Henchmen.

"Ahhhnm" I groan as the girl sucking my cock at the moment takes in all my splooge. No it's not my sister... or my mom.. it's some girl named... Melody? Melanie? Yknow the girl from my class?

Oh wait, i forgot to explain all the shit about grades right? Fuck haha!

Well it all started after a weekend of relentless fucking, mom made me breakfast. My sister was currently taking a shower, still exhausted from all the fucking that weekend.

Shit

Oh yeah, i still had school today, last grade of senior year.. just another measly 3 months and i'm out of that dump and into.. er.. hmm.. anyway..

Homework.. holy fuck.. the homework..

I was at "Superhero club" with my "friends" the same 3 overly-unaware nerds who spent all their time wondering if Martian Manhunter could transform into an anatomically correct woman, and if it was gay to tap him or her.

And i, ever the fun one, spent the whole time answering my homework while the three of them argued on.

"Hey.. hey Sam! What do you think? How big do you think Miss Martian's actual-" Harold asked.

"Holy fuck, can't you guys see i'm doing my homework!?"

"Oh.. ok we'll just ask again later!" He replied.

god/s of earth and whatever alien planet is planning to invade us for the 80 billionth time , why can't they just..shut up..

That's when i remembered.. i had the marker.

I picked up my phone, searched up a random stock photo of some occult shit and then..

"Hey guys, can i try something?" I asked in a fake enthusiastic tone.

"Well, Mr Sam Dean finally wants to do something with us!" Carl said, a smug little clap followed.

"So uh" asked Andrew awkardly "Cs or D-"

"No-no.." i said with a grin "See i was looking something up online, and uh it's a spell that summons demon ladies!"

The others stood silent for a moment. Harold bursted out laughing. Hysterically.

"That's stupid! You obviously need the blood of-"

"So what.. you chicken?" I said.

Again the others stood silent...

And in perfect unison "No" ah.. music to my ears.

I placed them all in a circle, turning off the lights to the room we were in, one of them had a Waynetech holographic phone.. he normally used it to study a superheroine's ass but right now he's using it as our makeshift candle.

I asked them all to raise their shirts up before writing:

Sam Dean's loyal servants

Like lambs to the fucking slaughter

My first order to them: "quiet the fuck down, also eat some greens and some protein, cut back on the sugar, and do 200 pushups and situps a day."

Oh i almost forgot

"Do my homework"

He.. life is good.

They aren't exactly slaves.. not like my mom and sister, they're a lot more like subservient butlers.. loyal "henchmen" if you will.. they can still make their own decisions rather independently, but they do rely on me as a leader.

Good fuck i'm becoming a supervillain!

Oh well, more power to me! Now that i got a little gang of servants to do my homework, do menial tasks i dont want to, maybe even guard me if that training regimen works out!

Life is good..

Till it wasn't.

There was a test, a very hard test mind you, coming up.

In fact, i suppose you could call it test week, a fuckload of them were being given every other day... holy shit i wasn't going to survive, not without a _lot _of help. Hell i even asked the club to help me study, but even they had a hard time...

But then it hit me.. the marker i could use it on someone else's paper.. but there was a bit of a problem:

If i simply grabbed a paper during the test itself and didn't write my name on it fast enough then i'd get in trouble.

And if i did? Well maybe i could still get in trouble "Don't show your answers to other students young man!" I could hear them say..

I needed someone to answer them for me, someone smart.. fast... then i found her... and thank fuck she was a woman.

Her name was Melanie Frasier.. or was it Melody? Eh who cares, i found my new subject!