The Bully and His Dad
Johnny arrived home from practice like he did every night, eager for a hot shower and beer before turning in, but those plans disappeared as soon as he stepped inside. His university gym bag slipped from his fingers as his mind emptied, and his hands began peeling off his sweaty clothes.
His big arms systematically dropped the damp practice attire to the floor, starting with the oversized jersey on his shoulders and ending with the rank tennis shoes on his feet.
Johnny bounded further into the house. His body was completely exposed, aside from the massive package held by his tight underwear. He took lumbering steps into the living room and planted his bare feet in the center.
A scrawny guy lounged on the sofa, studying the zombified jock standing tall, idly drooling from his gaping mouth.
"Master, how may this body be of service?" the normally cocky voice slurred each word as it was delivered.
"You can get on this couch and spoon me," the frail geek answered.
Without hesitation, Johnny's body staggered toward the little nerd on the sofa and sunk into position behind him. He wrapped his impressive body around the tiny frame, holding him more securely with his bulging arms and strong legs than he'd held anyone.
Johnny mindlessly clutched the dweeb and pulled him into his muscled chest, incapable of recognizing exactly who this nerd was.
Ever since Johnny entered college, he'd singled out one guy to belittle and abuse. He knew bullying was a shortcut to getting in with the popular crowd. Unfortunately for the jock, he'd chosen a nerd far smarter than he was.
Dennis was that nerd. He wasn't tall, strong, or handsome. He was awkward and unattractive, but he did have some tricks up his sleeve.
He used those tricks on Johnny. With a few blasts from his mind control device, Dennis had turned the football stud into a mindless meat puppet. That empty mind was his to program, and he wasted no time in asserting his hypnotic control over the irish bully.
"I want you to slowly hump me with that giant package of yours," Dennis demanded, "And I want to feel how excited you are, too."
The body Johnny worked so hard on was completely helpless to disobey as his hips began gyrating rhythmically into Dennis' rear. Not a single thought passed through Johnny's head as his massive package hardened like a rock, stretching his tight briefs. He didn't mind that his thin underwear was the only thing barely standing between his package and this dweeb's body. All he could do was hold Dennis and gently thrust like he'd been told to.
"I'm home!" called a mature voice from the front, "Johnny, you home?"
It was Johnny's dad, Mr. McArdle, but Johnny didn't react in the slightest to his father's arrival. He just continued to push his athletic body into Dennis as they spooned together on the couch.
"What's going on in there," Mr. McArdle called, catching sight of his son from the front door. The man's brow furrowed as he took in the sight, frowning beneath his ginger whiskers.
"Who the hell are you!" Mr. McArdle roared.
He stomped inside, and when his foot hit the hardwood floor of the interior, his anger slipped out of his face. The father's aggressive posture slackened as his big hands dangled at his side.
"You know what to do, old man!" Dennis called from the living room.
Mr. McArdle did not know what to do. The mature man's mind had emptied of all thoughts. Dennis was merely speaking to the man's body, which began moving accordingly.
Johnny's dad slowly undid his shirt and tie, dropping them to the floor near his son's discarded clothing. He slid everything off until he was covered only by his underwear, finally ready to enter the house further.
Mr. McArdle's body reported to the same spot in the living room his son had, standing before the scrawny kid on the couch. The father didn't acknowledge his son as Johnny humped the stranger on the couch like a dumb animal.
"Master, how may this body be of service," his gravelly voice also slurred the line he was programmed to say.
"Well, daddy," Dennis' nasally voice sang, "Get started by picking up the clothes in the front and put them in the laundry. Johnny's going to need those for practice tomorrow. Right Johnny?"
"Yes, master," Johnny droned from behind Dennis.
"Then get back in here," Dennis continued, "I have two tired feet for you and your son to work on. I think we'll have a little competition. Whoever massages them better will sleep in bed with me instead of on the floor tonight."
"Yes, master," the slow words sounded from Mr. McArdle's throat as he turned and shuffled back to the front.
Dennis turned his attention back to his bully, feeling the rigid boner behind him with every mindless thrust.
"Alright Johnny, I'm the big spoon now," Dennis commanded, turning around.
"Yes, master," the athlete garbled as his head is pressed into the back of the couch by Dennis' hand.
The nerd began aggressively smacking his body into the meaty round orbs beneath his bully's underwear. Dennis didn't always know what he was going to do with his meat puppets next, but he did know that it didn't really matter. Johnny's body would go along with whatever weird impulse or desire he had, and the guy's father was just as malleable.
Dennis had only been staying with the McArdles for a week now, but he loved it. He loved seeing the father and son arrive home, first being confused by the presence of an intruder and then becoming empty and ready for their intruder to use.
He was already planning on living with them for a long time. College could be expensive, but this masculine duo would provide him finely cooked meals and a comfortable master bedroom. Not to mention all the other more intimate services the bully and his father would be providing...
