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 Super-Villain Academy, Class 307: Lab #12, Advanced Weaponry Workshop by
Wrestlr

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   Author: Wrestlr

   Title: Super-Villain Academy, Class 307: Lab #12, Advanced Weaponry
Workshop

   Summary: A driven super-genius in training and two slacker jocks get
assigned to upgrade a villain's mind control weaponry.  Surprisingly,
things do not go as expected.

   Keywords: MC, MM //End Standard Headers//

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   Super-Villain Academy, Class 307: Lab #12, Advanced Weaponry Workshop by
Wrestlr

   This workshop was the last class of my junior year at the Academy, and
my grade would determine whether I qualified for an internship with a real
super-villain next year.  Competition was fierce, and I needed an A to have
a shot at an internship with one of the decent villains.  No way was I
going to risk my future with somebody second-rate!

   The Seven Deadly Sins had brought in their SinMachines(R) in for an
upgrade.  The class got split up into teams, and each team got assigned to
a SinMachine to overhaul.  This was a really plum assignment, because the
Seven Deadlies were really well-known in the villain world!

   We weren't supposed to know whose SinMachine was assigned to us and we
weren't supposed to compare notes with the other teams; a little healthy
competition between classmates makes the assignments more fun.  But
obviously we got assigned WrathMonger's WrathMobile(TM) to rebuild--it was
bright red, so it had to be WrathMonger's, and that was doubly cool,
because WrathMonger was one of the team's heavy hitters.  This would be a
high-profile revamp for sure.  We'd get tons of recognition after we aced
this project!

   The assignment sounded like a lot of work, but it didn't seem that
tough. The only problem?--I'd been teamed up with a pair of idiots.  Oh,
sure, Zed and Daryl were friendly enough, but they didn't have the
commitment required to be successful in the villainy business.  They were
neither disciplined nor interested in working for a decent grade.  They
looked more like football players than super-villain trainees: Daryl was
tall, wide-built, and dark-haired, Zed sleek-muscled and blond.  With their
muscular bodies, they might have excelled if super-villainy were about
physical fighting, but I'd have been willing to bet they couldn't have
created a plan for world domination or a workable super-weapon if their
lives depended on it.  Neither of them seemed to have a functioning brain.
Obviously they'd be better suited for roles as henchmen instead of
full-blown villains.  Although we were all twenty years old and hoping to
become full-fledged super-villains in a few more years, we had nothing else
in common.

   We had until the end of the term to get the WrathMobile's reactor
running, find a way to boost the output enough to power both the flight
thrusters and the weaponry, and debug the onboard Emoto-Cannon.  From the
start, I was afraid we'd never accomplish even half the tasks.  My two
teammates jabbered away during our sessions while I did the bulk of the
work, although Zed did lend a hand occasionally.

   "Aren't you two going to do anything but bullshit?" I finally grumbled
after weeks of listening to them yammer about nothing.  Their conversations
were about fifty percent sports and fifty percent whatever super-folk had
been mentioned on the news recently.  Frankly I was only peripherally
interested in sports, and I found the endless rehashing of *what if*'s
regarding super-battles to be boring.

   Daryl grinned and slapped me on the shoulder.  "We thought you were
having more fun doing it on your own.  You're doing a fine job--doesn't
look like you need our help."

   My jaw dropped.  I didn't know what to say.  Could he be serious?  I
ranted about how our futures depended on getting a good grade on this
project.  They just looked at each other and shrugged.  But they must have
listened, because both of them pitched in after that--and I immediately
regretted having ever said anything!  They never stopped asking stupid
questions, getting in my way, and generally screwing things up.  They kept
right on with their banter and seemed to be having a great time.

   By week four, I was beginning to fume.  I was leaning over the front of
the War Mobile and using a wrench to try to free an uncooperative bolt from
the antimatter containment housing that we needed to remove and rebuild,
when I felt a body pressing into mine from behind.

   "Let me help you with that, buddy A little spray of bolt lubricant and
some elbow grease ought to do the trick." Daryl, behind me, pressed his
stocky torso against my back, his thick arms reaching around me.  I was
about to lose my temper and yell at him to get out of my way when I felt
something hard against my butt.  My mouth dropped open when I realized that
Daryl had a boner and was shoving the thing into my butt crack.  An
extremely large piece of stiff flesh continued to jab at me while he
sprayed the stuck bolt and began to yank on it with his big hands and a
wrench.

   "See?  There it goes, nice and easy," he laughed in my ear, his body
pressed against mine, his throbbing dick tight along my crack.

   "Thanks," I mumbled, suddenly hot all over.  After actually rubbing his
dick casually into my crack as if by accident, he took his time moving
away. I lost my focus, and I was further angered by a sudden slap on my
bent-over butt from tall, blond Zed.

   "Let's get this thing done!" he chuckled as if he were in charge of this
team!

   I put the incident out of my mind, unwilling to think too much about
Daryl's big hard cock pressing into me.  But that was only the beginning of
a game the two of them began to play whenever they were around me.  I can't
describe it any other way.  They would lean against me whenever possible
and, since the area we worked in was cramped, they had ample opportunity.
One or the other would drape his arm around my shoulders and squeeze me,
winking.  Or they would press against me with their bodies and their dicks.
My concentration was blown to hell.  Whenever I attempted to focus on the
task at hand, one of them would rub his cock against my thigh or butt or
side.  I found myself staring at their crotches all the time, seeing hard
bulges in their coveralls, or at least imagining I saw them.  I knew things
were bad when I nearly opened the antimatter housing without engaging the
magnetic safety coupling, which would have blown us all to hell.  Being
blown to hell would have also blown our chances of getting an A on the
project--but I guess being dead would have meant not caring about grades
any longer.

   I was obsessed with completing the project on time.  I was also angry
with the two of them for not doing their share of the work, angry at my
inability to yell at them for acting like the morons they so obviously they
were.  Yet somehow, I also began to relish having their hard bodies pressed
against mine, especially their hard dicks, stiff as a wrench.  Strange, I
had never before really thought much about cocks other than my own.  Now I
couldn't get theirs out of my mind.  What would their cocks look like
sticking out of their coverall flies?  How would they feel pressing, naked
and throbbing, against my hand, or my cheek, or my bare butt cheeks? 
Thoughts like these brought my own dick to attention, full-mast and aching
in my coveralls.  Thoughts like those made me even angrier.

   "We aren't going to finish this by Friday!" I snarled one afternoon as
our deadline quickly approached.

   "Maybe we can come in and work on it at night," Daryl suggested, his
bright green eyes sparkling as I glared at him.  "Ms.  Robotosaurus will
let us, I'm sure."

   "That's ...," I started before I really considered what he was saying,
"...  uh, that's not a bad idea."

   "I'll ask her," he grinned.  "I think she likes me.  Have you seen the
way she looks at me?--Like she can't decide whether to eat me or fuck me. I
bet she'll let us work late if I ask her."

   Yeah, well, when your workshop instructor is part sex-android
supercomputer from the future, part cloned tyrannosaur from the prehistoric
past, and only a tiny remaining bit human woman, I didn't want to be the
one to test how much of her look was *fuck* and how much was *eat*.  That
woman, or however she self-identified, scared the holy crap out of me!  I
knew the rumor about how the administration let her eat all the students
she flunked was really just a rumor, but I still happily delegated the
chore of talking to her to Daryl.  He winked at me as he swaggered off to
get Ms.  Robotosaurus' permission.  I wondered if I should have slathered
him with barbecue sauce first.  No, I reminded myself, encouraging an
instructor to eat one of my workshop partners was probably a violation of
some Academy rule or something.

   "I still don't think we have a hope in hell of finishing, no matter what
we do," I groused turning back to the reactor.

   Zed was suddenly right next to me--fuck, I'd forgotten about him--and he
was practically leaning over me and laying one beefy arm across my back. 
"Sure we can.  How about we make a little bet: if we don't finish on time,
I'll give you a blow-job; and if we do, you give me one!"

   "What the--" I sputtered in shock, feeling Zed's dick against my thigh,
hard as usual.  I froze.

   Zed just chuckled as I blushed.  "Dude, you should see your face! 
You're so easy.  Super-villains are supposed to be unshakable."

   But he didn't pull away.  I knew I should have done or said something,
but the stiffness of his meat against my thigh once again blew my
concentration.  When I tried to push him back off me, my muscles didn't
work right, and it came out more like I was pushing back against his body,
almost rubbing my leg over Zed's hard bone.  I was humiliated and angrier
than ever.  I blamed Zed and Daryl for my own uncontrollable feelings,
feelings I did *not* want to admit having.

   So, yeah, I admit: emotionally I was wound really tight from the stress
of needing to make a good grade and a good impression with this project.

   My brain felt like it was short-circuited.  Finally, Zed pulled away and
patted my ass in a jock-friendly manner, just as Daryl came trotting back
with the news that he'd gotten us permission to work later that night after
the classes were done.  All of this made me still angrier!  If they would
just be jerks, I could justify washing my hands of them.  But they were
also nice guys, and I found them impossible to hate.

   They stayed late with me too, without complaining.  Around ten o'clock,
we finally got the reactor running, but it was running hot; the temperature
in our little work-bay was rising.  Both the football-brained jocks had
stripped their coveralls down to the waist, using the sleeves tied around
the waists as makeshift belts--hey, even super-villain academies have rules
against running around completely naked--and were busy doing a lot of
mucking around while I barked out orders like a drill sergeant, trying not
to look at their hard pecs and tight stomachs.  We were getting some of the
real work accomplished, but not nearly enough.  They were still finding
plenty of opportunities to fuck around.  After a cock had been shoved
against my butt for the fifth time that evening, I blew it.

   "You fucking losers!  We're never going to get through if you don't
start thinking for once in your lives.  Worse yet, you're liable to get us
all killed or something.  Zed, watch what you're doing with that thermal
plating, or the reactor will melt down before we can get the output high
enough to power everything."

   Daryl was beside me.  Rather than shouting back at me, he merely grinned
and laid a hand on my shoulder.  "Hey, bud, don't let it get to you.  We're
making good headway tonight.  And even if we don't finish tomorrow, we'll
finish next week, and we'll get a B or a C instead of an A.  It's not the
end of the world."

   I stared back at him, my mouth open.  "Don't you two care about anything
but football and whatever?  I don't want to get a B or a C.  My future
depends on getting an A.  And weren't you two supposed to be at a football
game tonight or something?" I gritted my teeth and turned back to work.

   "Yeah, this was more important, so we decided to skip the game," Zed
replied, looking down at the engine.

   I was astonished.  They had passed up one of their beloved football
games to work on this project.  I looked up at Zed, who wasn't looking at
me, but Daryl was, his friendly smile completely lacking any condemnation.

   Daryl read the look on my face.  He laughed and clapped me on the
shoulder.  "Hey, just because you're a friggin' genius doesn't make us
morons."

   I was mortified.  I turned back to work, biting my tongue.

   By midnight, we had actually accomplished a great deal.  We'd gotten the
reactor squared away and running at peak efficiency; it was still running
hot and throwing off a lot of heat that made the work-bay air stifling, but
it was well within safety parameters.  Once the WrathMobile got out of this
cramped bay, the heat would dissipate and it wouldn't be a problem.  Hell,
somebody cold-blooded like Ms.  Robotosaurus even might think all that
extra heat was a good thing!  Still, we'd only accomplished two-thirds of
the assignment, and I feared we'd never complete the entire job by the end
of the following day.

   I should have never started on the Emoto-Cannon overhaul.  I should have
called it a night, and started again the next morning after a night's
sleep. Instead I decided we could probably get in two more hours of work
before calling it quits.

   We opened the housing panel to get at the guts of it, and I wedged my
torso into the fuselage.  Zed wedged himself alongside me, making the tight
space tighter.  "I don't know where to start," I grumbled.  "We're never
gonna finish this in time ..."

   Zed chuckled and whispered, "Then I guess I owe you that blow-job." He
looked right at me, face only a couple of inches from mine.

   I glowered at him.  He had a lopsided grin on his face, and there was a
twinkle in his blue eyes.  Was he making fun of me?

   "But before we admit defeat," he said, turning away from me and pointing
at the innards of the cannon with a wrench, "I've been studying the
diagrams.  I bet if we just adjust this thingee here--"

   I was too distracted by the feel of his grease-streaked arm alongside
mine and the hard cock he was pressing against my thigh yet again to
realize what he was doing before he whacked a particularly fragile-looking
component with that wrench.

   "Holy fuck!" I yelped, snatching the tool away before he could smack
anything else.  "Will you get out of here?  Both of you.  Just--just go
stand over there or something." I hauled myself out of the access opening.
"Go!  Seriously--go stand over there and don't touch anything.  I mean it!"

   "Dude!" Zed complained, feelings hurt.

   "Yeah, dude," Daryl groused.  "Don't burn any bridges.  You never know
when you might need a super-villain team-up after graduation."

   "Villains, my ass," I hissed.  "You two meatheads will be lucky to get
hired as somebody's henchmen.  Hell, after we fail this course, we'll all
be lucky if Ms.  Robotosaurus doesn't eat us."

   "Dude," Daryl complained to Zed, "that's just a rumor ...  right?"

   "Okay, okay," I muttered to myself.  At the main control panel, I tapped
a few icons and the cannon controls came up.  "It's supposed to generate a
directional electromagnetic pulse that causes everyone in its path to fly
into a mindless rage.  The hardware looks like basic Minion Master
mind-manipulation tech, so it's probably just a matter of tweaking some
frequencies or something, but this control interface ..." The user
interface was--well, WrathMonger had obviously created a custom interface
around his own idiosyncratic way of thinking, because it made little sense
to me.  I finally found the controls for adjusting the output frequency. 
Were these buttons for presets?  I tapped one.  Yes, the frequency setting
changed, though the screens didn't tell me what the new frequency would do.
But more importantly, this little box appeared onscreen, and numbers inside
it started counting down.

   *10* *9*

   Countdowns, where super-villain weapons are concerned, are seldom a good
thing.  "That can't be right," I muttered to myself.  "Changing the
frequency shouldn't initiate the firing sequence ..."

   *7* *6*

   *Firing sequence?* And Zed and Daryl were standing directly in front of
the War Mobile!

   "Guys!--Move out of the way!" I yelled.

   *4* *3*

   "Jeez, so bossy," Daryl fumed.  "First he tells us to stand here and not
move.  Now it's go stand somewhere else ..."
Daryl: "Yeah, make up your--"
Me: "Guys, move!"

   *1*
Zed: "Fucking asshole.  That's the last time I offer him a--"

   *Ping!*

   "--blowjob."

   I thought two things at once: *Since when do weapons systems go "ping"?*
and, *Fuck, now I'm trapped here alone with two jocks driven into a
mindless rage!*

   Only ...  rage didn't seem to be what Daryl and Zed had in mind.

   "You offered him a blowjob?" Daryl cooed dreamily.  "I could go for a
blow-job right about now."

   "A blowjob sounds good," Zed declared.

   Their bare-chested, grease-stained torsos slammed together.  Daryl
slapped his hands on Zed's shoulders, and Zed dropped quickly to his knees,
groping at the fly of Daryl's coveralls.

   "Uh, guys--?" I called.  I'd hardly got the words out before Zed fished
out Daryl's stiffening cock and held it in one of his large paws.  That
dick was in his mouth in another second.

   *Ping!*

   "Guys!" I yelped again and looked around wildly.  What if someone saw
them?  And fuck me sideways!--If I was reading this display correctly, the
damned cannon was still on and generating electromagnetic
whatever-you-call-it radiation, probably from where Zed whacked it.  *Oh,
fuck!* The shop was probably deserted, but I was petrified.  *Oh,
fuck!--Oh, fuck!--Oh, fuck!* Ms.  Robotosaurus would devour them both for
sure if she caught them having sex when we were supposed to be
working!--And she didn't exactly strike me as the sort of villainy
instructor who would stop with eating just the guilty parties!

   I tried to keep my wits about me, but I definitely feeling the effects
too.  What started as a little buzzing sensation in the back of my head
became a tingling in my balls, and seconds later spread to my fingertips,
nipples, ass, and especially my cock, which hardened.  I pawed at the
control panel.  I had to clear my head, had to think this through.  There
had to be a way to turn this off!  But the cannon appeared to its firing
cycle locked in--whatever pulse it was emitting would just have to run its
course.  I'd just have to fight the effect until it stopped.  But
damn!--the urge to just pull out my cock and whack it was almost
overwhelming.  Maybe I could just have a quick beat-off session while I
watched them ...  No!--I had to stay focused.

   "Guys!  Stop!" I yelled.  By now Daryl was completely naked.  Zed had
his own coveralls around his knees and Daryl's cock buried in his throat.
"Someone might--We have to--We--!"

   *Ping!*

   That's when I realized something: this wasn't WrathMonger's SinMachine
we had been working on--it was LustLord's!  I'd assumed it was the
WrathMobile because it was bright red, but the Seven Deadlies must have
rebranded their team color schemes!

   But damn--knowing that didn't make the urge any easier to resist.  Maybe
I could just give my hard-on a quick little grope through my coveralls. 
Yeah.  Oh, man, that felt good!  No--I needed to fight it, find a way to
shut this damned cannon off.

   *Ping!*

   "Oh, yeah," I moaned as I swiped at the control panel with one hand and
gave my needy cock another thumb-stroke with my other.  "Oh, fuck, yeah!"

   That's when the other two seemed to notice me--and seemed to think *fuck
yeah* was a great idea.  "Dibs on his ass!" Daryl bellowed, pulling his
cock out of Zed's mouth, and charged at me.  Zed was right behind him,
though half-hobbled by his coveralls around his knees.  I tried to run, but
Daryl tackled me before I got halfway to the door.  Dammit--all those
football games with his buddies served him well, because he took me down
hard and barely worked up a sweat.

   Zed fell on top of me too.  I felt his hard bone pressed against my leg
as he groped at the buttons and zipper of my coveralls.

   "I locked the door earlier," Daryl growled, somehow managing to
articulate complete thoughts, which I was having trouble doing.  "Relax--I
wanna fuck you--It'll feel good!"

   "Guuuurk," I said, which was my brain jumbling up *Get off of me* and
*Fuck me*, because I couldn't decide what I wanted.  My heart was racing. I
had no idea what to expect, and I knew there was no way I'd get away from
these two lust-crazed jocks.  I was pretty much lust-crazed myself.  They
were practically tearing my coveralls off me--and, two against one, there
wasn't much I could do to prevent it.  Hell, I was starting to want them to
get me naked.  Their muscles and bare skin against mine had the inevitable
effect: My erection went ballistic.  Zed's lips slid over the head of my
dick, and he had slurped the entire thing inside the wet cavern of his
mouth.  *Oh, fuck, yeah!* I knew what I wanted now!  I wanted to get my
dick sucked.  I wanted to cum.  I surrendered and let his mouth work my
meat.  Yeah, maybe I wasn't crazy from some lust-blast like these two, but
now I sure needed to fuck too--I couldn't fight it anymore.  The need to
get off was all mixed up with the tension that had been dogging me since
I'd first laid eyes on these two handsome studs.  I'd wanted them, but I
hadn't respected them--or maybe I couldn't handle their easy good looks and
charm.  Their relentless cock-teasing had been driving me mad, I had to
admit, and now everything was coming to a climax.  Zed's mouth was on my
cock; that was the reality.  He was really sucking my cock.  I wanted it.
Daryl was shoving his cock at my mouth.  And I wanted it--wanted it
bad--wanted them both.  I opened my jaw and let his big, thick erection
push inside.

   *Ping!*

   "Mmmm, mmm," Zed moaned around my cock.  I pulled my mouth off Daryl's
rod and looked down at Zed, whose eyes were straining upward to gaze into
mine.  He had a huge smile on his face.  He removed his mouth for just an
instant, letting the stiffened shaft of my dick slip out into the open air.
"Yaaah!" he laughed incoherently, "I knew he'd be into it!" Then he slurped
my dick back into his hot, wet mouth.  When Zed began to fondle my nut sack
too, I started to shake all over.  I groaned and shoved my hips forward and
dug my cock into the back of his mouth.  Incredibly, it slid even deeper
into the tight channel of his throat.  We were already far beyond anything
my feeble imagination could ever have conjured.  I knew I wanted it.  I was
craving the feeling of their dicks against me, in me, anywhere they wanted
to stick them.  But I still feared voicing those feelings.  That would be
the final admission I was afraid of.

   Daryl was behind me now, rubbing his cock into my butt.  I was so
engrossed in the feeling of Zed's mouth over my prick that I didn't pay
much attention to Daryl at first.  Until he hauled my ass into position,
that is, and rubbed his rod right in my butt-crevice as he prepared to
mount me with one of the biggest dicks I'd seen in a while.  Somehow, he'd
managed to pause long enough to put on a condom--which showed more presence
of mind than I was capable of right then!

   "No--I can't take your dick up my butt!" I protested.  But I didn't move
away.  They wouldn't have let me anyway.  "Lube," I hissed, shoving Daryl
back.  The only thing nearly that was remotely suitable was a grease gun. I
grabbed it and aimed it Daryl's crotch before he count pile onto me again.
I got off a squirt or two, and I sure hoped at least one shot had managed
to hit that bat of his--or else this was gonna hurt!

   "Hot butt," Daryl grunted.  He was barely articulate: "You hot little
ass is driving me crazy!"

   This was exactly what I'd been wanting and I'd hardly realized it until
now: his hard cock going into my naked butt.  Daryl fumbled as he lined up
his cock-head and my hole; he was more intent on burying that thing in me
than on any kind of finesse.  His hips pushed hard, sliding his cock-head
deep in my ass.  I yelped.  Fortunately it seemed I had managed to hit that
thing with some lube after all.  It probed deep into my ass.  My body
responded so many different sensations, all bombarding me at the same time.
I didn't know what to say or do--all I could do was just feel everything
they were doing to me.  I realized I was gripping Zed's shoulders hard; his
smooth flesh was hard, powerful, sweaty.  I slid my hands around his
bulging deltoids and down his chest.  He moaned when I teased his taut
nipples and caressed and flicked the nubs.  His chest was flushed with
lust. I loved the way my dick slid in and out of his mouth, his lips gaping
then closing over my staff.  I shuddered when he licked the shaft with his
tongue and rolled my balls in his big hands.

   *Ping!*

   Working together, they had me naked on my back and on the hood of the
SinMachine.  My legs were in the air, and Daryl pushed his cock into my
ass, while Zed's golden head dropped into my groin and swallowed my hard
dick.  I grabbed Zed's head and tangled my fingers in his hair.  With the
delicious feel of that suctioning mouth, I was moaning at once, my protests
of a moment ago forgotten.  Daryl grunted with each thrust of his cock into
my butt.  I looked at Daryl standing between my spread thighs.  His hair
glinted in the garish light, and his skin blazed with the sexual flush of
his exertions.  These guys were hot for me!  Why should I be afraid to
confess I was hot for them?

   "Fuck me!  Suck me!" I begged, finally admitting my lust for them.

   This was too hot!  Daryl had no finesse in my ass, his need to fuck
overwhelming any hope of technique.  I had to shoot!  I grunted like a
speared animal, rammed my dick deep into Zed's throat, and creamed it.  Zed
swallowed, amazingly.  I writhed between the twin sensations: my stretched
asshole and my well-sucked dick.  With that orgasm, I felt any remaining
inhibitions oozing out of me, with every spurt of my orgasm draining my
juice and my resistance.

   I was spent but they weren't.  I felt them tugging at me, repositioning
us.  Zed straddled me.  Before I had a chance to protest, he had sat right
over my face, and poked his huge stiff cock at me.  I opened my mouth to
say something, which was a mistake--the head of his prick drove past my
gaping lips and skidded across my tongue.  I fought the urge to gag, closed
my eyes, and opened my mouth wider.  The fatness of Zed's dick felt jut
right; the most perfect pleasure I could imagine was just realizing that
the stud's cock was finally inside my mouth and I was sucking on it.  Zed
poked his cock in and out of my mouth, all animal need, and I sucked on the
bulbous head as best I could.  I gave in to my own deepest desires as Zed
gave in to the need to fuck my mouth.

   At the other end of me, Daryl was busy again trying to get his cock back
inside my ass.  What Daryl was doing to my butthole interfered with my
ability to cope with Zed's thrusting at my mouth.  Daryl was still hard,
still needing to fuck, and he was intent on fucking my butt again!  I
couldn't think of a reason to resist, so I gave in, relaxing around Daryl's
fat invader, allowing my body to go limp.  It worked.  Both dicks slid
inside me simultaneously--Zed's deep in my throat, and Daryl's in my guts.
I gagged and grunted and flopped beneath the two hunks.  I let go, my limbs
flailing, my will nonexistent.  I wanted their dicks in my mouth and up my
butthole.  Speared from both ends, my mind lost all focus and I floated
into a state of extreme lust.  My dick bounced and slapped against my
belly. I was aware only of the cock in my mouth, the taste of it, and the
cock up my butt, the aching pleasure as it penetrated deeper and deeper,
massaging my nerve-endings with slow thrusts, and my own cock vibrating
against my stomach as these two jocks humped against me.

   I had cum already, but my dick ignored that fact.  It remained erect. 
My body felt like it was on fire, inside and out.  I gobbled at the dick in
my mouth, hearing only my own loud snuffling and Zed's constant moans.

   I relaxed between them, sprawled against the SinMachine we'd all been
working over for weeks.  I slid my hands in turn over Daryl's thick chest
and Zed's slightly leaner one.  All three of us were drenched in sweat and
grease.  I just wallowed in the sensation of sucking and getting fucked and
thought of nothing else--no grades, no fears--only the warm, rocking
sensation of sex and sweat and dick in my mouth and in my asshole.

   Orgasm welled up in me once again.  I gritted my teeth, reached higher
up Daryl's chest and squeezed his tight nipples, which made him throw back
his head and groan.  Letting my asshole open wide, I rode the fuck right to
the end.  I felt a river of sperm rocket out of my cock-head and across my
belly, probably hitting the back of the jock straddling my face.

   "Cumming!" Daryl choked.  He yanked his dick out of my ass and spurted
his nut-juice across my ball sack and thighs.

   Zed whimpered.  He pulled his cock from my mouth and pumped it in my
face.  His mouth screwed up in concentration.  He huffed and grunted, and
his dick erupted.  The goo splattered my cheeks and lips.

   I sagged like a limp rag against the SinMachine.  Zed collapsed on me; I
loved the feel of his heavy weight on me as I drifted in my afterglow of
floating euphoria.  Daryl was still between my legs, sliding his thick
hands all over my thighs and crotch and stomach.  "Fuck, yeah," I sighed,
and they both moaned their agreement.

   I came slightly to my senses.  At some point, the cannon had cut off,
and its emotional manipulation effect also worn off.  I realized all three
of us were naked and sweaty and dripping with cum.  Literally dripping. 
Before I had the chance to return to my previous uptightness, Daryl leaned
over and kissed me on the lips, with Zed crushed between us.  It was such a
sensual thing to do, so gentle and warm, and such a passionate feeling.  I
felt myself blushing.

   Inspiration stuck.  "Guys, all we need to do is put more shielding
around the cannon, replace that thing Zed broke, and rewrite the user
interface to make the controls more intuitive to use.  If we pull an
all-nighter, we can get it all done by the deadline and still have a shot
at an A ..."

   Daryl thumped my chest with a finger.  "This is better than an A," he
whispered in my ear.  "Don't you agree?"

   Somebody's fingertips stroked lazily down my abs, toward my cock, which
started to stir again.  "Mmm," I moaned contentedly.

   "Yeah, something tells me he agrees," Zed giggled from between us as his
tongue found and lapped at the head of my cock.

   Daryl chuckled, and then Zed started giggling again too.  For the first
time since this damned class began, I actually shared their laughter.  How
could I act superior now that I'd been fucked and sucked so
thoroughly?--And enjoyed it thoroughly too, I had to admit it.  But we had
work to do.  My cock could wait.  Still, as I slid out from between them
and reached for my coveralls and started stepping into them, I had to have
the last word: "Bet you don't mind missing that football game now--right,
guys?"

   "Yeah, about that--" Daryl began.

   "--We didn't exactly skip," Zed finished as I started pulling my
coveralls up my legs.

   Daryl: "Ms.  Robotosaurus told us if we don't pass this assignment, we
fail the class and we're kicked out of the Academy--"
Zed: "--And she'll probably eat us too."
Daryl: "I'm pretty sure that's just a rumor.  Anyway, that's why she
partnered Zed and me with you, mister big brain.  She told us to put in
extra time too, no matter how long it took."
Zed grinned big.  "So while you were all obsessed over getting the
reactor running, we've been staying late for a while already to get the new

weapons systems ready to go."

   Daryl nodded.  "Yeah.  You're not the only genius in class.  Weapons are
kind of Zed's specialty."

   Which, I guess, I hadn't bothered to ask.

   "But ..." I was confused.  "That Emoto-Cannon ..."

   "That piece of shit?  That tech is so last year," Zed smirked.  "I
deactivated that piece of crap days ago.  I've got a brand new one built
and ready to install.  We were gonna do it tonight after you left, once you
had the reactor running, and then we were gonna surprise you tomorrow with
everything being done."

   "On time too." Daryl's time to smirk.  "Oh, and we have one more
surprise for you.  Show him, Zed."

   Zed scampered for his discarded clothing.  He pulled a small silver
remote control box out of a pocket.  No wonder he'd kept his coveralls on
so long.  "The new cannon is directional, with pinpoint accuracy." Another
shit-eating grin.  "Just point and click, and you can automatically target
who gets hit with that libido overload effect LustLord loves so much.  We
upped the output levels too.  'Course, it's not up to full strength yet,
not 'til we get it hooked up to the reactor.  It's more like a little
teaser dose right now.  But it's still more than enough to do the trick."

   They'd known all along this wasn't WrathMonger's SinMachine?--And they
hadn't corrected me?  Those fucking assholes!

   But wait ...

   "Uh, directional?" I asked.
Zed: "Yup."
Daryl smirked.  "Only one person here was hit by the libido ray, and it

wasn't Zed or me."

   I realized what that meant.  "Me?"

   They nodded.

   Well, that sure explained why Daryl had the presence of mind to put on a
condom before fucking me.  I'd been way too wasted to have done the same if
our positions had been reversed.  Then I realized something else: "Hold
on!--You zapped me with an untested sex-ray?  Of all the fucking
irresponsible--!"

   Zed blushed.  "Not untested.  We definitely tried it out on each other
first."

   Daryl said, "Zed and me, we've been fuck-buddies for weeks.  It's not
like we needed a ray to get our sex on."

   "Yeah, Daryl's up for it any time, any where."

   "But we thought you might need some help loosening up.  Show him again
how it works, Zed."

   Zed pointed that little box at me.

   "Wait!--Wait a fucking minute--!" I yelped as I back-pedaled.

   *Ping!*

   Holy crap!  That buzzing in the back of my head--and my balls--my
well-fucked asshole--my cock getting hard all over again ...  I couldn't
get my coveralls off again fast enough.

   "I think he likes it," Daryl leered, his cock already stiffening too.

   "Oh, yeah," Zed said.  "But this time, I get his ass."

   "You got it," Daryl laughed, dropping to his knees and aiming his mouth
for my cock-head.

   My to-do list needed some reordering: Install the cannon.  Get Ms. 
Robotosaurus to inspect our work and give us our A for the project.  But
first, Daryl had my cock in his mouth, and Zed was sauntering my way with a
hard-on of his own, and that damned libido ray had all my brainpower
rerouted to thinking up ways to get their cocks into my mouth and ass, and
my cock into their mouths and asses, in as many combinations as we could
manage before dawn.  This was going to be a long, hard all-nighter!
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