The Alpha Dynasty | free bimbo + mind control stories

Chapter One

At twenty-two, they call me an adult, but when do you actually start feeling like one? All the hallmarks are there, or at least, most of them. I own a house, but that’s only thanks to a huge settlement I received my Freshman year of high school. I have a wife, but am more and more seeing that even that is only thanks to the same thing.

The morning everything changed for me, I was still having flashbacks of the night before. I hadn’t really slept since, so I really wasn’t getting many of my morning tasks done at the university. I’d spent the night awake, next to my wife, Jo.

Jo had been my girlfriend since our Senior year, which had come as a heck of a shock to me. I was a gangly, middle-school boy and was just starting to reinvent myself in high school when a drunk driver took all of that away, leaving me paralyzed. The first three years had been what you’d expect. Lonely, teased, ridiculed, and the worst; excluded. Jo had changed all that and I had eagerly asked for her hand shortly after graduation. I bought a house with some of the settlement money I’d received, and we both arranged to go to college.

Graduate school had just started for me, working in the Archeology department; Jo dropped out long ago. Things have changed, but I think the strain finally snapped something last night. I replayed it almost moment-for-moment in my head.

“So, Cripple-boy’s going to just watch?” Dane said, his hands circling Jo’s waist from behind as he looked at me over her shoulder. I tried to keep a straight face and avoid his eye contact. Hers, I wasn’t so lucky. The baby-blues I had fallen for flashed at me, cruelly.

“Yeah, he won’t say anything.” She said. Yeah, I had agreed to that too. Sad, I know, but she wanted the things I couldn’t provide and had finally told me it was this or she’d leave.

“Whatever floats your boat, Jo.” Dane laughed. “I’ve been missing this piece of tail since high school.”

As far as I knew, Jo had never slept with Dane, so it was news to me. Heck, she’d probably been doing it all along.

I watched his lips touch the curve of her neck as she tilted her head, exposing more of that tender flesh to his touch. His fingers were working the button of her jeans and though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. That was part of the deal. Cuckolding was apparently her thing. Either that, or she just wanted me to fall even deeper into despair and possibly take my own life. Trust me, I considered it.

Her eyes mercilessly went off mine, but only as she looked down to kick the jeans off her ankles, leaving her there in the panties I had bought her for Valentine’s day. As she knelt down in front of him and started returning the favor, I could tell that she was jockeying position so I would have the clearest view. Bitch.

Dane’s cock was huge, and with sickened eyes, I watched it grow harder and harder as the love of my life stroked it, taking her eyes off it only to look over at mine. I tried to give her no response, but I’m not sure how that went.

One of those blues was still on me when she wrapped her lips around his head. After dabbing up the precum with her tongue, dragging it into her mouth like a cat, she took him down her throat with an audible groan of satisfaction from one of the chief assholes who had ridiculed me back in the day.

Back and forth, back and forth. I watched her as he gripped her head, fucking her face as I was forced to watch, confined to my chair. Since she had never done the same for me, I couldn’t be sure if the noisiness was just her or put on especially for my detriment, but the sloshing and gagging noises didn’t help my mood.

“God, it feels so good to be with a real man.” Jojo sighed as Dane lifted her up, planting her on her back on the bed before I watched him take her.

“Morton?”

Shit. I came to my senses quickly as I heard the sound behind me. The voice was unmistakable. Summer. The two of us were the top graduate students in the program, and yeah, I fantasized. She was the stereotypical California beauty, transplanted to the Midwest specifically for the archaeology program.

“Yeah, Summer. I’m back here.” I said, backing up my wheels with a turn. The storeroom corridors were narrow, but they were compliant. Barely. Summer had, embarrassingly, rescued me more than once.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. Probably going to call it an early day, though.” I said, right as she came around the corner. “Didn’t really sleep last night.”

“Yeah, you look like shit.” She said, smiling as she brushed the long, blonde strands of her hair back behind her right ear.

I laughed. “You don’t hold any punches, do you?”

“Nope. Can’t afford to.” She said. “Anyway. I was looking for you because Prof said he wanted to see you this morning.”

I sighed. “In trouble again, I bet.”

Summer stuck out her tongue. “Not Prof’s Golden Boy.”

She teased me, but from her, it was good-natured. I’d even gotten the vibe in the past that she liked me, and more than just as a friend. Unfortunately, I had to ignore it because I’m married and she likely does the same for the same reason.

“Probably something about the inventory.” I said. “I’m running a bit behind.”

“Well.” Summer said. “You’d better get rolling.”

I stuck my tongue out right back at her, but was grinning as I headed back out of the storeroom.

Chapter Two

“Shit, you look even worse than yesterday.” Kane said, standing in greeting as I came in. I get the tradition of it, but it kind of blows from my perspective. I try to ignore it, though.

I maneuvered to the empty spot in front of his desk where a second guest chair would normally be. It was actually one of the finest nods to my disability anyone had ever made. Kane was great, though. Super-cool and hell, even I find him attractive. Summer’s smitten as well, but she hides it better than most of the swooning students. “That’s what I’m hearing.” I said. “I’m looking for a fourth opinion, though.”

Kane smiled. “More shit with Jo?” He asked.

I’d confided some of my issues to him. That kind of guy.

“Yeah, definitely don’t want to go there right now, though.” I said, looking down.

“I understand.” He said. “I’ve been the downtrodden before, myself.”

That was hard to believe. Chiseled, perfect body, rugged and handsome, downtrodden my ass. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I certainly didn’t want to talk, so I let him lead. “I was thinking of taking off early, if that’s cool?”

The professor seemed to be taken aback for a moment. “Uh, yeah, that’s perfect, Morton.” He said. “Take all the time you need.”

I was gripping my wheels to start backing out when he pulled out a drawer.

“Well, one favor first.” He said, putting an ornate wooden box on top of the desk. “Just need you to put this in the storeroom.”

Picking up the box, I flipped the catch. To some people, it might have seemed rude, but Prof knew that I had to see what was in it in order to shelve and classify it properly. It was a scarab. An old one.

“It’s gorgeous.” I said. “Where’d the school get this one?”

“It’s actually personal.” Kane said, smiling at it like it was a loved-one. “Found that myself on my first dig in Egypt.”

I reached for it. “May I?” I asked. Looking was one thing, touching, another entirely.

“Be my guest.” He said. There was something in his eyes. Could have been mischief, but maybe it was pity? The latter bothered me the most, but all of that was forgotten when I picked up the piece. It hummed softly in my hand. I juggled it and the box until it was in my other hand, but the sensation was the same.

“What the hell?” I asked.

Kane laughed. “Been trying to figure that one out myself for years.” He said. “If you put it on a machine to monitor movement or electrical, there’s nothing. You’ve got to hold it. I thought right now you needed it.”

I put it gently back into the box and closed the lid. “Thanks, Prof.” I said, not sure entirely what he meant. I rolled to the door and was just about to leave when he spoke again.

“Hey, M.” He said. “If you have any…questions…about it later, feel free to call me.”

I acknowledged him, but out of his sight, I rolled my eyes. Basically, a call for me to reach out if ‘I needed to talk.’ I didn’t, though I didn’t know if I could bear a repeat of last night. The images flashed in my eyes again, but this time, I was Dane and Jo was Summer, on her knees, whispering my name and begging me to…

“Earth to Morton?”

Summer again. I laughed. “You keep catching me woolgathering.” I said. Fortunately, my arousal wasn’t physical. Well, that’s not really fortunate, but you know what I mean.

“You want to do lunch or something, M?” She said. The sincerity in her eyes was a beautiful sight. “Talk, or whatnot?”

I smiled weakly. “Some other time? I think what I need the most is a nap.”

“It’ll take you an hour to get home on the bus.” She said. “Want a ride or something?”

The fantasy came back, but this time, Summer was one of a dozen or more women at my feet. I shook myself out of it the moment it started. “Shit. You know, I might just hit the pad.”

The ‘pad’ was what we called the cot in the unused, back office. One of the two of us were usually there at all hours researching or studying, and it had become a home away from home. Fuck, I didn’t want to go home anyway.

“There might be undergrads wandering through there today.” She said.

“Won’t bother me.” I replied, smiling. “I think I’d sleep through an earthquake.”

“Suit yourself.” Summer said, touching my arm. “Offer still stands, though. Any time.”

For the eight-millionth time, I resisted the urge to kiss her sweet lips. It really sucks when you’ve fallen in love with someone you can never have.

The cot wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it put me out like a light once I managed to get onto it. I’d left the overhead light on, but by the time I realized it, I didn’t really care.

Can reality be weirder than a dream? Yeah. It really can. First, the dream.

Both girls were dressed in diaphanous gowns. One was on her knees and she seemed to really be enjoying my cock sawing in and out of her tight body. Vivid doesn’t begin to describe it. I could feel the grip of her muscles wrapped around my shaft. I could feel her wetness, hear her moans. Especially odd, since technically I’m a virgin since the actual equipment doesn’t work. Of course, Jo and I had some sort of sex-life, but that’s been over for a while.

This girl, though, was amazing. She was doing the majority of the work while the other beauty stroked my body. Well, my dream body. Not only was I not confined to the chair, I was ripped. The ridiculous nature of it is what popped me into lucidity. I knew it was a dream, but I wasn’t guiding it, either. I wanted to know where it would go on its own. Where it went, actually, was the second girl taking me into her mouth for a few strokes, then assisting me back into her lovely companion. Both looked at me with nothing but devotion.

So, that was the dream. Now for the reality.

The grip the dream-girl’s lips had on my cock was nothing short of amazing. Since I’d never experienced anything of the sort, it started to bring me out of the dream, wondering about it. I fought to keep it going, but I felt reality creeping in, bit by bit. First, the fluorescent bulbs overhead creating a glare against my closed eyelids, then the creak of the cot supports as I shifted my weight. What seemed to linger the longest, though, was the sensation of pleasure and wetness as the beautiful creature lavished affection on my cock. Everything else in my mind was waking up, like a dust storm blowing on the dunes to uncover a new potential dig site.

Whenever I lucid dream, the last thing I do is open my eyes as I’m waking. Nothing was different. I felt rested. Hell, I felt fantastic, which wasn’t a common thing. And God, that sensation. The thought was going to sink me back into depression and I knew it. I wasn’t ever going to have that. It intensified and I heard a real groan coming softly from my lips. Then a pressure. Well, a weight. A weight on my knee.

My eyes flashed open and weren’t really ready for the sight. Have you ever been confused about whether you’re awake or still asleep, dreaming you’re awake?

There were lips sliding up and down my cock. It was excruciatingly hard. The lips were connected to a mop of curly, brown hair. There was an elbow digging into my knee. I did explode right then and there into the unsuspecting girl’s mouth.

I heard a grunt of surprise, but she simply battened down the hatches, clamping those lips even tighter as the spasms racked my cock. My hands went to her hair unconsciously, holding her head in place as my hips bucked, sending cum and cock deeper between those amazing lips. Over and over I poured myself into that mop of hair, still wondering where the real world started and the dream world ended. At that precise moment, it really didn’t matter.

As my orgasm subsided, I gingerly released the mop of hair and felt those silky lips clinging to my shaft as the head came up, leaving me spotless and nearly-dry. Green eyes and a freckled-face greeted me next, along with a heavy swallow and a smile.

“Thanks, Mister Friar.” She said, tongue unconsciously dabbing at the corner of her mouth.

Sarah. Freshman undergrad. It had to still be a dream. That’s what I was telling myself. Again, I’ll admit to having taken my fair share of long, lingering looks at her. Cute, perky, petite, and that body…fuck. I figured it was time to take advantage of my ability to dream lucidly.

“You’re welcome, Sarah.” I said, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes. She was still staring at my cock, which was incredibly still hard. “You want to show me what else you can do with that cock, gorgeous?” I said, playing the role that otherwise would always be internal monologue and fantasy.

“Please.” She said, grinning. With one graceful move, her university t-shirt was over her head and a set of perfect breasts practically tumbled into my lap. She struggled to her feet and I was admiring her perfect legs as she faced away from me and started peeling her shorts off over her cute little bubble-butt.

I was in awe. I’d guided my dreams before, but they’d never gone quite this way. She stepped out of her shorts with one leg, then kicked the other, losing her balance. She dropped to her knees, giggling at her own clumsiness, but before I knew it…I was up and behind her, offering to help her up.

Standing on my feet.

“Oh, you like this position, Prof?” She asked. It was the traditional nickname from undergrads to grad students.

“Oh, I like that very much, Sarah.” I said, shifting my weight from one leg to another. Dream. Shit, they weren’t even my spindly ones. They were like…a god’s. I laughed. “Don’t move, girly.”

Shorts gone, Sara was on her knees and elbows, that perfect ass covered by a pair of patterned, cotton panties. Her only other nod to modesty was a pair of calf-length red socks sporting the school mascot and a beat-up pair of running shoes. The latter was likely the source of that fantastic little body.

I wasn’t in a mood to wait. The dream could have ended any second. At least that was my logic. The panties only made it down just past her ass as I hunched over her, legs outside of hers as I fed my iron-hard cock into the tightest, wettest place it had ever been.

Sarah moaned deeply, then covered her mouth to stifle the sound. She got it together for a moment, uncovering it long enough to say. “Oh, God, please fuck me hard.”

I had made it in to the hilt and decided it was certainly not my place to not give the cute little thing what she wanted. Feeling the awkward sensation of my knees flexing for the first time in years, I started pounding the beautiful young girl for all I was worth.

The moans were muffled, but I could tell that she was climaxing after just a few minutes. Her body clamped down on my invading shaft, but the increased moisture kept me drilling away at her like I’d wake up and never have the opportunity again.

“Cum inside me. Please.” She gasped over my thrusts. “I want to have your baby.”

“Okay, baby.” I said. “Here goes.” It was a dream. Live a little; that’s my motto.

Sarah sighed one of the most satisfying sighs I’d ever heard as my cum started erupting into her hot, young body. It coursed deep into her, painting her folds as it permeated every crevice. She stayed perfectly still, as if not wanting to spill a drop. She didn’t even move after I stood and stepped back, practically collapsing onto the cot again.

Chapter Three

Sarah was gone. The pad was dark. I woke up feeling refreshed and something else odd. I was in an outstanding mood. The dream had really perked me up. I reached out, feeling the wheel of my chair where I had left it and pushed myself to a sitting position. As I went to shove my legs off onto the floor, I felt something odd.

Yeah. Felt something. I poked at my thigh with my finger, then dug my nail into the skin.

“Fuck.” I said, easing up on the pressure. It took all that before I did the double-take. The sticks I called legs for the last half-dozen or more years were gone. These were…well, these were awesome.

Have you ever had such a wonderful feeling that you immediately knew you had to hide it from people? Yeah, I had that. I felt the pressure of the floor against the soles of my feet and I stood, hardly believing what had just happened. Then, I did something most would call gross. I touched my limp cock, then smelled my finger. Sarah. Shit, it was like two dogs sniffing butts. It was unmistakable. Had that really happened?

I heard sounds from the other room and immediately sat down in the chair. Got to get out of here, I thought. I can’t even explain this to myself, much less anyone else.

The hour-long bus ride didn’t really answer any questions other than the main one. No, I was no longer paralyzed. It didn’t answer how, or why I looked like a professional athlete. Not bulky or overbuilt; every muscle seemed to be at its optimal. My clothes still fit, they’d just gone from loose and baggy like I like them to a much more tailored feel. To most people, the changes in my body wouldn’t be noticeable unless they looked closely. My face, however. I held the cell camera up, looking at it. Definitely me, yet somehow a lot better. That’s the best I could come up with, and what a few people have mentioned since the change.

Jo wasn’t home when the bus dropped me off. There was definitely a certain agony in sitting there, waiting for the automated lift to set me cautiously on the ground when I wanted to spring up and leap off the platform. I rolled up the ramp to the front door, just like any other day.

Kane. I was standing in the bathroom, admiring myself when his words came back. “If you have any…questions…about it…”

I looked at the time. Kane was scheduled for a flight and I wouldn’t get him anyway, so the best decision was to keep things quiet until he landed late in the evening. Hearing the rustling of a key in the door almost made my knees buckle. In a rush, I darted to the bed, turning around just in time to bring the chair with me, setting it to the side as usual before climbing under the blankets.

I could hear the voices from down the hall.

“…he shouldn’t be, but let me check, baby.”

Jo, and probably her new guy, Dane. I could feel my blood pressure rise, right before I had another of those inescapable visions. It only lasted fifteen seconds, but the imagery was me taking a woman from behind while a man watched, chained in front of my throne pedestal.

“Morton? What the fuck? What are you doing home?” Jo said in a nasty hiss, flicking on the overhead light.

I was just about to come up with a burning response. Hell, I’d considered leaping out of the bed and confronting both of them. I just didn’t have the time.

“I’m glad you are, though.” She said, sighing dreamily. “Had a rough day? Want mama to make it all better?”

Christ, it was that lilting and sexy drawl of hers that had caught me hook, line, and sinker back in the day. What was her game?

“Is he here or not, Jo?”

Dane’s voice, from the other room.

“C’mon, you said I could have that hot little ass.”

Jo completely ignored him, climbing seductively onto the foot of the bed, slowly slipping the covers down my body as she came closer. Her eyes were getting wider and wider, and she gasped when things slipped below my waist.

“Holy shit, M.” She said. “Where the hell…”

A shadow came from the doorway. Dane. “What the fuck, Jo?” He said, watching her hand reach out to cradle my flaccid cock. This time, the eye-contact between us was unavoidable. The fires blazed in my brain, the drumbeat from the odd, dominating fantasies seemed to be only my heartbeat in my temple.

“Jo’s about to get the fucking of her goddamned life.” I said, firmly. “And you’re going to fucking watch, Dane.”

He looked at me, stunned. There was a pause. “Okay, anything you want, man.”

I grabbed Jo by her hair, just as those sweet lips I loved kissing were about to engulf my cock. “Hold up, baby.” I said. “We’re going to get some things straight.”

Jo looked disappointed. She pouted her lips. “Anything, baby. Just let me have that cock, huh?”

I was still expecting to wake up in the pad at the university, probably with the front of my pants soaked through and all the Freshman students pointing and laughing at me. Those are the dreams I usually had.

I turned Jo’s face up to mine. “Go get yourself ready.” I said.

“Ready for what?” She whispered. I could feel her trembling with excitement.

“You were going to give Dane that little ass. Now I’m going to take it. Get it nice and ready, because I’m going to drill down into that hot little hole and pound the fuck out of it, Jo.”

Actually, it was hard for me to believe the words coming out of my mouth, but they almost seemed to come on their own. As for Jo, she closed her eyes and almost seemed to shudder in pleasure. I released her hair and she was pushing past Dane in the doorway a moment later.

“You.” I told him.

“I changed my mind. I’m not going to make you watch me fuck Jo’ ass.”

He did seem relieved, but I wasn’t done with him.

“You married Jaycee, didn’t you?” I asked. Jaycee was the hot outsider. Gorgeous and exotic, she’d been the subject of just about every nerd’s fantasies.

“Yeah.” Dane said, slowly.

Drumbeats. “Write your address down on the table when you leave. I’ll be stopping by later so you can watch Jaycee beg me to pound her little butthole.”

Dane’s eyes fell, but he nodded his head and turned to head down the hallway.

When Jo finally came back into the bedroom, she was definitely out to please me. Wearing my favorite bra and panty set, she posed herself in the doorway. “Do you like what you see, M?” She asked, huskily.

I stood up, still internally marveling about it, and walked over to her. “You gave me some ultimatums the other day, baby.” I said, running my hand down her side, causing a shiver to run along her spine. “Now it’s time for me to give you mine.”

Jo nodded. “Anything, M.”

“We’re going to seriously re-align this relationship, baby.” I said, turning her around to face away from me as I held her by the hips and marched her towards the bed. “The first three years have been about me pleasing you; now we’re going to re-balance things a little. First, a little catch-up, though.”

I pushed on the small of Jo’s back, pressing her down until her palms touched the top of the mattress.

“Lower.” I grunted. “I want that little ass prominently on display for me.”

“Yes, M.” Jo said, her voice husky and full of desire. She went down to her elbows, forcing her ass up even more, where my fingers had already taken a firm grip on each of those heavenly cheeks.

“That’s good, baby.” I said, spreading them apart as I pushed the panties up over one of them, revealing her moist, shaven slit and that tight rosebud I’d always dreamed of, itself glistening with lubrication from where she had prepared herself for me.”

I could feel her gorgeous body quivering in response to my very touch, including the tip of my index fingers smearing that drop of lubrication around her puckered muscle as it flexed automatically, clenching and unclenching in defense until I pushed it knuckle-deep inside.

Jo gasped. “Oh, M. I can’t wait to feel your cock in there.”

In my excitement, I was speechless, but it didn’t matter. I was only able to tease myself for a few more seconds before I was replacing my penetrating finger with my harder-than-ever cock. Trust me, I’d missed out on a lot since my accident and I planned on making up for lost time.

It was nothing but a grunt of pleasure as my cock overpowered the tight grip of her muscle, forcing its way into her hot, clutching bowels like a rioter breaking a police cordon. Deeper and deeper it slid and I had the momentary feeling like the whole thing was going to be over in just a few seconds. Something managed to keep me going, though.

Slowly, but steadily, I increased my pace, watching the tight ring of her ass pushing outward every time my cock withdrew, only to accept it back again on the next stroke. The blankets on the bed were gradually bunching up around Jo’s face as she gripped them with white knuckles, her sweet lips uttering moans at levels I’d never heard before, even during the previous hateful night with Dane.

“Do you like that, Jo?” I asked. I just wanted to hear the words because the results of my new body and apparent magnetism on hers were obvious. She could hardly form words amongst the moans but she shook her head up and down in an affirmative until it finally hit the covers as even her elbows gave out.

I had a death-grip on her shapely hips, using them as leverage to pound my cock in and out of her tight little ass, a prize I had never won before, even in my previous state. I had pleasured her enough, non-mutually, on enough occasions to be able to recognize that she was approaching a significant orgasm.

“You don’t cum until I tell you, baby.” I said, giving her a few savage, grunt-inducing thrusts. “And when you do, you’ll need to beg me for it.”

It took Jo a moment to control her wails of pleasure before she could respond. “Yes, M. Anything, anything. Please, please let me cum.”

I laughed. “Oh, not yet, baby.” I said. “I want to plunder this little hole in a lot more positions before that. Besides, I think it’s time that you pleasure me first, don’t you think?”

“Of course, of course. Anything you say, M.” Jo stammered. I could feel her body shaking and quivering; she was managing to maintain it in an orgasm-holding-pattern. I pounded her ass a little harder to test her, but she managed to hang on until I pulled out and pushed her to her side on the mattress. I drove back between those heavenly cheeks in one stroke as she struggled to align her legs quickly out to one side, presenting a beautiful landscape of ass cheeks, thighs and calves. I pulled hard at the seam of her panties, tearing them loudly as she moaned in pleasure.

From position to position, I moved her body like a doll, arranging her for what best made me happy in both penetration and visual appeal. In an inspired moment, I pulled my phone off the nightstand and took a series of short videos and stills, describing each one in detail to her as she eagerly awaited more, including my permission to cum.

Finally, on her back on the edge of the bed as I stared down at those beautiful eyes, my cock sliding gorgeously in and out of her supple, young body, Jo whispered to me.

“I love you, M. I’m…” She shuddered in pleasure as a wave rolled over her. “…I’m sorry.”

In answer, I pushed her knees back even more, twisting her perfect frame into a pretzel as I pummeled her tight hole in the last throes of my own pleasure. She started to beg me to let her cum, her eyes almost rolling up into her head as my cock finally exploded inside of her, pumping load after load of my hot cum deep inside. After several hard spasms, I let my throbbing shaft slip from her clutching bowels and the final two bursts still maintained enough force to paint a trail up her tight abs, between her breasts and terminating in a milky-white blob on her lower lip.

“Please M, please.” Jo whispered, her tongue snaking out to draw in the cum on her lips.

I slapped the underside of her thigh hard as I stood up to my full height. “Maybe next time, my little slut.” I said. “Why don’t you invite Alaina over this evening. The better you treat me, the more chance there is for you.”

I could see the disappointment in her eyes, but she nodded as I walked, still amazed at that, to the shower.

Chapter Four

The Professor hadn’t answered my phone calls, but it was becoming more and more apparent that I had him to thank for…whatever this is. The kicker had been the faculty directories. That same Adonis appeared for the previous two years, but the third one had what even I would describe as a dork in his place. Did no one notice this? I zoomed the picture in as much as I could and it was indeed him. In fact, there was a picture of the Archaeology team that year including my professor and a pair of aloof looking hotties. For both him at the time, and me less than a day ago, the pair would have been far out of reach. Next year’s team photo showed one of them standing next to him and the body language was unmistakable.

Kane was responsible. I wanted desperately to talk to him; not only to thank him, if that was even possible, but to answer a myriad of questions that were building in my head.

The first and most important one was, is there any fucking way to turn this off? That one came primarily as I rode the bus back to the university. As women of all makes and models practically threw themselves at me, I realized that control might be an issue. Fortunately, it seemed to only affect adults. The youngest appeared late teens, while the oldest were as old as their mid-sixties.

The other problem came to mind next. You can call me a nerd at heart or a romantic at heart, but I didn’t want this, whatever it was, to affect Summer.

Summer had always been nice to me. She genuinely seemed interested in me, though my own self-confidence had kept me far away from ever doing anything about it, much less my dismal marriage to Jo. I spent the rest of the ride trying to decide whether or not that was over. Her admission to loving me during the throes of her passion had seemed honest and sincere. What was a horny young man who had been sexually repressed since his mid-teens to do?

Well, if you thought of the private, female-only Catholic college on the way to the University, you’d be thinking like me. I hung on the signal-stop rope as if my life depended on it, bringing the accessible bus to a quick stop.

“Getting off early, M?” Clarence asked. I’d known Clarence pretty much since I started driving the bus. I wasn’t sure if he noticed the two sets of female eyes drooling over me as I wheeled up to the lift. “Whatcha up to?”

“I grinned at him. General mischief and debauchery.” I said, shrugging.

Clarence laughed it off. “Yeah, right. Pick you up her or at the Uni later?”

I joined him in the laugh. “Uni will be great. Give you a buzz?”

“Cool by me, buddy. Good luck with those Catholic girls!” He grinned, winking at me.

“You want me to save something for you?” I said as the lift lowered me to the curb.

Clarence shot me the thumbs-up. “You do that, M. Lovin’ me some redheads, but make sure they have some meat on them.”

I laughed as I rolled back. Hell, hopefully he doesn’t get any shit for the sexist language, I thought. On second thought, the look in the eyes of the two other passengers probably meant it hadn’t even registered.

Control still bugged me as I rolled down the sidewalk, practically aimlessly. I wanted to get out of sight before ditching the wheelchair in some hallway until later. Kane had to have some kind of control. Although I’d always found him oddly attractive, there wasn’t the pull that I seemed to have been experiencing. Hell, Jo had been putty in my hands, but I wanted things to progress more naturally with Summer if they could. That brought up the question; would I take advantage of the power with her anyway? I doubted it, but definitely remembered what they always say about power.

The first building I decided would work was some sort of sporting complex. I wheeled in and through the milling students. Mostly young and seemingly upper-class ladies, decked out in their awe-inspiring uniforms. I did put one thing down about whatever powers I had gained; I needed to be noticed. It actually stunned me how many of the upturned noses didn’t even deign to look at me. They were flitting here and there, gossiping, but hardly any looking down towards me, much less making eye contact or giving me any sort of acknowledgement.

Well, to be fair, that wasn’t all of them. As I was trying to find a quiet alcove in which to ditch my wheels, a door opened and a cute brunette smiled down at me. She was young, cute, and right on the edge of pleasantly-plump. She filled out her uniform far better than some of the others, though unfortunately, the world doesn’t really see her type as ideal.

“Hi.” She squeaked. I noticed the immediate blush.

“Just looking for someplace to hide out.” I said, grinning.

She looked around, as if spies were about, her light-brown eyes wandering. “You can hide out in here.” She said. “I don’t think any of the other girls would mind.”

Other girls. I grinned, pushing myself along to follow her into the little room. It opened into a fair-sized room. Where I’d normally expect institutional chairs and tables, there were couches and recliners. The furnishings stopped being important when I noticed the other contents of the room.

My perky, plump co-conspirator was one of three, and my inner Goldilocks was immediately satisfied. Adding to my Rubenesque beauty, there was an incredibly petite redhead and the blonde. The blonde almost immediately stood, giving me that first look at her most prominent feature. She was well over six-feet, and I swear the bottom of her skirt was almost at my eye-level in the chair.

“Who’s this, Kimmy?” The blonde asked, in an almost surprisingly soft and sweet voice. The contrast with her huge figure was startling.

Kimmy, my voluptuous cutie, must have realize that she had no clue, so I jumped in for her.

“You can call me M.” I said, smiling my best smile. In days gone by, that didn’t mean much. Apparently now, thanks to Kane, it meant a lot more.

“Hi, M.” The three responded in such unison it almost made me laugh out loud.

“I’m Dakota.” The redhead blurted out.

“Phobe.” The Amazon added as my eyes went to them in turn. Summer who?

“M? Is that like from the spy movies?” Kimmy asked.

I laughed. “Something like that. So, what are you lovely ladies up to today? I’m not interrupting anything important, am I?”

“We’re studying.” Phoebe said, immediately, getting her a hard swat on the arm from the feisty redhead. With the size difference, I imagined it being a mosquito biting a St. Bernard.

“Phebes!” Dakota snarled, through gritted teeth. The Amazon went silent. “Oh, just chilling out a bit. Can I get you something to drink…” She said, standing and straightening her pleated skirt. Somehow, her arrangement of it left it even higher on her thighs, probably way out of the school’s regulations. “…or anything else?” The last was a hot whisper, almost completely in my ear.

I was already hard as a rock before those magic words were whispered in my ear. I was about to respond to Dakota when Kimmy spoke. “I’ve always wondered. Does this…work?” She asked, reaching into my lap and finding the answer to her own question.

“Kimmy!” Phoebe gasped, covering her mouth as her face flushed with embarrassment.

Feeling the boldness I’d had with Jo creep back in, I looked at Kimmy. “Well, technically, Dakota asked first.” I said, turning to the brunette squeezing my rigid cock through my pants. “But I’m hoping that the two of you can share.”

“Oh, we can share. Isn’t that right, Kimmy?” Dakota asked. I playfully tugged at the front of her button-down white shirt, leading her around the front of my chair. She didn’t take any coaxing at all. The pretty blonde went right to her knees between my legs as her plus-sized companion worked feverishly at the zipper of my pants.

Phoebe was obviously the shy one, which simply made me want her even more. I pictured those mile-long legs wrapped around my back as she took my cock, or even better, wrapped around my shoulders, blocking out all of the world sans her wet pussy. The eye-contact between us smoldered for a moment, before she had to make herself look away.

The other girls, though, were making quick work of things. I felt Kimmy’s fingers wrap around my growing shaft, giving it a loving squeeze before working it out though the fly, allowing her to give it a long, seductive stroke down to the base. As she pulled the foreskin back, my eyes found Dakota’s, just as she licked those cute little strawberry lips. The plump brunette looked a little disgruntled as her petite friend’s mouth descended, marvelously, I must say, down the contour of my overly-eager staff.

After all the years of wanting, I was finally getting more than I’d ever hoped, yet I had the almost overwhelming urge for more. My fingers snaked into Dakota’s short, blonde hair, pushing her cute face deeper into my lap, burying my cock in that hot mouth as I encouraged Kimmy closer for a kiss. Her smile was a beautiful addition to her sweet, young face, but those flashing and seductive eyes took the cake. I couldn’t bear to close my own, even as our lips met and she immediately offered her sweet tongue for my inspection. Feeling the blonde gag as I entered her throat, I kept her in place for a moment, pushing my hips up a little to sink it deeper. She gasped deeply as I allowed her air.

“C’mon, Pheebs.” I heard, though the tangle of Kimmy’s hair in my face as we continued the passionate kiss. “Don’t be a prude.”

I didn’t hear the response, though I may have been distracted; either by Kimmy’s driving tongue or Dakota’s, lapping at my balls like a puppy. I had already decided that no matter what else I managed to accomplish, I was going to fuck the shy Amazon, and I was going to make her cum so hard she’d remember it in her old age.

Breaking the kiss with Kimmy, I guided her around to the front of my chair, encouraging her to take a knee with her friend as I looked up towards the shy beauty, torn between embarrassment and the inability to stop watching the scene unfolding in front of her smoldering eyes. “Why don’t you touch yourself, Phoebe?” I asked. “I would love to watch you.”

She flushed violently again, but the eye-contact remained and I knew that whatever power I held was chipping away slowly at her inhibitions. It obviously had a different intensity depending on the subject. Something else I wanted to discuss with Kane once I was able to get in touch with the apparently elusive and formerly-nerdy professor. She was leaning on the arm of one of the chairs, but she tentatively swiveled it around, taking a seat on the cushion.

“That’s it, doll.” I said, feeling the swapping of lips on my cock. The hot little duo was doing a fine job, but most of my concentration was on the elusive beauty in front of me. “Just put one foot up for now.”

Phoebe lowered her eyes, but did as I suggested, raising one foot up onto the cushion, her pleated skirt falling up towards her thick, yet shapely thighs. As if ripping off a bandage, she tugged it up even higher, then immediately pulled the covering triangle of white cotton to one side, exposing a neatly-manicured patch of hair and the pink hint of protruding lips.

“That’s beautiful, baby. I’m proud of you.” I said, pushing Kimmy’s lips farther down my shaft. Dakota obviously had a bit more experience in the oral department, but I figured I was more than willing to give some lessons. “Why don’t you slip one of your fingers in there for me?”

It seemed as if each instruction I suggested was easier for her to follow than the last. The power was progressing nicely. I had to keep in mind that just because whatever draw I had made her desire me, it was her own personality that would determine whether or not she would act on those biological urges. I started to realize that it was just up to me to provide an irresistible temptation to act on those needs.

The Amazon’s eyes, having been lowered to her own body to escape mine, returned with a vengeance as her finger pressed into her slit, gingerly spreading the moisture to allow better access. They locked onto my gaze and almost startled me for a moment with the ferocity of her passion. What the hell had I unleashed? God, I wanted it, though. It distracted me from the rest of the circumstances. Kimmy’s hungry, wet mouth became Phoebe’s tight pussy, Dakota’s stroking and gripping hand became the Amazon beauty’s clutching throat as I fucked her beautiful face. That same sensation seemed to be passing through to her as well because one finger became two, two fingers became three. She bit her lower lip as she pleasured herself, not watching her friends swallowing my aching cock over and over again, simply staring into my eyes, as if reading something there that the others had missed.

As the sensation grew and grew, it started to startle me. The line defining who was the dominant and who was the submissive was hazy and poorly-defined. I sensed no aggression, no conscious action from the gorgeous, towering beauty, but there was something definitively different about her. The slight moans that started from between those heavenly lips seemed to be perfectly tuned for my ears; audible pheromones as her own levels of passion ramped up in parallel with my own.

Kimmy and Dakota, as cute as they were, were completely forgotten in the room as the odd energy passed between us. I felt harder and more sensitive than I’d ever felt, though at the time, I chalked it up to my lack of experience. Both of Phoebe’s feet were up on the chair and she was a gorgeous tangle of long limbs and creamy-white flesh, her hair in her face, forgotten as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm. She tensed up, her body locking up as the soft, moaning hum emanating from her turned into a wail as she plummeted over the edge. In a powerful and unexpected explosion, I followed her into the abyss, pumping load after load into the girl who had my cock buried in her throat as I bucked roughly deeper and deeper, emptying my seed into her body. It was Kimmy, but I didn’t care, nor did I notice until after the final spasms rocked my newly-remodeled body.

Chapter Five

Disarray. That would be one word to describe the archeology storage room when I finally made it back to the university. Ransacked would be another one. There was no sign of anyone else, so I stood up from my chair and made my way down the aisles towards the place where I had re-shelved the professor’s scarab. Two things were clear. That one artifact was the cause of my sudden transformation, and it was the only thing stored worth searching for. The on-site storage consisted mainly of artifacts with purely academic value; anything else found on our digs were on display at the university museum, which was much more secure.

The box was there, discarded on the floor, empty. I felt a bit empty, myself, staring down at the foam cutout where the precious artifact had rested. No sign of it in the nearby piles of hastily toppled boxes and scattered mounds of hand-written dig notes. It was simply gone.

“Morton? Are you back there?”

Shit. Summer. The only way she would even know that I was back there was the presence of my wheelchair. I immediately dropped to the floor. I knew I would have to approach my metamorphosis at some point, but I wanted to have Kane’s input first.

“Yeah, I’m back here, Summer.” I said, straightening my legs out in front of me.

A moment later, she appeared from around one of the shelves. “What the hell are you doing down there, M?” She asked.

I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, I’m paralyzed for one thing. I’d thought you’d have noticed.”

She stared at me, dumbfounded for a moment before smiling. The light in her eyes was there, as usual. “No, dipshit, what the fuck are you doing out of your chair.”

“Oh!” I said, feigning sudden understanding. “Honestly, I wanted to see if some things were stolen or not, and the walkways aren’t exactly ADA friendly, are they?” Summer’s beautiful eyes followed mine as I looked down a book and artifact-strewn row.

“Do you…need some help…or anything?” She asked. One thing I do often with people I work with is discuss my disability. Simple things like saying that if I need help, I’m not afraid to ask for it, along with a full description of how it happened. I’d never done that with Summer. Heck, in retrospect, I was not only infatuated with her, I was intimidated by her.

I wanted to be careful with what I said, as she would probably be more influenced by my words than usual. “No, I’m good, Summer.” I said. “Sometimes I like going out for a drag.”

Her expression flattened for a moment, then the sarcasm registered. “You’re a pain in the ass, M.” She said, smiling. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Nope, gone.” I said, propping myself up against a shelf. Summer was tapping at her phone. “Whatcha doin’? I asked.

“Just texting the prof.” She said, giving one last press with a flourish, as if sending somehow needed to be announced.

“Been trying to get in touch with him since last night.” I said. “No such luck. We should probably call the police.”

Summer was staring at me. Crap. That certainly wasn’t what I wanted. Not right then and certainly not with her. “Did you cut your hair or something?” She asked, the gears visibly turning in her head.

“Something like that.” I admitted, then tried to change the subject. “I’m going to drag myself back to my chair if you want to join me.”

The beautiful grad student shook out her hair as if clearing cobwebs from her thoughts. “Yeah. Hey, looks good on you, M.” She said as the two of us awkwardly made our way back to the entrance.

A beep from above me and a moment of silence. “That was the prof.” She said. “Weird.”

“What did he say?” I looked upward, though it was a strain on my neck and I had to take my eyes off those perfect runner’s legs of hers.

“He says he doesn’t want us to call the police and that he wants me to come pick him up at the airport.”

Okay, I thought. “Well, you’d better go. All jokes aside, I’m fine.”

Summer looked down on me, those eyes set with concern. “You sure, M?”

“What are you going to do, carry me?” I asked, smiling.

She laughed. “Yeah, no. I don’t want to offend you or anything, but you look more…” She gave a long pause as if deciding whether or not to finish her statement. She seemed to steel herself. “…substantial that you look in your chair.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but the pause was obviously too long.

“Oh, God, that was probably offensive, wasn’t it?”

“No.” I laughed. “I’m a pretty hard dude to offend, but yeah, I can see what you’re saying.” Yeah, I thought, considering I’ve probably gained fifty pounds of muscle since she had seen me last. “Go, prof’s waiting for you!”

She gave me a sweet look. “I’m glad we’re in the same program, M.” She said, as she turned and swished out. My eyes followed her until she was gone.

The plan was to wait a few minutes before standing up and heading back to my chair, but my phone rang in under a minute. Kane.

“Professor.” I said, starting right into things. “What the hell is going on?”

“Well, I sent Summer on a wild goose chase. Shit thing to do, but it’s important.” I heard. The connection wasn’t the best, but I could hear him for the most part.

“The scarab is gone.” I said.

“I figured.” Kane sighed. “I’m assuming you know by know what it is, what it does, and why I’m the way I am.”

I snorted into the phone without meaning to. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to call you to ask you how the hell to turn it on and off.”

“Summer?”

“Am I that easy to read?” I asked, answered by a laugh.

“No, just the same deal with me.” Kane said. “Look, I need you to do something important.”

Considering I basically owed him my health and ability to walk at the very least, I was quick to answer. “Name it.”

There was a brief pause. “Am I right to assume that the effect made you perfectly healthy?”

I laughed. “If you’re beating around the bush to ask me if I’m still paralyzed, then no.”

“Perfect.” Kane said, then turned strictly business. “You got something to write on?”

Chapter Six

I put the phone back on the end-table next to the couch. It was Phoebe, from my oddly-surprising encounter earlier in the day. I think I had been way to stunned by the unusual connection between the two of us to continue on with her friends, but she had texted me her number before I left. She wanted to see me again, and I wanted to see her, but I couldn’t really set a time, which seemed to disappoint her. On the one hand, I had to figure things out with Jo. On the other, I had to figure things out with Summer. Unfortunately, I only had two, but I was currently dealing with what Kane had asked me to do.

The receptionist moaned loudly as I rose up a little higher, using the leverage of my bodyweight to drive deeper into her, pushing her lithe body even flatter against the couch. She had started on her knees, but the power of my thrusts and the throes of multiple orgasms had taken her almost prone. Her body was remarkable, and her tight ass fought to retain my thrusting cock with each long, deep stroke.

I’m not going to go into full detail about the mission. Just suffice it to say that what Kane sent me to retrieve was in this office, and Jill, the receptionist had been the only person in the office after-hours. She probably would have simply given it to me, considering the influence I was granted by the scarab, but honestly, most of you wouldn’t have turned down her advances.

Having already sent one load of cum down into her stomach following a particularly wet and sloppy face-fuck, Jill had practically begged me for more. I’d driven her to a pair of orgasms with my tongue before hitting her remarkably tight pussy. The move into pounding away at that perfect little pink rosebud had been completely her idea, not that I was complaining.

“I want that in my ass, baby.” Not really words that I was capable of refusing at the time. My mother had always told me to be respectful of the ladies.

Her moans were mostly stifled by the pillow pressed against her mouth, but she occasionally came up for air to praise what I was doing and encourage me not to stop. With long, slow strokes, I ground my shaft into her bowels, her petite cheeks providing no backstop to keep me from sinking completely in to the hilt. She groaned at each stroke as I bottomed out inside her.

The artifact Kane wanted was already in my bag, and I glanced over at it as I continued to fuck her hard and deep. I knew that I should probably be getting along, but the effects of the scarab were still new and exciting. Hell, the concept of being attractive to women was still new and exciting. I was like a starving child in a candy store.

Her ass clenched tight on my down-stroke as Jill came to yet another orgasm, and the additional pressure was enough to start my second load pumping deep into her willing flesh. She cooed and continued to praise me as it flooded her body. Time to get out of here, I thought.

The hood didn’t seem to be coming off anytime soon, so I was assuming a couple of things. One was that they knew the powers I had and that they somehow centered on the eyes. The other was that I was probably in a shitload of trouble. No one had given me any explanation of either who they were or why they were holding. In a very literal sense, I was in the dark as to those things and my kidnappers’ intentions.

The wait seemed to be interminable, but I saw the glow of lights through the hood’s fabric before I had completely slipped into despair. They powered on with a hum, getting brighter for a few long seconds before evening out.

“We know that Kane sent you for the scepter fragment. We want the scarab. Tell us where to find it and you’ll be fine, Morton.”

The voice was formal and measured; she sounded like English was a second language, and if it was, she was an outstanding student. The thing that sucks the most when you’re given the ultimatum between safety and giving up information is when you have to admit that you don’t have the information.

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?”

I felt a tingle in my arms, tied behind the chair. It was an electrical charge. “Apparently not.” I added.

“Look, Morton. We know who you are, and we know what you were just the other day.” The voice said. “It’s not that easy to put the pieces together. Just tell us where the scarab is.”

“Hey, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. If you’re talking about Morton, the nerd in the wheelchair, that’s definitely not me.”

The voice laughed. “You’re funny.” There was no laughing, though, and the statement was followed by a noticeably longer reappearance of the current running across my body.

“Well, you’re not.” I said. “I wish I could tell you, baby, but someone stole it this afternoon.”

“Stole it!” The voice said, its monotone being suddenly shattered. It calmed down to continue. “Who stole it?”

“If I knew that, they wouldn’t be a very good thief, would they?”

No laugh, but no current, either. The hood suddenly came off over my head.

The voice and its owner were reunited in my vision as soon as the blurriness cleared. The woman was in her mid-thirties with long, blonde hair in soft curls. She turned away from me and paced to the other end of the room, giving me a long, hard look at what appeared to be an incredible body, if not that of a bodybuilder.

“Well, you’re of no need to me, then.” She said, turning back around to face me, holding the fragment of scepter I had retrieved earlier in one hand; a gun in the other.

Admittedly, I panicked. “Shit, what the fuck. Hey!” I stammered. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

She gave me a look of compassion. “It’s just business, kid.” She said. “Yeah, you’re cute and seem like a nice guy and all…”

My head flooded as she approached. Maybe she was falling victim to the scarab’s powers. She dashed that, though, seeing the look on my face.

“Ha. No. This protects me from you and what you’ve become.”

“What I’ve become?” I asked, wanting to keep the conversation away from the business end of the handgun. “What have I become?”

She looked at me, amused. “We call you The Dynasty.”

The moment she said it, the drumbeats started up in my head again and she was there, in my vision, begging on her knees for me to service her. Something felt different this time, though. I could feel strength pouring through my body. My eyes had never left hers, even though they were seeing a different scene. From the looks of hers when I returned, though, this was something she hadn’t been anticipating.

I flexed my muscles, feeling the plastic cords straining against my skin. The vision returned, but only for a moment before I felt the cord snap.