Fun with the Hypnotized Jocks

Taylor rose to his feet looking down at the two cum covered hot lacrosse studs tangled up on the floor, still kissing passionately.  Dylan’s size 12 feet even wrapped around Flnn’s size 11s, like they could not get enough skin-to-skin contact.

‘Holy shit that was hot.’  Thought the plotting floormate from room 402.  ‘Damn these two hunks cannot seem to get enough of each other.  Time to move on to the next task on the list.’  Thought Taylor, that little evil grin spreading across his handsome face.

“Tomorrow morning you will go to the showers right after breakfast.  You will lay on the bench in the center and plead with anyone there to spank your ass, as punishment for all the wet towel snaps.  You must be convincing.  You will remain in that position for at least an hour.  You will remember this punishment, know why it is being administered and admit your guilt.” 

“Yes master.”  ‘That kinda has a nice ring to it.’  Thought the kid with a smile on his face.

“In addition, whenever you eat at the school café, you will not use your arms or hands to eat.  You will have no knowledge of any food on your face until you are back in your dorm room.”

“I am going to snap my fingers to bring you out.  When I do you will not remember anything that happened since you both agreed to jack each other off.  You have no knowledge of my being here and that will remain, even after I snap my fingers, until I leave and have closed the door.”  ‘Snap’

Flnn felt the firm kiss and slowly opened his eyes, seeing the closed eyes of his stacked roommate still tonguing his mouth.  He roughly pushed his ripped roommate off him.  “What the fuck dude?  Why are you kissing me?”  Flnn screamed.

“Me?  What the fuck about you?  Why are you covered in cum?  What the fuck is going on?”  Shouted a confused Dylan, jumping to his feet and recoiling back against the wall.  “You’re the one who suggested we jack off together.”

“Well, it sure looks like we did.  Damn.  Fuck.  I’m getting a shower.  This room smells like a sex cave.”  Sniffed Flnn as he began to search for his shorts, Dylan still with his back pressed against the wall, like Flnn was suddenly a rabid skunk.

Taylor was laughing at the two confused studs trying to figure out what had happened.  He left the room and closed the door, unnoticed by the two teammates.  He waited in the hall near the showers, till he saw Flnn emerge from his room.  He walked toward him.

“Hey Flnn, how’s it going?”

“Fine.”  The jacked blond mumbled.

“Shit bro.  You look like you just had some wild and crazy sex.  Who’s the bitch in your room?”

Flnn’s face blushed bright red, all the way down his neck.  “Well um, it’s ah, I don’t even know her name.”  Said the recovering stud. “I gotta get in the shower.”

“Yeah, you do, cause you smell like cum.”

Flnn snapped his head and looked back at Taylor in shock. His face growing even more red.  He quickly turned back and ducked into the shower room.  Taylor stood in the hall with the shit eating grin on his face.  ‘This is going so much better than I expected.’

The two cocky studs entered the café with their usual loud entrance.  Taylor watched as Dylan carried a large bowl of oatmeal and toast with blackberry jam.  Flnn had two eggs over easy, on top of two pancakes.  The two nodded at Taylor as they sat down in the last two chairs of the round table, two tables over in the crowded room.

The teammates were carrying on in loud conversation as Flnn poured a large portion of maple syrup over the eggs and cakes, while his roommate poured milk in his bowl.  Dylan lowered his face in the bowl of oatmeal and began to lick and slurp up the sticky food, while Flnn’s face was buried in the runny yoke and sticky syrup, chomping and gulping down the messy food.

“Bro, what the fuck are you doing?”  gasped a shocked student across from Dylan.

“I’m eating my breakfast.  What does I look like I’m doing?”  Said a slightly irritated Dylan, milk dripping off his square chin and oatmeal stuck all over his scruffy face. More of the gooey cereal was stuck in his black hair hanging across his eyes, as he lowered his handsome face back into the bowl.

“Why are you guys eating like that?”

“Eating like what?  Haven’t you seen anyone eat breakfast before?”  Challenged Flnn in a pissed off voice, yellow egg yoke on his cheeks, lips and filling his chin dent, mixing with the sticky syrup dripping off his chin in long strings and running down his neck.

“Ok, Ok, sorry I brought it up.”  Said the disgusted kid as he picked up his tray and moved to another table.  He was quickly followed by the other students who were at the table, leaving the two food covered studs sitting alone.

Flnn and Dylan looked at each other.  “What the hell is wrong with these people?”

This thought recurred to them as they walked back to their dorm.  Why were kids pointing at them, asking them what they had for breakfast, laughing at them?  It got even louder as they entered the dorm and made their way up to their room.  This was not the kind of attention the two gorgeous specimens were accustomed to.

They walked into their room and looked at each other in horror.  “Dude you have food all over your face.”  The hot studs both exclaimed in unison.  “No wonder everyone was pointing at us.  Bro, get a towel.  It looks like you were attacked, with that grape jam all over your face.”  Said Flnn throwing a towel at his hot buddy. 

“Why didn’t you tell me I had food on my face in the café?  That’s what that kid was talking about.  We look like a couple of animals.”  Dylan whined. 

“Come on bro.  Let’s go get a shower and forget about this shit.”

The showers were always full this time in the morning.  The two hot studs strutted in and suddenly went to the bench in the center of the shower area and lay their muscled chests down across the bench.  Their bare asses on one side and their toned arms on the other.  They both said in a loud voice.  “We are sorry for all the wet towel snaps.  It was wrong of us and we caused all of you pain.  In order to make up for our transgression we ask that you spank us.  At least a swat for every time we snapped you.”

The guys in the shower looked around at each other.  Was this for real?  What was the trick this time?  “Please, we are serious.  If we do not suffer pain from our errors how will we learn?  We caused you pain, you must repay us, or we can never move on from our juvenile ways.”

“What the hell.  You bastards left me with welts four times now.  I’ll give it a go.”  With that the big naked stud slapped his bare hand on one ass then the other.  Leaving a large red handprint and a loud gasp from each of the bent over studs.  “Your cheeks are uneven.  I think you need my handprint on your other cheek as well.”  With that his strong hand came down even harder on the other cheek of each stud, causing the muscled globe to shake violently.  Then his big hand struck again, until he had given each whimpering stud six hard whacks, the bare asses now a bright red. 

“Thank you, sir.  We deserved that.”  Whimpered the roommates.

“That was fun.”  Said the spanker grinning.  “Who’s next?” 

“I am,” said a fat kid.  “You fuckers snapped me so many times, I don’t have a count.  I think I will swat you till my hand hurts.”  He began to spank the yelping freshman with a vengeance, raising his arm high and nailing the firm red globes time and time again.

Word spread around the floor and a line was forming.  A couple of guys showed up with ping pong paddles and really got the hot jocks screaming in pain.  Taylor got there near the end and got his swats in.  He noticed a few of the guys standing around were half hard watching the corporal punishment being administered. 

By the end of the hour the two proud studs were both sobbing.  Their asses were bright red and hurt to the touch.  They showered gingerly and made their way back to their room, vowing to never towel snap anyone again.

They got dressed for their first of three classes for the day.  Flnn pulled on his favorite light blue colored rock star T-shirt and slid painfully into a pair of rust colored chino’s.  Dylan wore his tight white colored polo and tan shorts.  They were just about to leave for class when they heard a knock on the door. 

“You remember Dan.”  Said Taylor.  “He is the guy whose shampoo and body wash you pissed in.  Stud’s ego.”  Dan and Taylor walked into room 414.

“So I can do what I want and what I tell them, they will do?” 

“Yep.”

“Get on you knees, right next to each other.”  The two hot studs dropped to their knees.

“Press your cheeks together and open your mouths.”

Taylor was wondering where this was going as Dan pulled out his limp cock.  ‘If he’s going for a blow job, he sure isn’t very hard.’  Thought the freshman.

“You fuckers made me wash in your piss and let everybody know about it, now you bastards are going to drink mine.”  With that he stepped up and started pissing in Dylan’s open mouth filling it quickly.  The big stud obediently swallowed the warm fluid down as the unending yellow stream switched over to the open mouth of his roommate, filling it quickly.  The kid went back and forth, splashing his hot yellow urine across the handsome faces, into their open mouths, up on their heads, drenching their hair, as well as soaking their shirts and pants with the pungent fluid.

‘Damn, this kid has pretty poor aim.  He also must have some kind of huge bladder, and most likely kidney disease.’  Thought a stunned Taylor, wrinkling his nose at the powerful stench.

He was finally shaking off his dick by slapping it against the faces of the hot kneeling studs.  “Now get down and lick the excess off the floor.”  Taylor watched in shock as Dylan and Flnn licked the yellow liquid off the floor, their hair sticking to the wet urine as the hot jocks cleaned the floor with their tongues.

“You will leave my mark on you, till you are done with your last class of the day.  If anyone asks you about it, you will admit that you deserved to be pissed on, as you had pissed in a guy’s shampoo and soap, and this was your payback.

The studs got strange looks as they walked stiffly across campus, their piss-wet stringy hair hanging in their faces, still dripping the pungent fluid down their handsome faces.  The strong odor surrounding them as they walked with some difficulty, as the wet material was chaffing across their blistered asses. 

When they entered the classroom, they were met by numerous wrinkled noses and classmates moving away to more distant seats.  The humiliated studs could feel the disgust in the stares directed at them, something the gorgeous pair were not accustomed to. 

One of the sophomore defensemen on their lacrosse team was in the class.  Ken was a big dude, like 6’6, 240.  He walked up.  “Hey guys, how is it….  WHOA!  What the fuck is that stench?  You guys smell like you are covered in piss.”  Said the big stud, backing away.

“A guy in our dorm pissed all over us this morning, including in our mouths.  He even made us drink his hot smelly urine.  It is our punishment for pissing in his shampoo and body wash.”  Dylan said sadly.

“Well go back to your dorm and fucking change and get a fucking shower!”  Said the teammate incredulously. 

“We can’t.  We have to wear it to show we are sorry.”  Said Flnn, his head down.

“You dudes are off the rails.  If you don’t mind, I am going to sit on the other side of the room.”

Next this weird looking guy was walking buy and stopped, then sat in the seat right next to Dylan.  He kept leaning over and breathing in deeply, like he was really enjoying the stench, to the point Dylan was getting uncomfortable.  He glanced down and noticed the tent in the guys pants.  Next the guy slid his chair over and leaned his shoulder into Dylan, placed his nose on the demoralized stud’s neck and breathed in deep.

“You touch me again, and I will break that nose.”  Said the seething stud.

The humiliated studs had to endure this kind of thing all day till their final class was over.  They raced back to their dorm, threw their clothes in the trash and spent a long time in the hot shower.  They had just got back to their room when in walked Taylor and Jax.

“Whoa guys.  A knock would be nice.”  “Stud’s ego.”

“Dude, really it’s ok.  I have heard a lot worse and besides the words were mean, but they didn’t say it in a mean way.  There really is a difference you know.”  Said Jax looking at the gorgeous bodies in front of him.

“I know, but Jax.  This whole thing has really been a growth opportunity for these two clueless studs.  Everyone has said that they have been far less obnoxious since their hypnotic training.”  Taylor said grinning.  “You can’t say they are not hot.”

“Ok, what is this show you have planned and how does it involve me?”

“Just follow the studs in the overstretched jock straps.”  Jax looked over and sure enough the two ripped studs were each wearing bright red jock straps, three sizes too small, straining to hold their junk in.  Taylor and Jax followed the two barefoot boys to the elevator and then down to the laundry area, hearing many catcalls and whistles along the way.

They walked into the large laundry area and the two studs jumped up on top of a line of washers.  The two gorgeous freshmen stood next to the defective washer, the one that always bounced and shook like crazy, the drum being wildly out of balance.  On top of it was glued an upside-down bar stool.

“I saw this barstool in my elective wood working class.  A classmate of mine was making it.  I told him of my plan and he gladly made the legs slightly in the shape of a 9” slender cock with a flared head at the bottom.  You can see the foot rail that circles the bottom, would keep anyone from going any further down than the 9” bottom leg.  He was glad to help as these pricks had bullied him too.  Notice two of the legs are sheathed with a condom.  I wouldn’t want the jocks to get a splinter.  I’m not a total psycho.”  Chuckled the conniving freshman.

Jax was laughing.  “You crazy fucker.  So what is this, how many jocks can you fit on a barstool?”

“Close.  How many times can two jocks cum, sitting on the same barstool.”  Said his grinning roommate.

“The show is about to begin.”  The invite-only guys were steadily filing in, bringing a few girlfriends who were not on the 4North list.  Taylor wanted to keep it a small group of guys who had been bullied the most by the two pricks.   No one outside of 4North was supposed to be here.  ‘I guess the four or five girls that are here, won’t make a difference.’  Thought the nervous Taylor.

The chiseled boys began to sway and move as if in an erotic dance.  Their hands high above their heads and then feeling their way down their perfect muscles.  The guys in the room were hooting and hollering.  “Yeah, swing it bitch.  Work that tight ass like you want it plowed.  Pinch your titties slut.  Pinch ‘em hard.”  Dylan and Flnn had their nipples between the finger and thumb pinching down with full force, wincing in pain, yet their hard slick cocks poking obscenely out the side of the tiny jock strap. The comments and commands kept coming. 

“Time to see how many times two jocks can cum, while seated on the same bar stool.”  Directed the freshman show organizer.

Dylan picked up a bottle of lube laying on the washer and squeezed a glob on his fingers.  Flnn bent over and Dylan applied a generous amount to his ass. To the enjoyment of the crowd, many holding up their phones recording.  Next Dylan bent over and Flnn did the same to him. “Push it in deep.”  Someone yelled from the crowd.  Flnn pushed his three fingers into the knuckles, driving a loud moan from Dylan’s red lips.

The two Greek gods got up and lowered their well lubed holes down on the slender 9” barstool legs, to an eruption of applause.  Dylan’s face contorted in pain, while Flnn seamed to be enjoying the intrusion, with his mouth agape.

“Yeah, take that wooden cock you fuckers.”  Yelled a fat kid in the front row.

“Jax, you have to do the honors.”  Taylor handed him a stack of quarters.

“What the fuck.  May as well see your plan through, you crazy fucker.”  Jax slipped the quarters into the machine and hit start.

The washer began to vibrate and jiggle and bounce around.  The stool, glued to the top, transferred those movements up the legs and into the lubed asses of the moaning studs.  The students were applauding and laughing at their tormentors with a wooden vibrator up their ass.

Both studs were again hard from the stimulations rocking their prostate.  Their cocks were pushed out of the jock straps and leaking on their hard abs.  Their arms were behind their backs, locked at the elbows to help steady them selves on the bucking barstool.  Their big bare feet gripping the unmoving machines on either side of the epileptic machine with the barstool attached and impaled up their ass.

“FUCK.  OH YEAH.”  Flnn cried as his cock fired volleys of cum up on his sculpted pecs, to the applause of the students.  A minute later Dylan erupted hitting the underside of his chin and then all over his chest.

The machine continued through the cycle, the different movements driving two more orgasms from each of the exhausted studs.  With the sound of the “ding” the studs were helped off the stool and laid down on their backs on the washer next to each other.   Their shoulders were on the higher, back part of the washer that had the controls on it, leaving their exposed ass at the front edge.  Their hands behind their knees holding their legs up, further exposing their freshly stimulated, red puffy asses to the crowd.

“You guys remember Joe.  He was the object of many torments from this gang of two.  They even pantsed him at the first party of the year, deeply humiliating the poor kid.  You’re up Joe.”

Taylor was a little nervous.  Joe was painfully shy and had avoided everyone since the pantsing incident. Yet when Taylor had told him the plan to get even, he wanted to do it with a crowd.  The little kid requested he have his time right after the washing machine / barstool event.  He couldn’t be more than 5’ tall and 95 pounds, yet he was adamant to Taylor that he wanted to do it then, but flatly refused to tell Taylor what he had in mind.

Joe walked up to the two jacked studs laying side by side.  “You pricks laughed at my dick and took my privacy from me, allowing every girl in school to see me.  Since you thought it was so funny that I had a small dick, I thought it would be funny to see how you would feel, being fucked by a big dick.”

‘Where was this kid going with this?  Where was he getting a big dick?’  Wondered Taylor.

Joe picked up the lube and began to spread it all over his hands and arms.  He walked up and stood between the two studs.  He stuck a finger in each of their asses.  He began to move it in and out and around in circles.  Then he added a second. 

The freshly fucked sensitive asses of the two jacked studs were reacting to the surprisingly talented anal penetration of the small boy.  Moans began to slip from their lips as their cocks began to plump up.

Soon Joe had a third finger in, then a fourth.  Next, he shoved his small hand in to the wrist, causing the studs to yelp in pain.

‘Holy shit, this twisted little fucker was going to fist the two lacrosse jocks.’  Taylor had underestimated little Joe.

Joe had a fist in each stud and was rotating it around in the well stretched pussies.  He was taking his time letting the fully stretched muscle adjust to the huge invader.  Then the little fucker leaned in, like he was pushing a truck down the street.  His arms were disappearing into the asses of the two obnoxious pricks.  He would lean his shoulder into one than into the other, working hard till he had his arms buried in the stud’s pussies, up to his elbows.  You could hear the ‘Oh shits’ and ‘Holy fucks’ coming from the small crowd.

The two jocks were gripping the edge of the washer, they felt so full, like they were about to explode.  Not noticed by many, but Dylan moved his hand over and laid it on top of Flnn’s. Taylor saw the gentle gesture.  ‘What could be going through the hot stud’s mind?  He was supposed to be under hypnosis.’  Wondered the freshman.

The kid started working his slick fist and arms in and out of the hot holes, going into his elbows and then back out.  His head was slamming forward as he pushed in and pulled out, his hair flying forward and back, like he was some drummer in an 80’s hair band.

Then the perverted little fuck started moving his small arms like he was punching a punching bag.  Thrust in one arm, as the other pulls out, then thrust in the other arm, while the first pulls out.  Back and forth and back and forth.  You could see the pussy lips pullout with the retracting arm, then fold back in with the quick thrust back into the hot hole up to the kids elbow.  He was sliding in and out in rapid succession, as the two studs were moaning loudly, their cocks hard and leaking again.

Joe’s knuckles were punching the stud’s prostate each time he punched into their pussies, driving them close again.  It wasn’t long and the kid punched out another orgasm from the totally exhausted teammates.  They screamed out as their overworked and depleted balls delivered a small stream of cum that pooled in their navels.

As the students filed out there was this mixed murmuring.  One side was that it was great that the kid and others got their revenge.  The other side was that the studs loved it too, cumming four times each.  One thing for sure, no one was going to mess with that little shit Joe again.

Taylor and Jax helped Dylan down, while Dan and his roommate helped Flnn.  They got the studs up to their room.  Taylor stayed behind when the others left room 414.  He looked at the two roommates holding each other.  They looked nothing like the assholes that had wreaked havoc on the entire floor.  Maybe he should just stop here.  Not finish the last item on the list he had made.

‘No.  He had put a lot of thought into that list.  The last part dealt with their lacrosse team.  That part of their inflated ego had not yet been addressed.  Time to plant a new directive.’  That little evil grin again spreading across Taylor’s studly face.