When I woke up and went to get up, Chad stopped me. “You’ll be fine, you just bumped your head,” he told me. I nodded and turned to my side, where Todd was sitting on his shins, crotch nearly at eye level. “We got lucky, we were able to stop you and Darren before you came,” he said. I turned and looked at Todd. He’s not one of them. You must be wrong. If you would have cum, they would know, right?
“Yeah, we’re lucky,” I said, standing up despite the others’ protests.
“I hate to say it, but I feel really dirty after that,” Todd said. “I wanna go take a shower, but I think somebody should come with me, you know, as cover.”
“Yeah, Chad, why don’t you go?” I said. “You’re big enough to take care of yourself.”
“That’s a good idea, strength in numbers, especially in the locker room,” Craig said. We all agreed and those two began to leave. Todd’s dirty? Your dick was in his ass, of all the dirty places on the planet!
“Uh, not to—nothing against you Todd, but I’d kinda like to clean up too,” I said. Everyone agreed that three was better than two, two guards at the shower entrance, one person showering. We got downstairs, and Todd stripped naked at his locker, then streaked across the room, carrying only his towel towards the shower. When he reached the entrance to the shower, where Chad and I were posted at the door like guards, he stopped, lifted his right leg and let out a huge fart.
“Little gift for you guys,” he said, entering the shower room. He turned the water on and we could hear him humming from behind us. You shouldn’t be in the locker room too long, especially since Chris is always seeming to get people there.
“You know, we should probably expedite the process. I’m gonna go grab my stuff from my locker,” I told Chad. He looked at me.
“You sure?” he asked nervously. I chuckled.
“You’ll be fine. You’ve got a syringe and I’ll be gone 30 seconds.” I told him. Steam billowed out of the shower room between us. He nodded and I headed to my locker, grabbing my things and heading back to the shower room, with a towel and my boxers on. Chad turned to me.
“Least you’re more accommodating than Todd,” he said, noticing that I wasn’t going to be streaking across the locker room.
“Hey now,” Todd said, from behind Chad. Chad turned around and saw that Todd was wearing only a pair of white spandex. Chad tried to inject him with the syringe, but for some reason, I grabbed his arm. Todd grabbed Chad’s throat. “Look into my eyes,” he said, forcing Chad to look at him. “Yes, yes, fall deeper,” he said. Chad dropped the syringe. “Good, good,” Todd remarked. He slipped his hand into his spandex and pulled out his hard dick. He’d obviously been stroking it in the shower, as it looked as though it was about to pop. “How do you kill two birds with one stone?” he asked, rubbing his cock until he squirted his milky white cum in his left hand. He slid his right middle finger through the palm of his hand, collecting a portion of his semen, then put his finger in my mouth. I sucked it down, and could feel the power roll into my body and go into hiding until it came out and forced my body into submission. He circled around behind us and slid in behind Chad, and while rubbing his dick with his right hand, Todd put his left hand over Chad’s mouth. “Yes, drink,” he said. For a second Chad seemed to fight, but soon, he was sucking Todd’s cum off of his hand. “It is in you both, soon you’ll forget this, and soon, you will serve us.”
I felt pretty refreshed after my shower. Todd insisted he needed to head home and would be fine, so he left the rest of us, Chad, Ryan, Craig, Darren and I in the lab. We continued looking through everything and waited until another batch of antidote had incubated (we have nearly 30 vials now) and decided it was also time to call it a night. Chad insisted that since Craig had been doing all the chemical work that we let him go get some rest while the rest of us cleaned up. Craig obliged and headed out, leaving the four of us in the lab.
“We should get these antidotes in the safe,” Ryan said. We each grabbed a set of six and headed for the store room. Once in there, Ryan began to unlock the safe when the roar of a fart came from the door. Ryan, Darren and I spun around to see Chad bent over in the doorway releasing his gas into the room. We all began backing towards the far corner of the room. We were almost there when Ryan stopped backing away. Chad walked into the room and threw down the vials he had been carrying.
“That’s right, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” Chad said. Ryan dropped his vials onto the floor, shattering half of our defense. Ryan walked over to Chad and dropped to his knees. Chad pulled out his magnum and Ryan began to lick it. Darren turned to me.
“We’ve got to do something!” he said, grabbing a vial and a syringe. I wanted to help him, but something stopped me.
“My mind, it’s changing…” I said. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, everything was clear. I grabbed Darren by the throat. “You will serve us,” I commanded, but he stabbed me in the neck. When I woke up, I was told that Craig had returned and injected Chad. However, our supply of the antidote was beginning to wane and we had no supplies remaining to replenish it.
The next morning, we all went to class with syringes and met in the library at lunch. Ryan had gotten Jake back, while I had gotten Josh. We all loaded up with syringes and made our plans. Chad would get Lance, Josh would get Jason, and I would get Adam.
Chad and Josh both arrived in their fourth period class together in an attempt to bring down Lance and Jason. Both sat in front of their prospective target in the class. Midway through class, Lance whispered in Chad’s ear “I’ve got something you want to see.” Lance headed out of the room and Chad followed.
Meanwhile, I got into my class and had my eyes on Adam. Unfortunately for me, we weren’t allowed hall passes in this period, so I’d somehow have to figure out how to inject Adam without leaving the room. Adam sat across from me in the class. It’d be difficult to get him back.
A few minutes had passed since Chad had left fourth period and Josh was beginning to get concerned for his friend, when he felt a tickle on his neck. “Come with me and you’ll be able to help your friend,” Jason said, as he turned and headed out of the room. Josh followed, first because Chad might be in trouble, but secondly because he was assigned to take out Jason. Josh followed at a safe distance, until he reached the entrance to the locker room and peeked in. There he saw Jason and Lance from behind, flanking someone in a black zentai suit with the hood hanging behind him. In front of them, he saw Chad standing, buck naked. Josh was careful not to make a sound.
“Your mind is weak, your will is pathetic,” Lance said. “You want to belong.”
“Yes,” Chad said.
“Give your body to your master, let him make you an instrument,” Lance said. Chad nodded and headed towards the man in black. The man in black tilted his neck, revealing a veiny black lesion on his neck. Chad put his mouth to the contusion and began sucking.
“Yes, you will serve me,” a demonic voice said. “Yes, surrender your entire self to me, you will end and we will begin.” Chad pulled away and turned to the bench, unfolding a dark silver zentai suit and slowly sliding his frame into it. His hard, eight-inch cock was outlined in the suit. Suddenly from behind, Eric and Luke grabbed Josh and drug him into the locker room before Chad. Josh struggled to break free, until he fell into Chad’s eyes, which had turned into black. Josh fell to his knees, while Chad slipped his oversized member out of the suit through a small hole and into Josh’s mouth. Josh sucked Chad off until he exploded in his mouth. Chad slipped his dick back into the suit and Josh rose.
“What is thy bidding my master?” he asked.
After fourth hour, we all went to our lockers. I was getting my books out when Chad arrived at his locker. “Hey, how’d it go?” I asked.
“Josh and I took care of business,” he replied. “Were you able to get Adam back?”
“Yeah, got him,” I replied. Chad nodded.
“I was gonna say, I have class with him next hour,” Chad said. I nodded and we went to our next classes.
After class, Chad approached Ryan and me. “Hey guys, I’ve got a question. How many syringes of antidote do we have?” he asked. I looked at Ryan.
“Six,” he replied. “But Craig skipped school today to go and try to get more supplies.”
“Well, Lance, Adam and I were talking in shop that we should try to get as many people as we can after practice tonight. Five of us, six syringes, maybe we should take it all down there,” Chad suggested. Ryan agreed. We determined that he and I would retrieve the syrum out of the chem lab safe before practice and the five of us would try to get as many people back as we could.
We distributed the syringes to each other and hid them in our lockers prior to practice. I kept the extra syringe in my locker. Each of us made an excuse with coach for why we had to leave early, so we could get to the locker room and set up our plan. Lance and I got downstairs first, and we both opened our lockers to get our syringes. Ryan and Chad arrived next, with Ryan going to his locker (next to mine), while Chad’s locker was on the other side of Lance from me.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Chad yelled. He jumped up onto the bench in front of my locker, bent over and broke the loudest wind I’ve ever heard.
“Dude!” Ryan yelled, having some distance between himself and Chad’s toxins. Lance closed his locker and began stripping, while Chad ripped off his practice clothes, revealing himself covered neck to toe in spandex. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t react. Ryan, on the other hand, grabbed the syringe from his locker and rushed up, stabbing Chad in the leg. Chad hopped down from the bench, while Adam arrived in the locker room and put Ryan in a headlock. Chad walked up to Ryan, while I stood, frozen in place.
“That may work on master’s slaves, but I am no slave. I am his servant,” Chad told Ryan. He touched Ryan’s cheek. “And you will be my slave.” With that, Adam pinned Ryan up against the lockers and began taking him from behind. Chad circled around me and looked me in the eyes. “And you,” he said. “Kneel before your new master,” he commanded. I fell to my knees. He turned to Lance.
“Make him one of us,” he said. Lance stepped in front of me and pulled his cock out of his spandex. In moments I would be Chad’s slave. But for the moment, I realized the syringe I had dropped was next to my hand, so I grabbed it and stabbed Lance in the leg. He fell back, wincing in pain, while Chad stepped up to me and picked me up, drawing me into his black eyes.
“You will not remember me,” he said, and I passed out.