Surprise confiscation

Robbie was so eager to use this device that he didn’t even notice Coach Bruce coming up behind him. Coach oversaw a lot of different sports teams at the school, and doubled as one of its’ history teachers. He was a large, burly black man, 45 years old, with a nice 5 o’clock shadow.

“Hey, son, whatchu got there?” He ripped the CORD from Robbie’s paws.

“Hey, what the hell? Give it back!”

Coach inadvertently brought the device to his throat. “Knock it off.”

And Robbie did, albeit with a lot of grumbling as he shuffled away. He tried to comfort himself with thoughts of Liv as Coach pondered the little toy he’d just taken. Why had Robbie, one of CHS’s most notorious troublemakers, given in so suddenly? It wasn’t like this device could control minds… could it?

Coach had always been a humble man, but was especially proud of his son, Charles “Chuck” Bruce, who was a senior at Central High. Lean, but muscled, he was a receiver on the football team and a star on the track team. Chuck reminded Coach a lot of him at his age, and as a good father, he wanted nothing but success for his boy.

There was a recent problem. Call it senioritis, but Chuck had been neglecting a lot of his workouts and practices in the past few weeks/months. Coach had tried everything to course correct, to no avail. It seemed like Chuck was getting too cocky for his own good, and now armed with the CORD, a father could make the necessary adjustments.

That evening, he drilled into his kid’s mind that he WOULD do better on the track and on the field, that he would NEVER skip another meet to go to parties again, and he would ALWAYS take his dad’s direction when it came to anything, since he ultimately knew what was best. Chuck instantly absorbed these commands and resolved to follow through on them.

Coach smiled. With the device in hand, Chuck had a real shot of going into the NFL, of being the star his single parent never was.

And speaking of single, both he and his son were currently eligible bachelors. This was nothing that the CORD couldn’t also fix, of course. At first, the elder Bruce thought about some of the nice women he worked with as potential partners, but his mind began to wander to some of his sexy students. Like Marlee.

Marlee Martinez was something else. A dimwitted, sassy country girl and self-styled class clown, who nevertheless was very buxom and always getting the attention of the boys. Her sculpted butt (from years as a shortstop on the softball team) on her tiny body was driving Coach mad with lust!

He devised a plan to have a one-on-one conversation with her tomorrow, just a coach and one of his promising student athletes…

“Sup, Coach. You wanted to see me?”

Marlee smacked on a piece of gum and plopped herself down into the seat, big boobs heaving with her movement. The way they bobbed under her shirt, no bra, briefly distracted the man from his goal.

Wasting no time, he quickly pulled the device up to his neck and began reading off the script he’d jotted down the night prior. He huffed in his deep, gruff voice:

“You’re my girlfriend. You love me, and you want to do whatever I say. You’ll also believe anything I tell you to believe. Since no one else will understand our relationship, you have to keep it a secret until I tell you otherwise. Just our little secret. Got it?”

She blinked and smiled up at her new beau. “Whatever you say, Big Dawg.” Coach laughed; he was pleased that after rewriting Marlee’s brain to fit his own perverted desires, her original personality had been kept intact. He loved the dichotomy of it, this little brat who often interrupted his lectures now also obeyed his every word. He would have so much fun splitting her ass open later on.

He beckoned for her to leave just as his next scheduled victim walked in. Lucy Florakis was a kind, beautiful blonde. Coach knew from all the gossiping his students did that she was bisexual, but she presented in a ‘femme’ style. She wanted to be a cosmologist after graduating.

“Hi, Coach Bruce! Good to see you!”

“You’re my son’s girlfriend. You love him, and eventually you want to become his wife. Even though you’re his girlfriend, you still do whatever I say and believe what I tell you to.” He added that last part so he wouldn’t have to use the CORD over and over again with her. She shook out of her daze and responded in the affirmative before prancing off.

Coach was certain that Lucy and Chuck would make the perfect couple. And whenever Chuck screwed up during a game, Coach could screw her as a punishment for him! Marlee wouldn’t mind the cheating after another little talking-to.

The older man could see it clearly. He would blast the news of their new relationships over the school’s PA system, letting everyone know the new reality via the CORD. Then, at the end-of-year awards gala, Chuck would strut in with the bubbly pink Lucy on his arm and win trophy after medal after trophy. Meanwhile, Coach would walk in with Marlee, who’d be naked except for her Converse shoes, and they’d hoot and cheer for their son as man and wife.

At the end of the ceremony, Coach could turn his attention to the other female student athletes, and with a couple well-phrased sentences, who knows? He might wind up with a whole hypnotized harem of hotties!