Son of Sleep Ch. 02

Instead of answering my best friend's questioning tone, I instead leaned casually up against the bathroom counter and began undoing my belt.

She frowned in confusion as her eyes flickered to where my fingers unclasped the button of my jeans. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

Ignoring her, I quickly slid the zipper down with a quiet bzzz and pulled my semihard length from my boxer briefs.

Paige's stormy blue eyes locked onto my manhood and I felt a shiver of power as her shocked, confused expression melted away, replaced by one of blank, mindless obedience.

"That's a good girl..." I told told her, my voice husky as my rod swelled and throbbed, a fiery liquid lust filling my body. "Now... come over here and show me what you can do."

"Yes, sir..." Paige purred, her voice the perfect blend of blank submission and mindless arousal.

She addressed me just as I had directed, the honorific hitting me like a jolt of adrenaline. That's right... I thought. All that time in the friend zone and I'm finally getting the attention I deserve.

A tiny voice somewhere in the back of my brain wondered, softly and hesitantly, whether Paige — my best, and only, friend for so long — deserved to be treated like this, but my rising confidence and lust crushed it easily. I was given this power as a gift, I reasoned. And I deserve to use it however I please.

The sexy blonde approached, her gait smooth and graceful as she slipped to her knees at my feet. Her hands stroked up my thighs as her eyes locked onto my cock, no other thought in her head but to bring me pleasure.

Paige had told me plenty of times in passing that practically no one came in here during the first period of the day — none of the girls gathered here to gossip until after their second class and before lunch. So, content that we were safe, I closed my eyes and relaxed, revelling in the sensation as her lips parted and she kissed the head of my shaft with an attitude of worshipful lust. Then, as if the first taste of my manhood had shattered any final, subconscious resistance, Paige moaned and slipped me into her mouth.

I sighed as she swallowed me whole, one of her hands stroking whatever fraction of my length she couldn't fit down her throat on the first gulp. My cock, which seemed to have been augmented by Hypnos just like the rest of me, should have been too large to fit between her pink lips. However, Paige seemed to lose all gag reflex during the trance and simply leaned forward, taking me to the hilt. Her throat was tight as a glove around me, my length as snug as a sword in its sheath when her lips reached the base.

I glanced down, loving the sight of my lithe teenage sexdoll as she wantonly sucked my length and fingered herself through her unzippered shorts.

This is the fucking life... I thought with a groan. Then, my ears picked up an unexpected sound at the periphery of my hearing... The steady click clack of heels on the tiled hallway. Before I could move, react, or even think, my miniature paradise was suddenly shattered and the only thought I managed to have was, I need to get better at locking the door behind me.

The bathroom door opened and a girl entered. Her eyes were glued to her smartphone, her painted nails tapping away at the screen like her heels were clacking their way across the floor.

I froze, instinctively trying to stay invisible for just a couple more precious seconds.

Paige, however, lost in her thoughtless, entranced haze, took that moment to moan and climax, shuddering as she struggled to continue pleasuring me while her own body got off on serving mine.

The girl stopped dead in her tracks and looked up, brushing wavy blonde hair from her face, and that was when I realized who it was.

For a moment, I was horrified. Hailey Martin was one of the most popular, and powerful, seniors in our class. She was 19, one of the oldest students, and her body had decided that she was already a fully-grown woman. Her figure was athletic, as befit the captain of the cheerleading squad, with hefty tits, long legs and sharp hazel eyes that could convince a teacher to improve her grade or impale a nerd at a hundred feet, depending on her mood. Predictably, she was also going out with Jared Butler, possibly my least favorite person on the planet. Together they comprised the school power couple, starring everywhere from football games to theatre productions. In a few words: terrifyingly attractive and sickeningly talented.

She gasped, her hands flying to her face, and those hazel eyes widened to the size of saucers. Then, just as swiftly, a cruel smile curved across her mouth. "I knew it!" she crowed, her voice triumphant, skewering me with an accusing point of her finger. "I knew there was something going on between you two." Her tone was simmering with vindictive pleasure. "The school pervert and the girl who thinks she's too good for the rest of us."

I knew that Hailey despised me on principle, almost as an extension of her boyfriend who did everything he could to beat me down. But I never really understood why she had it out for Paige. My best friend had always been above those sorts of "playground politics" as she put it, but she had mentioned from time to time Hailey going to some lengths to attempt to make her look stupid or incompetent. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't care that really pissed the cheerleader off.

Hailey was addicted to the social power she wielded, but Paige really didn't give a fuck.

Then, in an instant, my terror vanished. I'd been looking for a way to get back at Jared for all the times he'd humiliated and insulted me. Here was my chance.

Hailey's face was twisted with malicious glee, and I saw her start to raise her phone.

She's trying to take a photo, I thought as time seemed to slow. I bet she wouldn't hesitate to show it to the entire school, either. I almost shook my head at how bitchy this girl was. Then, I actually chuckled softly and met her gaze.

Her expression froze in surprise as I laughed in her face.

"Can't have any of that now," I told her calmly. And with that, I pulled back out of Paige's mindlessly sucking mouth, my cock swinging free and standing at attention directly in Hailey's line of sight.

"What the hell are you—?" she started to ask, and then her eyes fixed on my rod, swaying back and forth and glistening with Paige's saliva.

I didn't exactly know what to expect — it wasn't as if Hypnos had handed me a manual when he'd blessed my cock with a fraction of his power — but I certainly wasn't disappointed.

The busty blonde cheerleader's hands dropped slack to her sides as her eyes widened, her phone falling with a clatter to the tile floor. She didn't even seem to notice, her jaw going slack so that her pouty lips parted in a little O.

I could just imagine guiding her to her knees and wrapping those full lips around my cock, fucking her face until I came down her sluttle little throat. I could imagine tangling my hand in that blonde mane and pulling back her head as I pounded her from behind, spanking her ass until it was red with the imprint of my palm.

But... I thought, grinning wickedly. I have another idea first...

* * *

Antheia moaned softly as she dropped into the trance, and Hypnos grinned.

They're all the same, he thought with an intense satisfaction, a pulse of arousal shooting through his body at the sight of the golden-haired goddess, her eyelids closed and her body relaxed as she knelt before him on the bed. These Olympians, claiming power over the mortal race and the world around us, but really just filled with a deep desire to submit. To bend to the will of another, stronger power. My power...

His cock hardened in his hand as he stroked himself slowly. Then, he reached out and lightly grasped Antheia's wrist, gently pulling her hand forward until her fingers instinctively wrapped around his shaft and began to pump slowly up and down.

Hypnos shivered with pleasure. "Very good..." he murmured, sucking in a breath of air between his teeth. "Stroking up and down... Sinking deeper and deeper... Falling down and down into the trance as your body relaxes and your mind opens..."

"Yesss..." Antheia murmured. "Relaxed and open..."

The god nodded in satisfaction. Gently pushing the goddess onto her back, he slipped from her grasp and angled the tip of his length to meet her slick entrance. Her pussy was wet with desire, her inner fire hot and needy.

With a grunt, Hypnos eased inside of her.

The goddess gasped, her eyes flying open and sparking with desire.

The god of sleep bared his teeth in a grin, loving the blank, thoughtless stare with just a hint of devotion and lust. Pulling back, he began to stroke in and out of her tight body, leaning forward so he could play with her ample cleavage.

"Oh shit..." the goddess gasped, her face tightening as her body struggled to control itself.

Hypnos sank his fingers into her full tits, teasing and tugging at her nipples as his cock began to pound faster and harder. He opened his mouth to speak, drawing on the reserves of power that welled up within him. Then, instead, his lips snapped shut and he shook his head, his eyebrows coming together in a confused frown.

What's wrong with you? the Adonis asked himself, his corded muscles rippling beneath his tan skin. Stick to the plan. Antheia is just the next stepping stone toward your goal.

Every few hundred years Hypnos, god of sleep, would make a game out of seducing Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust. She certainly wasn't relationship material, not that any of the Immortals really bothered with long-term relationships, but Hypnos had always enjoyed the chase, the corner and, of course, the prize. Antheia, as one of Aphrodite's handmaidens, was vital to this century's plan — she would return to her mistress and casually namedrop the god, planting the seeds of interest in Aphrodite's mind. Over the next week or two, Antheia would make sure the goddess overheard her avid descriptions of their nights together, and would brag that the god had said that she, Antheia, was the best fuck he'd had in decades.

Hypnos knew that Aphrodite's nature would practically force her to develop an interest in him, if only so she could one-up her handmaiden.

And yet...

The god of sleep grasped Antheia's legs at the knees and lifted them in his hands. Hooking them over his shoulders, he drove even deeper inside of her. Her body was perfect beneath his, the body of a goddess — tight yet pliant, supple and flexible. Her pussy was almost virginally tight, just how Hypnos liked it, and her golden hair tumbled across the pillows as her fingers clenched at the blankets.

Damnit! Hypnos silently cursed. A frown — hot, bothered and sexy on his sculpted features — cut across his mouth. Because, no matter what he did, he couldn't get Mariah out of his head. He pulled back, slipping from Antheia's slim body with a groan. His cock throbbed, angry at him, but he simply ran his fingers through his hair and ignored his bodily urges.

The game that had been a pleasant diversion for eons suddenly felt dry and bland.

"Awake," he murmured, stroking a finger along Antheia's ribs.

With a soft, satisfied sigh, the goddess blinked and rose, sitting up beside him. "Mmm," she purred, eyes flashing mischievously to Hypnos' cock, still hard as steel. "Something for me to take care of?" She bit seductively at her bottom lip and glanced up into his face.

Hypnos didn't respond, still lost in thought. What is it about her? he asked himself, Mariah's face hovering in his mind's eye. Is it her hair?

Antheia smiled, no clue what the god was thinking but enjoying the brooding expression. "Let's see if I can't bring you back from those gloomy thoughts," she giggled. She leaned forward, slipping her mouth over the tip of his length.

The god of sleep sucked in a breath but ignored her. No... I've always prefered blondes. What about her body? She's definitely not my usual type.

Antheia's lithe body slid from the bed, her figure that of a teenager new to womanhood. Sliding to her knees, she bent her head and moaned as the god's cock entered her mouth once again.

No... This should be exactly what I want... Hypnos growled to himself, fixing his dark eyes on the goddess at his feet. But he realized, suddenly, that he didn't want what he had. He wanted what was just beyond his reach.

He stood abruptly, his manhood slipping from between Antheia's lips.

The goddess pouted up at him, tousled blonde hair tumbling down her back in a golden waterfall. "What's wrong, lover?" she murmured, bright blue eyes taking on a slightly worried tint.

Hypnos just shook his head. "I'll need to be alone for a bit," he responded distractedly. "Stay or go, as you like." Then, he stalked off into his massive bathroom, shaking his head at himself and his own foolishness.

The god of sleep needed a nice, relaxing bath. A bath where he could sit and think this through. Aphrodite could wait, he had decided. It was time for a new plan.

* * *

Hailey's hazel eyes were wide open and blank. Her grey sweater, which had clung so invitingly to her full, round tits, was crumpled up in a ball and tossed into the corner of the bathroom counter. Her plaid skirt, which had completed the "innocent little schoolgirl" outfit, was now resting flat on the floor beneath her spread knees. One hand was buried between her legs, wantonly driving in and out of her dripping pussy, while the other fondled her breasts, tugging at her hardening pink nipples.

And as for her sweet, pouty mouth...

"That's it," I grinned. "Make my cock nice and wet..."

Hailey moaned, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped at my length. Her head bobbed up and down, long blonde hair held back in Paige's fingers.

My cock was in heaven, waves of pleasure washing over my body every time the head cheerleader took me into her throat.

"Perfect..." With a grunt, I bent at the waist and gripped my newly minted sextoy under her arms, lifting her up into the air, surprised how easy it was with my recently-developed muscles. Turning, I planted her firm ass on the the bathroom counter and spread her thighs wide open to my gaze.

"No panties..." I murmured, a little surprised.

Interestingly, Hailey responded, her voice stripped of emotion but panting slightly from the lust that shivered through her body at my command. "Jared doesn't like them..." She groaned as my fingers danced softly across her sex, lightly circling her clit.

"Good..." I muttered. "I don't like them either." I slid a finger inside of her, slowly pushing it in to the second knuckle.

The blonde's head dropped back, a sexy purr spilling from between her lips.

"I want you to be available for me anytime and anywhere." A second finger joined the first.

"Anytime..." Hailey gasped, nodding slightly as my words penetrated her fuzzy mind. "Anywhere..."

"With no resistance or hesitation."

I sped up slightly and Hailey's voice hitched. "I cannot resist..."

"Your body and mind mine, to do with whatever I please."

"Whatever you please..." The cheerleader whimpered softly with lust as I withdrew my fingers, but I wasn't done with her yet.

"Paige," I grunted, gripping my cock and lining myself up with Hailey's dripping pussy. "Go get this slut's phone."

"Yes, sir," Paige replied obediently, and through the tone of compliance I thought I could hear a hint of mischievous glee. My best friend click clicked several feet in her heels before bending at the waist and picking up Hailey's smartphone.

"Now," I commanded. "I think you should take some nice, sexy photos of this..." And with that, I gripped Hailey by the waist and slid up inside of her.

I gasped as the heat of the cheerleader's smoldering tunnel flowed through me, her mew of lust music to my ears. Using her hips as leverage, I thrust powerfully, burying myself in her core.

Hailey's body shuddered as my engorged cock split her pussy in half, spreading her wide open. She ground back against me, hands on my shoulders and nails digging into my back.

I gritted my teeth as I controlled my desire to explode inside of her. Not yet... I reminded myself. I have special plans for that.

My hands slid up her sides and Hailey instinctively arched her back, pushing her tits out and into my palms. I massaged them gleefully, her round breasts plump and bouncy beneath my hands. My fingers circled around her erect nipples and tweaked them, making her gasp once again.

With a sharp cry, Hailey came, burying her head in my shoulder as her body shuddered under my hands.

"That's a good girl..." I murmured, knowing that my praise sent jolts of electric ecstasy through her body. "Cum harder for me, slut." I grinned into her hair, knowing that Paige was getting every second of this.

I thrust faster, getting closer and closer to the edge. "Alright, my sexy little bimbo plaything..." The words flowed out of me, and I wasn't even sure where they were coming from. "On your knees."

As I pulled back and out of her body, the cheerleader scrambled off the counter and onto her knees before me, eyes hazy with mindless lust as she stared at my cock.

My hand was a blur as I began to stroke up and down my shaft, staring not at her but at Paige. I could tell that my best friend was filming, so I grinned right into the camera as I exploded, my cock spurting strand after strand onto Hailey's gorgeous, upturned face.

The buxom blonde opened her mouth, her lips curving into a wanton smile as she caught several pale ropes on her tongue and my cock slowly pulsed to a halt. The cheerleading captain's hair was already in disarray, but now her makeup was smudged as I milked a few more drops of cum out onto her cheeks. Her face was covered in dripping spunk, but she smiled up at me as though she had never been more satisfied.

Paige lowered the phone, staring at Hailey. Her own expression was blank and emotionless, but I thought I saw a glimmer of satisfaction as well. Suddenly, a whole new world of ideas and possibilities exploded into my mind.

"Clean yourself up," I ordered Hailey, zipping up my pants with a satisfied sigh. "Then I want you to go on with your day like nothing happened." To Paige, I added, "Text whatever photos or videos you took to my number."

"Yes, sir," my best friend nodded obediently and began to type as the bombshell at my feet slowly stood and moved to the sink, pulling several paper towels from the machine and beginning to dab at her face.

I took a deep breath, trying to still my racing heart. Plans flew through my mind. Suddenly, I was no longer the defenseless IT nerd who had been getting reamed by the administration and by the senior class golden boy. I had blackmail material on one of the most powerful girls at school. I was in the position to humiliate Hailey and cuckold Jared.

I was the one who held all the cards.

I kissed Paige offhandedly as I brushed past. "See you tonight," I murmured in her ear, knowing that she would awaken in a few moments with no recollection of what had just happened.

"Yes, sir," she replied, her eyes sliding away from mine and into the distance.

I could almost feel my hard-on return at the empty, thoughtless stare, but I shook my head ruefully. Don't get greedy now, Alex, I ordered myself. Still shaking my head, I glanced at my watch as I pushed through the door and out into the high school hallway, turning in the direction of my mostly-finished history class.