The first couple of weeks of the basketball season have been pretty crazy. First, with some of our top players out of practice for a few weeks, a reserve named Chris made his intentions known for making the starting five and taking my friend Matt’s starting spot. Earlier tonight, Matt and I went into the locker room after practice and when I got to my locker, Jason, one of our starters, walked by me told me “soon.” Then, Matt and I got to talking and I realized that something really is going on. We concluded that Chris appears to be in the center of this controversy, so we were going to confront him about these strange occurrences. When we got to the locker room to confront Chris, we found him and our starting center Chad in a…well compromising position. After Chris finished off, Chad turned to him and called him master, which pushed this entire thing from the land of ordinary to weird.
“Dude, what is going on?” I asked Matt after we had snuck out of the locker room and up to the hallway in the school.
“I don’t know, but I’d call it strange,” he replied. We both discussed possibilities until I remembered Chris’ chemistry project.
About three weeks ago, Chris had done a presentation in chemistry class about how drugs could be synthesized to make your mind more open to suggest, allowing a person to be controlled. Chris also suggested that when men view sexual stimuli, their ability to act of their own accord is decreased.
I told Matt about this and he said that we should check out the chemistry lab. We needed to find out what he was up to and if there was a way to reverse it.
I got to school early on Friday with hopes of getting information from the chemistry lab as to what Chris was up to. Immediately I headed to the lab and got in the student file cabinet for research and found his notebook. Reading through, I found Chris’ research on how these synthesized hormones would create almost a mindless state on subjects. I assume he was somehow mixing the drugs with his sperm to make them transferable, but I didn’t know how. I wrote down what I felt was important, as Matt and I were meeting at lunch to discuss the issue.
I arrived at my school locker, which oddly enough was two down from Matt. Funny how me being a junior with a last name starting with a “W” and him being a senior starting with “B” put us close together, considering our basketball numbers put us side-by-side in the varsity locker room. Chad’s locker was also only a few down from Matt’s in the hallway, so I knew we couldn’t discuss the issue at length. We all arrived at our lockers around the same time and I told Matt I would talk to him in the lunch room. Not to sound paranoid, but meeting in a public place seemed safest…at least no one would be violating us and making us their personal slaves, right?
As we finished deciding our plans, I thought I heard someone yell my name. I looked around for a moment to see who had said it, then realized that Matt was staring at Chad in his tight Wrangler jeans.
“Come, we’ll go to the locker room and I’ll show you our new team strategy,” Chad said in a flat voice. Matt continued staring at his figure in the tight jeans, with his shiny maroon spandex peaking out of the top of the jeans. Before Matt could respond, I grabbed him by the arm and quickly told Chad we had stuff to discuss at lunch and rushed off.
We arrived in the cafeteria and quickly found an empty place to discuss the issue. “What happened up there?” I quickly asked.
“I don’t know, it was like Chad had some force over me,” he replied.
“It’s because he did,” I told Matt. I explained how I had read Chris’ notes and that he had somehow found a way to put together the drug with his seed and make it a perfect mind control solution. Once injecting the serum into his…well parts…it turned his juices into, well basically a parasite that takes over the host’s body, recreating their nervous system and higher functions to be an extension of Chris’. If untreated, this condition would gradually rewrite the genetic makeup of the individual, essentially making them Chris’ mindless slave permanently.
“So, what’s the plan?” Matt asked. I thought for a moment.
“Well, we need to try to find out how to make this antidote and try to reverse this,” I replied. “I’ll check out his gym locker and see if I can find anything.” Matt offered to come with, but I figured since it was over the lunch hour that I had nothing to worry about. As the clock approached noon, I headed down to the locker room. I was just breaking into Chris’ locker when I heard a noise and hid behind some lockers. I looked up and I saw Jason and Cale, our football team’s star tailback, entering the room. As they came down, Cale practically ripped the football jersey he was wearing, tearing down to the white Under Armour shirt he had underneath the jersey and his pair of baggy jeans. Wow, under that skintight white shirt, you could see the ripple of Cale’s six-pack abs. For one of the only African-Americans in the school, he could have any girl he wanted and the view made it apparent why. But now, it was Jason who wanted Cale. He ordered the younger player against the locker and proceeded to reach around, undoing his jeans and dropping the to the floor. Jason then dropped his own pants to the floor, exposing his spandex-clad ass to go along with Cale’s. He slipped his spandex down, and Cale’s down, showing off Cale’s defined black ass. Jason spread his cheeks apart and quickly inserted his cock into Cale’s ass.
“This won’t take long,” Jason said. He moved back and forth, pleasuring himself in the starting tailback tight rectum. After a few minutes, Jason pinned Cale against the locker and released his fluids into him. Soon after, he withdrew from Cale and pulled the spandex back up over his ass. Jason slid Cale’s jeans down and off, saying “You won’t need these anymore.” As Jason moved away from Cale, my jaw dropped. Not only was the star’s upper body held by that tight white spandex, but his lower body was covered by a set of shiny long maroon tights, which didn’t miss a ripple. I checked out his perfect calves, then my eyes strayed up, looking at that defined ass. Oh what I wouldn’t have given to trade places with Jason and have my dick in that ass. Or even to touch it…it was so perfect, and my cock just kept getting harder thinking about it. Was this mind control thing real, or would it hurt anything to just go grab that ass? As I continued to stare, part of me didn’t care, I just needed to touch that spandex clad ass. I was almost drooling at the thought of Cale’s body when he turned around. I looked at his body, covered neck to toe in spandex, hugging every curve of his perfect body, his eight inch dick bulging underneath it’s spandex prison. I was so fucking hard. Nothing else mattered, I had to touch that body. I stood up and was about to expose myself from hiding when Coach Kerrigan walked down into the locker room, waking me from my coma.
Matt and I didn’t have class together the rest of the day, but met up at our lockers after school. Tonight was the annual maroon/white scrimmage game and coach had posted the squads downstairs in the locker room. We knew it would be starters vs. reserves, but with 12 guys total, we didn’t know who’d be the sixth player on the starter team. The starters got the varsity locker room, while the reserves got excommunicated to the JV locker room for the night (kind of a ritual). So we headed to the locker room to find that it would be the five starters and Eric on the maroon team. Chris was captain of the white team in coach’s absence. Just knowing this, I didn’t want to attend the game. Reluctantly I headed to my locker to take my stuff out. Next to me was Chris. He looked over.
“Need any help?” he asked. I started to make a snide remark, but when I started to speak it was like he had a power that I couldn’t fight.
“No, I’m okay,” I said sheepishly. He looked at me.
“You might want to show up a few minutes early tonight, if you know what I mean,” he said to me.
“Okay” I replied.
I arrived 15 minutes early and made my way to the empty locker room. When I realized I was alone, I quickly located Chris’ bag and rifled through it. Finally in the bottom, I found a bottle marked “serum” and a bottle marked “anti.” I heard voices so I slipped the antidote out and into my bag and quickly rushed around the corner to prepare for the game.
We were shooting around when Matt met me at center court and pulled me aside.
“He’s got Todd,” he told me. I looked over to see Todd, one of my teammates on white, with glazed over eyes and realized Chris now controlled three of our six players.
Coach Kerrigan left the JV locker room after his motivational speech, giving our captain three minutes to speak to us before we went up to play. As soon as coach left, Chris, Josh and Todd all dropped their shorts, exposing their bodies in spandex. Josh and Todd quickly grabbed Jake and Lance and held them in place until they stopped squirming. I was mesmorized by Chris. I looked into his eyes.
“Yes, yes, you know,” he said, his deep green eyes penetrating my defenses. He petted my hair. “Soon we’ll all be a team”
After the maroon team held off our late challenge, 63-59, they headed off to the varsity locker room, while we hit the JV locker room to pick up our bags. Chris had led all scorers with 26 points. With his great game it was evident what he was doing…he was going to be our star. He was going to take Matt’s starting spot, especially seeing as the rest of the maroon team (mostly Chris’ slaves) froze him out. Matt scored four points and both were off offensive rebounds. We all got downstairs and grabbed our bags, then headed upstairs for our post game talk.
The starters sat down on the bench in front of the reserves and coach began talking. Almost immediately, I lost attention, as I looked over at my fellow reserves, and saw Jake rubbing Josh’s dick. Josh quickly became hard, his dick desperate to emerge from it’s white spandex encasement. The harder he got, the harder I got and before long I realized I was being helped along by the hand rubbing my cock. Just watching Josh’s dick begin to form pre-cum on his spandex made me want to explode. I tried to lean back, but Chris put his hand in the middle of my back to keep me standing up straight, with his other hand stroking my cock through my shorts. He held himself close enough to me that I could feel his spandex covered cock in between my ass cheeks. I dropped my hands to my side, glancing one off of his spandex covered thigh. Suddenly, I found myself reaching around behind him, grabbing his ass and thrusting him into my backside. Oh, his dick felt so good and hard, I just wanted it in me. I wanted him to consume me and make me his slave as he had the others. Just as coach was finishing up his speech, Chris leaned in behind me.
“Go to the JV locker room in five minutes,” he whispered in my ear. He walked away from me and went to his locker. Matt walked up to me.
“You still need a ride, yeah?” he asked. I nodded. We both headed towards our lockers. As we rounded the corner, you could see Chris looking around, quietly directing his minions. Chris quickly left. “Good, don’t have to deal with him,” Matt whispered under his breath. Matt and I quickly just threw our sweats on and headed out the door. We got out to the parking lot to his car, when suddenly I remembered Chris’ order. Should I tell Matt about it? I contemplated, then remembered that feeling I had in the locker room, that comfort. No, I couldn’t…and I needed to get to that JV locker room.
“Shit, I left my shooting shirt in the JV locker room,” I told Matt. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said, rushing off. He said he’d start the car and warm it up. I rushed in the backdoor of the varsity locker room. As I rounded the corner, I noticed Lance standing there, naked. As I started towards Lance to find out what was wrong, Chad emerged from behind the corner. He pushed Lance up against the wall, then withdrew his long hard cock from his maroon spandex and put it in Lance’s ass. I couldn’t help but stare as Chad began to assimilate Lance into their group. Just watching for a few seconds, my dick was uncontrollably becoming hard. I don’t know what Chris had done to me, but I wanted to be in Lance’s position…I wanted to be one of his slaves. As I stared, Chad looked over at me. His eyes almost seemed to be glowing. Go downstairs they told me. I followed the order and headed downstairs to the JV locker room. The door was open so I walked right in and stopped just inside the door. I looked over to find Josh standing with his back against the wall. Looking down, I found Jake on his knees with his shirt off servicing Josh’s member. Jake quickly worked on Josh and it was obvious that he’d soon be under Chris’ control. I stood patiently in a haze awaiting my next order. After a moment, Josh rocked his head back, unleashing his load into Jake’s mouth. I watched Jake swallow it, then fall back on the floor, with his flat abs up and showing. With Jake on the floor, Josh pulled his white spandex back up and walked over to me.
“When he awakens, he will make you one of us,” Josh said to me, rubbing his still hard cock up against my leg. I looked over Josh’s shoulder at Jake’s body lying on the floor, his dick already hard. Josh nibbled on my neck, then whispered in my ear, “it won’t be long.” My inhibitions were gone.
“Hey, Ryan, you find it,” I heard Matt yell from upstairs. Josh quickly grabbed my crotch and looked deeply into my eyes.
“You will not tell him about us. The master will come for you…soon” Josh said to me, retreating to Jake’s still unresponsive body, dragging him behind the lockers. I heard Matt drop off the last step behind me and turned around, still somewhat dazed.
“You find it?” he asked. I shook my head.
“You know, someone else must have picked it up, I’ll have to wait until Monday,” I replied.
With all the strangeness going on, after the intrasquad game Friday night, I just got home and tossed my bag on the floor. Now it was Sunday evening and my mom was bugging me for the dirty laundry. I reached in my bag and pulled out my clothes tossing them into the laundry hamper. In the midst of the stuff, I found the vial with the antidote and placed it on my desk. I needed to give that to Matt tomorrow morning, as while I knew Chris had some control over me, I needed to get the serum to safety before he took over. I had cleared my bag out and went to move it off of my bed when I realized there was something still in it. I reached into the bag and pulled out a glistening pair of maroon spandex. Where had these come from? I set them on my bed and just stared at them for hours.
I was getting dressed for school, tossing on some jeans and a t-shirt. I packed my books into my backpack and began packing my basketball clothes into my duffel. As I completed packing the bag, I looked down to see the pair of maroon spandex staring back at me. I wondered what I would look like—what they would feel like on me. Without a second thought, I stripped down, sliding the spandex on my naked body. Oh the tightness, it felt so good. I looked in the mirror and could see every curve of my body shining in the sheerness of them. I didn’t want to take them off right away. I stood in front of the mirror thinking about it. You know, I could just slip down to the locker room during the lunch break and take them off. With that I quickly tossed my clothes on over the spandex, slid my boxers into my gym bag and headed off to school.
I had worn the spandex all morning without any incident and knew I had to go to the locker room and change. I waited at my locker for Matt, who arrived right on time. I slid the antidote out of my locker and over to him and he nodded.
“We going to lunch, safety in numbers?” he asked. I shook my head.
“I’ll meet you there, I need to go to the locker room and get my calculator. I must have left it in my gym bag,” I responded. He nodded and walked away. I think I practically ran down to the locker room. I quickly got into my locker and pulled out my boxers. Just as I was about to start stripping, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I quickly hid behind some lockers, peering out to see Chris and Luke entering the locker room.
Luke put his arms up against the wall and spread his legs. Chris slid off his pants and inserted himself into Luke. I quietly slipped out of the locker room while they were distracted with their business, sneaking down to the JV locker room to change. Once downstairs, I slipped behind the first row of lockers, quickly removing my shoes and sliding my jeans off. I knew I had to hurry with what was occurring upstairs. Just as I reached to take off the spandex, I was grabbed from behind by a pair of people. I turned and found it was Cale and Darren, our football team’s quarterback, both covered neck to toe in spandex. The fabric clinged to every curve of their tight muscular bodies. My cock was rigid inside its spandex prison. The stronger football players spun me around, tossing me down to my knees. I looked up and saw Chris walking towards me. I looked into his eyes and knew it was only a matter of moments now.
“But you were with…” I started to say as he arrived in front of me.
“Shh. Jason can finish him. I wanted the pleasure of taking your mind to myself,” he replied. I looked down and saw his hard seven inch dick ready to burst from the spandex. “You know what to do,” he said. “Then you’ll be free.”
I licked his cock a few times through the tights, before he slid them down. I began sucking his cock, and once the football players released me, started going to town, clutching his balls or spandex clad ass at any given moment. I started taking in his precum which made me just want the real thing even more. Finally I could feel him clutching and finally unloading his wad into my mouth. Chris pulled me up and I looked into his eyes, feeling a connection.
“What is your bidding my master?” I asked him.