Out Of Battery

Reblog from Tumblr by mindmelter

Hunter was running across the empty football field, ball in hand, when he abruptly stopped, his body stiffening as his head tilted downward. In an instant, he was completely still, frozen in place like a lifelike statue.

Hunter Knox ft. Tyler Gattuso, photography by Michael Hallenbeck

Not far away from him, watching from the stands were two nerds. Micah and Elliot.

Micah is a young gay nerd from the robotics class. He is a scrawny young man with big glasses and messy dark hair. In his hands, he held a technological controller with a long antenna. He looked surprised to see Hunter standing motionless in the middle of the empty football field.

"Ummm... Is that supposed to happen?" Elliot asked on his side. Elliot is a chubby guy with round cheeks and bad acne, he also wears glasses and has a distinctly nerdy look to him, just like Micah.

Micah shook the remote control and pressed a variety of buttons while his eyes were still locked on the frozen quarterback as if he expected Hunter to move again at the press of a button, but Hunter remained motionless.

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Elliot and Micah were best friends. They had clicked instantly on their first day in robotics class two years ago, bonding over their shared passion for robotics and science — and, admittedly, for hot jocks like Hunter Knox.

Hunter Knox was the golden boy of Crestwood University, the kind of guy everyone admired or envied. As the star quarterback of the football team, his name was well-known across campus, and his face was plastered on banners at every game.

With his chiseled jawline and a body sculpted like a Greek god, Hunter looked like he had stepped straight out of a gay man's dream. Girls swooned at his every move, but to Hunter, it was all just a natural part of being him: the untouchable, straight, all-American jock who seemed destined for greatness...

While Hunter knew that most Girls wanted to be with him and some guys wanted to be him... unknown to him, two gay nerds from the robotics class wanted to HAVE him.

They loved sharing their deep gay fantasies of what they wished they could do with the star quarterback as they watched Hunter dominate the field. Elliot's fantasy was to dominate Hunter, and Micah's fantasy was to be dominated by him. It didn't take long for their passion for robotics and for Hunter to merge into something much darker...

One day, Micah came up with a plan. He told Elliot he had created nanorobots capable of turning Hunter into their lifeless slave drone. The idea filled Elliot's eyes with excitement. The thought of controlling Hunter, the unattainable star of the campus, was his ultimate fantasy. He could hardly believe Micah's bold claim, yet the potential of their combined genius and obsession made it feel within reach.

"But... how would that work?" Elliot asked.

"The nanorobots will enter his system once ingested, spreading through his body and rewiring his brain to obey our every command. Once his brain is remade, he'll be our perfect, obedient drone."

Elliot's heart pounded as he imagined the possibilities. "Hunter... doing whatever we want?"

Micah nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Exactly. He'll be ours to control, to mold into whatever we desire."

"I'm in! Let's make Hunter ours!" Elliot responded without thinking twice.

That night during football practice, they put their plan into action. Elliot was the team's waterboy, so he had easy access to the locker room. While the players were still at practice, Elliot walked into the empty locker room and spiked Hunter's water bottle with Micah's nanorobots. They looked like transparent sand, so they blended perfectly with the water.

After football practice, the team filed into the locker room, laughing and messing around like they always did at the end of every practice. Hunter, as usual, was the center of attention, surrounded by his teammates who were joking and horsing around with him, trying to impress their leader.

Hunter took his water bottle and gulped down. And after a few minutes, he started to feel his mind becoming foggy, he couldn't focus on what his friends were saying anymore, he couldn't think... when Hunter came to himself, the locker room was already empty. All his teammates had left for their homes, leaving him alone.

Hunter was still dizzy like he was trapped in a dreamlike state. He slowly stood up and tried to leave the locker room, but for some reason, he decided to stay—wearing nothing but his white jockstrap. He had no idea why he was waiting. Waiting for who? he asked himself. It felt like something inside his mind was telling him what to do.

As the minutes passed, Hunter's mind grew even foggier and more vacant, until he froze in place in the middle of the locker room. His eyes remained open, staring blankly ahead as drool began to trickle from his mouth.

Suddenly, the locker room door opened, and Micah and Elliot walked in.

"Lock the door, Elliot," Micah asked his friend.

"Holly shit!" Elliot shouted at Hunter, standing with eyes open. "H-Hunter? Are you still... you?"

Micah chuckled at his friend's reaction.

"Don't worry, he's totally out," Micah assured his friend, he then turned to Hunter with a grin, "Hunter, be a good jock drone and get on all fours on the bench and don't move."

"Command accepted!" Hunter responded with a robotic voice and did what he was told to do, getting on all fours on the bench, with his ass exposed, barely covered by the white jockstrap.

"This is crazy! I can't believe we have the quarterback as our personal drone now!" Elliot muttered, more to himself than to his friend.

"At least for a few days," Micah responded, searching for something in his bag.

"What do you mean for a few days? I thought you said the nanorobots would rewrite his brain permanently."

"Oh, his brain is permanently gone, that's for sure. The nanorobots made tiny holes everywhere in his brain, there's no way back. But the nanorobots can't work forever. Like everything in this universe, they need energy. Soon, their energy will run out, and Hunter will be left as a meat mannequin. What I'm saying is; His jock brain was fried and turned into a processor device, and the nanorobots are what makes it function. That's why I created this recharging device." Micah pulled out of his bag a thick black battery.

"Wooo-ho-ho... I didn't know they were this huge." Elliot said, impressed by the size of the battery. "Where do you plan to put this?"

Micah smirked at his friend. Without saying a word, he walked over to Hunter and slapped his muscular ass. "Right here," he said. "His asshole will become his only source of energy. Isn't that beautiful? When the nanorobots run out of power, they'll travel down to his ass, where they'll be recharged by the battery. Then they'll return to his brain, fully energized."

"Couldn't you make the battery smaller? I'm sure a straight alpha jock like Hunter never had anything up his ass before."

Micah chuckled, "A big guy like Hunter needs a big battery to give energy to all those muscles, don't you agree? The bigger the toy, the bigger the battery is."

He then pulled Hunter's jockstrap down, and caressed his muscular jock ass for a while, giving the cheeks a few playful slaps, then proceeded to insert the battery into Hunter's ass. The battery was pretty thick, so he was having trouble making it past Hunter's tight virgin hole.

While Micah worked on the battery, Elliot decided to inspect Hunter. He crouched down in front of the bench, his face just a few inches from Hunter's, and gently stroked his handsome face.

"It's so weird—he's even more handsome up close. I never thought I'd ever be this close to his face." Elliot's thumb slowly traced Hunter's soft lips, then gently pressed inside his mouth.

"Well, I never thought I would be shoving a battery up his ass, so..." Micah said from behind Hunter, still struggling to fit the battery.

"I want to insert something else in him," Elliot pulled down his pants and stood in front of Hunter's blank face.

"What are you doing?" Micah asked.

"We need to make sure the nanorobots really fucked with his brain by making him do something he would never do," Elliot then pressed the tip of his small dick at Hunter's lips and ordered him to replicate the best blowjob he had ever received. In which Hunter obeyed. Elliot moaned at the feel of the quarterback's wet mouth wrapping around his short cock. Elliot was soon face fucking Hunter without mercy, burying Hunter's face in his fat gut.

After a few minutes, Micah finished pushing the battery inside Hunter, with only the tip sticking out.

Hunter immediately came to life, standing straight with a blank facial expression, making both Micah and Elliot watch in awe.

"Hunter Knox is fully recharged. Battery level at 100%" Hunter said in a robotic tone, his pupils glowing blue.

Since that night, Hunter became their jock drone, capable of moving only when having a battery lodged in his ass. Micah and Elliot programmed the nanorobots to put Hunter on autopilot so no one would notice Hunter had become a lifeless robot.

They did want Hunter to succeed and become a famous football player, so they let him continue on the team. But they grew worried when Hunter began showing a lack of motor skills during his football games. His coach was furious, his team was disappointed, and no one knew what was wrong with him—except for the two tech nerds from the robotics class.

Elliot then had the idea to create a controller that would connect to the nanorobots inside Hunter's brain, so they could control Hunter during the games. They were never sports guys, but they sure loved video games, so the idea of controlling Hunter like a character in a video game sounded perfect to them. But before using the controller in an actual game, they decided to test drive it so they were sure it was good to use in a game.

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Back to the present, Hunter was now standing frozen in the middle of the empty field, just as lifeless as the ball he was holding.

"I think his battery ran out," Micah said, trying one last time to press the—On/Off—button on the controller. He sighed at realizing it had no effect on Hunter.

"I thought we only needed to change his batteries once a week. You replaced it this Monday, and today is Wednesday. It shouldn't have run out yet! Imagine if this had happened during a big game!" Elliot said.

"Dude, I know that! I'm the one who designed the batteries, remember? I guess all the intensive training we've been putting him through made the battery run out faster... But don't worry," Micah said with a smirk, putting his hand inside his bag and pulling out a bigger and thicker battery. "I wasn't expecting to use it so soon, but we have no choice. I designed a new more potent battery. It should last for two weeks. Why don't you go put it on him?"

Elliot didn't have to be asked twice, he took the battery and walked to Hunter.

"Hey there big guy," Elliot gently caressed Hunter's thick biceps, "You poor thing. We tired you out, didn't we? But don't worry. I'm going to give you life with a brand new battery," Elliot stood behind Hunter and pulled his black spandex shorts in a single motion, exposing Hunter's big muscular ass and long flaccid cock. Hunter's cock was 6 Inches when soft.

Elliot crouched down and spread Hunter's cheeks to have access to his hole. He could see the tip of the battery pocking out of the hole, so he pulled the old battery out and inserted the new one with some level of difficulty since the new battery was thicker.

As soon as the new battery was fully inside, Elliot was caught off guard when Hunter came to life and stood at attention with his eyes now glowing blue. With a blank face, he started to recite, "Hunter Knox is fully recharged. Battery level at 100%"

Elliot grinned. "Take off your shirt and show me your armpits. I want to smell your musky armpits you stud."

"Command accepted."  With that, Hunter took off his compression tank and exposed his armpits.

Hunter Knox ft. Tyler Gattuso, photography by Michael Hallenbeck

Elliot slowly caressed Hunter's hard abs, feeling the quarterback's powerful body under his fat hands. He had to get on his tiptoes to reach for Hunter's armpits. He took a deep sniff, smelling Hunter's sweaty musk after being forced to train for hours nonstop. Elliot's hands were all over the jock's sweaty body as he pressed his face into the armpits.

Hunter suddenly pushed Elliot away, his face filled with confusion and anger. "What the fuck? Who are you, nerd? Wait-what the hell am I doing here?"

Elliot gulped and looked at Micah for help at the stands, but Micah was distracted with the control remote.

"M-Micah... I need a little help here... turn him off NOW!"

Hunter got furious, "What did you say? Turn me off? I'm the one turning you fucking off!" Hunter walked towards Elliot with clenched fists. Elliot winced and closed his eyes as if already accepting his beating.

But then... Nothing.

Elliot slowly opened his eyes and was confused to see Hunter on his knees in front of him.

Hunter Knox ft. Tyler Gattuso, photography by Michael Hallenbeck

"Please come enjoy my body, Master. I'm a mindless jock toy for my Masters to use."

Elliot looked at Micah and saw his friend laughing hysterically at him. "I got you good this time! Didn't I?" Micah said to the remote control speakers, making Hunter repeat the same words to Elliot.

"Dude! Not funny! I thought he would kill me."

"Sorry dude, I couldn't help myself. How many times do I have to tell you he's gone? Let me make it up to you..." Micah then pressed a few buttons and suddenly Hunter spoke.

"Cock sucking mode activated! Please insert cock into Hunter's mouth."

Elliot's heart was still beating fast from the scare he just got, but at the same time, his cock got hard at the sight of Hunter on his knees, looking up at him with his mouth open and tongue swirling, just waiting to be used. Elliot moaned loudly as he felt Hunter's tongue swirling on his cock.

Micah had his finger on the remote thumbstick, making slow circular movements, which Hunter's tongue obeyed.

"It feels so good... yeah, suck that dick you cock sucking machine!"

"You think this feels good? Just watch this..." Micah then pressed another button on the remote, making Hunter's tongue swirl at an even faster pace.

"F-fuuuckkkk...AAARRRWWWGHH! This f-feels so gooood... How is his tongue moving so fast?"

"The new battery you just inserted gives him inhumane strength. That means his tongue is 50% stronger now. His new strength will make him win every single game, he's going to be invincible!"

Elliot was too lost in pleasure, "Who programmed you to be this good at sucking cock?" He groaned, gripping Hunter's head and fucking his mouth. "Oh right, we did—shit, I’m not gonna last longer..." Elliot pulled out and spurted all over Hunter's blank face.

"Now It's my turn to have some fun with our toy." Micah said.

The two friends then switched places. Elliot was sitting on the benches, controller in hand, with a press of a button, Hunter's cock grew hard to 8 inches.

"Fucking mode activated. Please get ready to be inserted by Hunter's cock."

Micah was soon lying naked face up on the grass field with Hunter on top of him, fucking him with powerful animalistic thrusts. Elliot was controlling Hunter's thrusts with the remote thumbsticks, each move of the thumbstick would send Hunter's cock deep inside Micah's ass.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through Micah's slender frame, his moans were muffled only by the sounds of flesh slapping. He could feel the quarterback's strength behind every motion, firm hands gripping his hips possessively. Micah's glasses had slipped down his nose, his hair messier than usual, but he didn’t care. In that moment he was lost in the heat and dominance of the man he’d secretly dreamed about for so long.

Elliot was also having fun, he enjoyed controlling Hunter to fuck his best friend. He wasn't romantically attracted to Micah, but in a sense, it felt like they were having sex. Elliot pressed a button, releasing Hunter's orgasm, filling Micah with jock cum.

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Hunter became a successful and famous professional football player, just as the two friends had planned. He was invincible on the field—no one could match his strength or skill. To the world, Hunter Knox was the epitome of strength, success, and masculinity—a legendary football star adored by millions. But behind closed doors, he belonged entirely to the two nerds, their perfect jock drone.