The Berries Ch. 1

The Berries (by Mafisto)

Chapter 1 of 3
[Non-celebrity pictures inspired this story. Alternate fantasy celebrity casting: Matt Keeslar as Mark, Paul Walker as Kevin, Nick Stahl as Keith, Marcus Schenkenberg as Dayton, Jeremy London as Jeremy, Rick Shroeder as Rick, Shane West as Jim, James Franco as Gary.]

Carrying a small cardboard box, Professor Xavier Feldon entered room B-92 of Newbury College closely followed by Mark Brooks, his teaching assistant. The students inside, slouched over their seats, were sweating and suffocating due to the chronic stuffiness of the room; at the sight of their biology teacher and his blond sidekick they revived and somewhat straightened their posture, immediately intrigued by the mystery of what was in the box. For the last six weeks, Biology 391 (“Flora of the American Northeast”) as taught by Feldon had not broken any records in pedagogy, and the students were alert for anything that could potentially alleviate their boredom.

Keith, the dark-haired, freckled cynic of the class, whispered to the ever-brooding Dayton at his left: “He probably planted a seed in a box of earth and he wants us to watch it grow during the entire class.” If it amused Dayton, it did not register on his magazine-cover face. At the opposite end of the classroom sat Jeremy, who was as perpetually cheerful as Dayton was perpetually sullen. Although he was considered the class geek, just a notch above the exasperating Cynthia Coleman in the social order, he had none of the stereotypical oddities associated with the title, only a fresh, eager face and a much exploited gullibility.

“What’s in the box, Professor?” Jeremy asked, fidgeting beyond what the situation called for.

“Close to Harriston,” Feldon said, giving no hint as to whether or not he was actually answering Jeremy’s question, “a few miles from here, there’s an area with an unusual ecosystem for the Northeast. Not only is there a rich variety of uncommon plants in its hills, its woods, its river and its lake, but also many unique species. It’s a sort of ecological paradise, and it’s also extremely picturesque with crystal-clear falls and gigantic trees.” Mark, the TA, nodded in agreement; the students listened with anticipation.

“You sound like a travel brochure,” said Rick, a boy with cropped blond hair sitting next to Jeremy. A wave of laughter came and went, and Rick reclined in his chair with a satisfied smile.

“Unfortunately,” Feldon continued, “it is private property. The company who owns it built a compound on the edge of it. The company is called ‘Tests, Inc.’ and it’s not quite clear what they do exactly; with a name like that you can only wonder. I’m not even sure they’re using the land, and we’re talking about a huge estate. It does not really matter anyway. I had a long conversation with Ms. Julia Dreyfuss, a representative of their company, and she gave me permission to bring some students there for a field trip.”

The students became quite noisy in their enthusiasm with the news. This was the summer term and it was a torture for them to spend their days inside especially when the sun was shining.

“There is some bad news, however,” said Feldon, as soon as he could be heard again. His words silenced the room. “I can only take eight people in addition to myself. Ms. Dreyfuss was extremely strict on this. Because of his role as TA, Mark is obviously coming, so this means only seven students.”

Feldon stared silently at the mass of disappointed faces, letting the news sink in.

“What will happen to those who don’t go?” asked Gary, a usually quiet student in the front row.

“I’m organizing another field trip for them, to Muldoon Park, which is still a great place.”

This seemed to relieve the students, who had been mainly looking forward to a day outside. From the back row, Kevin Reynolds, a student who had accumulated some fame for his exploits in the Newbury soccer team, asked: “How will you decide who goes?”

For a moment, Feldon gazed dreamily at Kevin’s wheat-colored hair and forest green eyes; the soccer player exuded a natural well-being he had imported from his native small town in Nebraska. Feldon then picked up the box he had placed on his desk and said: “This box contains slips of paper on which Mark and I wrote each of your names. Mark will draw seven slips from the box… You can figure out the rest.”

“Shouldn’t you choose the seven who have the best grades in your class instead?” asked Cynthia. The rest of the class booed emphatically.

“Isn’t that remark a little self-serving, Cynthia?” asked Jim, a student who, although his mother made a fortune with her best-selling historical romance novels, was casually dressed in a faded blue T-shirt and ripped jeans. Jim kept an unusually low profile for the rich boy on campus. Cynthia just winced at him.

“Although it could be argued that the best students would be better prepared for this trip, it could also be argued that they need it the least to succeed,” said Feldon. “Everyone here has a fair chance.”

Professor Feldon was in fact lying — he had already chosen those he wanted to accompany him. An unremarkable gay man in his late thirties, Xavier Feldon enjoyed teaching, primarily for noble reasons — to share his passion for knowledge with others — but also for less noble reasons, like the position of power it gave him over younger men. He had never revealed his sexual orientation in school — like many teachers, he was, to his students, asexual. He knew he was only a mediocre teacher, and that he failed to convey his passion for biology to his students; he also knew he was mediocre in his social life, and failed to attract the men he was attracted to. Lately, his resentment at both kinds of failure had built up, and he had started to indulge in sexual fantasies involving his best looking male students. The field trip idea had originated with the best of intentions, but while planning it, the natural surroundings of the event became a favorite setting for such fantasies. Soon he could not imagine the trip without Kevin or Dayton, and gradually the positions filled up until there were none left for arbitrary students. Of course, he did not anticipate that anything happening in his fantasies would actually take place there; but the sex-deprived teacher hoped that spending a full day outdoors in the company of his sexiest students would fill his memory with moments he would later be able to reshape into exceptional fantasies.

Feldon handed the box to Mark. The broad-shouldered TA took it and waited.

“Draw seven slips and give them to me.”

Mark drew the folded slips of paper, counting them aloud, “1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7,” and then gave them to Feldon. He placed the box back on the desk. Feldon unfolded the first slip. “Jeremy Shields.” He put that paper back in the box, while everyone looked at Jeremy, who was all smiles. “Keith Brown.” This time, it was the dark-haired cynic who became the focus as Feldon once again discarded the evidence in the box. “Dayton Flemmings.” The model-to-be just shrugged, as if he could not care less. “Rick Ferguson.” The class clown with cropped blond hair did a proud little happy dance on his seat. “Kevin Reynolds.” The all-American athlete winked at his audience. “Gary Tate.” The reserved young man in front simply nodded. Cynthia seemed on the verge of exploding in her seat. “Jim Dole.” Cynthia threw her arms in the air, and stole the focus from Jim, who readjusted himself in his seat.

“It figures,” Cynthia said. “No women. Isn’t that a little weird?” she then asked with suspicion.

Of course, Feldon had read the names he wanted to read and not those on the slips. The slips being back in the box, there was no way to tell.

“Sorry Cynthia,” he said, rather bluntly, “but probabilities don’t always result in a politically correct distribution.” He ignored her reproving look. “The trip will be all day Friday. We will meet at the college’s archway at 7:00 AM sharp. The trip to Muldoon Park will be next week. Now, let’s start this class.”

Two rented red minivans, one driven by Professor Feldon, the other by Mark, arrived at the ‘Tests Inc.’ gate around a quarter to eight. The huge bleak compound could be seen beyond, and Feldon was more than relieved it wasn’t their destination. The petite, dark-haired Ms. Dreyfuss was waiting for them, looking strict and serious. She took Feldon aside, gave him a stack of photocopied maps of the area, and explained which road to take and where to park the minivans.

“I bet this woman owns a few whips,” said Rick. “She has Feldon wrapped around her little finger.”

Fifteen minutes later, two groups of yawning students got out of the minivans and took in the fantastic view from the top of the hill. It was a glorious summer day, with only a few clouds in the dark blue sky. The sun shone without shame, and although the heat was not scorching, it was still quite hot. Fortunately, a gentle breeze cooled the air to a comfortable warmth.

Professor Feldon distributed the maps, and explained the layout of the area. “Okay, the thin lines are the major trails, and the dotted lines are the minor trails. You should stick to the major trails as the minor ones may have vanished in places. As you can see, the hill we’re on is covered with lots of woods, where you should find red and silver maples, Atlantic white cedars, eastern red cedars, and fraxinus nigra or black ashes. Down here, at the foot of the hill, is a fantastic spot, a lake with three small falls around it, here, here and here. The small opening here is where the lake slowly empties into a river; so despite the fact that the water is mostly still, there are some strong undercurrents. The water is clear enough for you to find specimens of algae and underwater plants. Remember that algae are no longer considered plants because they lack true roots, stems, leaves, and embryos. You can swim in the lake if you want.”

“Were we supposed to bring our bathing suits?” whispered Gary. “Did anyone bring his?”

It turned out that none of them had. Feldon cursed himself for having forgotten to mention it.

“It’s too bad we won’t be able to bring back any underwater specimens,” said Jeremy.

“You can dive in your underwear if you want them so badly,” said Keith. After Jeremy rejected the idea by shaking his head, Keith added: “Anyone willing to strip so that Jeremy gets his precious algae?”

Feldon scanned their faces eagerly, but to his disappointment no one volunteered. All prudes. “In any case,” he said, “you’ll find ferns and herbs growing on the edge and shallows of the lake, like water clover, of the family Marsileaceae. Inside the woods close to the lake, you’ll find a few clearings with small burnet, vanilla grass, which is extremely rare, and western wheatgrass, which you find almost exclusively on the west coast. Here is a large flat rock where you’ll find fantastic mosses.”

“Yeah, mosses!” yelled Rick, enthusiastically.

While they all laughed, Feldon fetched a box of Ziploc plastic bags of various sizes from one of the minivans and distributed them to the students. He then said: “Let’s divide you in three groups. Gary and Jim, group 1. Rick and Jeremy, group 2. Kevin, Keith and Dayton, group 3. Each group must gather specimens of unique or uncommon plant life for the Northeastern US. You’ll be evaluated by the rarity as well as by the total number of different specimens. We’ll meet at the lake in three hours for lunch. Any questions?”

“What’s for lunch?” asked Jim, smiling.

“Gourmet food. Ham and cheese sandwiches, chips, Coke, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dessert.” Dayton and Kevin winced in horror. These two were obviously into healthy eating.

“Let’s go!” said Feldon, and the three groups of students headed towards the woods.

Feldon and Mark each fetched a folding chair from one of the minivans and sat in the shade to grade papers. After about half an hour, Feldon got up and stretched. “I’ll go try to find them and see how they’re doing. Stay here in case one of them comes back and needs assistance.”

He took the main trail going down the hill. He tried a few of the major trails on the hill but found no one there. Near the bottom of the hill, he saw boot prints heading forward on one of the minor trails, so he followed that. He soon found Rick, who squatted on a rock, surveying the small clearing around him.

Feldon had once overheard Rick talk about his father, a retired U.S. Army general, and figured Rick had probably turned to comedy as a sort of release from a strict, military-style upbringing. Yet, Rick’s meticulously cropped blond hair, as well as the dark brown army boots and khaki fatigues he was wearing now, betrayed his ongoing veneration for the military.

“Where’s your partner Jeremy?” Feldon asked.

“He went skinny dipping in the lake in search of algae,” said Rick, using his soiled white T-shirt to wipe his brow. “No, seriously, he went further down the trail in the woods. We’re supposed to meet here in half an hour; we separated to gather more specimens. I should have stayed in the woods, it’s so hot here.”

“So, did you find anything interesting?” asked Feldon.

Rick brandished two bags. “We found a mushroom with a red cap and a white stem, and those are the nuts of a black walnut tree…”

“Be careful with that emeric mushroom. It is poisonous.”

“There go my plans for lunch… We also found really weird berries. I don’t have them here, Jeremy does. They’re like huge blackberries but blue. They taste sweet and juicy. Too bad we didn’t find that many.”

Feldon flinched. “You mean you ate some? That’s really dumb, Rick, they might be poisonous.”

“We ate just one each. I do feel a little buzz, but nothing painful. Jeremy said it was probably safe.”

“Jeremy doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Tell me immediately if you start to feel…”

“What’s that?” interrupted Rick, pointing to somewhere behind Feldon.

Feldon turned around. “What’s what?”

“I saw some kind of glare in the woods behind you, now it’s gone.”

“Nice attempt to change the subject.”

“It was as if the sun hit something in metal… Anyway. It’s much hotter than it was an hour ago. Are we really staying the whole day? We’ll be roasted by the middle of the afternoon.”

Feldon was still angry about Rick’s negligence, so the ungrateful remark infuriated him even more.

“Rick, it took a great deal of effort on my part to organize this trip, so if you’re so hot, take off your T-shirt, hell, take off your pants even, but we’re staying the whole day!”

A weird spasm appeared on the student’s face. “Sir, yes sir,” he said flatly. He stood up, mechanically stripped from his sweaty T-shirt, folded it neatly, and laid it on the rock.

Feldon did not appreciate Rick’s sarcasm, but he calmed down as soon as he saw Rick’s damp bare chest. He had not expected Rick to be so muscular, but obviously the boy worked out regularly, especially his pectorals and shoulders. Thanking the sun and the flash of irritation that had made him snap, Feldon tried not to stare at the hairless torso. Then Rick unexpectedly said, “I’m still hot,” and bent over to unlace his boots. Feldon discreetly moved behind him and gazed at the white of Rick’s briefs exposed above his fatigues, until it vanished when the now bootless Rick stood up, his back to Feldon.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to walk without your boots, Rick?” asked Feldon. “You could…” He stopped when a larger area of white popped into view, tightly stretched around Rick’s curvy ass, as the boy’s fatigues fell to his ankles. “What are you doing, Rick?” asked Feldon, as Rick calmly stepped out of his fatigues, and then folded them as meticulously as he had his T-shirt.

“I’m taking off my pants as you told me to,” answered the blond student, turning around to face Feldon. Feldon tried to focus on Rick’s brown eyes and not on the bumps in the student’s briefs.

“Rick, that was an angry comment,” said Feldon. “A joke. I did not mean for you to literally…”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I enjoyed doing as you told me to.”

Was this more sarcasm from the prankster of the group? Or did Rick suspect Feldon was gay? Maybe Rick was trying to expose him; if so, maybe Feldon should expose Rick’s prank first…

“You enjoy doing as I tell you to? Take off your briefs then,” Feldon said, smiling bitterly.

There was that spasm again on Rick’s unusually serious face, then he said “sir, yes sir,” and grabbed the waistband of his briefs. Feldon, shocked, was about to interrupt him when Rick froze. “I can’t,” he said, as if he was confessing the worst failure of his life. “I would be too embarrassed to show myself naked.”

Feldon’s world made sense again. “Nice prank, but I guess I caught you with your pants down, Rick. Now put your pants and boots back on.” Feldon deliberately left out the T-shirt. What was that spasm on Rick’s face again? He had almost bit his lip this time, before repeating his flat “sir, yes sir.”

Appalled by Rick’s irreverence, Feldon did not wait for him to get dressed before he headed further down the trail and entered the woods. Feldon hurried on in the direction where Jeremy was supposed to be. He found the overenthusiastic young man picking up a mushroom. The na├»ve student turned to face him with his trademark smile as he slipped the mushroom in one of the plastic bags.

“Professor! So glad you’re here. What kind of mushroom is this? It isn’t poisonous, is it?”

Jeremy looked particularly pure and chaste with his dark hair neatly combed, his innocent smile clearly sincere, his red shirt carefully ironed and his beige khakis miraculously unsullied; yet, he was proudly holding a bag that contained what looked like a perfectly shaped penis.

The tense Feldon had a brief fit of giggles. “I’m sorry,” he said. Feldon forced a serious look on his face. “No, the phallus impudicus is harmless. I’m more concerned about those berries you found with Rick. Those may be poisonous. That was dumb of you to eat anything you were not sure about.”

Jeremy produced a bag with five plump berries. “Look at them,” he said. “Aren’t they just a variety of blackberries?” The egg-sized berries indeed looked juicy and tasteful. Their globules were half the size of grapes, and of a translucent blueberry blue. Feldon had never seen anything like them.

“You have only five left?” he asked. “How many did you find?”

“Seven. There is no more. We’ve looked all over. The seven we found were spread out and each of them was hard to find. I guess they are extremely rare.”

“Give me the bag.” Feldon saw the same type of spasm on Jeremy’s face that he had on Rick’s.

“Sure, Mr. Feldon,” Jeremy said so eagerly that he sounded like a caricature of himself.

Feldon snatched the bag, remembering the flat sir-yes-sir’s Rick had been uttering. He looked at the berries suspiciously. Were they responsible for Rick and Jeremy’s strange and extreme behavior?

“Jeremy, how do you feel?”

“All right. I have this little tension inside my head, like a small headache, but everything else is fine.”

“Unbutton your shirt,” Feldon said, determined to get to the bottom of this.

This time, the spasm was accompanied by a brief, whispered moan. “Sure, Mr. Feldon,” said Jeremy with an acute enthusiasm completely inappropriate for the context. He carelessly untucked the shirt from his pants, and detached it so hastily a button flew off. The flaps of his red shirt opened to reveal his lean, flat, almost prepubescent chest, and he smiled as if he had accomplished the most amazing feat in the world.

“Jeremy, you will not be shocked if I do a little experiment with you?”

“I don’t think so,” Jeremy answered, in a normal tone of voice. “Go ahead.”

“Open up your pants,” Feldon said. If this was not well interpreted…

Jeremy shuddered and bit his lower lip. “Sure, Mr. Feldon,” he said eagerly. He detached and unzipped his khakis with such a broad smile that it unsettled Feldon for a moment.

Feldon felt it was safe to stare at the brandless white boxerbriefs his student was proudly displaying; the long tubular form shamelessly tugged within pleasingly surprised him. Was it growing harder?

Jeremy sat at the foot of a tree, completely comfortable with his shirt and pants open.

“Jeremy,” asked Feldon, trembling, “don’t you mind my seeing you like this?”

“What do you mean, like this? Like what? I don’t mind. Is everything ok?”

“You seem a bit… hmm… excited,” said Feldon, pointing to Jeremy’s crotch.

“Yeah, I know. For some reason, each time I do what you tell me to, I get kind of… excited.”

Feldon felt a sudden rush. Was that the reason for the spasms in Rick and Jeremy’s faces? Were the berries they ate making them feel sexual pleasure when they were given an order? He needed further proof, some outrageous behavior. Without thinking, he fetched the bag with the penis-shaped mushroom.

“Lick this mushroom clean,” he said, shocked by his own words.

Jeremy whispered another moan and said “Sure, Mr. Feldon,” so eagerly that Feldon grew instantly hard. As Jeremy took the vegetal dildo out of its bag, the front of his boxerbriefs stretched into a cone-like shape. When Jeremy stuck out his tongue, Feldon started to shake, and when the student started to avidly and innocently lick the silky penis, first with broad strokes, then using the tip of his tongue to reach the finer areas, Feldon had to exert phenomenal self-control so as not to cum.

Jeremy then put the mushroom back in the bag and said: “It’s clean, now.”

Feldon blurted out: “Show me your penis, now!” His sense of reality was quickly fading. Wasn’t it completely inappropriate to ask such a thing from a student? He did not know anymore, and who cared?

Jeremy was moaning and twitching at the command. “Sure, Mr. Feldon,” he said, so eager to please. His hands immediately pulled forward the waistband of his boxerbriefs, and Feldon got a flash of his thin patch of dark pubic hair. But then Jeremy froze, as Rick had done. “I can’t,” he said, completely distraught. “I can’t show you my… I would be too embarrassed.” The waistband snapped back.

This sent Feldon into an instant panic. “Do you mind that I asked you to do that?” he stammered.

“No!” Jeremy said, almost insulted. “It felt great! I mind that I can’t do as you told me to.”

“Well, Jeremy, refasten your pants and go back to your exploration. I will keep those berries.”

“Sure, Mr. Feldon,” came the expected answer, and Jeremy stood up and struggled to reattach his khakis despite his hard-on.

The Berries Ch. 2

The Berries (by Mafisto)

Chapter 2 of 3
[Non-celebrity pictures inspired this story. Alternate fantasy celebrity casting: Matt Keeslar as Mark, Paul Walker as Kevin, Nick Stahl as Keith, Marcus Schenkenberg as Dayton, Jeremy London as Jeremy, Rick Shroeder as Rick, Shane West as Jim, James Franco as Gary.]

Feldon was already halfway to the lake, clutching the bag of mind-altering berries, when he became conscious of the impulse that was drawing him towards that destination. He had automatically assigned the five berries in the bag to the five leftover students and was now scheming to keep his assistant Mark out of his way. The awareness of the immorality of his plan did not even slow down his pace. The long-rehearsed fantasies were now driving him, and the fear of long-term repercussions was fading like a dream.

Even if the effect of those berries was not strong enough to completely overcome the students’ basic inhibitions, to have them react with arousal at everything he said, to have them expose themselves shamelessly, to have them agree to almost everything he asked, all these gave him such a rush it was almost as if he was on drugs himself. His half-hard cock was leaking pre-cum all over his boxers. As he heard the voices of the students near the lake, he almost prayed in thanks. Rick and Jeremy were one thing, but the anticipation of having Keith, Dayton and Kevin — the cynic, the model and the jock– under his control gave him such a hard-on that he had to pause and wait a while for it to go away, so as not to compromise his plan.

Keith was studying the edge of the lake close to the falls. The falls created waves that were thwarting his attempts at collecting what he wanted from the water without getting his white shirt and black pants too wet. Dayton, who had come to the trip dressed much too warmly, had at least removed his jacket, but was still defying the rising heat by keeping a red cotton shirt over his white T-shirt. He knelt at the forest’s edge, rummaging through the high grass. Kevin had taken off the green plaid shirt that so well emphasized his eyes; he wore it around his waist over his khaki shorts. He had found a large branch and used it as a walking stick. He was exploring a clearing close to the falls where a wide variety of flowers grew. When he saw Feldon, he put his hands around his mouth and yelled: “Hi Professor! We’ve found a lot of interesting things.” The other two briefly looked at the teacher, and then returned to their tasks without a word.

“I’ll be glad to take a look at them, but first, I have a little surprise for you three.” Feldon’s words managed to attract Dayton and Keith’s attention. They and Kevin approached him. Feldon could not avoid staring at Kevin’s glistening torso. Chiseled not by a strict gym regimen, but by healthy exercise and sports, it was just as muscular as nature intended. Feldon struggled to stop trembling as he took the berries out. He had to remain calm. When the three students were in front of him, he said:

“Rick and Jeremy found these. They are unique to this area, but their taste is exquisite. I only have one for each of you, so don’t eat them too fast.”

Their eyes brightened at the sight of the plump blue berries.

“Are you sure they’re not poisonous?” said Keith.

“I remember reading about them,” Feldon lied. “They’re rare but perfectly harmless.”

“They look like a cross between grapes and blackberries,” said Kevin.

Feldon distributed the berries, and the three young men cautiously put them in their mouths. Kevin was immediately thrilled, but he chewed on his berry for a long while before speaking. Even Keith and Dayton could not prevent the enjoyment from showing in their eyes.

“Delicious,” said Kevin. “Too bad you don’t have more.”

One each is all I need, Feldon thought.

“Excellent,” said Dayton, without emotion. He walked back to the forest’s edge.

“Yeah, delicious,” said Keith. “A bit too sweet for my taste though.” He returned to the water’s edge.

Before Kevin could also leave, Feldon motioned towards the bags he was holding and said: “Come with me. I want to see what you collected.” He took Kevin out of the sight of the others. Feldon feigned interest in the rather plain findings the athlete proudly displayed while he actually scrutinized the student’s naked skin, the nuances of his tan, the reddish tint of the hair on his forearm, the tiny speck of green lint in his belly button, the tiny bumps on his nipples, one of which was erect, the other still limp. After five minutes, he could not contain himself any longer. The berries had to have taken effect by then.

“Kevin,” he said, “give me your walking stick.”

What a joy to see Kevin’s little squirm of pleasure at his words. “OK, professor. No problem.”

Feldon took the stick Kevin handed to him. Ever since Kevin had become his student, Feldon had attended every school soccer game. He had become obsessed with watching Kevin run with the ball across the field so determined that the other players instinctively moved out of his way, watching him get sweaty and muddy, imagining him washing himself in the showers afterwards, watching him even when he wasn’t directly part of the action, poised, each gesture communicating self-confidence. Now the noble jock with wheat-colored hair stood before him, and his forest green eyes conveyed that same self-confidence. Feldon let the stick fall by his side, breathed in deeply and said: “Kevin, strip down to your underwear, right now.”

The athlete had a brief look of surprise, but excitement quickly replaced it. He said, “OK, professor, no problem,” and went into a focused state, as if he was about to score a goal in soccer. He dropped his backpack at his feet, and detached the shirt at his waist. He unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts cautiously as if it was part of some tactic, then bent down to untie his running shoes. Once he had removed his shoes and socks, he stood up again, and let his shorts slide down his legs. As he stepped out of them, Feldon noticed that the tight white fabric of his briefs shaped the beginning of an erection. The athlete stood up straight and proud before Feldon, breathing deeply, oblivious to the fact that he was almost nude.

“Do you want me to go find more specimens?” Kevin asked, matter-of-factly.

“In a few seconds. First, I want you to turn around and bend over.”

Kevin trembled for a moment; the hair on his arms stood on end, and his limp nipple popped erect. He answered: “OK, professor. No problem.”

As Kevin turned around, Feldon was pleasantly surprised to discover that the briefs the soccer player was wearing had only straps in the back, like a jockstrap. An unexpectedly kinky choice for someone with usually rustic tastes. Kevin’s exposed ass, a tone lighter than the rest of his skin, jutted out as the athlete bent over. The cheeks, shaped like a rough rock carving, had a velvety texture just longing to be stroked; they were open just enough to give a glimpse of his pinkish anus.

Feldon moved to Kevin’s side and stroked his back as if he were an obedient dog. When he saw that Kevin did not mind, he moved his hand over the athlete’s ass. Kevin started, and sprung back to his feet.

“Is everything ok?” asked Feldon, nervous.

“Yes, but your hand on my ass was making me feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

Feldon studied the student’s face attentively. There was no sign of anger or unease. Only remorse.

“Don’t worry,” Feldon gently said. “Stay here and collect some more specimens.”

As Kevin’s entire body shook with pleasure at the order, Feldon noticed the huge hard-on barely contained in his briefs. It stretched the waistband forward, exposing part of his wheat-like pubic hair.

“OK, professor. No problem.”

Feldon left Kevin, frustrated that the berries’ effect was so limited. Peep shows were fun, but now he was hornier than ever. He walked up to Keith, who was still fidgeting around the shore.

“I haven’t found a way to collect these algae yet,” Keith said.

“Let me guide you through it then,” said Feldon, irritated. “Start by opening your shirt.”

Keith bit his lip, and stared strangely at Feldon. “No way, Feldon,” he said.

Feldon was instantly worried. Why wasn’t Keith reacting like the others? Feldon glared back at the dark-haired student who was always undermining his authority. Keith enjoyed exposing weaknesses in everything, and he had slyly succeeded more than once at making Feldon look like a fool. Feldon was always wary when dealing with him. If the berry he ate did not affect him, he would not hesitate to…

Despite his words, however, Keith proceeded to unbutton his shirt, gradually exposing his chest. He then stood with his hands behind his back, teeth clenched, with a defiant attitude. It was as if Keith knew he had no choice but to obey, but was trying to express his rebellion, to somehow show that it made him angry.

Feldon calmed down, then said: “Now, let me examine your chest to see if everything is in order.”

Keith winced either from pleasure or from fighting the command. “No way, Feldon.”

Ignoring Keith’s words, Feldon moved close enough to him to sense his warmth and smell his sweat. He placed his hand on the student’s right pectoral; it felt hot and tender. Keith shrank slightly from the touch, but did not try to move away. Feldon felt the tension in Keith’s breathing. With barely a touch of his finger, he aroused Keith’s nipples. He stroked Keith’s chest slowly, feeling every nook and cranny, and Keith breathed short, nervous breaths. “Seems okay to me. Let me help you take off the rest,” Feldon whispered.

Keith let out a grunt, then whispered back: “No way, Feldon.” His cold eyes made Feldon shiver.

Feldon started by removing the shirt, baring Keith’s freckled shoulders. He squeezed them like fruit. He then knelt before Keith and grabbed his pants by the waistband. As he did so, the tip of his fingers grazed Keith’s pubic hair, which made his heart beat like crazy. To have his head so close to the youth’s crotch, to unlock the latch of his pants, to slide down his zipper, every little detail was a delight in itself. As Feldon lowered the pants, he gradually revealed the loose brown boxers underneath, with their rectangle of light-colored patterns on each leg, then Keith’s thin knees, calves and ankles. No matter how strongly Keith was resisting Feldon, the huge erection in his boxers betrayed his arousal. Feldon untied the running shoes, and then removed them; a faint rank odor came out. After pulling off the socks and the pants, Feldon slipped again into his fantasies, and he suddenly grabbed Keith’s boxers and pulled down on them, but Keith’s hand was instantly there, grabbing them tight. “No way, Feldon!” he warned, this time meaning it.

Feldon stood up and stared at Keith. Keith’s brown shorts, his flushed flesh, his intense eyes, his sharp tension reminded him of a boxer. Feldon smiled mischievously and said: “Now, jump in the water.”

Keith’s eyes widened in surprise, while the rest of his body shivered in pleasure. “No way, Feldon,” he said in a faltering voice, but he turned around right away, ran up to the lake and jumped in.

Feldon walked confidently to the water’s edge, and said: “Throw me your underwear.”

As he had correctly guessed, since Keith knew the water would hide him, there were no basic inhibitions helping him resist Feldon’s order. Within seconds, Feldon held the youth’s dripping boxers in his hands. “Now, collect as many algae and water plants as you can,” he said to the nude and furious student.

Leaving Keith to his task, he walked towards Dayton, who had drifted further away along the forest’s edge. Feldon came behind the kneeling Dayton who, absorbed in examining some redosier dogwood, took no notice of him. “Dayton,” Feldon said, startling the attractive hunk. “Take off your shirts, right now.”

Dayton reacted strongly to the firm surprise command. He let out a deep moan of pleasure, then said: “Right away, sir.” His shirt literally flew off, and then he tore off his T-shirt in his haste to execute the order.

Feldon watched Dayton’s impeccable chest as the tall hunk panted heavily. Interesting development. The more strongly the order was given, the greater the submission. “Did it feel good?” asked Feldon, rudely.

“Yes,” admitted Dayton, although his face was as impassive as ever.

Although Dayton was clearly the most gorgeous of Feldon’s students, it was not because of this flawless beauty that Feldon thought of him as a future model, but because of his peculiar detachment. He belonged to the world of ideals, and his thoughts and emotions were not to be soiled by exposing them to the mundane. Or maybe to become a god on the surface, he once had to sacrifice all thoughts and emotions.

“Strip down to your underwear immediately. No delay. No excuses.”

Dayton closed his eyes and moaned loudly. “Right away, sir.” His boots and socks were off in a flash, then he squeezed himself out of his jeans so fast that his boxers half came down with them, exposing his entire ass and a patch of pubic hair. Fully erect in his boxers, he stretched down on his side on the grass.

Feldon lay down behind him, and said: “Stay still while I feel your body. Don’t dare move a muscle.”

After Dayton responded as usual, Feldon massaged his shoulders, and then his hands slowly worked their way down his back until he squeezed the hunk’s exposed ass. Unlike Kevin, Dayton did not react when Feldon’s hands touched his ass. Feldon felt as if he was handling an idol. He rubbed the thighs, often coming close to Dayton’s hard-on. Feldon was mesmerized by Dayton’s hard-on, the unambiguous symbol of Dayton’s pleasure. He moved his way up to Dayton’s pectorals, brushing his pubic hair along the way.

Suddenly, a rush of images assailed the teacher’s mind: Rick standing at attention in his white briefs, Jeremy licking the penis-shaped mushroom, Kevin bent over with his ass cracked open, Keith jumping in the lake in his boxers, Dayton tearing off his T-shirt. Feldon hugged Dayton tightly against his body, his hard-on firmly against Dayton’s bare butt. As Feldon came in his pants, kissing Dayton sensually on the neck, he saw a glare between two trees, as if the sun had hit a metallic object. He immediately forgot about it.

Within the compound, in a small room lighted only by the flickering glow of the twelve TV screens on the wall, a man was masturbating slowly, staring at the screens. On Monitor 4, a shirtless Rick was lying on a rock, sleeping; on Monitor 7, Kevin was examining the bark of a tree, his bare ass neatly framed within the straps of his jock-like briefs; on Monitor 10, Feldon and Dayton were getting up; on Monitor 11, Mark was doing push-ups beside one of the minivans. The mysterious Host typed a command on the keyboard in front of him, and a cracking noise could be heard from Monitor 11. Mark got up and walked towards the woods, apparently to investigate. On Monitor 10, Feldon rearranged Dayton’s boxers, and ordered him to continue his assignment. When Feldon left, the Host typed another command. The image on Monitor 6 switched to another view of Feldon, following him as he walked back to the minivans.

Feldon reached the minivans thinking that even if the berries didn’t work on Gary and Jim, his adventures at the lake with the sexy trio had made his decade. Mark was gone. Good. Maybe he would have time to have his fun with Gary and Jim before he came back. The entire area at the top of the hill was bright and hot with sunshine, except for some shadows over the hood of one of the minivans. Wanting to escape the heat, Feldon walked there, propped his side against the vehicle, and placed the bag of berries on the hood before him. He took out the last two berries from the bag, and examined them carefully. Who would have thought that nature could produce such a perfect drug? He looked at his watch, yawning. Lunch was in one hour. Feeling thirsty, he put the berries over the bag and went to fetch something to drink from the cooler at the rear of the minivan. He found a single Heineken among the soda cans; he sat at the back of the vehicle to drink it. He was exhausted. He reclined to rest his head against the floor, and fell asleep within seconds.

When Feldon opened his eyes, Mark stood in front of him, smiling.

“Hello, Xavier. The heat got to you, it seems. Lunch is in half an hour.”

“Mark… Hi. The students did some very interesting finds.”

“Great. Oh, thanks for the two berries you left for me. Delicious. Rubus or vaccinium, you think?”

Feldon was crushed. “Neither. You ate the two berries I left on the hood?”

“Yes… They weren’t for me? Don’t tell me they were the only two left!”

“They were the only two left.”

Mark was really distraught. “I had no idea. I thought you had lots… I thought those were for me!”

Feldon sighed. Now, he’d never get his way with Gary and Jim. How could he have been so careless with the most precious and irreplaceable find he had ever made? Did Mark really have to eat two? Feldon stared at his assistant; Mark looked away. To his surprise, Feldon realized that at that very moment, he found Mark attractive. The blond TA had never entered his fantasies before, but Feldon saw him in a different way now. At twenty-six, Mark was actually quite sexy: his blond hair was thin, short and neatly combed; he wore a faded jeans shirt and faded jeans. Why hadn’t Feldon noticed his sexiness before? Mark had eaten berries and was vulnerable right now. Was that the reason why Feldon suddenly found him attractive?

Feldon stretched back on his elbows and said: “Well, you brought this on yourself. Strip for me.”

Mark’s hands contracted into fists as a wave of ecstasy coursed through him. “Yes, Xavier. It will be a pleasure.” A rather strong reaction for such a simple order, Feldon remarked with surprise.

Mark instantly became a professional stripper. He teased Feldon by flashing his tanned chest and the patch of hair between his pecs, before finally losing his shirt altogether. This was a real man’s chest, muscular and moderately hairy. After baring his feet, he moved one foot up Feldon’s leg, until he almost reached the crotch. He then unzipped his pants and teased Feldon by showing more and more of his tight boxerbriefs, white with bright yellow patches. Finally, he kicked his jeans off and stood back in his boxers.

The last berry-induced peep show was over. Not bad, though. His TA’s robust body pleasantly surprised Feldon. He was about ready to give him another command when Mark started to rub his crotch through his boxers, then slid one hand between his underwear and his pubes and then stretched the waistband out, revealing his upper groin. He turned his back to Feldon, and inserted the other hand in his boxers. He finally slid his hands and boxers down his sturdy legs, and then threw his underwear away.

Feldon could not believe his TA stood in front of him with his backside completely naked. Did the berries have more effect on him because he was slightly older than the other students?

Mark turned around slowly, his hands crossed in front of his crotch. He took on a naughty look and lifted his arms behind his neck, exposing his semi-hard cock fully. He smiled genuinely.

Feldon almost broke into applause, but stared silently instead. He eventually said: “Great, Mark.”

“Thanks, Xavier. I really wanted to please you. I’ve never stripped for anyone before.”

“Well, you’re a natural. You don’t mind my seeing you nude like that?”

“Not at all,” he said, comfortingly. “As long as it makes you happy. I’m your assistant, am I not?”

“Yes you are, Mark. Now, jerk off for me.”

A wave of ecstasy coursed through Mark again. “Yes, Xavier. It will be a pleasure.” Feldon watched with amazement as Mark’s cock rose to full attention within seconds.

Mark stroked himself, the tip of his thick cock shining with pre-cum. Feldon took his own dick out and started to do the same. He followed Mark’s rhythm; their strokes gradually became shorter and faster. Mark smiled with contentment, as if the simple act he was doing made him happy beyond measure.

After a while, Feldon decided to take it to the next step. “Mark, suck my cock.”

After the usual ecstasy wave, Mark said: “Yes, Xavier. It will be a pleasure.”

He knelt between Feldon’s legs, and his mouth approached Feldon’s cock. He stopped. “I can’t.”

Feldon threw his head back in frustration. This was pure torture! Worse, he heard voices coming closer. Gary and Jim! And no berries to feed them! He stood up and got dressed.

“Hide in the minivan,” he told Mark, throwing him his scattered clothes as Mark writhed with pleasure. “There’s no time for convulsions! Hurry!” The words sent Mark into another pleasure seizure. Feldon was finally able to close the door, just as Gary and Jim appeared from the side of the minivan.

“Where are the others?” asked Jim. His white T-shirt was soiled with dirt.

“They’re not finished yet. Found anything interesting?”

“Not that much,” said Gary, softly. He lifted his purple T-shirt to wipe his brow.

Feldon discreetly looked at Gary’s bronze abdomen and belly button. He sighed. Despite Mark’s surprise full monty, despite the peep shows of Rick, Jeremy and the sexy trio, Feldon could not help but wish, now that Jim and Gary stood before him, that he had a few more berries. Jeremy had not found more. There could be more, but it might take forever to find them. He could at least try this afternoon.

Jim and Gary knelt down to open their backpacks. They both wore jeans, but Jim’s were faded and worn. This was just like him. Although Jim often overdid his whole I-don’t-act-rich attitude, it contributed a lot to his charisma. In class, he was often the one who imposed silence, or put his fellow students in their place when they were disrespectful. They listened to him not because he was rich, but because he was noble. Gary was his best friend, and Jim was overprotective of him.

The students took out the plastic bags with their findings. Feldon did not know much about Gary, except that he was chronically quiet. He had a thin rectangular face, with a tall nose that gave him a Greek look. He had short sideburns and cat-like, amber eyes. He talked gently and calmly, and Feldon had never seen him angry or even just slightly irritated. Gary was also an accomplished swimmer.

“You’re too hard with yourselves,” said Feldon, examining the bags. “These are great specimens.”

“Well, we would have found more if we had not collected all those berries,” said Jim.

The Berries Ch. 3

The Berries (by Mafisto)

Chapter 3 of 3
[Non-celebrity pictures inspired this story. Alternate fantasy celebrity casting: Matt Keeslar as Mark, Paul Walker as Kevin, Nick Stahl as Keith, Marcus Schenkenberg as Dayton, Jeremy London as Jeremy, Rick Shroeder as Rick, Shane West as Jim, James Franco as Gary.]

“Come on, Jim, the berries will be a great dessert,” said Gary. “Better than PB&J sandwiches.”

“What kind of berries?” asked Feldon, trying not to get too excited.

“You tell us,” said Jim. “They’re really weird.”

They each took out a large bag from their backpacks. Feldon could not believe his eyes. Both bags were full of the special berries! They had dozens of them! They stood up, holding the bags before them.

“They’re delicious,” said Gary, quietly. “We have enough for everybody for lunch.”

“How… how many… of… of these did… did you two eat already?” asked Feldon, trembling.

“About four each, I guess,” said Jim. “Are they poisonous? My head is buzzing like crazy.”

“They’re not poisonous,” said Feldon. “At least not in small quantities. Give me those bags.”

Their behavior changed drastically the moment he uttered the demand. They twisted and rubbed their hands over themselves as if overcome with powerful urges. They then bowed their heads in submission and said: “Yes, Master.” They handed Feldon their bags.

Why were their reactions so extreme, compared to those of the others? Feldon’s demand had been simple and not expressed that assertively. Had they found a more potent species? Feldon had a sudden revelation. Could it be that the more berries they ate, the stronger the effect was? That made brutal sense. There was only one way to find out. “I want you two to have sex together right in front of me. Make it hot.”

After writhing and moaning and touching themselves, they said: “Yes, Master.”

They lifted their heads, and turned face to face to each other. They looked awkward, as if they had no idea how to begin. They finally started by touching their lips, and gradually making it a long, deep kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other’s waists, then moved their hands under each other’s T-shirts. During the next kiss, they explored each other’s upper bodies, and their T-shirts went up and up until they broke their kiss just long enough to pull them off. Now shirtless, they kissed again, this time their bare chests rubbing against each other.

“Jim, how does it feel to kiss your best friend?” asked Feldon.

They stopped kissing long enough for Jim to answer. “It’s not something I would have thought I’d do,” he said, pensive, “but Gary’s a great guy, and doing what you ask me to do makes me really hot.”

They went back to their kissing. Feldon opened the minivan’s rear door, and asked Mark to come out. He was still nude, and although the students glanced in his direction briefly, they did not appear to mind.

“Here, Mark, two more berries for you,” Feldon said, innocently. “You can eat those.”

“Thanks, Xavier,” said Mark, who put them in his mouth instinctively. “I didn’t know Gary and Jim were lovers,” he added, nodding towards them. “Look at them. They’re really enjoying themselves.”

Still kissing, the students detached each other’s pants. Jim moved his hands inside Gary’s boxers, and started to fondle his privates. Feldon could not believe his eyes. He lowered his pants and started to jerk off.

Gary knelt before Jim and slid his friend’s jeans and boxers down. Jim’s hard cock bounced before Gary’s face. Without hesitation, Gary swallowed it and started to suck slowly on it.

Feldon could no longer stay passive. He pushed down on Mark’s shoulders and said: “Suck my cock.”

Mark fell to the ground and had some passionate convulsions, then he said: “Yes, Master.” He knelt before Feldon and this time, he did not even flinch as he put Feldon’s cock in his mouth. His mouth felt fantastic around Feldon’s hard-on, and Feldon had to control himself not to come right then. He looked away from the two students until his balls cooled down, then when he looked back, it was now Jim who was kneeling before Gary, sucking him while jerking himself off.

All of a sudden, Jim clenched Gary’s waist and whirled him around. Feldon watched, intrigued, as he continued to slide Mark’s mouth back and forth on his cock. Jim extended his tongue, spread Gary’s ass cheeks wide open, and started rimming his best friend’s ass with passion and astonishing diligence.

Feldon instantly longed to have a tongue in his ass, to enhance the voyeuristic experience. He looked down. Mark would do. “Mark, lick my asshole clean,” said Feldon.

Pleasure shudders. “Yes, Master.” Five seconds later, Feldon’s ass was invaded by Mark’s rough tongue. He jerked himself off and continued to watch the show.

Eventually, Jim switched from tongue to finger, and Feldon instructed Mark to do the same.

“Jim, how do you know so much about gay sex?” Feldon shouted.

“My mom,” he said. He spit. “She read everything about sex. She writes straight and gay porn under a pseudonym in addition to her romance novels. She made sure I had a complete sexual education. Gary, relax a little and let me get further in. I know about this spot. There.” He stimulated that spot for about a minute. Gary contracted his ass, and then howled. “Prostate orgasm,” said Jim, matter-of-factly. He stood up.

Jim stroked himself hard again, and then cautiously inserted his rigid cock inside Gary’s ass.

Feldon, a bit annoyed that Mark was not as skillful with his finger, decided to take an active role. “Mark,” he said, “stand up and put your hands on the roof. Let me fuck your ass.” Feldon waited impatiently for Mark’s wave of pleasure to pass. When after a “yes, master,” Mark assumed the position, he was horny and ready to be fucked. Feldon’s cock sliced his ass open like butter. For a long while, there was only the regular beat of fucking, the teachers on one minivan, and the students on the other.

Eventually, Jim opened the door to the minivan and stretched his back on the seat. Gary took the hint, pulled Jim’s legs around his waist, and entered his ass. Jim masturbated wildly, saying things like: “Come on Gary, give it to me. I want your big cock in my ass. Beat it into my hole. Yeah, dude.”

Feldon echoed the action. He stretched himself on the minivan’s seat and said: “Mark, fuck me.”

For another long while, Mark fucked Feldon while Gary fucked Jim. As Feldon came close to coming, he yelled really loud: “I want all of you to come right now!” Mark, Gary and Jim’s pleasure seizures grew into orgasms, and as they said, “yes, master,” in unison, they and Feldon spurted thick wads of cum all over Feldon and Jim’s chests.

“Mark and Gary, lick our chests clean,” said Feldon loudly. “Then I want you all to put your underwear back on. We’re going to the lake. It’s time for lunch.”

On a dark green shadowed expanse of short grass, surrounded by exceptionally tall trees and a lake with a shiny, undulating surface, Feldon, his teaching assistant and seven of his students enjoyed their sandwiches and sodas while chatting casually, listening to the prodigious rush of the falls. The scene would have seemed perfectly normal to anyone, if not for the fact that everyone, including Feldon, was only wearing their underwear (except for Keith, who wore a white towel around his waist) and the fact that the scene was much too touchy-feely and the conversations definitely too intimate for an academic field trip.

“I’m still angry at my parents for having me circumcised,” said Gary, one hand rubbing his royal blue Joe Boxers. “It’s like they mutilated me while I was defenseless.” He took another bite of his sandwich.

“Are you for real?” said Keith, precariously balancing himself on rocks. “I hate the foreskin on my cock. The only thing it’s useful for is to hold my cum after I jerk off until I get to the bathroom.”

Kevin was stretched on the ground, his head resting on Feldon’s lap, his chest caressed by Feldon’s hand. He said: “Well, I love my circumcised dick. I can stare at it for the longest time.”

“I do the same thing with my butt,” said Jim, laughing. “I stand with my back to the mirror and my head turned, and twist it around. I spend a lot of time at the gym working on it.” He briefly pulled down his plaid boxers to moon everyone. His butt was firm, dimpled and bulging.

“Wow!” said Jeremy, who had a woody bouncing in his white boxers-briefs during the entire lunchtime. “I wish I had an ass like that. Mine is just so plain.”

Mark was massaging Feldon’s feet. “I’m not too ashamed of my ass either, but I do four sets of different exercises just for the butt. It’s worth it, though.”

Dayton, wearing only his striped boxers, danced suggestively and silently in front of Feldon.

“Is there anything else than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dessert?” asked Rick, after finishing his soda. He sat on the grass next to Jeremy.

Feldon fetched one of the two bags of berries he had brought with him. “Actually, yes. Thanks to Jim and Gary, we have a huge quantity of those special berries you all love so much. Bon appetit!”

Ten minutes later, Mark and the students stood next to each other in a row facing Feldon. Their heads were bowed in submission. Feldon moved behind them, and began to remove their underwear and expose their butts, one at a time: he first pulled off Keith’s towel, then pulled down Rick’s white briefs, Jim’s plaid boxers, Jeremy’s white boxer briefs, Kevin’s jock-like briefs, Mark’s yellow and white boxer-briefs, Gary’s royal blue Joe Boxers, and finally Dayton’s striped boxers. A row of bare backs, butts, and legs. Feldon discarded his own underwear and started to jerk off at the sight before him.

“When I say your name, you will turn around to face me.”

They trembled; their nude asses wiggled. “Yes, Master,” they all said.

“Mark.”

The blond teaching assistant turned slowly. His nude body was still a stimulating sight for Feldon.

“Jeremy.”

The dark-haired overeager student faced Feldon with his raging hard-on pointing at the sky.

“Rick.”

The blond comic turned around evenly, standing at perfect attention. His cut cock was only half-hard. His balls hung low.

“Gary.”

Gary’s hairless swimmer’s body appeared in full frontal nudity, his thin cock like an iron bar.

“Jim.”

The rich and noble young man spun around. His rigid cock pointed straight towards Feldon.

“Keith.”

The cynic took his time to turn. His uncut cock was thick and still soft under a dark patch of hair.

“Dayton.”

The impassive future model struck a pose; his soft cut cock was slender and almost ten inches long!

“Kevin.”

The athlete from Nebraska whirled around, making his half-hard cock jiggle. It was cut, and well-proportioned, not as long as Dayton’s, but thicker. His balls hung heavy and full.

Feldon stared at the row of nude young students before him. He was no longer in the real world; he was completely immersed in some fantasy. They had eaten between six and eight berries each; by now, obeying the slightest suggestion from Feldon gave them such intense pleasure that they had no willpower left to oppose him. Moreover, their inhibitions had completely disappeared: there was nothing that could surprise them, nothing that was morally unacceptable to them. Feldon basked in the knowledge that with a single phrase, he could make Keith eat dirt, or punch Kevin until he bled and asked for more; however it was only the fact that he could exert absolute control over these young men that was arousing to him — his own desires were not that extreme, and there was enough moral fiber left in him not to defile his own students. He wanted to have fun with them in a carefree and uninhibited way, to live an experience where everyone is attracted to everyone, no rejection, no disappointment. So he explained the rules:

“This afternoon, we’re going to forget about biology and entertain ourselves. I want us all to participate in a fantastic orgy on the shores of this lake, in the lake, and under the falls. Two by two, three by three, any sexual activity between yourselves and me. I want you to be imaginative, to be hot, to be sexy, but mostly to enjoy yourselves. Let’s start.”

His orders had been so long and precise that their pleasure shakes lasted a good five seconds. The yes-master’s came in disorderly fashion, but when the young men looked up, they were smiling, even Keith and Dayton. The eight nude berry-enthralled students briefly looked at each other, and split in groups of two. Rick and Mark lay down on the grass to 69; Jeremy and Gary jumped in the lake and kissed; Jim bent Keith over and inserted his finger in his ass; and Kevin proceeded to carefully penetrate Dayton’s ass with his cock.

Feldon wanted to watch his students have hot sex together. He wanted to explore every inch of their bodies. He wanted his cock sucked by all those mouths; he wanted to taste all those cocks. He wanted his ass to be rimmed, fingered, and fucked by all; he wanted to rim, finger and fuck them all. He wanted to be immersed in scene after scene of his best fantasies.

Ms. Dreyfuss was watching the action, recorded the previous summer, on the screens from behind the Host. She did not care that her superior was masturbating; he could have been fucking a goat for all she cared. By then, all twelve camera probes had floated to the edge of the forest around the lake, and had been sending pictures from different angles and zoom levels. The phone rang, and she picked it up before the Host grew irritated by the disturbance.

“Julia Dreyfuss here… Hello Mallory. Did you find Gary Bloom? Does he have it?… About the Redfield branch… They detected an Incident at the home of a chemical engineer. They have footage of him having sex with the straight teenager cutting his lawn and his straight muscleman neighbor. Unless these two realized they were gay on the same day, and it also turned out the engineer was their type… If it’s a Coinage, it’s probably not his. The day before the incident, he had just come back from Canada… I do remember a Mountie, but his name wasn’t Frank… Yeah, Fraser. He’s one of our Canadian Thralls… No news from O’Shea for the last two days. I haven’t been able to reach him… I don’t like this at all. He was close to a breakthrough. Could you check?… Thanks, Mallory.”

Feldon floated in the middle of the lake, gazing at Kevin, Keith and Dayton who were showering under the falls as per his instructions. The water jetted over Kevin’s head; he was shaking his wet hair wildly about like a dog. Keith cracked his butt open, and bent over so that the water streamed in it. Dayton was caressing his flawless body slowly and dreamily.

“Now, jerk off,” said Feldon.

Shakes. “Yes, Master.” Their hands went instantly to their genitals, all soft by now, Kevin’s heavy and cut dick, Keith’s thick uncut sausage, and Dayton’s lengthy tube. They swiftly became hard again, and their eyes half-closed, they got lost in their own private fantasies, mesmerized by the slow stroking rhythm.

After a while, Feldon said: “Now, jerk each other off.”

Shakes. “Yes, Master.” They moved to form a circle where the water came halfway up their thighs. They grabbed the erections on either side of them, and resumed the stroking motions. Feldon moved closer to get a better look. Both Keith’s and Kevin’s hands fit on Dayton’s cock without even touching! Feldon swam around the circle, squeezed the boys’ butt cheeks, and kissed the boys’ necks. He swam between their legs to the interior of the circle. “Now, go faster and faster, and prepare yourselves to cum.”

Shakes. “Yes, Master.” They beat each other’s meat with increasing speed. Feldon waited until the frequency and loudness of their moans and pants showed they were on the edge and yelled: “Cum, now.”

They howled “yes, master” like madmen and squirted long streams of hot creamy sperm all over Feldon’s body. Then they laughed genuinely and group-hugged their teacher; they rubbed their hot nude bodies, lubricated by their freshly squeezed cum, over his.

Later, Feldon lay down on all fours on the grass, his head in between Jeremy’s legs. He was sucking on Jeremy’s eager boner. It was constantly leaking pre-cum; it tasted salty and metallic in his mouth. Behind him, Jim had inserted his magic finger in his teacher’s anus, and twisted it skillfully to stimulate areas inside Feldon he never knew existed. Jeremy encouraged Feldon verbally: “This feels so good, master. Your mouth is so hot; your tongue knows just the right spots. Oooohhhh. It’s so hard not to come. Please continue, master. My cock is all yours.” Eventually, Feldon felt his ass burst with intense pleasure; he fingered Jeremy’s balls and blew him faster and deeper. Jeremy abruptly sat up and grabbed Feldon’s head. “I’m sorry,” he said, as Feldon’s mouth filled with his warm, salty cum.

Later, Feldon was straddling Rick’s nude body, massaging his neck, shoulders and back. He sensed Rick’s tension melting under his fingers. Rick no longer felt the need to play comedian; he was just enjoying the sensuality of his teacher’s hands and fingers on his body. Feldon tenderized every muscle, gradually moving down to Rick’s ass, which he skipped to move directly to Rick’s feet. He fondled each toe, the soles, the ankles, and went up the legs and thighs. He kneaded Rick’s ass forcefully, using his thumbs and also his tongue to relax Rick’s anus. Then he turned Rick around, and massaged his chest with the same passion and care. Rick’s cock stayed half-hard throughout, as if it was both relaxed and aroused at the same time. Finally, Feldon began to lick Rick’s cock, and rotated his body so that Rick could lick his. They sucked each other for a long time, Rick rewarding Feldon’s massage by being extremely thorough with his tongue.

Later, Jim was on all fours before Feldon, who knelt before Gary. The teacher was sandwiched between those two warm bodies, the three of them sweating heavily under the sun. Feldon was fucking Jim’s masterpiece of an ass, while being fucked by Gary from behind. Jim’s ass was firm but flexible, and Gary’s hot cock filled Feldon’s ass just right and rubbed against highly sensitive areas.

Later, the stretched bodies of Keith, Dayton and Feldon sprawled on the grass in a triangle. Keith was sucking Feldon with a crude and hungry technique that was driving the teacher wild, and Feldon had Dayton’s long hard pole in his mouth at last. The tube was impossible to deep throat; he barely could fit two thirds of it in his mouth. Feldon alternated between licking its length on the outside and sliding it in and out of his mouth while gently suckling on it. Dayton moaned and twisted with delight, occasionally letting out a drop of yummy pre-cum. Feldon gradually increased the intensity of his oral action, and tickled Dayton’s scrotum with the tip of his fingers until Dayton could no longer contain himself. Writhing and groaning, the usually aloof hunk ejaculated a high-pressured cum stream in Feldon’s mouth. Keith let go of Feldon’s cock just at the wrong moment, and got his teacher’s load right in the face.

Feldon concluded the afternoon with half an hour exclusively with Kevin. They jumped in the lake and swam to a spot far from the others. There, they kissed for a long time, their tired bodies tight against each other. Feldon sat on a large rock jutting out of the water. He gazed longingly at Kevin’s smiling face and sparkling green eyes. Kevin started to lick Feldon’s erection, more gently than Keith, less mechanically than Rick, and Feldon fell into a trance-like state of contentment. Then they switched place, and Feldon gulped Kevin’s hearty genitalia. He deep-throated it and Kevin closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He stopped when Kevin came too close to the edge. Then Feldon stretched his back on the rock and Kevin gently entered him. The student fucked his teacher with slow, tender thrusts for a long time. He took his cock out in a hurry, and spurted rope after rope of rich white cum all over Feldon’s chest. The soccer player then bent over Feldon chest, and diligently licked off every drop of his own juices. Feldon pulled Kevin towards him, kissed him, and whispered: “I want to fuck you, Kevin. I wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you.” Kevin smiled at him. He knelt on all fours on the rock, extended his ass with a little wiggle, and said: “Go ahead, master. Fuck me. I’m all yours.” Feldon slowly penetrated Kevin’s naturally fit ass. He pumped it gently at first, then increased his rhythm, imagining Kevin showering, Kevin jerking off, Kevin running on the field, dirty, sweaty and breathless, Kevin approaching the goal with the ball, Kevin scoring for Newbury, throwing his arms in the air, the crowd going wild. Feldon had his best and last orgasm of the day, his semen trickling down the athlete’s ass. They rested on the rock, snuggled comfortably together.

It had been a glorious afternoon of uninhibited sex that Feldon would never forget.

“We have to find out whatever O’Shea is working on before the Mages suspect anything,” said the Host, wiping off his cum with a towel. “What about the extra bag of berries that the teacher kept?”

“The berries’ effects last only for six hours after they are plucked. They were harmless by the time he got home. The students all forgot what happened. How fulfilling had that experiment been for you?”

“Not too bad, Ms. Dreyfuss. I’ll have to review the tapes a few times… I think we have our man.”