Take over his body

You realize that Mario is your key to getting into the laboratory again. As he walks toward the door, you spare yourself a moment to admire his hot ass before refocusing your attention on the back of his head. You concentrate, pushing past the pounding headache that threatens to split your skull.

The next thing you know, you are no longer looking at Mario’s head, but at the door that seems to have suddenly materialized in front of you. You stumble slightly, and as you look down, you see that the comparatively-skinny and naked legs of Nate have been replaced by the muscled, clothed legs of the Latino football player.

“What the hell?” You hear a voice behind you, and when you turn around, you see Nate, looking totally disoriented. Seeing him from this perspective gives you a new appreciation of the gangbang you endured a few hours ago. Nate is a huge mess, with his hair covered in dried semen, and with red marks on his legs and arms where stud after stud grabbed him and held him tightly while pummeling his ass with their hard dicks.

“Where am I?” Nate asks, rubbing his eyes and looking around, incredulously.

You step to him and take him by the arms, steadying him. “Don’t you remember, Nate?” you ask him. “You were the best cumslut we’ve had in ages! It’s good to see you on your feet, because I know the other guys are going to be eager for Round 2!”

“I don’t remember....” he says. The look of confusion on his face also conveys the pain of trying to remember through the blinding headache of his hangover. “You mean we actually...?”

“You were a real pro, you little bitch,” you say, giving his ass a playful slap. “I wish I could stick around and take some more of that tight little butt, but I have to go.” Nate opens his mouth to ask more, but you raise your voice and say, “Hey, guys... Our slut boy is awake and ready for more! Who’s up for a breakfast bang?”

Some voices sleepily call out from various places around the house, and before long, Nate’s attention is drawn to the sight of several naked football players, all sporting morning erections, zeroing in on him with lustful leers.

You close the door behind you just as the first sounds of flesh against flesh, coupled with pained moans, reach your ears.

Not knowing which car is Mario’s, you fish the keys out of your pocket and push the unlock button on the remote. The flashing lights from a nearby car confirm that it is his, and you get inside and begin your drive back to campus.

As you drive, it occurs to you that you probably shouldn’t go straight to the laboratories. The cumstained shirt and your disheveled appearance probably would not make the best impression if anyone saw you trying to get into a restricted area. The problem is that you don’t know which dormitory or room Mario lives in.

You fish out his wallet and look for a clue. Seeing none, you look around in the car, and your eyes fall on an envelope addressed to Mario, giving you the information you need.

It is a short drive from there to his dormitory, and you hope against hope that he doesn’t have a roommate or, if he does, that the roommate isn’t home. You find his door and breathe a sigh of relief as you walk into the room and find it unoccupied.

You look around his room, looking for clean clothes and shower supplies. As you look, you see a framed picture on the desk of Mario and a dark-haired girl. The way their arms are wrapped around each other suggests to you that this is his girlfriend, Marcy. You look appreciatively at her; you can definitely see what attracted Mario to her — at least in terms of appearance.

Resuming your mission, you collect a change of clothes, a towel, and some shampoo and soap. Mario’s dorm has a community bathroom, so you make your way down the hallway. It being a Saturday morning, there is no one else awake, so you have no difficulty finding an available shower stall. Before long, you are delighting in the feel of warm water washing off the sweat and other bodily fluids from your body.

You return to the room and finish getting dressed. A wave of fatigue floods over you, and you realize that even though it was Nate who spent the entire night awake, getting his ass reamed, Mario probably didn’t get a lot of sleep, either. You look around and see no ready source of caffeine. You yawn again and look at Mario’s bed. As much as you’d like to get over to the laboratory, you probably would benefit from getting a short nap so you will be more alert when you get there.