(A huge thanks to Leonard for an amazing rewrite that made this chapter so so so much better! Check out his stories here: https://www.asstr.org/~pza/storyauthors/Leonard.html. Fans of this story should check out Imperio in particular, it's my personal favorite. Enjoy, and shoot me an email if you enjoyed and/or if you have any suggestions!)
The first morning.
Rico, Jamal, and Dakota were hanging out in front of the school before classes started, like always. They usually talked about nothing in particular. Today, they had a lot to talk about.
These three boys were the bullies who found Ethan and Jake in the mall. Not long after that, the controller had found them, ready to show them a new game on their phones.
"So it's true, isn't it? All of it?" Dakota said, gruffly.
"Yeah, I can't cum. Tried jacking off last night to this really hot chick. She was so hot man, I got so hard, but I couldn't cum!" Jamal said.
"Well, we CAN cum, right? Like, if we say it..." Rico pointed out. If they submitted. If they accepted servitude.
"Yeah and if that works, so does the other shit! I ain't serving a fucking dude. He's a fag!" Jamal retorted.
"I don't know if we should be calling people fags if we're gonna be..." Rico said.
"Yeah, that's bullshit. No way am I going to the bathrooms to get sucked off by a fag. Fuck that. And I'm supposed to be attracted to him too? It's bullshit." Dakota said dismissively.
"We'll see, I guess," Rico said, right as the first bell rang.
The first lunch.
The clock hit twelve. The three bullies sat a table, enjoying their sandwiches when it happened. Those three sandwiches, one peanut butter, one ham, and one baloney, all hit the table at the same time. The three boys stood up and left the cafeteria, walking together to the bathrooms. Jamal was fuming. His mind couldn't process how it was possible that he had no control over his walk to the bathrooms. Dakota was in denial. He didn't believe the things his mind knew to be true, even though it was already happening: he couldn't cum, he couldn't tell anyone about his condition, and here he was, walking to the bathroom against his will. Rico, on the other hand, was a little excited. He'd had a secret crush on Luke for years now, and while the controller had to implant desires in the other boys, the controller needed only to amplify Rico's. Rico was already semi-erect in anticipation, but he was still unsure about that thing about submitting. Servitude didn't sound fun.
They reached the bathroom. One by one, they filed in, and went to their stalls.
Rico opened the door to the far one. There knelt Luke, his eyes glazed, his mouth open, his tongue extended a little ways. Rico's dick went from semi-erect to rock hard at the sight. It probably would have even before these commands, and with his own lust for the boy having been amplified by the controller...
Jamal entered the middle stall, and saw little Kyle in the same position, eyes glazed, mouth open, tongue out. Like Rico, waves of arousal flowed through the young teen's body, but unlike Rico, they were not wanted. He slammed his fist against the stall wall as he felt his dick hardening. He screamed about not being a fag, but it did nothing to stop what he felt. Soon all seven inches of his dick were hard in his boxers.
Dakota entered the near stall, and saw Ethan kneeling, knees on the dirty bathroom floor, waiting. Dakota stood in disbelief as his four-inch penis hardened in his shorts. He wanted to turn and run, but the boys had very specific instructions ingrained in their mind. Once you're erect, drop your shorts and underwear. Step forward. Put the head of your dick on his tongue. He will do the rest, and the time will start. For lunch, it's 2 minutes.
The boys obeyed. Three pairs of shorts and underwear hit the floor. Three boys stepped forward, their hands on their erect dicks to guide it in. Three dicks touched the younger boys' tongues, and the time began.
Rico was in heaven as his crush responded, taking half of Rico's dick in his mouth and starting his blowjob. Rico quickly leaned against the side wall to steady himself as the waves of pleasure from Luke's ministrations began to overwhelm his senses. He had imagined this moment many times while jacking off on his bed, and the reality of the redhead's lips wrapped around his cock made Rico moan with delight.
Jamal had a big dick. He knew it, and he was proud of it. He was thirteen and his dick was seven inches, longer than any of his friends for sure. He wondered, often, how big it might be once he was older. How he would use it, and what girls would do to experience it.
Which is why he watched with horror as the small Asian boy kneeling in front of him engulfed half of the big dick in his small mouth. He always assumed the first mouth on his cock would be some chick who liked his basketball skills. Now a boy was giving him a blowjob, and even worse, it was the nerdy Asian kid from next door... and he was enjoying it! Not just the feeling of a warm mouth bobbing up and down on his dick. Not just that little boy's tongue, lapping against his cock, rolling up and down along his cock. Not just the tight sucking that pulled and pulled and pulled on his his sensitive rod. It was even the sight of Kyle, that slender, tan-skinned boy with his glasses and curvy smooth cheeks. It was that boy, that boy taking Jamal's big black dick into his tiny mouth, like an obscene human clown car, and Jamal couldn't stop himself from liking it.
Dakota wanted to get out of here. What the hell was even going on? How could this be happening? And then Ethan's mouth wrapped itself around his cock, and the kneeling kid started to suck, and it was like heaven... a heaven ripped straight from Dakota's personal hell. The amazing feelings this boy was giving him made him want to run, but his legs wouldn't move. They had been commanded not to. He wanted to push Ethan off his cock, and his hands got close to the blond boy's bobbing head... but he was commanded not to touch him. "Uhhhhh..." he moaned in involuntary ecstasy, before he punched the stall wall, furious for the overwhelming pleasure he felt from the blond boy kneeling at his feet.
How can this be happening? thought Jamal and Dakota. We're getting sucked off by boys! And not just boys... they're total losers... and we're liking It... we're not fags!
Rico, already gay, having silently endured Jamal and Dakota's comments about fags, was just in pure ecstasy. His mouth was agape as Luke slid back and forth along his cock. A bit of drool was even going down Rico's chin, and he didn't bother to clean it up.
Before their cocks had even touched the kneeling boys' tongues, they'd been hard; that was part of their commands, to be attracted to the other kids. On contact, their barely-teenage bodies had been jolted with overwhelming pleasure and desire. Thirty seconds in, they couldn't quite stop themselves from moaning at the stimulation of the servant boys' tongues, even as two of the three wanted nothing more than to leave. Sixty seconds in, even Dakota found himself gasping and rocking back and forth in pleasure, and Rico had put his hands behind the hazy-eyed Luke's head, helping the boy to take in more of his cock. Ninety seconds in, Jamal felt his toes curl in pleasure and he had to force himself to straighten them out as if nothing was happening; Dakota found himself humping his hips forward and quickly stopped himself; Rico didn't stop himself from anything. The boys ached for release, they felt themselves needing it more than anything.
And then the two minutes finally ended.
For Rico, the end of the two minutes came too quickly, but for the other boys, it couldn't come quickly enough. One by one, each boy stopped sucking on the dick in their mouth and leaned back, letting the bullies' hard dicks slip out. Dakota and Jamal reached for their clothes as soon as they felt the commands on their minds dissipate, buttoning up their shorts over their hard dicks, still wet with the younger boys' spit. Rico stood there for a few seconds basking in the exquisite pleasure he had received. Maybe, just maybe, servitude wasn't so bad.
"Fuck," said Jamal simply, as they walked out.
The first afternoon.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school. The buses were already lined up at the front of the school, ready to take the students to their houses, but a few students weren't going on the buses. No, they weren't going there at all.
Rico, Jamal, and Dakota left their last class and instead headed to the back of the school. They looked longingly back at the buses as they were carried forward against their will through the sea of students heading the other way. Behind the school were some bushes and trees, and those would provide more than adequate cover.
Their legs stopped when they reached the area behind the bushes. There were the other three entranced boys, kneeling about six inches apart, ready to blow their respective bully. The bullies stood in front of the boys, each looking down, gazing at the boy each of them had been forced to find so unnaturally alluring. The sight of Luke, Ethan, and Kyle's open mouths, their tongues extended, waiting for the taste of the bullies' dicks...
"Fuck," said Jamal.
It reminded them of lunch, and those three teenage dicks got hard in no time. There were no stall doors between the bullies this time, and they found themselves wishing they didn't have to expose their dicks to one-another. But they had no choice, of course. Once you're erect, drop your shorts and underwear. Step forward. Put the head of your dick on his tongue. He will do the rest, and the time will start. For the afternoon, it's 4 minutes.
Three dicks were exposed to the open air, but only briefly, as they soon found their homes in the mouths in front of them. Three kneeling boys took in three hard teenage dicks. Warm saliva coated the teens' cocks.
Dakota tried to resist. He tried to think about dirt and bugs. But Ethan was entranced to give the best blowjob he could. The twelve-year-old soon took in all of Dakota's erect cock, taking it deep into his warm mouth and even down his throat, and of the three bullies, Dakota was the first to let out a real "ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Ethan's tongue wrapped itself around Dakota's cock, squeezing and stimulating the overwhelmed teenage dick. Ethan sucked, drawing the dick in further, compressing it with the pressure of vacuum in his mouth, and Dakota responded, gasping with pleasure, unable to keep it out of his brain.
Jamal tried to pretend that he got no pleasure from the little Asian boy kneeling in front of him, but the sensation was overwhelming. Kyle bobbed back and forth on the giant black dick, each time taking a little bit of it in. He looked up at Jamal with eager eyes, and Jamal felt feelings of desire creep into his brain even as he knew that they were simply implanted there. That kneeling Asian boy was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen, and that dick squeezed into his expert little mouth...
Rico only put up token resistance as his crush took all of his Hispanic rod down his throat, the delicious suction bringing him pleasure he never thought he'd feel. Luke, that beautiful, smiling redhead, that slender little boy, that budding young man... fuck fuck fuck. Rico thrust forward, desperate to put more of his dick into Luke's mouth, desperate to feel more of what the kneeling Luke was offering him.
Dakota, Jamal, and Rico, each of them felt the fire in their cocks, each of them felt themselves peak, ready to orgasm and let loose all their teenage cum. Each of them would have cum... but their brains blocked their orgasms. "Guh!" grunted Jamal, as his seven-incher twitched but failed to offload the building pressure. Instead, the erection stayed just as strong, just as tight inside Kyle's mouth, and the obedient boy kept sucking even as Jamal's body twisted, even as he felt the overwhelming need to let that fire out of his loins and he couldn't do it.
Gasps and grunts from Dakota and Rico signaled that the other boys, too, were ready to release their loads but couldn't. Instead, the pressure stayed within them, desperate to get out but locked tightly in.
"Ahhhhhh!" cried Dakota. "Come on! Fuck!"
The boys teetered on the edge of an orgasm that would never come, each boy driven beyond all measure to seek out that last bit of pleasure, that touch that might push them over the edge. They humped the bleary-eyed kneeling sexpots in front of them with all their might, reduced to little more than mindless beasts trying anything to get a release. It never came; their cocks stayed erect, full, and desperate as more and more pleasure was piled onto a place that had nowhere to let it out.
It seemed like forever before those four simple minutes ran out, and the boys sucking their dicks took their mouths off. The boys pulled up their shorts and breathed a sigh of relief, the pleasurable torture having taken a lot of energy out of them. Jamal and Dakota soon felt their wits returning to them, their determination to endure their punishment returning, barely weakened. But Rico was shaken. Another minute of the torture and he would've submitted. Maybe it's the right thing. After all, was there another way out?
The first night.
In three different houses, in three different rooms, three boys' eyes snapped open at the same time. They groaned, each glancing at a clock that told them it was 12:00 exactly. They were only wearing their underwear, but their minds told them to get dressed. Silently, each boy got dressed and left his house. They soon ran into each other on the nearly-empty streets as they walked to their destination. Jamal and Dakota trudged along, trying to drag their feet, but to no avail. Rico, however, only pretended to be like his friends. He could barely contain his excitement, and his thirteen-year-old dick was almost fully hard in anticipation.
Their feet took them to a large, well-lit mansion. The gate was closed, but they knew in their minds it would be unlocked. Rico opened it, and the others followed obediently. Their legs took them to the backyard.
There were the boys, their unseeing eyes staring straight ahead. They were flanked by tiki torches, the light illuminating their bodies as they knelt on the grass. Each bulliywalked until their feet locked into place in front of their boy, and their eyes locked on to their waiting bodies. They knew what to do. Once you're erect, drop your shorts and underwear. Step forward. Put the head of your dick on his tongue. He will do the rest, and the time will start. For night, it's 6 minutes.
Jamal and Dakota had already received six minutes of unwanted, overwhelming pleasure that day, and now they would have to endure just as long, all at once, with no release having come to them for over 24 hours. They fought their erections but to no avail as they remembered the feeling of little boys' tongues lapping against their hard cocks. Their dicks rose, and then they placed them right on those waiting tongues.
"This is fucked up, maaaaan..." said Jamal, has epithets dissolving into moans. The entranced boys at Jamal and Dakota's feet soon deepthroated both of them, developing teenage cocks disappearing into Kyle and Ethan's mouths. The kneeling boys licked, and sucked, and swallowed those cocks deep, and the standing boys responded. Jamal and Dakota felt their breathing intensify as their bodies responded. They felt the fire in their long-stimulated cocks, the readiness for an orgasm. They could feel how powerful that orgasm would be, it would wrack their whole young bodies. They needed it more than anything, almost more than breathing, it was a push of desire stronger than anything they'd ever felt. But to get that orgasm, they'd have to submit, and they weren't ready for that. The thought of serving the controller struck enough fear in their hearts to resist the desire of their aroused minds.
Rico, however, had been aroused all day thinking about the previous two blowjobs he'd received, and feeling Luke's mouth on his cock once again turned the bully into a moaning mess in no time. It seemed like every protest his brain managed to form was countered by the kneeling redheaded boy. He didn't want to serve a master, he told himself. But then he felt Luke's warm, wet tongue curl around his cock and he gasped in pleasure. He didn't want to lose his friends. But then Luke bobbed back and forth on the dick, the cute boy's eyes looking up at Rico, and Rico thought that if he could spend that time with Luke, it would be just fine. Becoming a servant... that was a crazy big decision, you don't make it like this! But then Luke deep-throated him, taking it all the way down, Rico's cock squeezed in that tight little throat as it was massaged and pleasured, and he thought he'd do anything for this, for more of this.
Rico's horny, teenage body swung back and forth with need and pleasure. He moaned in sheer bliss. He knew he should hold out longer, but even the feel of Luke's breathing against his slick wet cock nearly set him over the edge. He was scared, scared of his arousal winning, but then Luke leaned back so only the head was in his mouth, his tongue swirling and his mouth providing delicious suction, and Rico knew no more fear. He should hold out... he should hold out... Luke licked along the length of that cock... he should hold out... Luke sucked it in... he should hold out... Luke reached up to massage his balls...
He needed this. He needed it, he needed the release, he needed to let it out, he needed this boy to drink his cum now, now, now!
The arousal had won completely. The Hispanic boy had nothing else to him. Rico's hands balled into fists and he threw his head back, screaming the trigger phrase to the heaves.
"I WANT TO CUM!" Rico yelled, and he felt the block on his orgasm dissolve. He was so close, and now he could feel that it would happen, the burning in the tip of his cock. The suction of Luke's mouth quickly brought him to the edge, and with another moan he thrusts his hips forward, his entire cock entering Luke's mouth, right into the kneeling gay boy. Spurt after spurt left Rico's cock and went down Luke's throat, pulsing into that waiting, entranced mouth, oozing down into the other kid. With each spurt, Rico felt his thoughts morph, and there was nothing he could do about it. He'd accepted it. He'd welcomed it, in exchange for this moment. Teenage jizz shot out into Luke's belly, and Rico felt his opinions about the tutor change. Rico's cock throbbed again and again, the most powerful orgasm of his young life, and with each throb his free will slipped away and his desire to serve increased. By the time it was done, all of Rico's other thoughts remained in his head, but one was more powerful than all the others, one dominated every other thought in his young mind. His desire to serve. It was the most important thing the thirteen-year-old could think about.
When the orgasm was completely done, Rico took his dick out of Luke's mouth. He stood there for just a moment, and then, wordlessly, he knelt there on the grass at midnight. He knelt where he had once been standing, knelt facing Luke, facing his crush. He felt a twitching in his cock as he looked right at the boy who had just brought him to orgasm. It didn't matter. His transformation into a loyal slave was complete.
Jamal and Dakota watched in horror as Rico broke, turning into the tutor's plaything before their eyes. But still the sounds of his orgasm, and orgasm they still denied themselves, made it even harder to resist. They could hear his pleasure, and they knew how easy it would be to experience that same pleasure themselves. But they doubled down on the protests in their minds, letting their qualms over being slaves fight the horniness, and finally it was over, the six minutes were done, the remaining two boys leaned back, and their wet dicks slipped out of their mouths.
"C'mon Rico, let's leave." Dakota said, pulling up his pants.
Rico didn't look up. He knelt, staring straight ahead. "No," he finally replied. "Master wants me to stay." His voice sounded strangely empty.
Dakota tried to grab Rico and drag him away, but with their pants up, both bullies felt their legs move on their own and his hands slipped right off his kneeling friend's shoulder. "Rico, c'mon! C'mon! Go!" they called. It did nothing.
Looking back over their heads, they saw the tutor come out to the backyard. Rico rushed over to the man, bowing his head, kneeling down. They just made out the tutor's smile, and then they were out of the back yard.
The second morning.
The bullies were out in front of the school again, but like yesterday, their conversation was anything but normal.
"Rico, are you okay man?" Jamal asked.
"Yes, I'm simply amazing!" Rico replied smiling broadly.
"Ugh, what did that fucking fag do to you?" Dakota butted in.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MASTER LIKE THAT!" Rico yelled, "Master showed me how powerful He is, how amazing He is, how sexy He is. If you would submit like I did, you would understand." Rico finished, unconsciously rubbing the tented fabric of his shorts, his dick hard at the thoughts of the tutor.
"Ugh, did he turn YOU into a fag?" Jamal asked.
"Oh, I was already gay," Rico said, ignoring the shocked faces of his friends, "but Master really opened my eyes, and gave me so much pleasure, it's impossible not to want to serve Him!" Rico said. Jamal and Dakota looked disgusted at the display in front of him, the straight jock they thought they knew hard at the thought of a guy.
"Well, at least you don't have to do that shit anymore" Dakota said.
"Master said that for the next day, I could still enjoy Luke, and even cum! He truly is the best." Rico said as the bell rang. The boys filed inside, two of them dreading the long and stressful torture ahead.
The fourth night.
Dakota and Jamal found themselves at the familiar backyard again. The tiki torches illuminating the bodies of the boys that waited dutifully to suck their respective bully's cock. Jamal was nearly beside himself. He was so horny it was getting difficult to think straight. Was this turning him gay? Would he be like Rico? He knew he wasn't a fag. But he tried before bed go jerk off again, and like before he couldn't cum. That wasn't even the worst thing, though. Instead of the usual hot chicks he thinks about it was Kyle. He was furious with himself, the boy that had been sucking him off for the last few days was the only think that his mind could picture when his dick got hard. Right now, his large cock was rock hard in anticipation of his next blowjob, and he was trying to think of any girl he could, but he always came back to that little Asian boy sucking his big cock. Jamal was trying any excuse he could think of to explain why he was unable to stop thinking about Kyle, but none of them worked. Well, at least not for very long. He told himself that it was because he was getting blown so often, but that just made him hard and then he couldn't think stop thinking about that little mouth. He told himself he was just a horny boy, but then why was Kyle's face the only one that made him this hard?
His legs stopped. His eyes looked down. There was Kyle, kneeling inches from his seven inch dick. His eyes staring straight ahead, his warm, wet, wonderful mouth open and ready. Jamal's dick throbbed. Fuck. It had been hard the second day, when Rico was still there, orgasming freely next to him, taunting him. The third day had been filled with intrusive thoughts and unwanted erections. This day, however, made the others look easy. His dick had been hard nearly all the time, and the two blowjobs had eroded his already-weak resistance. He wasn't sure if he could handle another one. But he had no choice.
After four days of conditioning, Jamal felt as though he would follow the commands even if they didn't appear in his mind every time. But of course, they were always there.
Once you're erect, drop your shorts and underwear.
Jamal's shaking hands found its way to the red shorts, his mind screaming at arms fruitlessly to stay by their sides. He pushed down, and his shorts and underweared puddled at his feet, his hard, seven inch dick slapping his stomach, being exposed to the open air.
Step forward.
Jamal grabbed his thighs as the command entered his brain. He put all his strength in stopping himself, but his legs ignored him. His feet shuffled forward, first his right, then his left.
Put the head of your dick on his tongue.
His right hand reached for his dick, ready to guide it into the Asian's mouth. he couldn't control it, but he could control his left. Quickly, he grabbed his wrist and pulled. His arm wouldn't budge, and dutifully followed the orders implanted into his brain. He felt the task complete, the wetness of the Asian's tongue feeling amazing on his dickhead.
He will do the rest, and the time will start. For night, it's 6 minutes.
Jamal felt Kyle, the boy who he had been fantasizing about, engulf his dick in his tiny mouth, and he instantly let out a loud moan. His eyes rolled back in his head, and pleasure controlled his brain for a few dangerous seconds, making him desire release over all else, and release could be achieved by saying four little words...
No. He took back control, but he was rattled by how close he was to giving in. He had six minutes to go. In the back of his mind, he knew he'd never make it, but he was determined to try his hardest. He wasn't a fag.
But the boy's mouth felt so good. If he just let himself feel the pleasure...
No. He was never going to serve a fag. He loved chicks. When he saw a hot chick, his dick got hard, it always did.
But Kyle's sexy body was right in front of him, making his dick throb. His vacant expression turned him on so much as he didn't know what he was doing, how much exquisite pleasure he was giving the black boy. If only he could feel it.....
"NO!" Jamal shouted, his mind violently reasserting control and trying to push away the pleasure he felt. It repeated it's mantra. He wasn't a fag. He liked chicks. He wasn't a fag. He liked....
Kyle was so hot. All he had to was accept it....
"No!" Jamal shouted again, but a little quieter. His mind started the mantra again, troubled by the intrusive thought. He wasn't a fag. He liked...
His black dick was going in and out of the Asian's mouth. The waves of pleasure felt soooooo good. Rico was really happy when he submitted. All he need to do...
"No." Jamal said, more of a statement, one without much conviction. He wasn't a....He liked... He....
He felt the small Asian at his feet deepthroat him again. The sexy Asian. The one he had fantasized about for days. Sucking his cock. Giving him pleasure. Pleasure. Waves of pleasure. Waves and waves of pleasure. Why resist? Why resist something that feels so good? He didn't need to resist, he could...
"No..." Jamal whispered, but his mind had no strength to even start his mantra anymore.
This amazing boy was giving him a wonderful blowjob, deepthroating his big dick again and again. Making him so horny he had to give in. Had to give in. Give in. Give in. Give...
"OHHHHHHHHHH....."Jamal screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure of the blowjobs finally won, his hands balling into fists, every muscle tense, "I WANT TO CUM!"
He felt himself finally able to cum, and immediately thrust his dick as far as he could into Kyle's mouth, his orgasm coming immediately as he poured four days' worth of cum into the Asian's mouth and down his throat. In the back of his mind, he felt his thoughts change, but the pleasure of his orgasm was all consuming. By the time the pleasure released the hold it had on his brain a minute later, the change had been made. Jamal was a slave.
Ethan's mouth closed in on his cock. Was it Ethan? Of course it was Ethan. It was always Ethan. A part of his mind noted how hot Ethan looked, how hot he always looked, what a sexy boy he was.
It only took a moment for Dakota to be on the edge. Always on the edge. If not for his command, he would've cum as soon as his dick touched down on Ethan's soft little tongue. But he didn't cum. He just sat there, shaking, shivering with pleasure, overcome with it, barely thinking for all the feeling that was rushing through his little teenage body.
He'd been on the edge for days now. His cock was almost never soft. He was always thinking about Ethan. Dreaming of him at night. Doodling his body in math class. Waiting to see him again, at lunch, after school, at midnight. Again, again, again.
It was all he thought about. All he could think about.
Some girls had seen him masturbating in history class. Just touching himself, just a little bit, through his pants. He couldn't help himself. He denied it to the teacher, he could think enough for that, and got off with a warning. The next time, he hid it with a book.
He wasn't a fag. He wasn't really anything, anymore, except someone who desired Ethan. Who needed Ethan. Needed that little boy, needed that soft tongue, that warm mouth, those lips wrapped around his cock. Needed it all the time. It was what he lived for now.
Six more minutes. Six more minutes he had to enjoy. To resist. He just had to not say the words. Just had to take the pleasure and hold it in. To not demand the release.
He could do that.
His dick touched Ethan's tongue. His body shook with pleasure.
Ethan took him into his mouth. There was a slurping sound as the kneeling boy took in the standing boy's cock.
Dakota shivered. Warmth spread through him, through his toes, his fingers, damn, probably even his hair. He moaned, feeling every bit of that overwhelming pleasure sweep through him. He humped his hips, shoving his cock into Ethan's mouth.
Just don't say the words. Just don't say them. That's all.
Ethan slurped up the cock, licking along the shaft. Dakota's knees almost buckled with the feeling, but he held himself up. Just don't say the words.
Ethan started to suck, tugging on the cock, squeezing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It was the most divine feeling, Dakota's favorite part. He moaned and cried out, an incoherent moan, one born of pure, overwhelming need. It was all right to moan. All right to enjoy. Just don't say the words.
Ethan's tongue wrapped itself around Dakota's cock, winding along it, focusing on that sensitive tip as the boy pulled out to give pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Dakota, like an animal, felt himself tense up, all reaction, no thought. Then Ethan leaned forward and easily swallowed down the cock, all the way down, as he had dozens of times before. Dakota closed his eyes as he felt the all-encompassing warmth. Just don't say the words.
Every muscle in Dakota's body turned to mush. His knees shook, he bent over, practically holding himself up on Ethan's head, and he felt himself sway back and forth as he nearly lost his balance. There was noting but the pleasure, warming him up. The pleasure with the overwhelming desire to release, to let it out. It hurt, it hurt so much, a week of edging, his cock was on fire, he needed to let it out. But he couldn't. He couldn't say the words. He wouldn't say the words.
How much longer? He wanted it done, and he didn't want it done. When it was over, he'd go back to having his hard cock in his pants, go back to waiting desperately for the next time, the next time he could feel this pleasure. But at least then he wouldn't feel quite so much like he was bursting, quite so much like his cock was going to break for holding in so much sperm. How much longer? It couldn't be much longer.
Ethan bobbed his head, licking along the length of Dakota's shaft. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." moaned the ensorceled young teenager, his whole existence focused on this one moment of sex, of nothing but pure, passionate, incredible sex.
"Mooooooooorrrrreeee," he cried out. That word was okay. Ethan obeyed, or maybe he just did it because he was going to do it anyway, young lips running back and forth along the eager, extended cock.
"Mooooooooorrrrrrrrreeeee!" It was a safe word. A word he could use. But it didn't work. The six minutes were up. Ethan suddenly abandoned his cock, abandoned the cock that wanted him on it so much, so desperately. It danged out there in the cold air, Ethan's spit drying on it.
He wanted to stay. He wanted Ethan to suck more. He needed Ethan to suck more. He wanted to take the boy and make him do it. But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. The command came, and he raised up his pants.
And then something different happened.
"Return," came the voice, accompanied by a sudden clap of hands. All other commands forgotten, Dakota knelt, his mind a blank. Although he didn't know it, although he didn't process it, being blank at last was blissful after seven long days of unremitting edging.
"Dakota," said the tutor, "I don't know if I'm impressed or not, but this is definitely taking too long. I wonder what I should do with a stubborn little future-slut like you."
Silence followed the statement. After all, no command had been given. All the boys simply knelt, blank-faced, awaiting what the tutor would say next.
"Well, my little soon-to-be slave, I think it's time to see just what you can actually take. Let's all go up to the bedroom." As one, six boys stood up to follow the tutor. Led by their pied piper, they went through the entrance, up some stairs, and through some long hallways until they finally came into a huge master bedroom.
"Dakota," said the tutor, "strip down and get on the bed." The young teen might have objected, but in the hypnotic haze there was nothing to object to. Shirt, pants, underwear, and socks came off, and soon the naked thirteen-year-old was lying back on the bed.
"All right, Dakota, let's see." The naked early-teen lay back on the bed, his hard 4-incher pointing at the ceiling, still hard even in this state. After all, it had been a week; hard was what it almost always was! Now the tutor laid on some more commands. "You cannot get up until you cum. You can't touch yourself. That should do nicely."
"Ethan," said the tutor, turning to the other boy, "put this onto our future slave." He handed Ethan a bright pink cockring, and the boy obediently clambered up to the bed and crawled over to Dakota where he rolled it along the boy's erection. "Good. Now turn it on." Ethan found a small switch on the side, and the ring started to vibrate wildly.
"Dakota, wake up."
"Guuuuuuuuuh," moaned the thirteen-year-old as the new stimulation entered his system properly, his erect cock buffeted by the new sensations. His naked body twisted on the sheets, legs and arms tangling themselves up in the sheets as his smooth body turned and shook.
He hadn't planned for this. Six minutes and done was how it worked. Now his body had to cope with these new feelings, and even in his hazy state of constant arousal, he knew more was to come. Just don't say the words, he told himself.
"All right," came the tutor's calm voice into the storm of Dakota's overwhelmed mind, "let's see, what comes next. Ethan, I want you to fuck Dakota. Make it a good one, too, because you can't cum until he does, and I think he's holding out on us."
Ethan immediately moved to obey, his own hard cock leaking precum as he moved to get behind Dakota and line up behind his ass.
"Oh, and Dakota," said the tutor, as Ethan prepared to skewer his classmate, "you can make all the noise you want, but when you're loud, you have to suck one of your friend's dicks. So, y'know, up to you, I guess."
Dakota had mentally prepared for many things. Over the last week, he'd somehow managed to come to terms with being constantly sucked and unable to cum. He'd somehow managed to come to terms with being always hard, always aroused, always thinking of Ethan. And then, suddenly, the boy who'd been sucking him three times a day for the last week pushed into Dakota's asshole and started to fuck him hard.
"Gmphh!" Dakota barely managed to stifle a scream of frustration as he lost his anal virginity to the younger boy. The poor early-teen was being stimulated from both ends, pink cock ring vibrating fiercely while the other boy reamed him from the back. His body shook from the assault and he felt the tension rising within him as hormones beyond his control rushed to tell him that he had to, had to, had to cum!
But still, even has the thirteen-year-old boy was fucked, even as he dealt with still more stimulation on his cock after a week of superhuman endurance, even as the naked kid writhed there on the bed in ecstasy and agony, still he didn't say those four words.
His eyes were wide, mad with lust, mad with desire, but still he didn't say the words. He was gasping desperately, gasping with each new stimulation, but still he didn't say the words. He even tried to get up, but of course he couldn't.
His mind-controlled classmate's cock was still pushing into his virgin ass, still tearing away at his last remaining private place, and before long Ethan had bottomed out inside of him, one boy's cock fully inside the other. "Uhhhh..." he moaned, desperately trying to keep it quiet.
This wasn't what he was ready for. It should've been over by now. He should've been back home, asleep, or at least trying to sleep through his constant erection. Instead, he felt a shudder all the way through his naked body as he bumped his dick against the bed, moving the cockring to a new, less-stimulated position
And then Ethan's cock touched his prostrate.
"GUUUUUUUUUH!" he cried out, losing all control over his voice as previously unknown pleasure rolled through his body, overtaking it completely, engulfing him in a sea of desire. He would have gone on moaning if not for that command, and suddenly his mouth opened, ready to receive a cock.
It was his old friend Rico who jumped up to take the opportunity. Dakota watched as the Hispanic boy's cock eagerly approached his waiting mouth. Distantly, some part of Dakota's mind saw the wet sheen on that cock and knew it was Luke's spit. It didn't matter. The cock entered his mouth, and the horny, mind-controlled boy started to suck.
Dakota's mind was screaming at him to spit out the cock. Some distant part of his mind still said, still whispered, "I'm not a fag." But of course it did no good. Now the boy who was not a fag was being used in three ways, with Ethan buried in his ass, Rico buried in his mouth, and that pulsing cock ring mercilessly stimulating his raw penis, rock hard, throbbing underneath the assault, desperate for a release.
Just don't say the words.
It was a strange thing, mused that part of Dakota's mind that could still process such things, to be sucking a cock. His had been sucked three times a day for seven days, and he found himself trying to imitate what Ethan had done for him. He didn't want to, oh God, he didn't want to, but he'd been ordered to suck and he was going to do so the only way he knew how. If Ethan, reaming him up the back, knew that he was Dakota's teacher, he gave no sign.
Regardless, Dakota ran his tongue along his friend's cock. He sucked. He tried to take it down his throat, but he gagged on it. He never knew how hard this was! So he resorted to twirling his tongue around its tip, remembering how good that had made him feel.
Rico was moaning, and his whole body was shaking. The Latino teen had cum plenty of times, and he loved it, and he was ready for more. He started to hump in and out of Dakota's mouth, shoving that cock in further, face-fucking his friend. Even as Dakota's mind screamed to spit it out, the part of him that had been ordered to suck did its best to accommodate his gay friend's dick.
When the tutor stood up, Dakota hoped it might be over, that he was going to give up. Instead, the man leaned over and whispered something into Ethan's ear. Suddenly, Ethan started to fuck faster in and out of Dakota's ass, and at a new angle. Now each thrust rammed right into Dakota's prostrate.
The teen squirmed as new feelings of outrageous pleasure shot through his body. Each press from Ethan was like a lightning bolt. Dakota felt goosebumps spread along his body, one more involuntary reaction as his pleasure threshold was breached once again. His eyes were wide as more and more rapturous sensation flowed through his inexperienced teenage mind.
Rico was clearly getting off on his friend's pleasure, the cock still shoving in and out of Dakota's mouth. Dakota felt used and abused, but that was not important. Just don't say the words.
He felt Rico's cock lengthening, a throb going through it. That must be what it's like when it's about to cum, he thought. That must be what Ethan felt for me when I was in his mouth. At the memory of Ethan sucking him, his cock gave a jump inside that vibrating cock ring.
Sure enough, Rico grabbed the back of Dakota's head and pushed in, shoving that cock in as Dakota sputtered and tried to hold himself together, feeling used once again. It didn't matter. Rico started to cum, his cock throbbing inside Dakota's mouth and throat, cum spewing out into the teen, and Dakota drank it down. After all, drinking cum is just what happens in a blowjob as far as he had learned from Ethan. He gulped down pulse after pulse after pulse of thick gooey jizz, even as he felt overwhelming jealously for his friend who was able to cum so easily inside him.
But don't say the words!
Rico pulled out, and Dakota was back to getting used from just two ends, his cock and his ass. He nearly let out another moan before he remembered that he wasn't muffled anymore by Rico's cock, and he managed to hold it in. Barely.
The pleasure was clearly getting to him. It was so hard to keep the moans inside. His whole body was rocking back and forth. He could feel his sweat soaking into the bedsheets. He could feel it between his body and Ethan's, as the two smooth-skinned kids slid easily against each other. Ethan moved his hands along Dakota's side to get a better grip, and Dakota's whole body jolted at the unintentional massage.
Dakota's body had lost any sense. It had lost any reason. He was a creature of desire, feeling after overwhelming feeling rolling through his tender body. His fingers dug into the pillow, gripping it with all the iron strength the 105-pound boy had in him. His toes clenched and unclenched, over and over, the bedsheet dragging between them. He would even kick out involuntarily, the only release of tension allowed to his overwhelmed body.
Somehow, the iron-willed boy managed to stifle his moans, to let out what tension he could with his writhing on the bed. The tutor came up to him, laying a hand on his sweaty shoulder. "You really think you can keep resisting this, you horny little slave? Say it. Say that you want to cum."
Dakota's head was shaking with his need, his eyes wide. He managed to form the shake into a back-and-forth motion, refusing the tutor's entreaty.
"If you say so, kid," he heard the tutor say. "Let's see how much more you can take. Rico, why don't you hold Dakota's dick?"
The young teen's eyes somehow widened even more at that, at the promise of yet more stimulation. He dimly made out Rico's quiet but enthusiastic "yes, master." And then the warm hand wrapped itself around Dakota's super-sensitive cock, adding to the already overpowering feeling from the vibrating cock ring, and this time the frantic teen had no way to stifle his moan.
"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck..." he said, before the command cut it off and his mouth opened to receive the next cock. Jamal this time. Dakota eyed the long, black cock he'd be made to service this time with fear.
But the fear didn't matter. His mouth was open, and Jamal's cock slid into it. His friend the slave. His friend who worshipped the tutor. His friend who had been turned into a fag. Just don't say the words! God, how long could he hold out?
And Dakota sucked.
Of course he sucked. He'd been commanded to do so, and so he did it. Jamal's cock responded eagerly, already erect, already throbbing in his friend's mouth. It was about halfway in when Jamal let out a massive moan. That sense of pleasure ricocheted through Dakota's denied body.
"Master," said Jamal, his voice sounding almost pathetic, "may I be allowed to cum? I... I will accept your punishment. I'm so sorry. Just let me cum, I can't hold on much longer." Jamal. Jamal was begging. Fuck.
"So," said the tutor, "you accept that from now on, you can only cum when a boy helps you? If you say yes, you are free to cum."
"Yes, master!" gasped Jamal. "Yes!" With renewed eagerness, the black boy sunk the rest of his seven-incher into his unwilling friend's mouth. In and out it drew, again and again forcing the inexperienced Dakota to deepthroat the giant cock. Still Dakota endured the ass-fucking from Ethan. Still he endured the cock ring bringing him to the edge of ecstasy. And now that big black cock shoved into his throat, again and again, and Jamal moaned like a baby in the extreme pleasure he was taking from Dakota's mouth.
Dakota was disgusted by his straight friend's actions. He was disgusted by the soft moans of "oooooohhhhhh" that Jamal kept letting out. He was disgusted to see Jamal enjoying this so much, and he was disgusted to have it in HIS throat! The creature that was Dakota was still able to process all this, even as the sensations of pleasure coasted through his body, adding on and on to one-another.
It didn't take long for Jamal to let out a mighty groan. He gave one last forceful thrust, grabbing Dakota's hair as he came down the blond boy's throat. His massive dick throbbed and rocked back and forth inside Dakota's mouth as it ejected wave after wave of cum into the friend.
Pain, pleasure, and disgust kept mixing in Dakota's mind. They were the three fundamental elements that comprised the boy's existence. Jamal was still cumming; Dakota could sense Jamal's pleasure, and his own jealousy at that pleasure. He felt the pain of the throbbing cock in the back of his throat. He felt the disgust at the slow ooze down his gullet. It was three days of cum, three days that Jamal had been hard but unable to cum, and when Jamal finally removed his damp and limp cock, Dakota gasped for breath.
Still there was the rhythm of Ethan's fucking, nonstop through all this insanity, the hypnotized boy following his master's order until it was done. Still there was the constant vibration of the cock ring. Still Dakota's body shook. He wanted that release so badly. So badly. More than anything, to feel what Jamal just did, to feel what Rico did, to make it stop. He felt hopeless, hopeless except for becoming a slave, except for entering into servitude.
Just don't say the words. How much longer? How much? Six minutes seemed like a joke now, a cruel joke. He'd already swallowed two loads of cum.
"Good job, boys," Dakota vaguely heard the master say. (Was he thinking of him as the master?) "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, master," they replied gratefully. Gratefully!
Dakota turned his eyes to look at his former friends. To his astonishment, he saw Rico and Jamal's limp dicks rise just from their master's praise. Fuck! Don't say the words! Don't do it!
Again, the touch of a hand brought him to reality. It was the tutor's hand again. "That was Jamal's punishment, you know," he said. "From now on, he can only cum with the help of a boy. Your straight little friend Jamal is going to need boys whenever he wants to get off, and he's going to be awfully horny." The tutor paused, squeezing Dakota's shoulder. "Do you really want to make me mad and make your punishment worse?"
Dakota shivered. Don't say the words. Don't say the words. Don't say the words.
"Boys!" the tutor said to Rico and Jamal. "Do you want to cum again?"
"Yes, please, master!" replied Rico.
"Oh, master, yes," replied Jamal, fawningly.
"Alright, get on either side of Dakota's face and jack off, and when Dakota cums, you can, too."
"Thank you, Master!" the servile boys said, before scooting over to their assigned positions next to their helpless, overpleasured friend and taking their throbbing cocks in their hands. They were so horny, so sex-starved, that this to them was the biggest treat they could be offered, and their hands quickly started moving as Dakota looked up at them.
"Please... don't..." Dakota begged, but his friends weren't listening. Their eyes betrayed their horny lust. Their cocks were pointed right at Dakota and they were jacking frantically, ready to blow. Ready to blow right on him, yet another embarrassment for the boy.
Dakota's knee was jerking back and forth at the constant pleasure he was receiving from all sides. He looked over his shoulder and saw Ethan, face tight in concentration as he fucked, fucked, fucked. The pleasure was building faster and faster, each thrust from Ethan was striking Dakota's joy button and making jolts of blinding pleasure flow through him. Pleasure he was barely withstanding.
Dakota writhed on those soft bedsheets, covered in his sweat. The pleasure he was experiencing was beyond anything he had ever felt before. But he didn't want it! He didn't want to be gay. He didn't want this faggy stuff. He didn't, he didn't, he didn't!
Ethan rammed his prostrate again and Dakota's body jerked in involuntary pleasure. Or did he?
"You're very strong-willed, Dakota," said the tutor. "It's a pity that served you so poorly. I think it's time to bring this symphony to a close, don't you?"
Dakota curled his legs up as Ethan continued reaming him, as his cock continued its wild stimulation, as the other boys jacked above him, ready to cum on his face. He didn't respond.
"Ethan," continued the tutor, "flip that cock ring's settings up to high, would you?"
Dimly, Dakota was aware of Ethan's hand moving to his cock even as the thrusts in his ass continued unabated. It was as if it was in slow motion. He knew he couldn't handle more pleasure. This would break him. In a moment, he'd be a servant. A servant to a fag.
Please, please don't say the words!
These were his last moments of free will, such as they were. Ethan's hand flipped the switch. The vibrating got faster and more intense. His cock was so raw, so sensitive, so overwhelmed, and all of a sudden the pleasure doubled, tripled, and more. For a week he'd been sucked and edged but never came. Now he'd been fucked and used and stimulated for maybe half an hour, maybe longer, and he was a broken mess of a boy who knew only pleasure, only pleasure, only pleasure...
Dakota's whole body bucked and heaved at the all-encompassing sensations, no longer a person, no longer a boy, just a writhing hormonal mass of need and desire. What the thirteen-year-old had been was submerged by the tug and twist and pull on his cock, by the push and shove and squeeze in his ass, all his world, all his thought, all his identity just about those feelings, those needs, what was once a boy turned into a quivering heap of pure, overwhelming, irresistible desire.
Jolts of fire from his cock shot through Dakota's body. He jerked his legs straight, his whole thirteen-year-old body going rigid. Ethan calmly got out of the way and continued fucking him, a steady pulsing in the young teen's ass. Ethan was seemingly unaware, or uncaring, even as Dakota's body shook uncontrollably from the press within it.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" the abused teen shouted. So much pressure, he was all pressure, his cock was all pressure, a fire that needed to come out, it burned inside him, he couldn't hold it in, it was all he could think about. Yet somehow, in all the haze that overwhelmed his mind, he still knew what he was doing. He knew what was about to happen to him. He didn't care anymore. Over the past week, a teenage boy had become a pure animal, ruled by his desires, his mind ruled by just one thing. "I WANT TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM! I NEED TO CUM!"
All the pleasure he'd known, everything he'd felt, it was as nothing to the sensation he got now, the sensation that flew through his body as his dick erupted. He twitched as a week's worth of cum, stored up over unbearable teasing and edging, finally rocketed out of him. It splattered up onto the sheets and onto his belly and chest, slathering over him. "Oh God!" he shouted as a burst came out. "Oh God!" as the next one shot out.
With each spurt, he could feel his mind reorganizing itself. He could feel his love for his Master growing. He could feel his willpower, all that willpower, draining out of him as he became a perfect, horny, teenage slave. And he didn't care.
Ethan felt Dakota release and suddenly the classmate was shooting cum right into Dakota's ass, the ultimate violation complete. Jamal and Rico exploded, shooting ropes of their cum streaking across Dakota's face, landing in lumpy puddles. All four boys moaned and gasped as the powerful orgasms wracked their bodies.
Dakota finally finished cumming, the week of goo finally oozing out of him. For a moment, just a moment, the boy rested. Then, slowly, he got up to his knees and lowered his head. He made no effort to clean up the cum that oozed down his forehead, his cheeks, his belly; the cum that mixed with his hair; the cum along his thighs. He just knelt, mind blank, eyes empty of thought.
"Ahhhhh," said the tutor, "That was magnificent. Worthy of Beethoven. Now, welcome, Dakota! Let's talk about your punishment for resisting so long, shall we?"
"Yes, Master," he replied. His cock twitched excitedly at his Master's attention.