C.J. Winchester walked out of the Student Union feeling like he'd just won the lottery. The dark haired, blue eyed college freshman had not only just fucked the virgin bubble butt of his campus tour guide, he'd also managed to turn him completely gay with one command. In fact, thanks to the silver ring he'd found in the bushes and was now wearing, it seemed like C.J. could make anyone do anything he wanted. If that was truly the case, it was far better than winning even the biggest lottery jackpot. Money would only get you so far, after all.
"Let's have some more fun," C.J. said to himself. Coming towards him on the sidewalk was a young couple holding hands.
"Stop." C.J. spoke just as they reached him. Their steps instantly halted and they both looked at him in confusion.
"Tell me you name," C.J. said to the guy, who was tall and thin, a bit on the dorky side though in a cute way. He wearing glasses and a Captain America T-Shirt.
"Robert Alan Hall," he answered promptly.
"What-" Robert's girlfriend started to speak.
"Go and sit in the commons in and wait for Robert, and forget you ever talked to me." C.J. told her, and she instantly closed her mouth and walked away.
"Hey! Hazel, wait!" Robert called out.
"Robert, you feel safe and relaxed. You'll answer any questions I ask honestly. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Robert visibly relaxed.
"Robert, how big is your dick?"
"Six and a half inches."
"Have you ever done anything sexual with a guy?"
"No."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
"No."
"Who do you fantasize about when you're jerking off?"
"Scarlett Johansson, Hazel, my old babysitter Becky, my older brother's girlfriend with the huge-"
"Stop, that's enough." C.J.'s eyes went to Robert's t-shirt. "From now on, the only person you're going to fantasize about when you jerk off is Chris Evans as Captain America."
"Okay," Robert said.
"In fact, whenever you see him on TV or in a movie, or even just in a picture, you're going to get a raging hard on that will not go away until you've either jerked off or had sex. Whenever you cum from now on, you'll be thinking of him and you're going to cry out, each and every time, "Oh Captain, my Captain."
"All right."
C.J. handed Robert his phone. "Put your number in here for me and make sure that you always open every text you receive, no matter where you are or what you're doing. Now, go and find Hazel in the commons. You'll remember all my commands but forget you ever met me," C.J. said.
As Robert walked away, C.J. grinned to himself. Hazel was certainly going to be a bit confused the next time she and Robert hooked up. C.J. continued along, his mind full of possibilities. The next person he passed was a man who looked to be somewhere in his 50's, most likely a professor.
"You want to give me all the money in your wallet," C.J. said to him in passing. The Professor instantly stopped and pulled out his wallet.
"I'd like you to have this," he said, handing C.J. six twenty dollar bills and a five.
"Thanks!" C.J. accepted the money and continued on his way. While waiting at the cross walk he pulled up a picture of Chris Evans as Captain America on his phone and texted it to Robert's number.
In the commons, Robert and Hazel were sitting together in the same side of a booth, snuggled close with Robert's arm around her shoulders. Hazel was talking about a problem her best friend was having with her boyfriend when Robert's phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and opened the text.
"It's just so sad that he's doing that to her, it really... Robert!" Hazel was shocked to feel her boyfriend's dick pressing against her.
"Sorry!" Robert looked a bit feverish as he put his phone away and tried to will his dick to deflate. Somehow, though, he couldn't get the image of that hunky, bearded Captain America he'd just seen out of his mind and his dick was aching so bad.
"I've got to cum," Robert whispered in Hazel's ear, trying to pull her hand down to his lap.
"What? You're kidding me. We're in public."
"I need to get off, Hazel, please."
"Get away from me. I'm trying to talk to you about something really serious and upsetting, and that's all you can think of? Why don't you call me when you're ready to apologize!" Hazel stormed off, leaving Robert with a real problem. He glanced around the busy room and then eased his zipper down slowly under the cover of the table. He was so hard, he just had to cum. If he was quiet, no one would even notice.
As he tried to stroke himself in a stealth manner, images from various Marvel films began flashing through his mind. Like that scene right after Steve Rogers is transformed into Captain America and he's suddenly all shirtless and buff, and oh god those muscles....
"OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN!"
Silence fell throughout the commons as everyone turned in the direction of the flushed guy in the Captain America t-shirt who was hunched forward in a booth, panting and making what was obviously his cum face.
"Oh my god! Did that guy just jerk off in the middle of the commons?" a freshmen girl on Grant's tour who had been desperately trying to flirt with him since they sat down, asked him. Grant, who was sitting at just the right angle to see under Robert's table, nodded and licked his lips.
"He sure did!" Grant replied in his most chipper tour guide tone. Noticing the look of lust in his eyes, the freshmen girl realized she was completely wasting her time.
Robert looked and felt mortified as he shoved his dick back in his pants as surreptitiously as was possible for someone who was being stared at by at least a hundred people, some of them with their cell phones out and pointed at him. As soon as he was tucked away he ran for the door, wondering what the hell had come over him.
Across campus, C.J. had returned to his dorm room. He had a private single room at the end of a hall full of double rooms and thus far hadn't met any of the other people who lived on his floor. A couple of guys were moving in to the room right across the hall from his, though, so he stopped in to introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm C.J. I live right across the hall," he said, sticking out his hand.
"Hi, C.J., nice to meet you. I'm Darren, this is Doug." Both men were attractive, especially Darren who had the built, muscular body of someone who played football. Doug had a leaner swimmer's build. C.J. instantly knew he was going to love living across the hall from the two of them and decided to set the tone right away.
"Whenever you're in here with the door closed, you're both going to get completely naked. Neither of you will ever wear clothes in this room once that door is shut, and the sight of each other's naked bodies is going to be an irresistible turn on for you. You won't be able to resist fucking and sucking each other once you're naked."
"Okay."
"Well, nice to meet you, see you guys around!" C.J. walked out and closed the door behind him with a grin. Inside the room, Doug and Darren immediately began to strip off their clothes. Within a minute of taking off the last articles of their clothing, the two jocks were on the floor in a writhing, sweaty sixty nine, sucking each other's dicks hungrily.
A few minutes later, C.J. closed his own door and started down the hall, planning to go to the dining center for some lunch. He was only halfway down the hall when a stunningly handsome blond in shorts and a tank top turned the corner and headed towards him, carrying a box.
'Oh, fuck. He looks like every jerk off fantasy I've ever had!' C.J. thought to himself.
"Hi. I'm C.J., I live at the end of the hall," he said, nodding his head in the direction of his room.
"Oh, nice! I'm Reggie, I'm right across the hall from you, man!"
"Oh. I thought Doug and Darren lived in that room?"
"You're half right. Darren is my roommate. The other guy, Doug, is his brother, he's helping him move in."
Oh shit!
"Well, nice to meet you. I've got to finish getting all this junk to my room."
C.J. just nodded, not quite able to find any words.
He watched as Reggie fumbled to balance his box and the keys and then finally got the door open.
"What the fuck?!"
C.J. hurried up behind Reggie and looked inside. Darren, the more built of the two brothers, was lying on his stomach on the floor, propped up on his elbows and staring helplessly at his roommate as his brother Doug pounded his ass from behind.
"Oops," C.J. muttered under his breath.