It was a warm morning near the end of Summer, on a busy college campus. A group of students stood clustered together on a sidewalk, next to a brick building. One of them, a bored looking guy with dark hair and blue eyes, was standing at the back of the group with his arms crossed. C.J. Winchester rolled his eyes and looked down at the time on his phone. The ridiculously peppy Campus Connections guide was babbling on about the building they were standing in front of, which housed the English department. Boring facts about the building's history and the long dead wealthy donor it was named for weren't exactly C.J.'s idea of a riveting tale, especially after hearing similar things about countless other buildings for the last hour.
He had arrived on campus that morning along with the rest of the incoming Freshmen and the older students who still lived in the dorms. After unpacking his stuff in the private dorm room his parents were paying a lot extra for, C.J. had thought that joining the tour for new students would be a good way to meet people and get a better sense of the campus. The blond Sophomore who was leading the tour turned out to be incredibly dull, though, and everyone on it seemed bored into a stupor. At first C.J. had decided to overlook this failing because the guide, who had cheerily told them his name was Grant, was cute in a preppy, buttoned down kind of way, and the tight khakis he was wearing showed off an incredible ass.
C.J. was ready to cut and run now, though. No matter how sweet an ass Grant had packed into those pants, he was annoying, was probably straight, and almost certainly a member of the College Republicans. The Student Union was not too much farther, at least according to the campus maps Grant had handed out to them at the beginning of the tour. C.J. slipped his phone back into his pocket and decided to jump ship when they got there.
Grant began to lead them away from the English building and toward the oh so thrilling Applied Sciences building right next to it. As they trudged along, a glint of silver caught C.J.'s eye in the bushes next to the sidewalk. He stopped and looked curiously for whatever it was. At first he couldn't see anything, but when he moved some of the branches aside with his foot he spotted a half buried ring sticking up out of the dirt. C.J. tugged it out of the ground and cleaned it up a little. There didn't appear to be anything special about it at all, it was just a silver band. It looked like there might be an inscription on the inside of it, but it was too dirty to make it out.
C.J. shrugged and put it in his pocket. He caught up with the group, which hadn't gone far, and listened to Grant's thrilling story about how the building was named for one of the first female professors on campus a billion or so years earlier. C.J. checked his map again to look for the Student Union and realized it was the building directly across the street. He turned and walked across the road and into the building, glad to be free of Grant's incessantly chipper voice.
C.J. spotted a men's room close to the door he'd come through, so he made that his first stop. After emptying his bladder and washing his hands, he thought about the ring he'd found and pulled it out of his pocket. C.J. cleaned it off under the tap until it was shining like new and then took a closer look at it. There was indeed an inscription on the inside of it, but it wasn't written in English or in Spanish, which C.J. had taken in high school, so he had no idea what it said.
Shrugging again, C.J. decided to see if the ring fit his finger and was surprised to find that it slid right on as if it had been made for him. "Well, there's no way to know who it belonged to and it was clearly there for awhile, so finders keepers, I guess," he muttered aloud to himself.
C.J. made his way towards the commons, the part of the Student Union where the food court was. It was time for lunch and no doubt there would be plenty of hot guys around to feast his eyes upon. C.J. was determined to make the most of his newfound college freedom by hooking up with all the hot guys he could.
There hadn't been a lot of options in his life up until this point. There had been one openly gay guy at his high school, a guy named Joe who was a year ahead of him. Joe wasn't exactly C.J.'s type, he was a theater geek and not one of the jocks C.J. usually jerked off to, but they'd exchange blow jobs several times during C.J.'s sophomore and junior years before Joe had graduated and gone away to college. Joe's parting gift to C.J. had been the names of a couple other guys in school who had discreetly sought the openly gay kid out for blow jobs, and C.J. had managed to hook up with each of them during his senior year.
Now, though, he was a long way from home and high school, and there had to be hundreds of other gay or bi guys on this campus. It was just a matter of finding them. C.J. walked into the commons and grinned as he saw countless examples of the sort of guys he'd been jerking to since he'd first discovered porn on the internet: jocks and frat boys. His eyes were riveted to a particularly good looking pair who were sharing a table nearby, but before he could move in closer and take a seat near them, an overly chipper voice spoke right behind him.
"There you are! I thought you might have gotten lost." C.J. turned and saw Grant standing there. He saw the rest of the members of their bored little group heading for the various food venues across the room.
"Uh.. I had to use the bathroom."
"Well, we're taking a lunch break, come join us. The library is next after this, you won't want to miss that!" Grant's grin was almost as annoying as his voice.
"Tell me the truth, do you actually enjoy these tours?" C.J. asked.
"Fuck no!" Grant looked just as stunned at his response as C.J. did. "I mean-"
"Wow, honesty. Nice!" C.J. smiled.
"I don't know why I said that, sorry. C'mon, let's get you some lunch!"
"Wait, tell me why you do these tours if you hate them."
"They pay for part of my tuition. Plus, I can scope out the Freshmen chicks, get a chance at that pussy before anyone else gets in there." Grant literally clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Wow."
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I didn't mean to say any of that," Grant said. The tour guide looked more than a little freaked out. "It's like the truth just came out and I couldn't help it."
"Maybe someone slipped you some truth serum, so you have to answer every question honestly," C.J. joked. "Let's experiment with that theory. How big is your dick?"
"Hey, what the fuck? I'm not telling you that!"
"Okay, so much for truth serum."
"Go get some food so we can wrap this tour up on time, okay?"
C.J. glanced over at the table the two hot jocks had been sitting at and saw that it was empty. "Damn it. Look, I'm done with your boring tour, okay?"
"Fine. Asshole." Grant turned to walk away.
"Hey, Grant!"
"What?" Grant swung back around.
"Suck my dick!" C.J. flipped him the bird and turned away. He headed back the way he'd come in, deciding to just go back to his dorm and have lunch in the dining center there. He was just passing them men's room he'd used earlier when he heard footsteps hurrying behind him. Turning, he saw Grant coming toward him and braced himself, balling up his fists.
Instead of punching C.J., Grant launched himself to his knees as soon as he reached him and began trying to unbutton his pants. "What the hell? I thought you were straight?" C.J. asked as Grant, unable to get the freshman's dick out quickly enough, put his mouth on the growing bulge in his pants and tried to suck it through the layers of clothing.
"I am straight," Grant groaned. "I don't know what's happening to me. I can't stop, I have to suck your dick."
C.J. was just as confused as Grant, but if this was what college life was going to be like, he never wanted to graduate. "Okay, man. You can have my dick, but not here! Someone will catch us. Follow me."
C.J. headed into the men's room, with Grant right behind him. Luckily, it was still deserted. C.J. wasn't even able to move into a stall before Grant was on his knees again, pawing with his hands and making a large wet spot on the front of C.J.'s pants with his slobbering mouth. C.J. pushed him backward and Grant let out a loud whimper.
"Wow, you really want my dick, huh?" C.J. couldn't believe this was happening. He started unbuttoning his pants and tugging down his zipper while Grant shook his head.
"No, I don't. I really don't. I'm not gay," Grant said. C.J.'s dick came into sight just at that moment and there was a definite look of disgust on Grant's face, even as he lunged forward and wrapped his lips around it. The quality of the blowjob that Grant began to provide quickly backed up his statement. For all the desperation behind it, it was awkward and full of teeth and disgusted gagging.
"Stop!" C.J. finally said after Grant's teeth had nipped the head of his dick for at least the tenth time. Grant immediately stopped what he was doing and sat back on his heels, looking sick.
"Oh, my God. I can't believe I was just sucking your dick. What the hell did you do to me?" Grant demanded.
"Me? You chased me down, remember? You said you wanted to suck my dick."
"I didn't want to. I HAD to. You told me to suck your dick back in the commons, and it was like... I couldn't not do it. I had no choice. Like when I answered your questions honestly without wanting to."
"Not all of them. You never told me how big your dick was," C.J. pointed out.
"I don't know what you did to me, you freak, but you'd better leave me alone and if you ever tell anyone about this- " Grant jumped up and got right in C.J.'s face.
"Look, it's not my fault if you're some closet case who-"
"I'm not gay!" Grant grabbed the front of C.J.'s shirt and raised his fist in the air, clearly intending to land a punch that would probably break his nose.
"Stop!" C.J. yelled. Grant instantly let go of C.J.'s shirt and dropped his fist.
"How are you doing that?!" Grant shouted. For the first time, C.J. started to think that there might really be something going on here besides a conflicted closet case having a melt down.
"You're saying that I'm controlling you somehow?" C.J. asked.
"You know you are!" Grant actually looked terrified.
C.J. began thinking back to their conversation in the commons. "When you were honest with me, it was because I told you to be. When I asked you how big your dick was, it was just a question. No command."
"What are you talking about? Look, I'm out of here. I don't want to ever see you again, freak!" Grant started for the door and C.J.'s eyes fell again to the bubble butt packed into those tight khakis.
"Stop!" Grant instantly halted.
"How big is your dick?"
"Fuck you faggot!"
"Tell me how big your dick is."
"Six inches."
What the hell was going on? Was this just an act on Grant's part? If so, he was a phenomenal actor. If it was real how could it be happening? C.J. knew he'd never had any power over anyone like this before. He raised a hand to run it through his hair, something he often did when he was worried or confused, and there was an unexpected gleam of silver on his finger. The ring! It was the only thing that was different.
"Stand on one foot," C.J. commanded. Grant instantly did so. C.J. reached down and slipped the ring off his finger. "Hop up and down."
Instead of hopping, Grant lowered his foot and started for the door again. "Stop!" Grant kept going and was just pulling the door open when C.J. put the ring back on. "Come here!"
Grant instantly turned around and walked over to C.J. He was shaking, whether from fear or anger C.J. wasn't sure. 'I wonder if I can command feelings as well as actions?' C.J. thought to himself. Only one way to find out!
"Feel relaxed and safe," he commanded. All the tension in Grant's body instantly eased and he stopped shaking.
At that moment, the door of the bathroom opened and a guy walked in. He stopped short and looked at the odd scene in front of him. C.J.'s pants and underwear were still pulled down part way and his seven and a half inch dick was still hard in spite of Grant's terrible blow job skills. C.J. looked the newcomer over. He was a nice looking guy, light brown hair, probably a junior or senior. He looked like he had a decent body under the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing.
"Woah. Get a room, fellas!" he turned to go and C.J. decided it was time to find out if this ring worked on anyone besides Grant.
"Stop!" the guy instantly halted. "Come in.' He turned around and came inside. Grant, still looking completely relaxed, nodded hello to him.
"What's your name?" C.J. asked.
"Look, I'm not into whatever this is-"
"Tell me your name," C.J. amended.
"Kirk William Crawford." Kirk looked as confused as Grant had earlier by his inability to remain quiet.
"Nice to meet you, Kirk. I'm C.J. and this is Grant." Grant gave a friendly wave.
"Kirk, tell me the truth. Are you gay or straight?"
"I'm straight."
"Be honest, you've never done anything sexual with another guy?"
"No, I haven't."
"Kirk, take off all of your clothes." The older guy immediately began to strip even though he looked completely horrified by what he was doing.
"Grant, you get naked, too." Grant complied with a smile.
"Kirk, you feel safe and relaxed. Grant, Kirk, you both feel incredibly turned on right now." C.J. watched with a smile as both of the naked men immediately began to get hard. Grant's dick was as described, six inches but fairly thick. Kirk was less lucky in that department, sporting five inches that didn't have a lot of girth to them.
C.J. stripped off the rest of his own clothes. "Kirk, sit up on the counter," C.J. pointed and Kirk quickly hoisted himself up and placed his bare ass between the two sinks. "Grant, start sucking his dick, but make sure you don't use your teeth. You love sucking Kirk's dick. Kirk, you love the way Grant's mouth feels on your cock."
C.J. watched as the two complied with his orders. They were both soon moaning as Kirk grabbed the back of Grant's head and began guiding his mouth up and down.
"Don't cum until I tell you to," C.J. ordered. "Grant, stick your ass out while you're doing that. I'm going to fuck you. You love the feeling of my dick in your ass." Grant's bubble butt, which looked even more delicious once it was released from those khakis, immediately rose higher. C.J. spit on Grant's hole and onto his own cock and lined it up with the tight, pink rosebud that was being presented to him.
Grant moaned even louder as C.J. pushed inside and he pulled off of Kirk's dick long enough to cry out "Oh, God, I love that! Fuck me!" before diving back down on it. C.J. began to pound the tight virgin ass, unable to quite believe this was all happening. Even in his wildest dreams he hadn't imagined a scene quite like this when he'd arrived on campus this morning.
The three of them made for quite a sight. When he wasn't staring at Kirk's handsome face, flushed with lust, C.J. watched himself and Grant in the mirror, enjoying the look pleasure on the blond tour guide's face as he took a cock at both ends.
After a few minutes of hard fucking, C.J. grunted out another order. "When I tell you I'm cumming, you will both shoot your loads. Grant, you will swallow every drop of Kirk's jizz. It will be the best thing you've ever tasted."
Another minute or so later, C.J. was there. "I'm cumming!" He began to shoot inside of Grant and at the same moment both Grant and Kirk cried out. C.J. watched in the mirror as Grant's throat muscles worked, swallowing down Kirk's offering.
"Tell me how that tasted, Grant," C.J. ordered as he pulled his dick out of that bubble butt.
"It was so good. It was like... I can't even... It was delicious. Like all my favorite foods rolled into one and then multiplied by a hundred!"
"Nice. Kirk, you really loved this gay experience. It was the best sex you've ever had."
"Yeah, it was!" he looked surprised by the realization.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Kirk?"
"Yeah. Shit. I just cheated on her. I've never cheated before."
"You don't feel guilty, Kirk. This experience opened your eyes. You're bisexual. You're going to go to your girlfriend when you leave here and tell her that you like men and women, and that you want an open relationship. If she breaks up with you, that's okay. You'll date men and women, and have lots of sex with both."
"Okay," Kirk agreed.
"Grant, tell me, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"Be honest, have you cheated on her before, other than today?"
"Yeah, all the time. I sleep with other chicks behind her back any chance I get."
"I see. Well, this experience opened your eyes, too. You're completely gay. You cannot bear the thought of ever going near a pussy again. You want dick. Every time you taste a guy's cum, you'll love it as much as you loved Kirk's, and every time you get fucked up the ass, you'll love it as much as you loved having my dick up your ass."
"All right," Grant agreed.
"Get dressed, guys."
"Oh, and one more thing," C.J. said as he finished putting his clothes back on. "When we walk out of this door, you'll both remember having sex with each other but you will forget that I was here. When you see me on campus, you will have no memory of meeting me before. You'll remember all of my commands, but forget me."
"Okay," they both said in unison. The three men walked out of the bathroom and C.J. headed toward the exit. Both Grant and Kirk headed in the other direction, toward the commons. C.J. paused to listen to them talking as they walked away.
"That was fantastic. I'd love to do it again sometime. I've got a tour group waiting right now, but let me give you my number," Grant said.
"Sounds good. You ever mess around with chicks? I'm hoping my girlfriend will be up for a three way. I'm going to go have a conversation with her right now, actually." Kirk replied.
"Eww, no. Sorry. Not into pussy," Grant shuddered at the thought as they turned the corner.
C.J. grinned and looked down at the ring on his finger. "College is going to be awesome!"