(Starring Dustin Diamond, Mark-Paul Gosselaar and Mario Lopez)
'Won't they be sorry,' I thought as I put the final tape into my tape player. 'Always picking on me, judging me, and underestimating me. I'm supposed to drop everything to accomodate their needs, but do they ever ask about MINE?!' I hooked the player into my computer and hit the appropriate buttons/keys.
I picked up a picture of a recent pool party that got me through many lustful nights. I was in between Zack and Slater, who were dripping water from their bare torsos. Zack had his arm around me . . . in friendship, of course. But not for long. This was the week of my revenge. I will admit it, I have had a crush on Zack Morris since early elementary school. That early, I thought he was just an idol. But as the years went by, I found myself growing increasingly lustful for his lean body and handsome face. He repaid my fanatical devotion by taking advantage of me and even giving me the nickname, "Screech." 'When I'm through with him,' I thought, 'he won't be able to get enough of me.' My eyes shifted to Slater. 'Geez, and who *couldn't* want *that* body?' I became lost in thought staring at their bare bodies.
The click of the tape player finishing jarred me from my thoughts. 'Whoa, I was staring at the picture for an hour . . . I need help. That should do it, though.' I put the tape in a cassete box, and put the fake labels on. It was almost time.
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The next day was a normal one . . . so everyone thought. Everyone fell into their stereotypical roles throughout the day, but later they all met at the Max.
I was sitting with Lisa and Jessie, attempting to carry on my fake 'crush' on Lisa, when Slater came in, followed by Zack and Kelly. Slater eased into the seat with Jessie, across from where Zack and Kelly were snuggling in together, forcing Lisa to move to the booth behind Slater and Jessie. I was leaning over the seat behind Zack, trying not to look down his shirt.
"I can't believe Belding is going to cancel our Spring Break trip . . ." I listened to Zack babble about whatever his next plot would be, which would probably involve me humiliating myself.
"Oh, Zack, before I forget, I got that new U2 tape you and Slater were talking about yesterday."
"You're kidding! I thought it comes out tomorrow!"
"Well, you know how my uncle owns that tape store on Fifth? Well, I gave him two of my beetle farms and he gave me the tape. Do you both want to come over and listen to it at my house?" Zack and Slater both readily agreed, never giving a thought to the big subliminal message event we had the year before . . . and this time, I had pumped a lot more science into the process. 'There is no way they are going to be able to resist me after listening to those tapes,' I had thought.
In my thoughts I missed the meaningless babble that prompted Zack to start kissing Kelly or Slater to do the same with Jessie. Hooray for *that*. However, to keep up my everlasting charade I raised my eyebrows and grinned at Lisa, who stifled a startled scream. I couldn't take much more of that, so I made some flimsy excuse and went home to wait . . and pray.
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Zack and Slater showed up about an hour later.
"Hey guys!" I said, laying on the geek so they wouldn't become suspicious. Apparently, they had both stopped at home to change (Zack was wearing jeans with a pink t-shirt; Slater was wearing red shorts with a matching t-shirt), and then Zack had brought them both to my house.
"Hey little man," Slater gave me a smirk and winked.
"Yo Screech . . we appreciate this." Zack smiled that classic smile.
"No problem, guys . . just in here." I led them into my dad's den. My parents were gone for the week, so I was ready for some fun. Zack and Slater sat at opposite ends of the couch; I took the chair next to the stereo system.
"Man, I can't believe you have this tape . . I've been waiting *forever* . . " They continued declaring their impatience as I popped the tape into the player. My uncle did indeed own a music store, and I did indeed have the new tape, but this one was, of course, doctored up a bit. Due to the framing of the subliminals, my mind wouldn't be affected, so I just hit Play and sat back, crossing my fingers.
The three of us chatted off and on, but most of the time we listened in silence. After about 7 minutes, Zack's gaze became fixed. Slater and I spoke a bit, and once or twice he looked curiously at Zack, who was silent and staring off into space. After another few minutes, Slater too entered a near-trance. They weren't hypnotized, but they were processing information that wasn't going to leave room for free will. I took the opportunity to look freely upon their bodies. Slater was leaning back, giving me a great view of his muscular torso through his t-shirt. I licked my lips and had to readjust my seat as I stared at Slaters nipples, which were pushing up through the tight shirt. Then I examined Zack, who was looking incredibly sexy leaning back; his gaze had happened to have landed on my neck.
After I stared at Zack for about ten minutes, Slater suddenly stood up. 'It's happening!' I thought. At the movement, Zack leaned slowly leaned forward, and his eyes seemed to focus again . . on Slater. The music was still programming them to become my ultimate sex slaves, but in the meantime they were following more immediate suggestions (so I wouldn't have to sit there for 52 minutes with no entertainment).
Slater got a big smile on his face and took off his shirt. He threw it to Zack, who was beaming at him and absently rubbing his crotch. I marvelled at Slater's torso. I'd seen it plenty of times, but never in a situation such as this. Clad only in his shorts, he began to flex his chest and arms in the many poses he learned from various body-building competitions. This drove me nuts . . especially with the lustful looks he would give me and Zack in between poses. I was incredibly horny by the time Zack stood up; from the looks of it, Zack was pretty excited too. I almost got off completely on the thought that these two studs were performing my will.
Zack moved close to Slater and stared into his eyes. A.C. had stopped posing and was standing erect . . in more ways than one. I leaned forward; almost afraid to see this work . . . the control I possessed was frighteningly revealed when Zack leaned his head forward and kissed Slater's right nipple. I stripped out of my pants at that point . . . I didn't want them to rip. Slater closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little. Zack put his hands on Slater's bare sides, closed his own eyes, and began sucking on Slater's right pec. Knowing that they wouldn't notice, I moved in behind Zack. The view was incredible . . I could see around to Zack's face pressed against Slater's chest. Slater's look of pleasure alone made the scene perfect. I reached in to Zack's waist. I was finally touching my ultimate crush! His body was warm, even through his clothes, and again, I stopped to ponder the control I had over this teen. His t-shirt was tucked into his jeans; I pulled it out. As Zack kissed along Slater's chest to his left nipple, I reached up Zack's shirt and touched his bare skin for the first time for more than a few seconds. I pressed my body to the back of his, reached around, and wildly began feeling him up. His body was very lean, but not grossly skinny, like mine. My hands wound their way from his chest to his abdomen; I couldn't get enough of his body. He was completely hairless; we all basically were. As I fondled his left nipple, I leaned in close and just took his boy-scent in.
I was interrupted when Zack took his face from Slater's chest, reached down to his shirt, and took it off. I was freaked out until I remembered that this was per instruction. I laid on the couch, doing my best not to touch my dick, as Zack reached around Slater's shoulders and Slater grabbed Zack's sides. They looked fiercely, and curiously, into each other's eyes for a brief second, and then forced their mouths together. The kiss was intense. I'd have given anything to know what was shooting through their minds at that point, but that didn't mean I was unhappy with my view. Their hands moved along thier bodies as they kissed, feeling each other up and pulling their chests tight. After 6 minutes of that, Slater pulled away and then kissed his way down Zack's chest. Finally he came to Zack's pants. Zack leaned his head back in pleasure as Slater unzipped and pulled down his jeans. Meanwhile I had taken off their socks. Now Slater was only in red shorts, and Zack was in green boxers. I sat back on the couch and admired their bodies; they were standing straight then, like army cadets, and at attention (again, in more ways than one). The suggestions were done; now they were mine to play with.