The Deal – Ch. 2
By - firstname.lastname@example.org
published June 25, 2020
A powerful CEO buys a college sports team for business and pleasure
The Deal (by Mafisto)
[Please take the time to comment, it fuels my writing. Fantasy Casting: Adam Gregory as Gregory Dolham]
The lawyer showered, got dressed and left, back to his normal self except for his being totally enslaved to Daryl. Housekeeping removed all traces of his visit.
An hour later, the room phone rang.
“Hello, sir,” said the man on the phone with a calm, tenor voice. “I’m assistant coach Victor Wagarin. I wanted to let you know that I’m back in my room and so’s our track and field star, Drew Jenkins.”
“That was quick,” Daryl said. “Is Wicked already over?”
“Well, that’s the thing,” said Victor. “Drew doesn’t like musicals and he wanted to explore the city a little so we gave away our tickets to a couple who really wanted to see the show. I know you wanted to see everyone at some point. Do you want us to come to your room?“
Daryl frowned, his pulse speeding. The ungrateful brats! He would make sure they pay for that offense.
“I guess now would be a good time,” he answered, flatly and with a deeper tone. “Could you bring Greggy… the lawyer… Mr. Dolham with you? He’s in room 6004, right next to yours.”
Ten minutes later, Daryl opened the door to the shy blond blue-eyed assistant coach (in a beige jacket and tie), the thin and energetic raven-haired athlete (in jeans and black T-shirt), and the still stunningly handsome lawyer (in his power suit and spiced cologne). The lawyer’s smirk had vanished though, now that he was Daryl’s obedient slave.
“Come in,” Daryl said with a smile. "Sit, sit, sit, I’m so glad to meet you two. Victor, isn’t it? And Drew.”
His guests shuffled their feet forward a few steps, barely making eye contact. The lawyer followed behind the other two. Daryl closed the door behind him, then walked up to the athletes, squeezing Gregory’s butt cheek along the way.
“Sit,” Daryl repeated with insistence. His three guests sat on the gray sofas, while he sat on a beige armchair which he dragged closer to the group.
“You wanted to meet us?" asked Victor, his shiny blue eyes suddenly looking straight at Daryl. “So here we are," he concluded with a little awkward laugh.
Daryl discreetly turned a dial underneath the right arm of his armchair, similar to the one under the table, but this time he also turned on a switch right next to it. Immediately, the two athletes winced. Drew shook his head, and Victor put his fingers on his temple. Gregory just twitched.
“Everything ok?” asked Daryl innocently.
“Sure,” said Victor. “Just a headache… Probably the excitement.”
“Dude,” said Drew, “my head is pounding… But it’s fading…”
“Good, I’m sure it’ll pass,” said Daryl. “Now did Mr. Dolham explain what was in the contract we just signed earlier?”
Victor moved his hands to his lap and cleared his throat. “Sure,” he said. "You’re donating money to the department.”
“Not exactly, Mr. Wagarin,” said Daryl. “Actually, I bought Bayshore College’s athletics department. In essence, it’s like Drew and you now belong to me.”
Drew turned towards Victor in shock. “What the f…” he said.
“Excuse me," said Victor, glaring at Daryl with a furrowed brow. “I don’t think that’s…” He looked distracted. “Sorry, my head is still buzzing for some reason.”
“Mine too,” said Drew, wincing. “But what’s all this about belonging to someone? I don’t belong to anyone."
“It’s just a figure of speech,” offered the lawyer diplomatically. “Still, legally, it’s something like that."
“Don’t worry about it!” said Daryl with a dismissive hand wave. And just like that, all signs of worry vanished from their faces.
“So,” said Daryl enthusiastically. “I’m eager to know more about you two. Tell me about yourselves!”
“I was quarterback at Bayshore 6 years ago,” said Victor. “I led our team to the regional finals. They hired me last year as assistant coach.”
“Nice,” said Daryl, nodding in approval.
“Drew here is our star sprinter,” Victor continued. “He clocks in not far below the world-record holder in both 200m and 400m. I dare say he’s a likely candidate to represent the US in the next Olympics.”
“We’re still a long way from that,” said Drew. “Still need a lot of training.” He held back his shoulders, smiling in a satisfied way.
“Impressive,” said Daryl. “I probably got a good deal after all, didn’t I, Mr. Durham?”
Everyone’s attention shifted to the lawyer, who said: “I’d say a fair deal,” he said. “Let’s not forget you’ve also been very generous with my clients.”
“Well, I’m about to be even more generous,” said Daryl. As they looked back at him, he noticed their lusterless eyes and subtle lethargy, signs that the magnetic fields had now properly permeated their brains. Time for the fun to begin.
“Drew, I have a little gift for you,” said Daryl with a twinkle in his eyes. He picked up a box on the side of his chair and placed it on the coffee table. “When you open this box, you’ll see it contains the best uniform you could wish for. It’s top of the line. Lycra shorts and top, with aerodynamic tweaks to recuse wind resistance. There’s also socks and a pair of New Balance Men’s 100v3.”
Drew eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. He wrung his hands together and said: “Thanks! I’m so curious! Can I open it now?”
“Sure,” said Daryl.
Drew carefully opened the cardboard box and a wide grin appeared on his face. Victor gasped.
“It’s just perfect,” Drew said, fumbling within the box. “Exactly my size. It’s really mine?”
“Of course,” said Daryl. “One condition — I want you to try it on for me. You see the folding screen over there, in the corner of the room?”
“I didn’t see any screen…” said Drew as he turned his head in the direction Daryl pointed at. “OK, yeah I see it. Kinda hard to miss.”
“Why don’t you change into your uniform in privacy over there and show us how it fits?” said Daryl.
“Sure,” said Drew. He brought the box with him to the corner of the room, ecstatic.
“That’s a fantastic gift, Mr. Homstader,” said Victor. “I’m starting to be really happy you bought our department.”
Daryl flashed his open palm at him and stared eagerly in the corner where Drew stood.
In reality, the box had been empty and there was no screen. The switch he had flipped earlier overlaid a hallucinogenic field over the main compliance field he had previously used. His three guests would see anything he told them was there.
Drew, convinced he was in complete privacy, pulled his t-shirt off. His broad shoulders narrowed into a tight lean torso and quarter-sized cherry nips perked up his defined pecs. After removing his shoes and socks, he detached his jeans. He let them drop from his slender legs. He wore fancy trunk underwear, black with colored shapes and a large pink waistband. As he stepped out of his jeans, Daryl could only stare at the huge bulge barely contained inside the trunks.
Drew proceeded then to put on his imaginary uniform, including his imaginary shoes, He then stepped out from behind the screen, looking at himself appreciatively, then walked back towards the group, smiling, unaware he was almost nude.
“It fits me like a glove,” he said. “I can hardly feel it. I’m sure it can shave 5 seconds at least from my time.”
“Turn around,” said Daryl.
Drew did, presenting his sleek bare back beneath which his tight trunks outlined a shapely butt.
Victor said. “It really is perfect for him. I can’t wait to see how it will affect his performance.”
“I have one for you too,” said Daryl, offering another closed, empty box to Victor. “Inside that box is a complete assistant coach uniform that projects style and leadership. Complete with running shoes and socks. Go try it on.”
Victor accepted the box with astonishment. “There are no words…” he said. “Thanks. Sure, I’ll try it on right away.”
He hurried towards the corner of the room behind the imaginary screen. He took off his beige jacket, then his tie, and then unbuttoned his light blue dress shirt. Daryl stared with lust as the assistant coach gradually exposed his tanned well-defined upper body. Once Victor was barefoot, he detached his dress pants and took them off carefully. After miming putting on the imaginary uniform, he came back towards the group wearing only grey trunks with red trim.
“How do I look?” he asked, nodding in approval.
“Seriously coach, that uniform means respect,” said Drew. “I can’t see anyone giving you attitude while you’re wearing this.”
Daryl took in the fantastic sight of these gorgeous athletes standing before him, completely oblivious they were only in their underwear. The hair on the back of his neck started to stand up. He felt his cock thickening in his pants.
He moved close to them, enough to feel the heat from their bare bodies, to smell the musk of their deodorant, and to see the sheen of sweat on their pecs. He grabbed Victor’s, then Drew’s shoulders; he then stroked Victor’s, then Drew’s sides. He then proceeded to grope them here and there, from chest to thighs.
Having basked in the field at intensity 1 for a little while now, they didn’t show any resistance, treating his touch as the one from a tailor. To them, it looked as if he was adjusting their uniforms: they were not aware he was touching their bare skin.
Daryl was getting really horny though, so he walked back to the armchair and turned the dial up a notch. Victor and Drew’s knees buckled as their faces contorted in pain. Yet, a few seconds later, their bodies relaxed as they stood straight up again with foolish smiles.
“So, Victor and Drew, how do you feel right now?”
“Reaaaaaaalllly good, sir,” said Victor.
“I’m soooooo happy right now,” said Drew. “Soooo chill.”
“I’m glad the uniforms please you. It’s my way of proving I will truly help your entire department shine. In exchange though, our deal gives me a certain authority over you.”
They looked at him, vaguely confused. “Auth… Authi… Authority?” asked Victor.
“For example, I’m allowed to know private things about you two, in case they affect my investment. For instance, Victor, do you have a girlfriend?”
Victor looked a bit confused. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
"What’s her private, intimate name for you?”
“Hmm, I’m not really sure I want to… Hmm…,” said Victor, clearly uneasy. He tried to resist, but then started to loosely smile, his eyes getting unfocused. “Wuggles. She calls me Wuggles… Because I like to hug and cuddle."
He giggled, prompting Drew to giggle as well. The lawyer was just sitting quietly with a placid smile.
“Wuggles?” said Drew. “I never pictured you as a Wuggles, Coach.” He chuckled, moving his hand to hide his mouth.
“Your turn, Drew," said Daryl.
“Yes, sir…” answered Drew, a bit apprehensive.
“Are you circumcised?”
Both Drew and Victor flashed their eyes in alarm. Then Drew seemed to relax, and said, playfully: “I don’t want to tell you that! It’s really rude asking a question like that. Pervy, even,” he said, then started chuckling again. “Pervy!”
"Mr. Durham, you know why our contract requires him to answer. Please explain it to him.”
Gregory seemed taken aback. “What? Oh… Yes, now that Mr. Homstader owns the Athletics Department, all physical characteristics of its members must be disclosed to him on demand. You have to answer or be expelled.”
“Expelled?” said Drew, slightly upset. "Isn’t that a bit drastic? It’s really private, you know, we’re talking about my… private parts…”
“The two of you will have to accept that you are now my property. Nothing about you can stay private when it comes to me,” said Daryl. He sighed in exasperation. “So Drew, you understand you absolutely must describe to me your private parts in great detail. You just have no choice."
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” said Drew, slightly slurring his words. "Yeah, I’m circumcised. And my dick is pretty thick and long, like 8 inches. Big balls. Girls are always impressed when they see it. But I’m a shower, not a grower.“
“Good, good, now you accept your situation better.”
“Yeah, but it kinda sucks. I don’t like it,” protested Drew.
“Well, as an athlete, you’re trained to push your limits. I’m sure Coach Wuggles here can agree to that.”
“Yes, that’s right. Push your… Hey!” he suddenly reacted. “Don’t call me Coach Wuggles.”
“Since I own you, I can call you by any name you want,” said Daryl. Victor looked inquisitively at Gregory, who just nodded in confirmation.
“So, let’s get more intimate here, Coach Wuggles,” said Daryl. “Tell me when was the last time you masturbated."
Victor blanched and his knees buckled again. "What kind of a question is that?” he asked, astounded. “I never told something like that to anyone, including my girlfriend, I can’t…”
“I can ask you anything I want,” said Daryl, in a strong voice. After some hesitation, Victor capitulated and loosened up.
“Last time I masturbated was after we got here, in the shower."
“Ewwww,” said Drew. “I used that shower right after you did.”
“Tell me how it went, Coach Wuggles. What fantasy was in your head, and how did you jerk off exactly."
Victor suddenly became very glib, as if he wanted to get it over with.
“I was fantasizing that Drew’s girlfriend Cynthia came to look over for him at the school, and that he wasn’t there. And that I was in the schools shower naked when she came in, and she initially thought I was Drew. And that she liked what she saw and started sucking me off.”
Drew listened in stunned silence.
“While I fantasized that, I started jerking in long slow motions, but I got real excited when she detached her blouse and in my mind the water made her bra transparent. And I just came right there, there was cum everywhere in that shower."
“You fucking bastard!” said Drew, turning towards his coach in anger. As he was about to strike Victor, Daryl said. “Stop! All your anger is melting away.” Drew immediately stopped and his face relaxed.
“Drew, you actually have a similar fantasy where you come into the locker room and find Cynthia giving oral sex to Coach Wuggles in the shower. And you just watch, and watching turns you on. Isn’t that right?"
“No way!” said Drew, but he appeared to hesitate. "It’s just ridiculous, that’s not something I’d… I’m not so sure… Fuck, I think I do. I do have that fantasy.“
“OK,” said Daryl. “Now that you’ve shared these intimate details with me, I must be more honest with you. You see, I was really offended you discarded your Wicked tickets I so generously gave you. I am enraged.”
The two half-naked athletes looked shocked. “I didn’t think… I really apologize,” said Victor.
“It was my fault, sir,” said Drew. “I’m the one who didn’t want to go and Coach Wug…, sorry Coach Wagarin, had to stay with me.”
Daryl sat on the edge of his armchair. “Come here, Sprinterboy.”
Drew hesitantly approached Daryl.
“I need to punish you, Sprinterboy, you understand?” said Daryl. “I have to maintain good discipline within the department. Just stand to my left and lie down over my lap.”
“What?” asked Drew in disbelief. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ll spank you, Drew. That’s what you deserve.”
“This is ridiculous…” Drew whispered, arms flailing about, glancing at Victor and Gregory for support. Both were looking down at the floor. Neither of them challenged Daryl.
Drew reluctantly moved to Daryl’s side and awkwardly lowered his bare upper body over his lap, hands on the floor and butt sticking slightly up. Daryl could feel the weight and warmth of the young man’s fit body and the distinct feel of his genitalia pressed against his thigh.
He spanked him once over his trunks, making Drew gasp. He then continued, more and more forcefully, as the athlete writhed over his lap. When Daryl eventually paused, Drew painfully said: “I learned my lesson now… Can I get up?”
“No, no,” said Daryl. “It was a grave offense you did, Sprinterboy. You deserve another round.”
Daryl pulled Drew’s trunks down to completely expose his butt.
“It’s just your uniform shorts,” said Daryl, making Drew hallucinate his butt was still covered by his underwear. But there is was, Drew’s butt, in all its naked lean glory.
“Listen up you all,” said Daryl. “Even though you know I am merely punishing Sprinterboy here, your dirty minds will see the spanking as sexual, and you’ll all be aroused by it, including Sprinterboy himself. Can’t resist it. Just a natural reaction.”
Daryl then proceeded to strike Drew’s naked butt, one strong strike every second. He could feel Drew’s package stiffening on his thigh.
Victor suddenly seemed to notice he was getting a boner in his gray trunks, and tried to hide it by holding his hands over his crotch.
When Drew’s butt had taken on an obvious red tint, Daryl began to absent-mindedly knead the young man’s butt cheeks, peeking at his virgin asshole. “OK, Sprinterboy,” he finally said. “You can stand up now.”
Drew stood up, his underwear still down in the back and, to Victor’s delight, his half-hard monster of a cock sticking out of his trunks’ waistband by half an inch or so. Embarrassed, the star athlete readjusted his underwear and he walked back to stand next to his aroused coach, humiliated.
“Victor and Drew, cheer up now,” said Daryl. “Drew took one for the team, and you’re both proud that he did.”
At this time, the intensity 2 field had reached its most potent effect, and their attitude changed in a snap.
“Way to go Drew! One for the team!” said Victor, as they high-fived each other. As they did, Drew happened to glance down and saw his coach’s thick bulge pushing into his trunks. Drew gasped in shock.
“I completely forgot the best part of your uniforms!” said Victor enthusiastically. “I bought you the most comfortable jockstraps ever. Look at these beauties!”
He dangled imaginary jockstraps in front of their faces.
“They look really comfortable,” said Victor.
“Why don’t you both wear them under your new uniforms? Go put them on behind the screen.”
“Sure,” Drew said, and they moved to the corner of the room.
With their backs to each other and to Daryl, they started miming taking their uniform pants down, then slid down their real underwear. Daryl could only see their bare backsides, Victor’s dimpled tanned butt and Drew’s still reddened ass. They then gestured putting on the imaginary jockstraps followed by their imaginary uniform pants.
The two athletes then turned around and walked back towards Daryl in full frontal nudity, their deflating dicks and balls jiggling freely. Both were convinced they were in full uniform.
“Very soft and comfy, I must say,” said Victor.
“Yeah, I feel everything tightly in place, but not too tight. No pinching,” said Drew, adjusting his imaginary lycra shorts.
Daryl barely listened to what they were saying as his eyes were completely fixated on Drew’s humongous semi-soft cock hanging between his legs. He had not lied, it was cut, thick and almost 10 inches long, with meaty balls. He also had just a hint of dark pubic hair.
The sight of the star athlete casually posing for him, completely unaware he was stark naked, was making Daryl cream his boxers.
Victor’s dick was more modest, thin and about 6 inches semi-soft. He also had just a sprinkle of blond pubic hair.
“Turn around you two,” said Daryl. “I want to see if the jockstraps fit well under your shorts.”
They turned around, presenting their naked backsides to him.
“Bend over guys,” said Daryl. “Hands on the floor.”
Zonked as they now were, they simply obeyed without question.
Daryl moved right behind them, examining their exposed anuses with delight.
“OK, you can stand and face me again,” he said, moving back to his armchair. Daryl was now so turned on he had to picture dead relatives to avoid cumming right there and then.
“Greggy-boy, go back to your room. You’ve served your purpose.”
Daryl waited until the lawyer was gone and said: “I think we’re ready to take this up a notch.”
He turned the dial once again. As it started to effect the two nude athletes, he grew impatient and turned it up yet another notch.
The field, now at intensity 4, made his guests close their eyes and brain freeze for a good 20 seconds from pure shock. When they reopened their eyes, they just stared blankly in front of them. Their postures relaxed. They were completely under his control at this point.
“You are my property,” said Daryl, “and your most important role in life is to obey me and please me. Your bodies belong to me and it makes you extremely proud to be my property, because it will help make the athletic department the best it can be. In fact, your pride manifests as sexual arousal in my presence. You lose all your inhibitions when you are with me. There’s nothing that shocks you or disgusts you anymore.”
He got up and grabbed both Victor’s and Drew’s cocks, playing with them as he continued:
“You will address me as sir whenever you talk to me, it’s the polite thing to do. When I touch you, it makes you feel honored that a powerful person like me takes an interest in you, and my touch will jolt your body with sexual pleasure. You will now be aware you’re naked and hard, but you won’t care.”
Daryl felt the cocks stiffening in his hands, but the athletes didn’t react or move, they just gently swayed. He let go of their hardons and stepped back a bit.
It took ten seconds before Victor and Drew started to become their normal selves again. They looked down at themselves, had a brief moment of panic, but that quickly passed and they soon seemed completely at ease with their nudity and erections.
“So, I guess we’re naked,” said Drew. “Whatever.”
“Who cares anyway,” said Victor. “We belong to Mr. Homstader now, there’s no shame in him seeing us in the nude.”
Daryl told the athletes: “I’m way overdressed. Take off my clothes. The more of my skin you see, the more aroused you’ll get.”
“Yes, sir,” both young men said as they stepped forward with no hesitation.
Victor kneeled and started removing Daryl’s shoes and socks, while Drew removed Daryl’s suit and tie. Daryl basked in the attention; the touch of his two gorgeous naked slaves comforted and excited him.
As soon as he was barefoot, Victor gave a little moan and caressed himself for a moment, staring at Daryl’s feet. Then, as Drew started to unbutton Daryl’s shirt, Victor detached his pants. As their master’s chest and legs were gradually revealed, the athletes groaned and touched themselves, their dicks getting juicy from pre-cum.
“I’m getting so horny,” said Drew, “I never thought I’d enjoy stripping a dude so much.” His warm hands lightly brushed against Daryl’s chest as he removed the shirt.
Victor had removed Daryl’s pants completely, and was now jerking himself off with one hand. He pulled Daryl’s boxers down with the other hand. When Daryl was finally nude, it drove both of them wild as they contemplated Daryl’s body, jerking themselves vigorously.
“You won’t be able to cum for now,” said Daryl, fearing they’d soon reach a point of no return.
They groaned and moaned and twisted, but they remained just on the brink of orgasm.
“Coach Wuggles,” said Daryl as he sat back in the armchair, “you have the responsibility of protecting Sprinterboy this weekend, don’t you? Make sure he’s not taken advantage of?”
“Yes, sir, I’m the team’s guardian for the weekend, along with the coach. Drew is under my protection.”
“So you have to make sure he’s not sexually violated, for example.”
“Yes sir,” said Victor, appalled. “I could never let something like that happen.”
“Good,” said Daryl. He turned to Drew and said: “Sprinterboy, get on all fours in front of me. Push your butt up and start licking my cock. Coach Wuggles, get behind him and eat his ass.”
Apparently not seeing the irony, both athletes said: “Yes, sir,” and obeyed to the letter. Drew took the position and started to lick clean Daryl’s copiously leaking cock as his coach started to tongue his asshole.
“Sprinterboy, give me the best blow job you ever wish you had.”
“Yes sir,” the raven-haired student said, as he engulfed Daryl’s cock voraciously and started sucking heartily on the shaft. Daryl guided his rhythm by moving his head with one hand; his other hand wandered over Drew’s ripped shoulders.
“Awwww yeah,” Daryl groaned. “Suck your master like a good Sprinterboy.” The track and field athlete tried to respond but since his mouth was full, Daryl couldn’t understand a word.
Daryl was enjoying himself but he remained fascinated by Drew’s cock. He just had to taste it.
“That’s ok for now, Sprinterboy,” he said. “Stand up. Coach Wuggles, you will now finger Sprinterboy’s butthole.”
After they complied, Daryl knelt in front of the enslaved star athlete and started to lick his meaty erection. He tasted drops of pre-cum from the slit. As he used the tip of his tongue to probe deeper, he was driving Drew to the apex of sexual ecstasy.
“When I squeeze your ass, Sprinterboy,” said Daryl, “you will immediately cum.”
He then took Drew’s entire shaft into his mouth, almost gagging on its almost 12 inches, now that it was fully erect. He could smell the pungent aroma of college boy sweat and the musk of the athlete’s crotch. With Victor’s invasion of Drew’s ass with his fingers and Daryl’s intense sucking, Drew trembled in sexual euphoria.
Daryl then forcefully grabbed both the boy’s ass cheeks and squeezed tightly. Drew screamed: “Aaaaaawwwwwwww” as he spurted fresh thick cream in Daryl’s mouth, his whole body shivering and quivering.
After Daryl swallowed Drew’s delectable cum, the room phone rang.
“It seems your colleagues are back,” he said as he stood up. “Clean yourselves up in the bathroom, get dressed, and go back to your room. Forget everything that happened here. Just remember having had a great conversation with me. Oh, and leave your underwear here.”
As his guests proceeded to do as they were told, Daryl answered the phone with the taste of Bayshore College’s track and field star athlete’s cum in his mouth.