The next day, Randy arrives at school quite early, determined to investigate the football team. He'd made some lame excuses to his parents about why he couldn't come to dinner, although he knew he couldn't hide his thick muscles forever.
You're there before Randy even, hitting the weights, amped up on growth hormone, supplements, and your own super-powered testosterone, eager to follow Mark's orders to train his ass off. You're so engrossed in your workout, in your efforts to build up your body, that you don't even notice him watching, and you don't notice when he turns and walks away.
As Randy rounds a corner, his first opportunity presents itself. Two football jocks, jovially talking about how Mark the Captain had hypnotized Simon using an old watch, turning Simon the nerd into Russel the stud! Randy tries to stay cautious and unobserved, but given his large new build, that's easier said than done. The jocks notice the newcomer, and one gives a low whistle of appreciation.
"Hey, big guy!" the whistler says, holding out a hand to Randy to shake, "Don't think I've seen you in here before! You one of our new linebackers?"
Randy is momentarily confused, but decides to play along, holding out his big hand for a shake. The whistler winces slightly as Randy nearly crushed his hand, the big nerd not yet appreciating his new strength. "Uh, not yet," Randy stammers in his deeper new voice, trying to think fast. "I just, uh, transferred. Might try out."
"Yeah!" the whistler says to his buddy, pulling his hand back. They high-five each other, then turn back to Randy. "You must have a lot of experience, huh?"
"Not really," Randy replies, being honest. Frankly, he didn't even play football video games, preferring strategy or role-playing games instead. He decides to take a stab in the dark. "I couldn't help but overhear something about a watch? Helping guys focus?" He'd heard more than that, of course, but he didn't want to let on too much.
The two jocks look at each other uncomfortably. "Well, uh, not really," the first one says.
"Well, no harm in me looking at it, right?" Randy asks, gambling.
The other jock shruggs his shoulders. "Probably not. But it's in Mark's locker, and we don't have the combination." He nods in the locker's direction.
Randy knew Mark's locker. He'd had a little crush on the hot football captain for a while. The way Mark's ass filled out underwear was stunning, in Randy's opinion. Too bad Mark was such a colossal jerk. And yet...
Randy twists the knob of Randy's lock. He'd seen it enough times to know the combination by heart. The two jocks behind him blink in surprise as Randy opens the door.
"Hey, I don't think Mark would want you in there..." one of them warns.
But Randy can see a box. It is made of fine wood and looks quite out of place among Mark's football gear, cleats, protective cup, and other such items. Randy takes the box and opens it, revealing an old watch inside. He holds it up on the chain, as the two jocks behind him murmur nervously. "Come on, big guy, put that back! Mark's gonna be pissed!"
Randy slowly turns, holding up the watch. "Look at it. It's so beautiful..." he purrs, his voice low and soft. The jocks look. They try to pull their eyes away, but Randy begins to slowly swing the watch back and forth, distracting them, making them focus on it alone.
"Beautiful..." they agree, their voices low and empty.
Randy lets the watch swing back and forth, slowly counting down under his breath, just barely loud enough for the jocks to hear. Their eyelids become heavy, yet they focus on the watch more than ever, watching it sway gently back and forth. "You will obey me," Randy whispers, his voice barely audible. The two jocks nod. "And you will tell me what has been going on here," Randy adds, his gentle voice having a hard edge to it.
The two jocks babble explanations, eager to please. Wanting to deliver information to Randy. Wanting to please him and fulfill his wishes. Soon, Randy has a pretty clear picture what has been going on. And suddenly, he has a lot of possibilities about what to do about it.