Jeremy's Story

by Wrestlr

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Jeremy's Story

by Wrestlr

Part 5

Later that night, near midnight, Clay and I were studying in our room. We were both stretched out in our underwear on our respective beds. It was really late, and I was really tired, close to time to call it quits for the night.

The phone rang.

Surprised the fuck out of both of us, so sudden. I scrambled off my bed, stumbled over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Is this Jeremy?" Doc's voice. Why was he calling me this late?

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Not too much. Listen, is Clay there?"

"Yeah." What did Doc want with Clay? As far as I knew, they'd only met that one time, when Doc had hypnotized Clay.

"Good. Listen to me carefully, Jeremy ... Ashibo is watching: relax."

I felt so ... All of a sudden my whole body relaxed and I felt that sleepy, foggy feeling fill my head. Even though Clay was a few feet away, I didn't even try to fight it. I stood there, rapt, feeling how sweet my body felt as it relaxed, feeling myself slip back into that focused, cooperative state I liked so much.

Doc's voice in my ear: "Jeremy, are you listening to me?"

"... yes ..." Was that faraway sound really my voice?

"Good boy. Jeremy, give the phone to Clay. Tell him to come to the phone."

"... hey ..." I said, turning sluggishly to Clay,"... it's for you ..."

"Who is it?" Clay asked as he climbed off his mattress and reached for the phone. He didn't seem to notice too much that I didn't answer. He put the phone to his ear, said, "Hello?"

I was just standing there, enjoying how relaxed and cooperative I felt. I saw Clay's eyes go blank and his face slacken. "... yes sir ..." he said, and leaned closed to me, so the phone was by both our ears and we could both hear.

Doc's voice: "Boys, what are you wearing?"

"... briefs ..." I said at the same time Clay murmured "... boxers ..."

"Good boys. Listen carefully. In a moment, I'm going to ask you to come to visit me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Clay and I both said "... yes ..." at the same time.

"But first I'm going to ask you to each put on a pair of shorts and a pair of shoes. Jeremy, I want you to bring your room keys too, so you can get back in later. Now, Jeremy, you remember how to get to my house, don't you?"

"... yes ..."

"Good, Jeremy. Clay, I want you to follow Jeremy. Can you do that?"

Clay mumbled, "... yes ..."

"If anyone tries to stop you, I want you to relax more and tell them you have to go someplace really important and you'll see them when you get back. Understand? And be careful about traffic when you're crossing the road."

Clay and I both said, "... yes ..."

"Good, boys. Listen carefully to me. Ashibo is watching: relax. Relax and obey me. Get your clothes on, boys, like I told you to, and come to visit me."

I heard Doc hang up and Clay up the phone down. We moved like sleepwalkers. I pulled on a pair of shorts, a pair of beat-up old sneaks. I picked up my keys. Clay was right beside me, dressed like I was. I opened the door and walked out.

Since it was so late, the dorm was mostly quiet. We didn't pass anyone we knew. We just walked out into the evening.

The night air was cool, felt good, helped me relax deeper as I walked on. A few blocks to the edge of campus. We just kept walking. A few more blocks, and we were walking up the front walk to Doc's house. I was feeling this wonderful state start to fade, feeling myself returning to normal, like I was waking up or something.

Doc opened the door to us as we approached. "Good boys--come in, come in." He ushered us both inside. Doc had that statue craddled in his hand, his other hand stroking the back of its neck in that familiar way. "You made it. I'm very pleased, boys. Now look closely at Ashibo's eyes, gentlemen. Jeremy, Clay ... Ashibo is watching: relax." And I felt that pleasant state clamp down stronger on me and I relaxed and surrendered to it again.

Doc rubbed his hand over my bare chest, admiring. "Bet you didn't know about Clay, did you? Bet you didn't know he's been coming to me for sessions since that first night, did you?"

"... no ..." I murmured.

"He's just as good a subject as you now, Jeremy, just as obedient. And you're very obedient, aren't you, Jeremy?"

"... yes ..."

Downstairs to his basement. He had pulled a couple of mats out. His voice flowed through me, through both of us, like oozing honey, and we kicked off our shoes. When Doc called go, Clay and I came together on the mats, grappling and laboring at each other. Doc has commanded us to wrestle, and we both put everything we had into it. Muscle straining against muscle, we were both soon sweaty. Clay was strong, quick too, but I was a trained wrestler and he wasn't. I had him down and pinned helplessly pretty quickly. He squirmed around, wasn't making this easy for me, but I managed to get my fingers hooked in his shorts and boxers, and when he scrambled out and away, I gave them a tug down and he kicked his legs free of them to get away from me. He faced me, naked now, and suddenly lunged at me again.

Didn't take me long to get him forced into a pocket where I wanted him and down, going for the takedown. I had him pinned on his back, my body on his, pressing him down hard. We both knew I had won.

From the sidelines, Doc said, "Very good, gentlemen. Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other."

I felt a rush, like I was suddenly horny and hot and had to get off. My balls tingled and spread this feeling like electric fire through every part of me. I was looking down at Clay, and he was looking up at me. He was hard too, my weight forcing my cock in my shorts down against his exposed erection. I felt this heat, sexual, burning through me. I wanted him--bad--and the lust mirrored back in his eyes said he wanted me too.

Clay pushed his hips up a me again and again, slow, rhythmic thrusts. He lifted his legs up, around me, clasping my crotch to his. I didn't care if Doc watched.

I pulled back. Clay didn't want to release me, but he did. I slipped my shorts and briefs down and off in one easy motion.

Doc leaned forward from his chair off the edge of the mat. He put a small bottle of lubricant and a few condoms where we could reach them. "Gentlemen," he said again, "Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other."

And this rush of pure lust burst up through me. I didn't care if Doc watched. I didn't care what Clay wanted either, though the heat in his eyes said he wanted this as badly as I did.

I snagged the lube. I didn't care if Clay was ready or not. I wanted this--needed this--and I needed it now. I squirted plenty on a couple of fingers, slid them between Clay's legs. I found his asshole and pressed them in, into him. He grimaced a little but he was relaxed and he wanted it. I massaged my fingers in and out of his ass, opening him up. He started to loosen up for me as I probed at him. I squirted his ass full of the lube. I needed this too much for foreplay.

I tugged a condom. Rubbed lube all over it. I was harder than I'd ever been before. Needed this more than I'd ever needed to get off before. Clay lifted his legs, and I settled between them, settled his ankles on my shoulders. My cockhead at his butthole, forcing itself forward. I needed this.

He grunted, then yelled as I entered him. I didn't wait for him to get used to it--I simply fucked him. Fast. Deep. Animal rut. I was out of control and lost in a crimson haze of need. He had his head thrown back, yelling, as he jacked his thick uncut meat as hard and fast as I was fucking him. His tight ass clamped down hard on me, and he came, jetting milk-white cum at his neck, a couple of spurts on his chest, more on his belly. His ass squeezing my dick threw me over the edge and I fired my spunk into the condom in his ass as my orgasm shattered every sense into fragments of pure pleasure.

I collapsed, spent, panting, sweating, on Clay. His tongue probed at my mouth. I raised my head a little--where did I find the strength?--and returned his kiss.

Doc, from the sidelines, clapped quietly. We looked over at him, at the statue he held facing us. "Very nice, gentlemen. Very nice." He stroked the back of its neck as he smiled at us, and I felt so proud to have pleased him. "And now, gentlemen, it's time for round two. Ashibo is watching: relax."

Part 6

The next morning, I awoke first. I was in a bed, a strange bed. Doc's? My body was spooned up behind Clay's, and there was another body pressed up behind mine. I turned my head, recognized Doc. Both he and Clay were still sleeping.

I didn't remember anything that had happened since fucking Clay on the mat the night before, but the fucked out feeling that filled my body and the feeling in my ass told me I must have had a lot of sex all through the night. I would have loved to have stayed, maybe had another go when they woke up, but I had an early class, and I still needed to get back to the door for decent clothes and my books.

So I slipped out of bed. Showered the funk of cum and dried sweat from my body. I found my shorts and sneaks down in the basement, by the mat, and I pulled them on. Clay and Doc were still asleep when I slipped out the front door.



After class and some time in the library--I found it easy to get my work done now, which was a big bonus, thanks to the Doc--I headed back to my dorm room. I still had a little time to kill before practice.

I'd only been there a few minutes when the phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Hello?"



A while later, I opened my eyes. The phone was kind of still tucked under my cheek. Dial tone in my ear. Whoever it was must have hung up when I answered, I figured. Kind of strange that I would have dozed off like that without hanging up. I definitely had to start getting more sleep.

I pulled my gym bag out of the closet. I still had a little time before I had to be at practice, but now I wanted to get to the gym early.

The door to Coach Tucker's office was open a crack. No one else was around yet. I put down my bag outside the Coach's door. It just felt like I was supposed to be there--I don't know how else to explain it. From inside Coach's office, voices: the Coach's and the Doc's. I just stood there near the door, my back to the wall, and listened to them. Coach didn't sound happy. They were both talking kind of low under their breath, like they didn't want anyone to overhear.

"Listen," Coach was saying firmly, "all I'm saying is I don't care what else you do as long as you give me a team full of winners. That other stuff--shit, I don't--listen, I'm not into that stuff, so just leave me out of it in the future, okay?"

Doc's voice, low and smooth: "What's the matter, Tucker? Didn't you enjoy it? You sure looked like you had fun."

Coach sounded embarrassed. "Sure I liked that well enough. What guy don't? But you weren't supposed to do it to me too. That wasn't part of our deal. Just leave me out is all I'm saying."

"Coach, I can't make you do anything you don't want to. If it happens, it happens. I told you it might and you knew the risks. I can't make it not happen to you."

Coach's voice rose a little. "I know what you told me, and what I'm telling you is, don't do it to me again, okay?"

"Coach, it's not something I can turn on and off for selected observers. If it happens and if you're in a receptive mode, I can't prevent you from going under." Doc's voice was changing tone in a way I recognized. "Ashibo's spell is strong. There's no need to be ashamed if you can't resist it. Everyone surrenders to him. It feels good to surrender to him, doesn't it? Coach, look deep into his eyes and let yourself relax. Surrender to him. Coach, Ashibo is watching: relax."

I listened while Doc ran Coach through some deepening exercises, weaving a deep trance around him.

Coach's voice: "Jeremy, please come in now."

How the hell did he know I was out there? Unless ... maybe that phone call hadn't been a wrong number after all. Anyway, I slipped through the door and closed it behind myself.

I took in the room: a small office with a desk, a couple of chairs, a lot of papers and sports shit. Doc was standing in front of the desk, that statue craddled in the crook of one arm. Coach Tucker, in his usual baggy gym shorts, tee-shirt, and whistle, was standing with his butt on the edge of this table along the wall. Coach had his head bowed forward, eyes closed, looking for all the world like he was just taking a little nap, under deep.

"Good boy, Jeremy," the Doc was saying. He put his free hand on the back of my neck and rubbed, making me feel kind of ... I don't know--open or whatever. He said, "It's time to thank the Coach for letting you back on the team. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Uh, I--"

He cut me off. "Jeremy, Ashibo is watching: relax." I felt that familiar feeling wash over me. I stood there feeling all quiet inside, passive and receptive, waiting to be told what to do. "Very good, Jeremy. Look at Coach Tucker, Jeremy. You owe him such a debt. You need to show him how grateful you are for what he's done for you. You need to show him you'll do anything for him. You felt really good when he let you back on the team, Jeremy, and it's time to make Coach Tucker feel good in return." Doc told Coach to slip his shorts and jock strap down, and the Coach did, moving slowly like he was sleepwalking.

I didn't even try to resist when Doc told me to kneel in front of Coach. Coach was hard, and his pretty uncircumcised hard-on was staring me right in the face. I could see it bob as his pulse beat through it, and that little dolphin tattoo off to the side on his hip, the one I'd seen before sometimes when Coach showered with us after practice. Doc was telling me how badly I wanted to suck it, how much Coach wanted me to suck it, how good I'd make him feel by sucking it. I sure did want to suck it, more than I wanted anything else right then. It seemed perfectly natural, so I licked his shaft, and around the head of his cock, tasting his precum. I opened my mouth and let Coach's rod slip inside. I sucked it and licked it and nursed it, worked his balls with one hand, rubbed his thigh and ass with the other, doing my best to make him feel great. Doc told Coach to cum and cum hard. Coach's balls rode the rest of the way up, and his body bucked a little, involuntarily,! and he grunted. I felt his load slam into the back of my throat, felt that bitter salty taste spread all through my mouth. I swallowed it all.

"Very good, both of you. Jeremy, get up and go get changed for practice now." I climbed to my feet and walked out. As I was leaving, Doc was telling Coach to remember who made him feel so relaxed and good, and how Coach would want to surrender to that feeling every time and not feel any more reservations about it.

The feeling wore off when I was most of the way changed into my practice singlet and gear. The rest of the team members were beginning to show up by then too.

We ran through a damn good practice. We were all working hard, straining and sweating like crazy. It was a blast! This was what wrestling was supposed to be like. Coach, awake now, was in a great mood, smiling and spurring us on.

Afterward, we all piled into the locker room for another team meeting. I figured this would be another "training" session like yesterday's, and I was right. We were all kind of horsing about, waiting for the meeting to start up. A couple of guys slipped the straps of their singlets off their shoulders, letting the upper part bunch around their waists. We did that sometimes, both to cool off after a hard workout and to show off our chests. I did it too, just for the hell of it. I'm a good-looking guy and I have a nice build--nothing to be ashamed of.

One of the assistant coaches dimmed the lights when Doc walked in with that statue. He put it on that stand again, and somebody switched on the projector that hit it with a circle of brilliant light. Doc was wasting no time today. "Gentlemen, congratulations. Today you've seen how much better you all perform when you keep your minds focused and free from distraction. All you had to do out there was focus and relax and let your subconscious take over. It felt good to relax, didn't it?"

I wanted to stay awake this time. I wanted to see what he was doing to us. I was sitting down on the far end, where I figured he wouldn't see me. I closed my eyes before he could weave a trance around me, and I tried to keep my mind distracted from following what he was saying by reciting song lyrics in my head. He was droning on and on about relaxing and how good it felt, and how Ashibo was there to help us all focus and relax, and how easy it was to relax when they looked into his eyes, how the blue light deep inside his eyes helped us relax even more.

I stuck it out. I was feeling kind of light-headed--maybe he was having a little effect on me, but I was still conscious. I got pretty hard, anticipating, but my jock kept my stiff dick from being too visible. I waited until I figured he was pretty close to the end of his induction.

I opened my eyes, looked down the long line of men beside me. A few were still not entirely under yet; they sat with their faces slack, eyelids drooping, as they focused with all their might on the statue of Ashibo. Most, though, were entranced by now their eyes were closed, heads slumped, breathing deeply and waiting for the Doc's suggestions. As I watched, a few men down, my friend Alexi's half-closed eyes slid the rest of the way shut and his head slipped down. And there went my bud Mark the rest of the way into his trance. Damn! The sight of all these men helplessly entranced made my cock jump and turn still harder.

I could see Doc and the statue out of the corner of my eye, and I felt this incredible pull to turn my eyes that way. I was pretty sure Doc was looking right at me. He was talking all soft and low, and it was like he was talking to me alone, directly into my head, cooing the sound of his voice around my head like a lover's whisper. My eyes were being drawn toward the statue, tugged. I wanted to close them so I wouldn't see it, but I couldn't. The Doc and that damn statue had me too, and all that was left was for him to reel me in like the rest. Felt my head was being physically turned by an irresistible outside force toward Doc and the statue. My eyes met the statue's and I couldn't look or turn away. This woozy feeling came over me. I felt the spell flood through me, and my thoughts started going dim, and I felt myself relax the rest of the way and surrender to him.



Doc clapped his hands and snapped us out of it. Coach turned off the projector when Doc told him to and switched on the overhead lights. Doc gave us a grin and said, "That's all for today, guys. I think you'll be seeing the results of this session pretty soon. Anything else, Coach?"

Coach was still a little shaky--we all still were--but he said, "Get your showers and get out of here, guys."

We climbed to our feet, got our lockers open, and started getting out of our gear. I was one of the first headed for the showers and got one of the heads near the back. Kirk got the one to my left, and my friend Mark got the one on the end, to my right.

I was soaping up, sneaking a few little looks at Kirk and Mark as I did. Kirk had his back to me, displaying his perfect ass. Mark was telling me about this chick he wanted to ask out, which gave me an excuse to look at him some. He had dark brown hair, cropped regulation close, and brown eyes. Great build, muscular and smooth, hairless. He'd played football in high school as well as wrestling, and his body showed the extra muscle of a tackle. He had a tattoo, too, a pair of red rose blooms on a single stem, on the upper part of his left biceps. He was twenty and very cute, not hard on the eyes at all. I'd never seen his cock hard, but limp it looked about average, with a cute little circumcision scar.

I tipped myself into the spray and rinsed. I heard Doc's voice, calling out something in the locker room, but I couldn't tell what he said over the sound of the showers. After a second Doc was standing in the entry to the shower area, with that statue cradled in his arm. Doc shouted over the water, "Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other."

I remembered hearing him say that before: last night, with Clay. Suddenly, I was feeling exactly what I felt then too. Horny. Really horny. Doc yelled it out again: "Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other."

I was hard. Feeling incredibly horny. I was hard and I needed to get off so bad it hurt. But I didn't want to just jerk off. I wanted more. I reached over and wrapped one hand around Mark's perfect seven-incher, my other around Kirk's cock. Kirk and Mark reached over too, and their hands met on my meat. I jacked them, and they jacked me.

Mark bent in and kissed me, and I kissed back. I could feel the needfulness in him--he needed to get off as badly as I did. Kirk moved in closer and nibbled at my neck and ear. All around us, guys were jacking each other off, kissing. Across from us, Alexi got down on his knees to give a guy a blowjob.

We were all young and horny and hot guys, so none of us was going to hold out long. Kirk came hard and long, squirting his spunk all over my thigh. Mark knelt, and my cock slipped into his mouth like it belonged there. This was a straight guy who had just been telling me about this chick he wanted to boink, and here he was doing me like an experienced cocksucker. I needed to get off bad, and I felt this orgasm coming over me so strong it made my toes curl. I came hard, bucking uncontrollably. I'd have fallen if Kirk hadn't been holding on to me. Across the showers, the guy Alexi was blowing bellowed and came too.

Mark rolled over on his ass, jacking himself quick and hard. Alexi sauntered over, stroking his rod. Alexi thrust his hips forward and squirted semen all over Mark's chest. Mark threw his head back and roared, and he shot off a huge load, all over his chest and belly.

I felt pretty damn satisfied, pleased with myself. Kirk and Mark and I swapped high fives and rinsed the cum off our bodies. I don't think we left the least bit of regret or shame at all. We had needed to get off, and we got off, simple as that. Now it was time to dry off and get dressed.

Part 7

It was really early, about 6:00 a.m., when we climbed aboard the bus that would ferry us to our first match, an away match. I got a seat near the front, and Doc sat down beside me. Because it was so early and the ride was kind of boring, a lot of guys settled in to catch a little extra sleep. I wanted to get a nap too, but Doc kept talking about the match and how well we were going to do, how well I was going to do in particular.

Doc was keeping his voice kind of soft and low, to keep from disturbing the guys around us who were trying to sleep, I guessed. I told him I was really nervous about this match; I didn't know if I could guarantee that I wouldn't get out on the mat and fuck up like I had done in practice so many times before Doc started helping me. I was afraid I'd fold under pressure and that would be that: I'd be off the team--no more wrestling, and no more scholarship. My opponent was going to be the guy who had won the regional title last year, and he was no pushover.

Doc told me all I had to do was focus on what I was doing and relax when I got out there, just like he'd helped me do in his office and at the team sessions after practice. His voice was soft and monotonous, a familiar drone in my ear. All I had to do, he said, was focus on my breathing, in--I took a deep breath and held it--and out. I closed my eyes and followed his instructions, tensing the muscles in this body part, then relaxing, feeling my muscles let go of their tension. As my body loosened up and as more and more of my stress faded, I was becoming aware of how horny I was. My cock was stiffening. I needed to get off badly.

I kept my eyes closed because I didn't want to disturb how relaxed and easy I felt. My cock was hard, and I was horny as hell, and I needed to jack off to relieve the rest of my stress.

I didn't care if Doc saw. I was still aware of his voice in my ear, but I couldn't grasp what he was saying--the words just slipped away from me. I unfastened my jeans and unzipped. I felt my cock spring free and wrapped my hand around it. It felt so good I knew I had to jack off right then and there. That great feeling in my cock was spreading through my whole body, just like I knew it would, and my stress would soon be gone. Felt so good I couldn't hold back very long; I was about to cum right then and there. I felt Doc press a handkerchief or tissue or something around the head of my cock to catch my jism, and I knew it was okay to let go. My orgasm burst through me like slow fireworks, and I ejaculated the rest of my stress from my body along with my cum.

I rode that long orgasm, then sank back in my seat, eyes still closed, pressure gone, feeling fully relaxed, and let Doc talk me down even deeper into this sweet, sweet trance.



We kicked ass at the first match of the season. We ran over the other team so hard they never knew what hit them. We totally dominated them. Especially me--I'd whipped my opponent's tail like it had been me that won the regional title last year instead of him. Doc had been true to his word--he'd turned us into winners.

Man, I don't know how to describe what it was like for me out there on the mats during that match. My whole body seemed to come alive. My head seemed to just take a step back and let my body switch to auto-pilot. My opponent never had a chance. I was all over him, dominating from the start, and it didn't take long at all for me to beat him. Man, I fucking ruled that match.

It was an away match, and we were staying in this cheap old motel that night, heading back to our college the next day. This place was old, kind of out of the way, and we were about the only people staying there. So what happens when you combine twenty-four champion wrestlers, fresh from their victory, and a motel? Par-dee! Par-dee!

The coaches brought in beer and some liquor, and we were whooping it up. We were all pretty sloshed, even the guys who don't usually drink much. We were jumping all over the beds and spraying each other with shaken beer bottles and laughing and cheering and getting drunker by the minute. Even the coaches, who usually all act like tight-ass chaperones for these overnight trips, were getting smashed. Me, I had a really nice buzz going, and I was aiming to get ripped. Doc was the only one even remotely close to sober.

Doc was roaming around with this video camera one of the coaches brought, getting it all on tape. We were horsing around, jumping on the beds like kids, hamming it up for him. Some of the guys had passed out or headed off to other rooms to crash. There were eight of us in my room, still going strong. I had my shirt and shoes off; a couple of the guys were in just their underwear. We were too high on winning and alcohol to be modest at all.

It was me, Kirk, Mark, Alexi, Dylan, Coach Tucker, and two assistant coaches, Kyle and Jason. Alexi and Dylan were in their boxers; with the radio turned up on some fast rock song, they were prancing around on one of the beds and singing along and playing air guitar while the rest of us, sprawled on the other bed and the chairs and the floor, laughed and applauded. Man, I was so drunk it seemed like the funniest thing I'd ever seen in my whole damn life!

Doc had the camera aimed their way, making sure to get plenty of footage. I was betting they'd be plenty embarrassed when they saw it played back later, but right then we were all too far gone to give a shit.

Doc had to yell because the music was blearing. "Guys, listen up. You did real good out there and you deserve some special fun, don't you think?"

We all roared "YEAH!" back at him like a sonic boom.

Doc said, "Guys, Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other."

By now, after all our training with hypnosis, the beer, and the elation of victory, we didn't have any inhibitions left. We'd been given this command enough, we didn't even hesitate.

I shucked my pants and my briefs in one quick motion. I stood at the foot of the bed Alexi was standing on, his back to me. He was kissing Dylan like his life depended on it, oblivious to me until I tugged down his boxer shorts. Alexi turned around and presented me with that pretty uncut cock of his, already hard as a spike. I lapped at it hungrily. I'd gotten to be a really good cocksucker lately, and I was giving Alexi's rod a primo tongue-lashing.

Around us, everyone else was naked too and hard and all over each other. We were converging on this bed and spilling off onto the floor. Doc tossed some bottles of lubricant and condoms into the fray, then stepped back to resume filming. Man, I was so hot and horny I didn't care what he did with that camera as long as I got to get my rocks off and soon!

I got pulled away from Alexi, pulled down flat on my back on the bed. Jason, one of the assistant coaches, towered over me. Jason is a tall guy and big--he's built himself a massive body with washboard abs and pecs like plates. Jason's good-looking and he knows it. Jason usually strikes me as a conceited prick, but he's got a lot to be conceited about. Brown hair with these blondish streaks, that gorgeous body. Now, out of his usual expensive clothes, straddling my stomach, that body had never looked better to me. I ran my hands up over his skin, the light fur on his belly the inverted triangle of hair across his chest. His cock was staring right at me. He wasn't hung that well--maybe five inches or so, and cut, if you're keeping track of that--but I wanted it in my mouth. I grabbed his hips and pulled him up where I could get my mouth around it. Somebody else grabbed my cock and fisted me slow and sweet as I sucked Jason. When someone else slipped a finger under m! y leg to probe at my asshole, I reached up under Jason's balls and did the same to him. That did it for Jason--he threw his head back and bellowed, drove his cock forward into my throat as far as it would go, and shot a nice, salty load into my mouth.

Jason got dragged off of me. My teammate Dylan and Kyle, one of the other assistant coaches, flipped my on my stomach. Kyle parted my ass cheeks and dove tongue-first into my crack. Man, let me tell you, post-hypnotics or not, that man could rim an ass! Dylan got on his knees in front of me and pulled my head into his crotch. I suckled his cock greedily.

I think Doc kept repeating that command to enjoy each other every now and then, but I was too far gone in my sex-daze to hear him. I saw him a couple of times at the edges of our bodies, still capturing everything on film. Right then, though, I didn't give a shit what he got on film.

Dylan's a cute-as-hell fucker. He's a year older than me and he has this casual grin that can melt your heart. His eyes are nearly black, his hair too. He has a trendy haircut that accentuates his eyes, his face, the little dimple in his chin. His chest is broad and hairless, tight muscles everywhere. He used to row with the crew team before he decided to focus on wrestling, and his body still had that long, sleek crew shape. And no tan line!

Right now, Dylan's cock was mostly what I could see. It was uncut, kind of thick, about six and a half long, I think. He sure knew how to use it to swab out my throat, but I knew how to use my tongue to flick him over the edge. Right then, I just wanted to make him feel damn good, and that's what I did. "Gonna cum, dude," he grunted, and sure enough he did, in my mouth and all down my throat.

Kyle rolled me onto my back. He'd rimmed me like a pro, finger-fucked me; now I wanted something more up my ass to scratch my itch. I wanted to get fucked bad, and he wanted to do it to me. He dragged me by my hips to him, planted my ankles on his shoulders. He stared directly into my eyes as he guided his condom-sheathed cockhead to my lubed hole and began to press forward. I relaxed and pushed down to meet him. His cockhead slid in, followed by a good portion of his shaft. He gave me a few seconds to get used to it, then started gliding in and out of my, slow strokes getting longer and more demanding as he went. Dylan's hand found my cock and he jerked me off while Kyle fucked me. Kyle's cock started to hit my prostate, and I was in heaven.

Beside us, Kirk was standing on the mattress with Coach Tucker kneeling, sucking Kirk off. Kirk pulled out and jacked himself a time or two; he turned our way and came hard, spurting cum all over my chest and belly. Dylan wiped up some of the cum and wiped it on my cock, using it as lube as he jacked my rod. I couldn't hold out, couldn't resist what they were making me feel any longer--I threw back my head and bellowed as an orgasm shattered through every part of me.

I lay there, totally spent. Kyle pulled out and pulled off his condom. He pulled on his prick and pretty soon his breathing turned ragged and he was shooting a huge load all over me. He collapsed on top of me, exhausted, and his lips found mine. We kissed. The others were falling around us, warm bodies and limbs cuddling all around us. We were all worn out. I felt really content and spend. I wrapped my arms around Kyle, kissed him again, and closed my eyes and started to give in to my exhaustion.



I woke up the next day when Mark climbed off the bed and started looking for his clothes. Kirk and Alexi and Kyle were still sleeping around me. The shower was on. Mark pulled his underwear and jeans on. He looked over at me, gave me a grin and a wave before he slipped out the door.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and flexed my chest and arms, yawning and stretching out the kinks. I needed to pee pretty badly but I didn't want to disturb whoever was taking a shower.

Right then, the bedside alarm clock went off, and everybody else jerked awake. We all looked pretty sheepish, I guess, sitting there naked with some dried cum here and there on us, but I didn't feel embarrassed at all. Before any of us could do anything about it, Coach Tucker knocked on the door and told us to get our asses in gear and get out to the bus inside half an hour for the trip home.

Part 8

Doc didn't show at practice the next day. He wasn't in his office when I went by for my private session, either--the first time he'd ever stood me up.

When he didn't show up for practice the second day, I started getting worried. The coaches were acting kind of spooked that day, like something was wrong and they didn't want us to find out about it. Coach Tucker wouldn't admit anything was wrong when I asked him after practice; all I really found out for sure was he had no idea where the Doc was.

So I went by his office again, just to see if I could catch him. If he wasn't around, I figured I'd leave a note under his door or in his mailbox in the Psych department office.

His office door was open so I stuck my head in. But it wasn't Doc inside. It was this woman I vaguely recognized as the department secretary. She was taking books off the shelves and putting them into a cardboard box. She jumped when I said hello and asked if she knew where the Doc was; she seemed surprised as hell to see anyone come into Doc's doorway, much less drop my gym bag into a chair like I was supposed to be here.

"He's not here," she said curtly, as if I weren't able to tell that myself. "And he won't be back. The university has cancelled his contract."

"Huh?" I said. "How come?"

She wasn't looking at me, pretending I didn't exist or at least was completely inconsequential to her work. "Certain information"--she had an air of moral indignation in her voice but a gleam in her eyes, as if she'd sniffed something whose stink offended her nose but loved the scandal of it all too much to keep from inhaling it some more--"has come to light about his behavior at his previous institution. Information that, if it had been available when he interviewed here, would have prevented him from ever coming here."

"What are you talking about?"

"The good doctor was found guilty of ... certain moral lapses"--she stressed the words carefully--"at his last position, lapses that his previous department is just now making public." She deigned to look at me as she strapped the top of the box shut. The mean, pinched air of righteous anger in her voice shocked me. "Moral lapses that involved some of his students. Male students."

I tried to look suitably shocked.

She pulled in another empty box and turned back to her packing. "His previous college notified us when they learned from the news coverage of the wrestling team's victory that he was here. Then yesterday, the department received a complaint about the doctor and his behavior with an undergraduate boy in the gym, and the department chair found certain ... evidence to corroborate such accusations. So the university had no choice but to let him go immediately. In return for not pressing charges against him, the doctor agreed to a restraining order that prevents him from coming within five hundred feet of the university or contacting any of its students, ever again."

Shit! That meant everything Doc and the team had worked for was going into the toilet. He wouldn't be around to help make us winners. We'd be on our own. I'd be on my own again.

She went on with her packing. I looked around at the Doc's personal effects. Once they made this office seem homey; now they seemed like silent victims. There were his books, his papers, and there, on the corner of his desk, his statue of Ashibo. This woman didn't care about them, or the Doc, or how Doc had helped the team, if she even knew about that--all she cared about was this juicy scandal.

I don't really know why I did it. I slid the zipper on my gym bag open quietly. She wasn't paying any attention to me, was actively ignoring me. I lifted the statue of Ashibo from the desk as silently as I could and slipped it into my gym bag. I had just gotten it hidden inside when she turned to reach for the packing tape.

"Oh," she said, surprised. Are you still here?"

"Yeah. I was just wondering if there was some way you could get a note to the Doc for me?"

"Absolutely not. I told you, he is not to have any communications with this university or its student body. I think you should go now." She went back to her work, plainly dismissing me. So I picked up my gym bag and left.

While I was walking back my dorm, I started rolling things over in my head. I had the statue--maybe I could use it to help the team? Doc used to claim that once a subject was trained to respond to a visual trigger, anybody could use the trigger to induce the subject into a trance. By now all of us on the team were pretty well-conditioned to the statue and the trigger phrases--maybe I could use them to continue Doc's work with the team? I could get a few books on hypnosis from the library, read up on it. I figured it couldn't be that hard, now that Doc had done most of the groundwork. Certainly couldn't hurt to try, at least.

All I had to do was get up the guts to try it.

Clay was reading a textbook at his desk when I came in. His jaw dropped when I told him about what the department secretary had said. "Damn ..." was all he could say. He liked Doc too.

We talked a couple more minutes, really superficial stuff about how Doc had helped us in our sports and study skills, and what a shame it was Doc got shoved out so fast, without even a chance to say goodbye. Neither of us mentioned the sex--I wasn't even sure Clay remembered it.

Clay went back to his studying, and I got busy doing my stuff. I kept glancing over at Clay. He was sitting there in just a pair of white briefs, his back to me, and I liked the way his muscles shifted under his skin when he would move to turn a page or give a heavy sigh as he read. Just watching him made me horny, and I suddenly realized how much I'd miss how Doc let me do sexy things with Clay.

That stature of Ashibo seemed to be calling me from inside my gym bag, like it wanted to come out or something. I guess I'd want out of a tight place where some jock stuffed his sweaty workout clothes, too.

I had this wicked idea. Clay had been conditioned to respond to the statue and key words, too. I could try them out on him--if they worked for him, they'd probably work for the wrestling team and I'd be a hero. And if Clay jacked off or blew me or let me fuck him, well, that would just be a bonus.

I pulled the statue out of my gym bag. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I cradled the statue in my arm like Doc did, kind of stroking the back of its neck the way he did too.

"Clay, look at this."

He turned around in his chair and his eyes found the statue, found Ashibo's eyes. "That's it," I said, seeing it already start to happen in Clay's eyes. "Just relax and look deeply into Ashibo's eyes. Listen carefully, Clay." I took a deep breath, then said it firmly, like Doc would. "Ashibo is watching: relax."

End ... for now?