High School Reunion

by Albatross

 

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The call from my high school reunion committee caught me off guard.  It

was hard to believe that 10 years had slipped by so fast.  My software development

company had taken off after college and I had not looked back on the torment of my high school years.  Still, as they began to hit me up for a donation for the reunion, I decided it would be nice to rub my success in the noses of those who had caused me so much grief in high school.  In fact, their old AV geek would have some surprises in store to keep it interesting.

 

The reunion’s banquet hall held the perfect acoutics for my plan.  I volunteered to set up the sound system and added a little light show out of the goodness of my heart.  I had been working on a software program for Alzheimer’s patients that visually stimulates the dopamine levels in the neocortex of the brain to enhance memory.  When I found two of my lab assistants in a catatonic state after testing the program, I realized I had stumbled onto something even more powerful.  They now assist me in ways they could never have dreamed. 

 

I spotted our old quarterback, Wade Hanson, in the back of the room.  He had not let his rugged good looks fade like most of the balding pot-bellied ex-jocks.  And his eyes were the same ethereal blue.  I could still hear the taunts of “faggot” that he berated me with every day at school until I had burst into tears.  He had a slightly glazed look about him that told me that my techno mix was having the desired trance-inducing effect.   

 

“Hello, Wade.  Remember me?” I said.

 

“Sorry Dude.  High School is a little hazy.  Were you on the football team?

 

“No, I’ve bulked up since high school.  I’m Sam Woodburn.  You used to stuff me in my locker.”

 

“Oh yeah.  Sam.  That was hysterical.  You would cry like a little...”

 

“Deep sleep.”

 

Wade slurred the final word then his head drooped.  I could now speak directly into his consciousness.  The music had removed all resistance.

 

“Wade, when you open your eyes you will find that you cannot move.  Your mind and

body are now mine to do with as I desire.  Your body will obey all of my commands

regardless of how humiliating your mind may believe them to be.  But I want you to becompletely aware of everything that’s happening to you and that will happen to you.  OK now.  Wide awake.

 

“What the fuck?  I can’t move.  What’d you do to me you little cocksucker?”

 

“There’s an idea.  Follow me into the hallway.  You can only speak in a whisper now.”

 

Wade’s body reponded jerkily as he tried to resist, but he had lost all control.

 

“Kneel,” I said.

 

Wade fell to his knees.

 

“Listen, you pervert.  The police are going to here about this...”

 

“Oh, I want everyone to hear about it.  In fact, you’re going to tell them all about it, but first since you’re so fond of the word cocksucker, you’re going to take a few lessons. Now, unzip my pants with your teeth.”

 

The rush of power had gone to my extremities so I popped out ready for my tutoring

session.

 

“Now take it in your mouth,” I said.

 

“That’s sick.  I’m not taking that into my mmmmmm.”

 

“Slowly, back and forth.  Now lick around the tip.  You sure you haven’t done this

before?”

 

I came with full force and pulled his head closer to shoot down his throat.  I compelled him to lick up the last drops from the floor.

 

“Are you married, Wade?  You must tell me only the truth.”

 

“Yes”

 

“Well, I have a feeling I’m saving your wife from a lot of work she doesn’t want.  From

now on, your little pecker there will only respond to another man’s touch.  Your own

hand won’t do it.  You’ll just be a little eunuch in the harem unless you can find another guy to get you hard.  You can keep all those homophobic feelings.  That will just make it all the more embarrasing for when the unbearable sexual longing builds up and you are forced to find a gay partner for relase.”

 

“Please don’t.  I’m no fag.  I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I’m so sorry for

anything I did in the past,” Wade said.

 

“Well, you always called me a crybaby, but it looks like you’re the one blubbering now. In fact, let’s open up your sensitive side.  I want you to cry more in public now.  Huge sobbing fits of tears over sentimental long distance commercials, touchdowns, sales meetings...”

 

“Wade, what’s up dude?”  Steve Carlson, one of the jocks, had wandered into the

hallway.  He squinted to see if what he thought he saw was really taking place.”

 

“Deep Sleep, Steve,” I said.  Steve had been the one to call me piggy in high school

because of the slight weight problem I had then.  I could feel my cheeks burn red when I thought about it. 

 

“Steve, when you awake I want you to feel hungry.  You will always feel hungry.  But

you will find that you can no longer eat with your hands.  You must shove your face into any food you eat.  You can try to hide this for as long as possible, but the hunger will win out in public.  I want you diving into salad bars like a trough, snorting and sniffing like a wild boar.  Before bed every night, I want you to eat an entire chocolate cake.  You can exerise all you want, but you will put on at least 300 pounds by this time next year.  I also want you to visit a cosmetic surgeon and have your nose permanently tipped up into a pig’s snout.  If he is reluctant to do this, you will triple his fee.  Wide awake.”

 

“What’s going on here?” Steve said.

 

“Get out while you can,” said Wade.

 

“Why don’t the two of you get to know each other a little better?  Steve, you and Wade will act like gay porn stars.  Strip for each other, then I want you to take Wade’s cherry.” 

 

“I’m sorry, dude,” said Wade.  Wade reached over and gave a long slow french kiss to Steve.  They were improvising nicely.  They provacatively stripped off their clothes and Wade pumped on Steve’s cock with his hand to bring it to life.  Steve flung Wade to his knees and thrust into him again and again.  They were writing like animals and grunting from the depths of desire just as several other female guests made their way into the hallway.  I was really looking forward to the next reunion.

 

 

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