I sat in my office stunned as Jeremy pulled two more protein shakes out of the fridge.
“You want strawberry or chocolate?” he asked.
I just sat and stared.
“Chocolate for me then,” he said handing me mine, “Drink up, you’re in shock.”
I took a sip of it mindlessly, not believing what just happened.
“You ok now, or you need another minute?”
I looked up at him, “A minute?” I demanded, “A minute? I need a fucking time machine! What the fuck just happened?”
He sat down, “Welcome to Eden.”
I threw the shake across the room, “This isn’t funny! I’m going to lose my god damned job!”
He chuckled, “For what? Licking a door?”
I stood up, “A student saw me! What the hell is wrong with you?”
He just took a sip, “I’m just waiting for you to calm down.”
“Why would I do that?”
He looked at me, “Because this is why you were hired Pete, the exact reason in fact.”
“What?”
“Calm down and I’ll explain.”
“What if I don’t want to calm...”
“SIT. DOWN!” he snapped and instantly sat.
“No one told you about Eden, did they?” I shook my head. “Well, I guess that falls to me, let me ask you something first, who is a good boy?”
“I am,” I answered instantly and then froze, where did that come from?
He nodded, “Good, so that’s in place. Eden has always been a place where the insanely attractive are taught and trained on how to use their gifts for the betterment of others.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked, not understanding a thing he was saying.
“Look, you ever meet someone who is just too fucking pretty for their own good but they’re clueless about it? They wander around causing people to break their necks as they look back at them and can’t figure out why people are always obsessed with them?”
“Yeah, my roommate in college was like that,” I admitted, “Total stud but had no idea how to talk to girls.”
He nodded, “Right, and do you remember thinking that his looks were wasted on him?” Another nod. “Well, that is what Eden is for, it recruits the best-looking people from all over the world and teaches them how to use their gifts and discover their best selves.”
“What the hell does that have to do with what I just did?”
“You think Sammy is hot?”
I paused, “What does that have anything…”
“Answer the question, is Sammy hotter than you? Than me?”
I nodded, “Yeah, but I ain’t gay…”
He shook his head, “I didn’t ask that, so he is obviously our better when it comes to looks, right?”
I slowly nodded, not liking what I was admitting.
“And when you were in high school, you were the best-looking guy on your team right?”
“I don’t…”
“Don’t lie, you were the hottest guy there, right?”
I nodded.
“And you knew it.”
Another nod.
“And didn’t you feel like the people who weren’t as good-looking as you were lesser?”
Another nod, slowly, realizing how shitty that sounded.
“Well, then by that logic, we are lesser than Sammy right?”
Sighing, I nodded.
“Well then, shouldn’t we be serving him?”
I almost said yes when I caught myself, “What? No!”
“Are you sure? I mean when you were the best-looking person, you wanted people to serve you and you felt it was deserved. So why wouldn’t we serve him?”
“I-I’m…” I stammered, my thoughts fuzzy.
“Look, Pete, if you were the stud you’ve been playing at your whole life then this would have never taken hold,” he said standing up, “But look at you, timid, unsure, looking for guidance. “He walked up to me and slowly undid his belt, “You were never shown your best self…your true self.”
He pulled his slacks down, his soft cock dangling in front of me.
“You spent your whole life trying to look as good as you could, trying to make others look at you. Did everything you could to show off to your fellow teammates, exposing yourself, wearing next to nothing, trying to show them how hot you were…in the hopes they would see you…and tell you what they wanted.”
“No…” I said faintly, memories of years of locker room bullshit flooding my mind. Ball slaps, horseplay, wrestling in the shower, a thousand little things that I knew bugged people but that I did constantly…
“Look at me,” he snapped, and my eyes looked up to his face, “It’s ok, you’re a good boy.”
Relief flooded my mind as I smiled.
“It’s ok to submit Pete, you want to.”
I bit back a small moan at the word submit and I looked at his cock hungrily.
“It’s not gay,” he said as he placed his hand on my head, “It’s just serving your betters…”
He pulled my head closer to him and my eyes closed as I took his hardening cock into my mouth. Part of me wanted to gag at what I was doing but I didn’t stop, shoving his entire length into my mouth and finally gagging on it. His hands pulled me down as he thrust forward, making me choke as his head penetrated my throat.
My head swam as I tried to come to terms with what I was doing, I was fucking straight! I had tagged more cunt than any four guys I knew and here I was struggling to deep throat a guy I barely knew…
“You have a rep,” he said, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, “Cocky, arrogant, showoff, all these things make people believe you’re just an alpha jock. Walking around showing off your big dick to intimidate others…but here we know better.”
I had done that, I loved walking around the locker room naked, towel around my neck, daring for guys to look at how much bigger my cock was compared to theirs…but that was me lording it over guys, proving I was in charge…
“You were presenting,” he said with a savage thrust, “Practically going locker to locker begging someone to throw you down on a bench and fuck you.”
His words burned as I gagged, images of the guys holding me down, mounting me there in the locker room…their cocks slamming into me…my head thrown back as I begged for more…
“Oh, that struck a nerve,” he chuckled and I realized I had begun to swirl my tongue around his cock as I imagined being used, “See Pete…you think you’re one thing…but we know you’re another.”
I moaned around his shaft as I tried to deny it but knew deep down, he was on to something. I had always been a sloppy drunk, hanging off my guys, leaning into them, jokingly trying to kiss them…but what if it wasn’t a joke? I fucked girls sure, but I always made sure everyone knew I was doing it, they were fewer people and more trophies…and once someone saw I had bagged them I moved on.
Who was I doing that for?
“You belong here Pete,” he said, speeding up his pumps, “Here at Eden, on your knees…this is where you truly want to be…”
Another moan as I tried to fight it…
“Still don’t believe it? Then why are you stroking that big dick down there?”
I froze as I realized I had been stroking myself as I blew him! My cock was fucking ready to blow all from sucking a guy’s cock? What the fuck!
“Cum, with me Pete…I wanna see you shoot as I empty my balls down your throat.”
I wanted to fight it, but I was so fucking turned on…my hand sped up as his cock stabbed in and out of my mouth, using me like I had used so many girls before. My balls began to tingle as I tasted his precum flood my mouth…he was going to nut!
I felt my body shudder as I realized that fact pushed me over the edge…
My cum spilled out over my hand as I felt his balls unload down my throat, his grunt and mutter of, “Take my fucking cum…” just made it even hotter and I was shocked to feel myself greedily try to drink every drop of his spooge…
“Fuck yeah…serve your betters Pete…learn your god damn place…”
His words made me dizzy and as I swallowed the last of his load, I felt my eyes roll back as I collapsed on the ground. My last memory was him looking down at me chuckling, “So concludes the lesson.”
Time passed but it was a dream.
I felt myself flying as someone said they would get me home. There were the gentle rumblings of a car as I dreamed of the players fucking me in the back seat over and over again, my legs spread as I begged for more…I heard someone laugh, “Man you’re all worked up aren’t you?” Flying again and then falling into something soft…
And then nothing…save one voice.
“Submit.”
“Submit.”
“Submit.”
“You asleep coach?” Sammy’s voice whispered in my ear.
I was naked in my dorm room back at A&M, face down on my mattress while Sammy moved over my prone body. I could feel his hard body press mine down as his cock slid through my ass crack, making me arch my back and moan.
“Shhh…you want to wake your roommate?” he said.
I opened my eyes and looked over and saw Kyle, my freshman roommate sleeping in the bed across from us. I closed my mouth as I felt Sammy slide that massive cock through my crack, all the while whispering in my ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you coach, gonna fuck you right here in your bed. You want my cock? Do you coach?”
I nodded as I whimpered, pushing my ass back against him as he chuckled.
“Yeah, push back, show me your jock cunt…”
I moaned into my pillow as I complied, wanting this kid to breed me…needing him to claim me as his…
I felt his head touch my hole and I gasped…he was going to do it! I was about to get fucked.
“Take it,” Kyle said from his bed, “Take that cock.”
He wasn’t alone, half of the team was watching, stroking their cocks as Sammy pushed into me…
“FUCK!” I cried, walking up instantly.
“It is time to wake up,” the room computer informed me.
I was still in my school uniform on top of my covers. I had slept all night…shit. I slowly got up and realized I had came in my pants while I slept. Shit, a wet dream? Come on man!
I threw my clothes off and jumped into the shower, washing the dried cum off of me while I tried to ready myself for the day. I was going to have to face Sammy and I had no idea what I was going to say to him. He saw me…I shuddered, not going to remember what he had seen…
I had some breakfast and waited for the driver to pick me up. I texted Jeremy and told him I was going to work and that I wasn’t going to be here to work out. He texted me, “Cool, next time.”
He had made me suck his cock, there would never be a next time.
The drive in slow and I found myself drifting off again in the back seat. When he woke me I was hard and close to cumming again…images of faceless men faded away as I got out of the car and headed into the school.
The place was mostly empty this early which is what I wanted, I needed time to think, and regroup. My life had been insane since I took this job, I needed to take it back, get control again. I took out one of the shakers, the fridge was filled again which means they made sure it was always stocked. I sat at my desk and sipped, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
“What’s up, coach?”
I looked over and saw Sammy standing in the doorway, looking more like a male model than a student.
“Parker,” I nearly shouted, standing up too fast and hitting my knees on the desk. “Shit!” I said, falling back onto my chair.
Sammy chuckled and walked in, “You ok?”
I nodded and sighed, “Just my pride,” I took a sip of my drink, and he shook his head.
“You shouldn’t drink that,” he said sitting down.
I paused, “Why?”
“It’s laced with synthetic mescaline, makes the subject super suggestive to outside commands. You live at their condo right?” I nodded. “Yeah, I bet the food they give you has the same thing, they use it to make straight people bend.”
I looked at the shaker like it was a snake, “Why?”
“Why did I tell you or why do they do it?”
“Both?”
He smiled, “They do it to help facilitate guys who are dead set in their way of life like you.”
“What do you mean like me?”
He leaned back in his seat, “Oh come on coach! You know a lot of guys that lick cum off a shower door?”
“I-it was the drink! Like you said.”
He shook his head, “I said it makes you suggestible, not completely rewrites you.” I looked at him unconvinced, “Look man, I’ll let you in on a secret. No one and nothing can make you do what you truly do not want to do. Nothing. You may not want to admit it or even acknowledge it, but if you do something, part of you wanted it.”
I didn’t want to believe him but on some level…
“Then why did you tell me?”
He sat up, “Because when I have you, I don’t want it because of some bullshit drugs, I want you to want it as well.”
He was so brazen, so fucking cocky…shit was I turned on?
“I mean I got you your job, why would I want to cheat now?”
“You…got me this job?”
He nodded and smiled, “Guilty.”
“How? How did you…”
“You know John Parker, the linebacker at your old school?”
John Parker, yeah big guy, total stud, he was to football what I was to baseball. Everyone at A&M knew John Parker, I nodded.
“That’s my older brother, and when he saw you play, and he told me all about you.”
“Why?”
“Cause he knew you were my type.”
What the…how was this kid so fucking sure of himself?
“So, I’m supposed to believe a high school kid got me a job?” He nodded. “And how did you do that?”
“When I got Coach Rogers to quit, I told them who I wanted to replace them, that’s how.”
“And they just did what you said?” Another nod. “Why?”
He stood up, “Let me show you,” he gestured to the door, “Come on.”
I got up and followed him out into the hall, “Where are you taking me?”
He winked at me, “Don’t worry, not far.”
There were a few staff here now, as we passed Sammy smiled and waved and each one waved back, he was obviously well-liked.
“Why do I get the feeling you run this place?”
He laughed, “No, I just get the philosophy better than most.”
“The Eden philosophy? You mean the gifted rule?”
He gave me a look, “That isn’t even close…” he thought about it for a second, “Never mind, we’re here.”
We stood at a wall full of photos of former classes, under each class were three smaller photos of the valedictorian, class president, and something called the Top student. I’d seen this before but ignored it as I passed by. Why would he want me to see this?
“Ok,” I said, “What’s here I’m supposed to see?”
“It’s not what’s here,” he pointed to a class, “It’s what’s not here.”
I leaned in and looked…the class he pointed to was missing a photo, the one for the top student, it was gone. I looked at Sammy, “Who was there?”
“He was one of the best students that went here,” Sammy explained, “He was a master at manipulation and persuasion, while he was here, he turned so many guys into his bitch it was insane. When it came time for graduation he wasn’t asked to join the main campus like most top students are and he had to find somewhere else to go to college.”
“If he was so good at all that, why would they turn him down?”
Sammy had leaned against the far wall, “Cause he was cruel, he used what he knew for power, to just get what he wanted, which is not the Eden way.”
I was about to ask what the Eden way was, but he kept talking.
“So, he got a rugby scholarship here at UT and went about his old ways, fucking most of the guys on his team. By the end of his freshman year, he had turned four guys into his personal cunts, and they decided to move off campus and rent a house together.”
I just listened, not sure why I was being told all this.
“They found a house two doors down from my house,” he said flatly. “My mom is a horrible snoop and sent me and my brothers over to see who they were. That was when he took one look at me and found his next target.”
He was trying to be casual, but I could hear the anger in his voice.
“We went over to play some video games, we went up to his room, he got me wasted and then fucked me.”
He was speaking as if he was talking about someone else.
“It sounds horrible, but he showed me things about myself. I had always been bi-curious, and he blew that door open. I went back and got fucked again, coming to terms that I liked guys…and then he made a decision to teach me what he knew, on how to seduce men into bed.”
“Why would he do that?” I asked, completely caught up in the story.
Sammy shrugged, “I’m sure he had his reasons, but I didn’t ask questions. He set his sights on my brothers and as the little brother who had spent his entire life being the low man on the totem pole, I went along with it. He ended up seducing my brothers and I ended up fucking them…”
He trailed off like he was hearing himself for the first time.
“See while it was happening, I knew this guy was pure evil. He didn’t care about the guys from his team or my brothers, he just liked power. I also knew I had no chance of stopping him, I could have walked away but then he would have just kept doing it…so I stayed…and watched and learned. Watching everything he did, learning every trick he had…and something became evident after a while.”
“What’s that?”
His eyes locked with mine, “He was obsessed with me, the farther we went the more he seemed to fawn over me. I’m not stupid, I know what I look like, and I know what it is when someone wants you…this guy wanted me. So, I waited and learned…and once I had my brothers on my side…I turned the tables.”
“What did you do?”
“I drugged him, seduced him, and then fucked him so hard he was begging for it. I used every trick he had used on me and my brothers and turned him into a cock slut…I got him addicted to shit so that the guys in the house could control him and even now he is the house hole, free for anyone to use when they come by.”
He sounded so casual, so… Blaise about the fact he completely destroyed this guy. I mean the guys sounded like a fucking monster and deserved it…but still.
“I guess one of his old pals from Eden came by to see him, saw what he had become and the guys at the house told him the story. He went back to Eden who then started looking into me, they had never seen one of their tops turned so completely before so were curious. They caught me in the middle of another project, bringing a whole family of repressed jocks together, and were amazed at how I had turned the whole family into one loving unit.”
“How was that different from what this guy did?”
“Cause I wasn’t there just to fuck them, see the youngest brother was gay, but the dad was so born-again bullshit that he had convinced him he wasn’t. Of course, the dad was only that way cause he had impure thoughts, they were all miserable, pretending to be people they weren’t. I fucked each one and showed them that they all loved each other, and it was ok…the Eden guy who was watching was blown away and suggested the school do something it never does and offer me a spot.”
“They offered all these kids spots,” I brought up.
“Yeah, but these kids went through the whole program, you come in as a freshman and start as a bottom. Everyone serves, I skipped two years and was brought on as a special case. See Eden believes in many things, that looks are a gift, that gifts should be shared but most importantly, that those who are to lead should lead. I know who I am, and I know the effect I have on people, but most of all I know what I want to do, and I don’t let anything stop me.”
He sounded…shit he sounded so fucking confident I was a little in awe.
“Coach Rogers tried to control me, and he is gone, I told them I wanted you to replace him and they did it because I didn’t ask, I didn’t beg, I told them this was what I wanted. If they hired someone else, I would have just gotten rid of them too,” he pushed himself off the wall and walked towards me, “Wanna know my secret power?”
I nodded, my mouth dry.
“I. Always. Win.”
My god, he was gorgeous.
“That asshole tried to break me and my brothers, I won. Sean and his family tried to hide behind a false belief in God, I won, and Coach Rogers tried to tell me what to do…” he was in my face now, “I. Won.”
“W-why me?”
He paused, “Are you kidding? Look at you, you’re the hottest guy I have ever seen…I’ve seen you play baseball and I’ve seen your interviews…you are so…” he closed his eyes, “Just so fucking cocky…”
“So, you’re going to what, turn me gay?”
He laughed, “No Coach, I’m not going to do a thing, you are going to come to me and beg to be with me.”
“And if I don’t, what? I get fired?”
“Nope, I told you, I don’t go in for that shit,” he leaned in, our faces almost touching, “I don’t need to force anyone especially you. You’re already obsessed with me coach, I told you I can tell and you got it bad. I brought you here so we could meet, you’ll do the rest.”
I had to admit, the urge to kiss him was strong…
“So, there you go,” he said pulling back, “You have your answers.”
I shook my head, what the hell…
“We’re dressing out today right?”
I nodded, in a slight daze.
“Sweet, see you at practice,” he said as he turned around and walked away…
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