once.
"Aw, shit!" Kyle breathed. "This is so fucking intense! What's going on?"
"The professor!" I gasped out. "Professor Zetter!"
"What the...? Not again!" Kyle moaned.
"He's played hob with our defense!" the other guy complained.
I looked out on the field. Only the opposing team was on their feet, the home team was all on the ground, slumped in the poses of eleven men who'd just creamed in their protector cups. The opposing team was just finishing a run of a goal, unopposed. Most of them, though, were looking around and wondering what the hell had happened.
The stands were in no better shape, all the men were moaning and clinging to their girlfriends, who were regarding their menfolk with reactions ranging from hilarity to utter disgust.
"The monkey!" I gasped out. "We have to catch the monkey, he's got the control!"
"The control?" Kyle groaned.
"We have to get him!" I moaned. I looked, and Montague was gone! I looked around frantically, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Where did he go?"
The Professor came up to me, he wasn't wearing a headband and was unaffected. "Henry, there you are! Help me find Montague."
"He was up there before he started playing with the control." I said to the Professor.
"Well, he's not there now."
"We have to find him before...the headbands!" I gasped. Hell, all I had to do was get the thing off and the problem would be solved! Now I think of it!
"We have to take off the headband and...." I had just tugged on the headband and it wouldn't come off. I pulled on it again. The disc was the problem, it had somehow attached itself to my cranium! "It won't come off!"
"It's a temporary effect." the Professor told us. "An hour or so is all it lasts, but then the disc burns completely out. I wouldn't have tested it on everyone if I hadn't known it couldn't be abused."
"Not abused!" I laughed a bit hysterically. "This is the worst form of self-abuse! We're all masturbating without using our hands!"
"Not at all. It's a purely electrochemical response to stimuli." the Professor lectured. "And once I find Montague, the problem will be...."
I didn't understand what the problem would be when he found Montague, because that damned monkey hit the button again. I fell down and this time I clung to both of my new friends and we again spunked our pants. Mine felt so damned soggy now. We kissed, but it was an exhausted, sloppy sort of kissing. I felt like my brain was trying to burn out. We finished a third exhausting orgasm, and I looked around. The Professor had abandoned me!
I sort of gave up. "We're doomed!" I told Kyle and the other guy. Others turned to look at me. "All we can do is hang on until these things burn out, or the control is taken away from that goddamned monkey."
Kyle reached down and began to unzip his sperm-sodden jeans. "If I'm going to keep squirting, I'm getting these things down." He proclaimed. "I'm already swimming in my own spunk!"
That didn't sound like such a bad idea, considering. I got my own pants down and just in time, because we were hit yet again. I collapsed from the climax and found myself with Kyle's dong right in my face, it was squirting feeble jets of jizz from it.
I just reached over and caught it in my mouth. Kyle moaned when I did that and I drank down the small squibs it produced. Kyle got hold of mine about the time we finished, and he cleaned my dong as he moaned in his post-climactic exhaustion. The other guy crawled in and soon we were in a triangle, lying there on the stands, waiting to be struck yet again by the malevolent monkey Montague and his remote control of endless ejaculation.
Sure enough, another series of joy raced through me and this time, it wasn't as intense and it went on and on, far longer than anything before. It was like being in the midst of sexual activity, not close to orgasm but well into the pleasure of two bodies pleasing each other.
I began to bob on Kyle's prick and the other guy began to suck on mine. It was at this point a really nice place to be. We kept it up for quite a while and I could see around me that most everyone else was doing the same. Guys were doing it with their girlfriends if he could talk her into it (not many could) but mostly, I was looking at guy-on-guy action. Some guys were busily fucking and I realized that the choice had advantages.
I let go of Kyle and said, "Hey, let's fuck now."
We ended up with the other guy on the bottom with Kyle's dick inside him and mine shoved up into Kyle. That way we had all the pleasure of a tight ass around our cock and the joy that the control was now pouring into us in an unending tide. Like I said, in the throes of sexual ecstasy but well away from climax. Most of the fun and none of the mess, because believe me, none of us had any more mess left to mess with!
That's how the Professor found me again after a while. He had Montague with him. Montague was now wearing a headband himself and he was happily playing with his dick on the Professor's shoulder. "I found him, Henry." He said.
"So where's the control?" I asked.
The Professor showed it to me. "I'm letting it run on three-quarter power until the discs burn out and let the headbands be removed. Their burnout will also keep anyone from learning their secret, the circuits fry completely."
"So how long will we have to go?"
"Another half hour ought to do it." the Professor said. "Time enough for me to return Montague to the Natural Sciences Department across campus and return. It's been a successful test in its way, after all, I don't need to see the rest of it."
And the Professor took off, ignoring the masturbating monkey on his shoulder, still whomping away happily, the epitome of monkey joy.
Me, I recommenced fucking at Kyle's ass. If I had to keep this up for another half hour, I was damned well going to enjoy it. I think everyone else had the same idea.
We lost the game, 75-12. Not a bad score when you realize that the other team had won most of those points while our own team was too busy fucking.
Professor Zetter found the military totally uninterested in technology that would let their men blow their wads upon command. That's a close-order drill I wouldn't mind watching myself!
Beyond that, the only problem I had was that word about the headbands got around. Now, everyone at my frat house wants me to borrow a batch of them and the remote control. They're making plans for one whale of a mid-term blowout party.
THE END
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