"What are you putting in these?"
he asked.
"This?"
He asked practically waving the pungent bottle under Jake's nose
, "It's a new Rum my dad sent me. He got back from Jamaica last week and said he found it in a local market. It's powerful stuff."
A quick sniff of the bottle confirmed what Armando had said to be true. The fumes alone made Jake's head spin. Picking up a tray each they carried them through to the main room where Armando insisted everybody try one. The consensus was that they tasted funky but the mystery Rum had a great kick.
Diving into the first of many drinking games, Armando proved himself the life of the party, joking, refilling drinks and ensuring a constant flow of his 'special' shots. If the jocks had been paying attention, they would have questioned why he wasn't drinking himself, but as they unwound and got drunker and drunker details like that went unnoticed. At first Jake held back too, but after picking out a Joker and being forced to down a shit mix laced with a liberal helping of the mystery Rum, he was just as oblivious as everyone else.
Eventually Armando announced that there were only 10 minutes left before kick off. Wanting to make sure they all had a good spot the listless jocks stumbled to their seats in front of Pete's new 100 inch projector. However, rather than switching on the prematch commentary, Armando announced there was something else he wanted to show them.
Pete groaned from somewhere behind Jake,
"Fuck sake. It's not the Hardigan video is it? We're here to watch football bro."
Unperturbed at his flatmates apparent resistance Armando simply stated that there was plenty of time before the game and that,
"You'll all understand when you watch it."
.V. - The Video.
Without further objections from the listless and uncharacteristically docile jocks, Armando dimmed the lights, cast the video from his phone to the projector and pressed play. Other than a simple text title that read 'Understanding the Ancients' the screen remained blank and quiet until the Professor began to speak.
"History is littered with evidence that demonstrates the Ancients were not as prudish about sex and displays of erotica as we perhaps think they are, or can ourselves be today. Assyrian stone dildos, greek phallic pottery art, the famous sex frescoes of Pompeii, even Chinese potions to increase the size of a man's penis, all combine to give us a glimpse into a world that was very open about sex and pleasure."
As he finished speaking the video transitioned and a curious cycle of pictures began drifting around the screen, fading in and out in a slow montage above which a quiet rhythmic beat hummed. Most of the pictures were of things the professor had already mentioned, but others were new, depicting objects and scened Jake couldn't figure out. He thought he saw words or other pictures flash up in the background, but they came and went so quickly he couldn't make them out.
"Oh maaaate" Pete complained again,
"This is some real fag shit. It's all about dick!"
"Shhh. Listen to the Professor." Armando scolded him. In the past Jake would have agreed with Pete, but Armando's voice was so forceful that it seemed a better idea to just agree with him and go along with his suggestion.
"In this trial module you will first learn about the importance of self-pleasure to the Greeks of the island of Karpathos. One of the most hedonistic of all ancient communities, they valued self-pleasure not only as an intrinsic good, but also as the path to enlightenment and true happiness.They developed cults dedicated to the God Priapus, and built underground temples where the men could gather to perform communal phallic worship."
New images had begun drifting onto the screen, these more graphic than the last. They showed detailed images of phallic art and there were some clips of tourists visiting the ruined underground bate caves. Watching intently for a moment Jake could have sworn the men in the cave were naked and masturbating, but faster than he could blink they were clothed again.
"These acts of worship could last for hours, or extend into day long festivals. The men on Karpathos viewed self pleasure as a necessity, not a luxury. To them, penis and phallic pleasure was an integral part of life. It was their religion. Their path to understanding and fulfilment. Work and education were useful only so far as they served to enable the continuation and spread of penis pleasure. Time spent away from pleasuring their penises was time wasted. "
The images repeated again and again, disappearing, reappearing and rearranging faster and faster as a warm spiral of light began glowing in centre of the screen. Expanding outwards it drew the boys in deeper, bathing them in light as its colors ebbed and flowed behind the swirling images. So soothing was the spiral that even the most reticent and sober boys found themselves relaxing deeper into the screen, beguiled by Hardigan's words.
"Eventually the men became completely devoted to the pursuit of penis pleasure to the exclusion of all else. Old and young were educated to understand that their purpose in life was to worship the big fat veiny gods that grew out of their crotches. To pleasure them and to ensure other men came to understand the truth of penis pleasure. The men and their society became entirely enslaved by their big leaky pricks."
Hardigan's academic presence was rapidly starting to evaporate, but the boys, their compliant minds growing increasingly receptive to influence, found it too hard to care. They simply stared into the entrancing spiral and listened, letting their worries and prejudices fall away under the weight of the thrumming beats and pulsing hidden images.
"The central truth of their belief was that devoted and continual penis worship was the path to enlightenment. True acceptance of the fact men were made to pleasure their fat hogs allowed devotees to break down the barriers between their minds and cocks, unleashing their bate pole's true potential and creating a state of penis headed bliss."
Again more images passed in front of their dazed eyes. Close ups of the individual men revealed faces twisted in pleasure, their tongues lolling out of open mouths and their eyes rolled almost completely back in their heads as they grinned and masturbated with abandon.
"Penis worship brings pleasure. Pleasure births acceptance. Acceptance breaks down the barriers between our minds and our penis. Breaking the barriers allows us to goon. Gooning brings understanding and cleanses us of our inhibitions. Casting away our inhibitions allows us to unleash the true potential of our penis. Unleashing our true potential allows us to break free and enjoy true penis pleasure. True penis pleasure brings true happiness."
The mantra was almost chanted and his words were backed up by yet more new images and deeper more urgent beats that resounded, drum like, in the assembled boy's minds. The images depicted men they had seen before but now began to warp and move, the devotees shivering and jerking as their penises bulged and expanded. In short order each and every one of them was sporting an almost grotesquely oversized dick upon which they lavished attention.
"It is important to learn about these men and their cults. It is important to learn what motivated these men. It is important that we understand their devotion. It is important to understand penis pleasure. It is important to become like these men."
Their minds slipping away into the sucking spiral they had no choice but to listen and watch as the strangely animated ancient wallpaintings continued to morph, now into pictures, videos and gifs of modern devotees, who looked just like them but worshipped like the ancient men of Karpathos. Men sporting slack faces, swollen balls and huge, enhanced, thrusting fuck sticks. Modern men unleashing the true potential of their penises.
"Men were made to understand penis pleasure.
Men were made to masturbate.
Men were made to pleasure their penises.
Men were made to worship their penises.
You were made to understand penis pleasure.
You were made to masturbate.
You were made to worship your penis.
You want to worship and pleasure your penis."
If anyone had walked into the room in that moment they would have seen the students slumped in their chairs, as eight crotches began to twitch almost in unison. Little resistance remain in their eyes as the flashed images of gooner brained commands and enraptured bate dumb men drilled deeper and deeper in to their psyche. Unravelling them. Rewiring them. Preparing them.
"You want to accept and understand penis pleasure.
You want to get dumb on cock and let your penis take control.
You want to goon your brains away and be a devoted cock slave."
The images upped their level again, now showing hardcore images of lubed up cocks with veiny shafts and drooling pisslits, bros huffing deeply from small bottles of poppers as gifs of sweat covered men humping their needy pricks into clenched fists repeated in time with the beat. Some of these men they recognised as fellow students, even professors, but rather than concern, jealousy reigned at the sight of them. Their faces showed it all, they were worshipping and getting dumb on dong. They were letting their penises take control. They had broken free.
