“What do you remember?” Ryan asked. I shook my head.
“I remember you. You turned me into Chris’ slave and after that everything went kinda blank. How long was I under?” I asked. Ryan thought before answering.
“Almost two weeks” he responded. “Aaron has gotten us enough antidote to cure everyone, it’s just a matter of getting them isolated. Tuesday, November 30
I went off to study hall with Chad, while Ryan prepared for a class with Jake. After study hall, I had computer science with Josh, so we were hoping to score a trifecta among them. About halfway through study hall, Chad went to the front of the room to look at a newspaper. I followed with the syringe of the antidote in my hand. I slowly made my way up behind Chad. As I got up behind him, I smelled something afoul and stopped. He turned around. I suddenly felt weak.
“Look into my eyes,” he said. I obeyed his command. “Yes, give me your syringe,” he commanded. I complied. He fought and finally broke the syringe in two. “There. Now we’ll be friends, won’t we?” he asked. I could not resist.
“Yes,” I replied.
“With Aaron gone, who is leading the resistance?” he asked.
“Ryan” I replied without hesitation. Chad nodded.
“Ok. Here is what we’re going to do.” 12:00 p.m.
After we had finished eating, Ryan and I headed upstairs to our lockers to get study materials.
“Man, I gotta piss,” Ryan said. I nodded and followed him into the restroom. Ryan went to the urinals, while I walked around to a toilet. A loud flatulent noise broke the silence. After a moment Ryan complained. “Dude, that fucking reeks,” he said. I walked around the corner to find Ryan staring at Chad’s spandex covered body. Ryan did not resist. He turned around and Chad slid down his shorts and began fucking him hard. Finally, Chad released himself into Ryan. Dazed and under the Master’s control, Ryan walked past me and out of the restroom. Chad pulled up his shorts and walked over to me. He rubbed my hard cock.
“Go and await your next orders,” he told me, walking away. 2:30pm
As I grabbed my things for my final class of the day, Ryan arrived at his locker. I looked over to see him grab a syringe from his locker and stuff it into his pocket. I immediately grabbed for his pocket, and luckily stabbed the needle into his leg, releasing the serum into his bloodstream. He shook his head, dazed for a moment.
“We’ve got trouble,” Ryan told me. I looked at him, questioning. “This is all part of Chris’ plan.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Apparently Chad wasn’t turned. He gave himself over. Chris wants all of us to get turned and then get the serum, then believes we’d some how surrender to his will voluntarily,” Ryan said.
“Wow, you were his slave for a few hours and found all this out?” I asked.
“Oh, it gets worse,” Ryan said. “He has synthesized a new drug that allows his slaves to release toxins that debilitate others. He’s injected a few of his slaves with it and anyone they turn has this ability too.”
“So we need to turn everyone back as quick as we can,” I told Ryan.
“But we only have one syringe and maybe two doses left and who knows how many he has turned. Aaron has the ability to get us more, but he is one of Chris’ slaves.”
“Don’t worry about Aaron. I have class with him, we’ll get him back. I’m just worried about the game tonight.” 3:30pm
After turning Aaron back with one of our final doses of antidote, Ryan met us in the locker room.
“What do you remember?” I asked Aaron. He shuddered.
“Evil. It’s pure evil. He wants to erase everyone’s individuality to make himself a god among men.”
“How do you know?” Ryan asked.
“Let’s not get off task,” I said, intervening. “Who do we know to be slaves? Chad for sure.”
“Josh and Jake,” Aaron replied.
“Okay, we’ll hit whoever is the easiest target tonight. I’ll take the serum because Aaron will be an obvious target, since he gets the serum” I demanded. Everyone agreed.
“And we must be careful. Last game, they arranged different times in the locker room to try to turn everyone,” Ryan recalled.
“I’ll be fine, you guys just get in and out as quickly as possible,” I told them. We all departed the locker room. I got halfway across the gym when I realized the antidote was in my locker. It may not be safe there if Chris or his slaves could break in. I headed back to the locker room. I stopped short when I heard voices. I peeked down the stairs to see Josh standing next to his locker looking down the row.
“Yes, that’s it. Do not resist us anymore,” Josh said. He smiled.
“Yes. I give in. I will surrender myself to the master’s will,” the voice said. From behind the lockers, Ryan emerged, cloaked in maroon spandex. 6:30pm
Angered, I arrived at the locker room for the game. With Ryan surrendering to Chris, we had him to fight and who knows how many others after pregame. As I walked through the gym, Aaron quickly questioned me about Ryan becoming one of Chris’ slaves. I gave a quick nod that I knew and headed to the locker room. I walked around the corner to find Jake fucking Eric in the ass. I knew I didn’t have much time, so I rushed to my locker and got the syringe out and drove it into Jake’s leg. He squirmed for a second, then fell to the floor, with cum squirting onto his chiseled abdomen. I grabbed Eric. “Are you okay?” He gasped for breath.
“I think…yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” he said. They both hurriedly cleaned up and changed and headed to the floor. We were now out of the antidote until the morning, but at least I was in time. I finished changing and was about to leave when Lance arrived at the locker next to mine.
“Hey, you ready for tonight?” he asked. I nodded sheepishly.
“I think so,” I said, leaving the locker room. On my way upstairs, I ran into Chris, who was heading down to change. My first instinct was to head back to make sure that he didn’t try to convert Lance, but then I realized Jason was still down there. I’d have to hope Lance would get out. 8:40 p.m.
We all headed to the locker room after another resounding victory. Coach gave us our speech and we headed to our lockers to get changed for the evening. I opened my locker and reached for my clothes then took a whiff of what smelled like a pile of shit. I quickly realized what was happening and attempted to flee, but as I closed my locker and looked in both directions I saw Lance and Chad on one side and Chris and Ryan on the other. Spandex as far as the eye could see. Lance snuck up behind me and tickled my balls from behind. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. I moaned gently, cock hardening. “Here’s all you have to do” 8:55 p.m.
We had finished changing and had headed out for the evening when I stopped mid-step in the parking lot. “Shit, I left the antidote in my locker,” I said. Aaron looked at me.
“I had better come with you in case there are any stragglers,” he replied. We walked down into the locker room and I walked around the corner to my locker, where we found Chris standing. Quickly Aaron was seized from behind by Jason and Lance. “What the--?”
“He has not joined us Aaron,” Chris said. “He just cannot resist our power…and neither can you.” Aaron struggled to break free against probably the two strongest guys on our team, both strengthened by whatever Chris was doing to them. “Where is the serum?” Chris asked.
“I’ll never give you what you want!” Aaron screamed. I wanted to help him, but it was as though I was paralyzed. Chris ran his hand across Aaron’s face.
“Oh I think you will,” he replied. He grabbed Aaron’s head on the sides, holding it in place and looked deep into his eyes. Slowly, Aaron quit struggling, falling under Chris’ spell. It was obviously working, as Aaron began pitching a tent in his sweats.
“I get the drug from my mom’s friend at the hospital. He orders it for me,” Aaron said. Chris nodded.
“Good…good. You will go to him tonight to pick up your shipment. Tell him you need no more of it ever again, then return what you have to me,” Chris ordered him. Aaron stood in a daze, nodding. “Now, there is just one more thing.” Lance turned Aaron around to face Jason. “Look at your best friend. He needs you.” Aaron’s head tilted downward to see the tip of Jason’s hard dick peeking out of his white spandex. Without resistance, Aaron dropped to his knees and began sucking Jason’s member. I watched, hard myself, awaiting my next command. I didn’t realize it, but Chris had doubled around behind me. I felt his hand begin stroking my cock. He pressed his spandex covered cock between the buttcheeks of my sweats. “Don’t worry. After Aaron brings us the drug, he’ll make you one of us again.” 9:30 p.m.
After Jason finished with Aaron, we got in the car and I drove us to the hospital. Chris ensured that Aaron left his sweats off for the car ride, so that I would stay focused on…relieving his tension as soon as possible. Now, I knew this was the wrong thing to think, but every time intervening on Chris’ plan entered my mind, I caught a glimpse of Aaron—so hard in that shiny maroon spandex—that I wanted him in me anyway possible. We arrived and Aaron slid shorts as we walked into the hospital. He walked in front of me and I could catch a glimpse of his ass with every step as he sagged his shorts. He knew what he was doing and how to keep me under his spell. We reached his contact, who Aaron told that he would no longer require shipments of the drug. Aaron’s friend walked away, and he turned around to look at me. His eyes glowed yellow. “My master will be pleased,” he said, walking back towards the car with the antidote in hand. I followed him, hoping this torture in my pants would soon be released. We reached the car and Aaron placed the package on top of, well, his package. About halfway back to the school, I realized where I was and what was going on. At a stop sign, I made my move and after a struggle finally injected Aaron with the cure. Once his mind had cleared he shook his head.
“What are we going to do?” he asked. “We can’t get any more antidote and if we don’t return it to Chris, we’ll be at the top of the hit list tomorrow.” I thought for a moment.
“We give him a placebo. That way he thinks it’s over but then we can beat him,” I suggested. Aaron nodded in agreement.
“That’s good, but he expects me to turn you when we return. How am I gonna pull that off?” I shrugged.
“I guess we’re gonna have to act,” I said.