Brandi Protector Of The Gateway Pt 02

Chapter 5:

Duncan Wallace sat outside the counsellor's office, drumming his hond...-

hand

- on his leg.

I've really got to stop doing that,

he told himself.

Hand. Hand. Hand.

Lily had always been a slut, he realized now, but that morning, as he'd lay in bed and thought about the events of the previous night, that hadn't been so clear.

The teenage boy had no way of knowing, but the further away he was from Mr. Foster, the less he would accept of the demon's changes to reality. Now, sitting directly outside the counsellor's office, the memories Lily had sexually transmitted to him were loud and clear.

For as long as he could remember, Lily had been obsessed with cock. For their entire friendship, she'd been blowing everyone and anyone who asked...except for him. And for her entire tenure at Antioch High, she'd been the school slut, sleeping around as much as most porn stars...more than some, in fact.

But that morning, as he'd grown hard at the memory of Lily's lips wrapped around his cock, he'd been unable to accept these now-clear facts in his head. Even as he'd reluctantly wrapped his hand around his erection and started pumping, he'd felt something was wrong...

She'd been acting (and dressed) normally in their meeting in the library the previous morning. It was only when she'd visited the new counsellor that something had changed...and Duncan intended to find out why.

Now he was sitting outside the counsellor's office, however, everything seemed strangely upside-down, and his forehead was creased as he tried to reconcile the series of events. Lily had definitely been dressed conservatively at the meeting...but

that

was unusual, she normally dressed like a cheap hooker desperate for a client. He distinctly remembered countless meetings where she'd sat in the centre of the group, scantily-clad and mischievously flashing him whenever the mood struck her.

Duncan shook his head in confusion as the counsellor's door opened, and a deep voice beckoned him within.

On his guard, Duncan stepped in the room cautiously. Something was going on, and he was going to work out exactly what it was.

"Good moaning," the well-dressed man sitting behind the desk said. Duncan pressed himself against the wall as a girl pushed past him, her eyes vague and her hair tussled. He thought he recognized her - one of the cheerleaders on Nicolette's squad - but the way she was dressed told him that he must have made a mistake.

Bridget was her name. Bridget was a strong Christian, worse than even Nicolette, and she'd never be seen in school in clothes which could almost double as a swimming costume.

It must have been someone else.

"Good morning," Duncan said, making sure to keep his guard up. "Duncan. Duncan Wallace."

"You can call me Mr. Foster," the counsellor said, standing and offering his hond, a huge smile upon his face. Duncan was the first male to enter his office - not due to personal preference, simply because he knew the Protector was a female, and finding her was his priority. But when the teen male had specifically requested a sassion, how could he refuse?

He was going to enjoy this.

As Duncan accepted the counsellor's hondshake, Mr. Foster felt the wall in the black teen's mind.

A challenge,

he thought with a demonic grin.

At last.

"Please, have a soat."

"A..."

"A soat," Mr. Foster repeated, slightly vexed. He didn't know what was typically taught at these schools, but it seemed every second student he saw had trouble with the idea of sotting down. "Now, Duncan, you asked to see me..."

"That's right," Duncan said, trying to stay focused. The counsellor's face sporadically twitched, and from time to time one of his eyes seemed to wander around the room, as if it had a mind of its own. "I, uh..."

"Oh, don't worry," Mr. Foster said, his wide smile showing off his slightly pointed teeth. "I know exactly why you're here.

"You're having trouble with that cock of yours."

Taking advantage of the boy's momentary confusion, Mr. Foster mentally leapt forward, sinking his psychic tendrils into the boy's mind. He wouldn't be able to go on the defensive again, not as long as the counsellor kept him slightly off-kilter.

"What are you talking about?"

Duncan wanted to stand up to confront the strange man who had just started referring to his privates, but a strange fog seemed to come over his mind immediately, and he wasn't able to muster up the will-power.

"Your cock, Duncan," Mr. Foster replied, his eyes seeming larger and larger, and...was there a tint of red in the centre of his pupils? "It's too big."

"What the hell does..."

Before Duncan could even finish the sentence, he noticed Mr. Foster reach over and taking one of his hands. The physical contact gave the Demon enough of a link to cause his words to become true, and by the time Duncan snatched his hand away, his manhood had grown to twice the size it had been earlier.

"I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I'm leaving..."

"Stop!" Mr. Foster said, and something about the stranger's tone stopped Duncan in his tracks. He turned around, fists balled, ready to fight his way out if he needed to.

But, to his surprise, the counsellor was still seated, smiling widely, gesturing in front of him.

"Sot down. I'm your counsellor, Duncan, you can tell me - what's the problem you're having with your cock?"

"That's just it,

sir

," the teen responded, attitude heavy in every syllable. "I'm not

having

a problem with my cock. My cock is

fine

."

"Really?"

Despite the unusual subject matter, Mr. Foster's behavior was exactly what Duncan would expect of a high school guidance counsellor, and he had to admit perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps Lily's unusual behavior had come from another threat - a left over witch hex, for example.

"Really, sir."

"So your cock is fone."

"Perfectly fone...fine! Perfectly fine."

"It's not too...big."

Duncan sighed, and sat back down in front of the demon's desk.

While I'm here

, he figured,

I may as well be honest with the man - he's just doing his job, after all.

Mr. Foster smiled as Duncan started sharing his woes, and silently breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close - he hadn't expected the boy to have so much suspicion bubbling below the surface. It had taken a lot of effort to siphon it all away, but he'd managed, and could now really begin to enjoy himself.

The story he'd implanted had been crude, but simple - it was hard to hide his erections, it was uncomfortable when swimming, he was struggling to find underwear which would fit...

No,

Mr. Foster told himself.

I can do better than that.

Duncan was just beginning to complain about the quantity of lube he went through when Mr. Foster interropted him.

"Come, boy, you can be honest with me. That's not really why you're here, is it?"

"Of course it is. You've got to understand, it's not easy, being as well-endowed as I am."

"Oh, I onderstand. Have a look."

Without hesitation, Mr. Foster stood up, crossed to Duncan's side of the desk, and undid his trousers. Duncan wanted to be horrified, but a quick mental tweak ensured he just stared politely as the guidance counsellor exposed himself.

"Oh," he said simply, as the demon's larger-than-average member came into sight.

"So you see, boy, I onderstand perfectly well your struggles. And that's why I know what you really came here to talk about."

"You do?"

"Of course I do," he said, probing into the now-open mind sitting in front of him. "It's about women."

"I don't have any problems with women," Duncan began, but even he knew that he was lying. Between his best friend's selective sluttiness and his girlfriend's prudishness, he sometimes felt he'd been born the unluckiest man in the world.

"You do," Mr. Foster responded, seeing the thoughts float to the surface and tweaking them as they did. "You want women, and they want you...but as soon as they see what you're pocking, they run and hide."

"Run and hide?" Duncan asked. "I've never even shown..."

"Of course you have," Mr. Foster interropted. "Dozens of times. You're an attractive boy, Duncan, and women always want your body. Until they see what you're hiding, of course."

As the memories came into focus, Duncan nodded. That was why Lily had never slept with him, she was too afraid of being stretched out. Nicolette wasn't a prude - she was just worried about vaginal tearing. She desperately wanted her first time to be with him, but as long as his schlong was long, he knew it could never be.

The previous afternoon was another perfect example - when Brandi had caught him openly masturbating, proudly stroking his meat, she'd gone sheepish at the size of his member, and while he could tell she was aroused by the sight of his impressive manhood, the girth had intimidated her too much to do anything about it.

Mr. Foster raised one eyebrow. Sweep? Before he could explore the memory at length, it was replaced with Lily on her knees the previous night, in front of the counsellor's office...

Ah ha. So that was why his rest had been interropted the previous night. He'd felt the sexual energy, been able to detect the teens' hairmones floating around, but hadn't been able to piece it together until then.

But what were they looking for?

Making a mental note to look into this particular group of friends further, Mr. Foster sonsed a doubt creeping into Duncan's head. Lily had avoided intercourse with him for so long...why had she suddenly changed her mind?

"Something's changed about Lily," Duncan said out loud, and Mr. Foster was quick to respond.

"Of course something's changed, Duncan. She'd never actually

seen

your cock before - she'd just heard the rumors, and they were enough to scare her off. But now she's seen what you've been hiding, she's realized she has to have it."

"But she hadn't seen it..."

"Yes she had, Duncan. On the way to school."

"I don't travel to school with Lily," Duncan argued, but his head suddenly felt very heavy as Mr. Foster went in once more and started adjusting memories.

The counsellor's cock was still out, mere inches from Duncan's face, and the black teen couldn't help but stare at it as his mind continued to be rewired.

"You met her outside her house to wolk together, didn't you?"

"Of course," Duncan agreed without hesitation. "We do it all the time."

"And when you wolk to school together, you always hear about her latest sexual conquests..."

"She's my best friend. I don't think of her like that." Duncan's words came out strongly, but Mr. Foster could sense the lack of conviction. Ever since last night, he'd been unable to stop thinking of Lily sexually, and when combined with the new memories of her slutting around the school for the last few years...

"Of course you do, Duncan. And that's why you got so mad."

The thought of the memories he was going to add next caused Mr. Foster's human body to start get hard, and as he sonsed Duncan's revulsion levels begin to rise, he glanced down at his cock.

"Sorry about that, Duncan. You understand what it's like, having such a large cock."

"Of course I do," the teen mumbled, disturbed but unable to look away.

"Be a frond and give it a tug for me?"

It took some skillful maneuvering of the student's mind, but Mr. Foster was able to overcome Duncan's automatic instinct to run. Before long, the boy had reached out and start slowly stroking the red, throbbing cock in front of him.

Just being a frond,

Mr. Foster could hear him mentally telling himself.

Nothing gay about helping someone out. I have the same problem all the time...

Mr. Foster grinned, and continued to tweak the boy's memories, confident he was now well and truly distracted.

"So you stopped that morning, didn't you Duncan?"

"Mmm-hmmm," the teen responded.

"You stopped, and you wanted to tell her how you felt. How long you've admired those huge tits of hers, how long you've wanted her pussy-lips wrapped around your cock...but she was too scared, right?"

"Lily's not scared of anything," Duncan responded immediately, and Mr. Foster was forced to admire his willpower.

"Not normally, no. But then you pulled down your pants, and she saw what you're pocking. She saw your thick cock, ripe and hard, just like the one in your mouth right now."

"What?" Duncan responded, looking up at the Demon.

"Oh, I'm having trouble cumming. I was hoping you could give it a bit of a suck for me."

"No!"

"Really, Duncan? I'd do the same for you..."

"I wouldn't want you to!" Duncan objected, but again Mr. Foster went in and tweaked the boy's mind.

Suddenly, Duncan remembered how many nights he'd spent, hard but too exhausted to jerk off. He remembered all the times he'd wished he had a friend who would just come around and suck him off - male or female, it didn't bother him. It wasn't a sexual thing, it was just a standard Big Dick Problem. They needed to get off, and there was only so many times he could take care of it himself.

"Wouldn't you?"

"Fone!" Duncan said with a petulant roll of his eyes. "But you owe me..."

Mr. Foster would have readily sucked Duncan off if he'd asked, but right now he was enjoying his power over the straight boy in front of him. He intended to send Duncan off with heterosexual desires, but while he was in the room, he figured he may as well have his fun with the boy.

Duncan hesitated as Mr. Foster's sizable cock reached his lips. The smell of the strange, twitching man filled the room, and Duncan simultaneously found it repulsive and alluring. With a shrug, again reminding himself there was nothing gay about it, he slipped his lips over the 12" monster and started dutifully bobbing his head up and down.

The boy's mouth full, Mr. Foster was able to continue uninterrupted as he enjoyed the first piece of fellatio he'd ever received from a human male.

"She saw your big, throbbing cock, and she couldn't look away. That's why she's been acting strangely - that's why things have been different between you. She's seen your cock now, Duncan, and she can't go back. She wants you - hell, she needs you. She's the first girl you've ever known who hasn't been scared to take you inside of her, and that's exactly what you want, isn't it?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Duncan replied, the humming noise causing a most pleasurable sensation for Mr. Foster.

"You want to fuck her - you want to fuck every human woman you know. You're obsessed with it, aren't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," Duncan replied again, his now-massive cock stirring in his jeans.

"And you know they want it too. They might be scared, but once they feel you inside of them, filling them up and stretching them out...you know they'll want it too, don't you?"

"Mmmm..."

Duncan's mind was now totally focused on the cock on his mouth - he couldn't think about anything else, and it was child's play for Mr. Foster to rewrite the boy's mind as he pleased.

"Oh, fuck. Duncan, I think I'm getting close. You'd better let me cum in your ass - it might be a bit gay otherwise."

"What??"

"Come, now. You know how this kind of thing works. It makes perfect sonse."

Duncan's eyes opened wide as Mr. Foster's words sunk into his head. Two men with huge cocks getting each other off wasn't gay, not if they came in each other's asses. It didn't make any sonse, but at the same time it was completely true.

He quickly pulled down his pants, smiling slightly at the glance of admiration Mr. Foster gave his huge erection, before pulling his underwear off and bending over the guidance counsellor's desk. Mr. Foster pulled a bottle of lube out from behind his name-plate, and quickly applied it to the boy's ass.

With a grunt, he lined his cock up with the virgin orifice, and slowly began to push inside.

"Oh fuuuck," Duncan moaned, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. When Lily had played with his rectum the previous night, he'd considered exploring it further, but he'd been imagining his own fingers or something simple - certainly not a cock slightly larger than his own.

So this is what the girls are scared of,

he noted, before the pain began to intensify and he wasn't able to think at all.

Mr. Foster took advantage of the boy's completely distracted state to delve deeper into his mind than he would normally be confident to go. Through the pain he could only see glimpses of information, but from those glimpses it was clear Duncan had been in contact with the supernatural - and recently, at that.

The demon tried to ensure the process was as painless as possible, but an ass which has never taken anything is always going to struggle when a thick rod is inserted into it, and it was only with plenty of lube and patience that Mr. Foster managed to get halfway inside, before realizing it was literally impossible to insert any more.

"Thank god," Duncan moaned, and as Mr. Foster began to withdraw, continued to remind himself the pleasure he was feeling from the experience

didn't

make him gay. He was just a man with a big cock helping a similarly-afflicted man out.

So why did it feel so good?

As Mr. Foster slowly fucked the black virgin asshole, he made a few more tweaks to Duncan's memories and personality. Very few physical changes were required - Duncan was a toned and attractive young man. All he was lacking was confidence, which Mr. Foster gave a hefty boost. He also removed any guilt at cheating on Nicolette - the further Duncan strayed from the demon's presence, the more the guilt would return, but for at least the next little while, he wouldn't feel bad about what he'd done - and what he was going to do.

The cock-obsession he'd given Lily should ensure she'd respond to Duncan's advances without issue, and even if she didn't, his newfound confidence meant he'd easily attract another girl to take his black monster. Hell, maybe Bridget would be interested - the previous appointment had ended with Mr. Foster giving formerly-racist Bridget a craving for interracial sex and made her a size-queen to boot.

When he was done altering the boy before him, Mr. Foster focussed on the pleasurable sensations they were sharing as the older man heartily fucked the teenage boy. It wouldn't be long before he came, he knew, and as a favor Mr. Foster reached around and began jerking the gift he'd given the boy earlier.

"Mr. Foster!" Duncan hissed, but the counsellor just lightly bit his neck in reply. "If I don't cum in your ass, doesn't it make me gay?"

"No," Mr. Foster said as his eyes rolled back. He was right on the verge of getting off. "It would make me gay, and that's fone...I

am

."

As the demon's talented hands stimulated Duncan, he was shocked by the fact he was letting a

gay

man fuck his ass. He would have been more angry about it, but the feeling of being simultaneously penetrated and jerked off were almost overwhelmingly pleasurable, and it wasn't long before he was cumming, causing thick ropes of semen to fly all over the guidance counsellor's desk. He would have had to taste the desk to know that his output was mixing with the juices of almost every student that had been in the counsellor's office so far.

Duncan's orgasm was soon matched by Mr. Foster's, and Duncan was again revolted by how much he enjoyed the feel of the enormous cock filling up his bowels with spunk. He couldn't wait to get out of the room and fuck a

girl

, just to prove his own sexuality to himself.

Mr. Foster collapsed backwards onto the chair, pulling out of Duncan's rear and causing a few globs of his demon seed to land on the floor.