Torres Meets The Game Fixer.
By The Slaver.
Latino Pro football player, Torres stood in the middle of his motel room, he faintly heard the beep of the keycard, locking his room door from the outside. Torres was now locked in his room, unable to get out until breakfast time tomorrow. Coach’s rule of no sex, partying and such before a game was a fucking pain. But that rule had been one of the reasons, why Torres and his teammates were now where they were now. With nothing else to do Torres decided to have a shower. He peeled off his clothes and made his way into the bathroom; seconds later, the sound of running water could be heard, not long after that, grunts were heard, as Torres rubbed a couple out. The sound of water stopped. Not long after that Torres returned to the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He picked up the TV remote, and pushed a button, the TV sprung to live.
On the TV screen, a guy of Greek descent walked onto a stage; he when moved over to a table by which stood two young guys; behind the two guys a large, seated audience could be seen. “Now, guys, just you focus on the metronome. Keep your eyes on the tick and the tock. Left tick, breathe in. Right tick, breathe out.” The man on the TV instructed. Still smiling the man started the metronome that was on the table in front of them. The Man smiled as he watched the two guys follow his instructions. “With every tick, you feel relaxed, comfortable, and peaceful. So good, so relaxed, just keep breathing. Calm and relaxed, the sound of my voice makes you feel safe, calm, and at peace. Breathe in. Breathe out.” The man watched the two guys regulate their breathing to the timing of the metronome. The guys stared intently at the metronome. The tip of the metronome caught the rays of the overhead lights of the stage; it sparkled like a crystal in the light. “Relaxed both of you and be Calm. Your arms feel so heavy. You can barely lift them. Your legs, your body, your chest feels limp, relaxed and heavy. Breathe in. Breathe out.”
On the screen the two guys bodies reacted to the entrancing effect of the induction, Watching, Torres was also reacting to the entrancing effect of the induction. The man watched the two guys and smiled “Your eyelids are so heavy. Both of you can barely keep your eyes open.” Slowly, the two guys began to nod off and fall asleep. Standing in his room staring at the TV, Torres also began to nod off and then fell asleep. The man watched the two guys; he could see the rhythm of their breathing. With every tick, the two guy, and also Torres breathed in. With every tock, the two guys, and also Torres breathed out. “Now, count down the ticks, starting at 10. When you reach 0, you will feel relaxed and open to suggestion. 10—9—8 …”The man slowly counted down until he reached 0
“0. Both of you are relaxed, calm, empty, you’re both ready to listen to my voice and do what you’re told. Do you understand?” The man said, “Yes.” Both the two guys, and Torres said. “Whose voice can you hear?” The man asked. “ Thascales’s voice!” Came the reply, from the two guys, and Torres. “And whose voice do you obey?” The man called Thascales asked. “Thascales’s voice.” Came the reply.
“See Thascales, live and in person, performing his over 21, X rated show. 11 pm in the starlight theatre tomorrow night.” A swill women’s voice said, the TV then showed the two guys dancing around the stage, in nothing but their underwear, another guy could by seen, totally naked, his hand covering his junk, frozen in place like a statue. Then, the screen went blank, and then booking details for the show rolled across the screen. Then the screen went completely dead. Torres just stood ram rod straight, in front of the TV. Entranced. There was a clicking sound as the doors of the walking wardrobe were pushed open from the inside, and Thascales stepped out. He made straight for the entranced Pro football player.
Thascales’s Bosses Fixed big games, like the game that Torres was playing in, the next day. But Torres would not be bought, threatened, or strong armed. Which meant that some other method would have to be used, to make sure that Torres’s team lost that game, tomorrow. Thascales touched Torres on his shoulder, and then led him away from the TV, and over to the bed. The confused look on the Entranced young man’s face was precious, to Thascales, he knew that he was so close to his goal. Thascales sat on the bottom of the bed and told Torres to sit next to him; which Torres did.
“Ok, boy let’s get started. The sooner I completely take you down and make you a dumb as SHIT Cum dump, the Happer my Bosses will be. What they want, I’m afraid is not the best for you!” Thascales said with an evil grin on his face, as he reached out, and pulled Torres’s towel loose with one hand: the towel slowly opened, and then fell to the floor, exposing Torres’s cock. “You’re finding it hard to think properly, aren’t you. Well, boy, that’s because someone like you should let a MAN do the thinking for you, don’t you agree?”
Thascales accentuated the question by grabbing the Jock’s cock and then stroking it expertly. This tactic delayed the Football player’s response to the question, so when Torres did make a sound, it was not a reply to the question, but a slight, “Mmm...” of approval towards the strange sensations he was now feeling. Thascales’s hand wrapped around his cock felt different to his own. Thascales’s hand felt Larger, Warmer and Stronger than his own. “My hand feels strangely comforting.” Thascales kept telling Torres, drawing Torres even further into his evil web; suddenly Thascales pulled Torres closer, and enveloped him in a tight bear-hug so that Torres was now leaned on his chest.
“You like that, don’t you? Well don’t worry, there’s much more I have to do with you, before tonight is over and I’m done. You’re safe and warm, here in your room. And you know that you can just walk away any time.” Of course, in reality Torres couldn’t just walk away any time, Thascales’s hold over him was too great. Thascales continued stroking Torres’s cock for a while, then he told Torres, “Torres, I want you to open your eyes.”
Obediently, Torres did as he was told, his face still pressed into Thascales’ thick mat of dark chest hair. With his other hand on Torres’s chin, Thascales moved Torres slowly, directing the younger man to look down at his cock. “Lovely, isn’t it?” Thascales purred, as he slowly stopped stroking Torres’s cock; Straight Torres’s consciousness would not have thought so. But right now, Straight Torres’s consciousness was growing weaker and weaker by the second. Torres was being overpowered by Thascales’s voice inside his head, that told him about how this musky, sweet yet sour smell that filled his nostrils felt so right. Deep inside Torres knew that he wanted more. “Hm...just one last thing, boy. Take my cock into your mouth and taste it. Once you’ve tasted my cum, there’s no turning back.” Thascales coaxed. “Go on.”
The now weak, and submissive Torres’s lips parted around the tip of Thascales’ bulging cockhead. Wet and moist, Torres’s lips took in Thascales’s thick member: willingly and excitedly, Torres took in nearly all of Thascales’s member. Torres loved the feel of Thascales’s hands stroking his back and his hair. But everything was forgotten the moment the sheer texture and delicate taste that assaulted Torres’s tongue the moment he felt the skin of Thascales’s cock brush against it. “Suck me, just like you sucked a lollipop, or an ice-cream when you were a little boy,” Thascales egged on. “Go ahead, suck it!” Within seconds, straight man Torres, began his first ever blow job: he bobbed his head up and down excitedly over Thascales’s member, Torres licked and slurped with delight, on his first ever cock.
“Nggh...how could you not have wanted this? You look like..nghh...you’re having...such...a..good..time!” Thascales panted, Thascales knew at he had won. As Torres’s mouth began to suck faster and more erratically on his cock, Thascales pressed Torres’s head even harder, down, on his throbbing, hard cock; seconds later he cried out and pumped load after load of his delicious cum into Torres’s waiting mouth; Torres gobbled up all of Thascales’s sweet Cum, eagerly. The sheer explosion of taste on his tongue sent Torres over the edge, and within second of Thascales pumping load after load of his man-juice into Torres; Torres’s own man-juice was soon splattered onto the floor, at his feet.
After some time, Thascales pulled his cock out of Torres’s mouth, he shook his sent cock; droplets of cum fell from his piss-slit, onto the floor. He turned and looked at Torres; Lost in the bliss of the aftermath, Torres had, had to be coaxed to look up, after Thascales had taken his cock out of Torres’s mouth: the cock that Torres now adored so much, Torres’s vacant expression from earlier in the night, had been replaced by a look of adoration as he waited for his muscular master to speak.
“Well, Torres...I think you’re well on your way, don’t you?” Thascales asked. Torres merely nodded, the smile on his face, seemed to be, BEGGING for more. Thascales smiled back, as he stroked Torres’s cheek, Thascales ired the sight of the drops of his own cum that was running down Torres’s chin. “Well, I guess you won’t be wining anymore game, from now on, will you? My Bosses will be pleased to hear that. How ever for the rest of tonight, you’re mine.” Thascales said, Torres just smiled back at Thascales.
Thascales stood up, he searched through the pile of his closes near the bed and found his cell phone; stretching he walked over to the large table in the middle of the room, on which was a red folder. The folder contained the full game plan, for the champions game, the next day. Smiling, Thascales flicked quickly through the folder; before making a quick call on his cell, the call was only a few seconds long. Only moments after the call ended, the beep of a keycard being used to unlock the door was heard. The door then opened just enough, so an arm and hand could be seen in the room.
Thascales walked over to the door and placed the folder in the out-stretched hand, the hand grabbed the folder and vanished back through the gap, the door closed, and the beep of a keycard locking the door was heard. Thascales walked back to the bed and looked at Torres, who had not moved the whole time, the cum on his chin had started to dry. Thascales reached down and pulled Torres to his feet; and then spun him around, so his back and arse were now facing Thascales; who then bent Torres slightly forwards.
Torres then felt an intrusion inside his anal whole. A slight feeling of pain that had him wince: he winced at the sensation of Thascales’ finger reaching into places he’d never realized he had or existed before that night. Slowly the pain was placated somewhat by the feeling of Thascales stroking on his dick, eventually, as Torres accommodated himself to the feeling of being penetrated like that, Torres realized that he rather enjoyed it, he shivered with anticipation as the digit withdrew.
His anticipation heightened when he felt Thascales positioning himself behind him, their skin touching as he leaned over and grabbed hold of Torres’s shoulders and push him down on the bed on all fours. Torres felt the heat in the room rise somewhat, beads of sweat condensing on his forehead and the rest of his body. It seemed to the zonked-out Torres, that Thascales’s warm skin rubbed deliciously against Torres’s own skin as the older man entered the jock for the first time. It placed Torres at the very edge of bliss. The warmth that Torres felt was so deeply within him, that he craved every inch of between his, and Thascales’s skins; when Thascales began thrusting into him. All these new sensations he felt, slowly overwhelmed him. A part of Torres’s head popped, and some part of him knew then that he would gladly give anything for more. More touch, more sweat, more of Thascales’s delicious scent. Torres wanted nothing less than to be pinned beneath Thascales’s writhing, sweating, hairy body; while he was worshipping every inch of Thascales as he moaned like a bitch in heat.
“That’s it boy...let it all sink in,” Thascales said in between thrusts. “I’m going to fill you up so good you’ll never be able to take my scent off of your skin. I’m going to Fuck you so hard, you’ll moan for more; and you’re forget your ass was meant for anything else, than Cock. You love it, you love Cock, don’t you boy? After tonight you’re never getting off cock, ever, boy. Tonight is the night you will be reborn, your baptism marked by the delicious firing of my seed, deep inside of you.”
Torres never really stood a chance. What small thoughts of resistance that emerged when he realized what was happening to him, quickly vanished reducing him to a smiling, drooling slut. Torres was quashed by the mere sensations that Thascales had expertly ingrained into him over the past few hours. Soon, very quickly, all bets were off, and the two men on the bed were moaning and bucking in unison, their voices accompanied by the sound of flesh rasping against flesh. Torres was still moaning and drooling wildly, when Thascales finally came inside him, the sheer warmth inside him made Torres feel as though he would burst with happiness. The feeling accentuated itself further later on that night, as Torres sat on the older man’s lap, the older man’s cock still deep inside of him; Thascales’s cock played Torres’s prostrate like an expert musician played his instrument. Thascales finishing Torres off with expert strokes of his hand on Torres’s cock. The expert working of Torres’s cock and prostrate by Thascales, quickly had Torres spilling his love juices all over himself and the floor.
Torres’s mouth formed a silent, perfected ‘O’ shape, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, as Thascales continued to fuck, and milk him, senseless. Finally, Thascales had fuck Torres, completely dry. The jock lay on the bed, Cum dripping from his arse; a drooling mess, Torres was now completely drain, of both his seed, and his mind.
7.30 AM the next morning, and Torres was bent over the tabletop drooling with his eyes crossed in oblivion as Thascales smiled and pounded into the poor jock. Torres after all he had been through the night before, merely unleashed fainting grunts as Thascales fucked him deeply: now it seemed as if Torres had become unable of thought or sense of self. This fact is what would make any person seeing Torres now, creep out the most, it was the fact that if you looked into Torres’s eyes you saw nothing. It was like, Torres was no longer home; he was just an empty, mindless shell, to be filled with his Master’s seed.
Thascales grunted one last time, as he nutted inside Torres for the last, and final time. His work on the Latino Pro football player was completed; Torres would never be the same ever again. He was now just an empty, mindless, pile of flesh, whose two wholes had no other use than to be fucked; and was to be filled with a man’s seed. Torres just lay over the table Cum leaking from his arse, slowly his eyes rolled down from the top of his head. Thascales took no notice as he pulled out of the Latino Pro football player and pulled on his clothes; he then moved around the room, removing any trace that he had spent the night in the room, or what he had done to Torres.
Giving Torres, the Latino Pro football player one last look. With an evil grin of satisfaction on his face the Game Fixer slipped silently back into the closet, to wait. In the commotion that would happens when Torres was found later, Thascales would slip away unseen!