Vampire Mark (muscle theft)
by fucil99
Mark was rushing into the school. He was late and needed to be at his office no later then seven thirty and it was now seven thirty five. He was late before he even got there. Mark had just got the job as the assistant coach and this was his first real job since he graduated as a Phys. Ed. major. He was so happy to have gotten the job and he didn't want to screw this opportunity up and he really didn't want be reprimanded before even his first ninety days were up. He had everything planned for the day and he was self-impressed with how hard he worked on the curriculum for the day and was eager to show it to his boss Mr. Gary Dartmunt, the head coach for the high school's physical education department. Gary had given Mark the first hour and the third and fourth hours classes as he liked Mark's enthusiasm and his positive contributions to the school's P.E. curriculum.
Mark definitely didn't want to blow that opportunity so he rushed ahead making a mental note of everything he would need for the day and making a physical check of his briefcase as he walked ahead not really paying attention to what was in front of him. That's when he ran smack dab into Lester Brooks. Lester was hit with the full forward momentum of Mark's 5'9" 160 lbs of trained muscles. Mark knocked Lester off his feet and onto the ground. "Oh man, I'm so sorry dude!" Mark said as he offered the young guy a hand up and then began to gather all of the paper work that had fallen out of his satchel type briefcase, its open ended top allowed him the versatility of looking into its contents as he walked but also allowed them to fall out as easy they did just now. His papers were strewn all around the two guys and some were being picked up in the heavy desert winds that blew almost constantly this time of the year.
Lester looked at Mark with pure disgust. He hated this new gym teacher who made him participate in the class that was mandatory for him to take and he hated gym. To Lester, gym was a waist of time and a potential threat to his grade point average. Mark had been
Lenient the last quarter and given him a low B for that quarter and it seriously put a deficit in his GPA and he took it very personally. Lester had vowed that one day he would get the strapping young stud jock back for fucking with his grades and that day was about to begin today for the unsuspecting young coach. Lester had planned this collision with Mark for days now and this was solely and deliberately planned by Lester. He was going to get this asshole as he saw him back. His undergraduate work at the University of Arizona's Biochem classes had given Lester access to the latest of biochemical compounds and he had finally come up with a chemical capable of bringing this young handsome stud's world to a crushing end. Lester was maniacal in thought and action; he did everything with precise detail and he was diligent in his focus and quite capable of pulling anything he set his mind to.
Mark was actually quite nice to Lester and had given him the low B as a favor to the kid, He should have flunked the kid but he knew he was bright young guy and he didn't want to mess his GPA up so he gave him the B. Well, Mr. Briggs the retiring coach always just gave Lester an A just to shut the kid up, and now here was this young coach who thought he should at least try to participate in the class. Well, that was simply not acceptable to Lester who figured gym class was for the losers to get an easy A and the future jocks of the world to get their start and be recognized by colleges so they could get undeserved high pay for stupid sports careers and not for the serious academic students.
Lester had studied Mark's every move. He knew what he carried in his backpack, what he did with it and where it would be, and he knew for a fact that Mark always kept his underarm deodorant and his cologne and a tube of toothpaste in his cloth briefcase, all in a separate pocket of the satchel. While poor Mark chased his daily plans all over the parking lot of the school, Lester did his job he switched the cologne and put the new tube of toothpaste he had laced and put in his own version of underarm deodorant into Mark's satchel. He even took his shampoo and soap that he knew would be in the backpack. Mark had taken off and set down to chase his paperwork down. He got lucky there he figured. He would have had to do that in the gym class. Mark came back with his daily plans all gathered in a now unorganized pile of papers and apologized again to Lester for knocking him down, Mark thought it rather rude of Lester who not hurt by the collision not to help him gather his work, but hey, at least he owed him an apology and it was given and both went their separate ways.
Game, set and MATCH, thought Lester as he watched the handsome young gym teacher walk as fast as he could into the school. From behind, Mark was gorgeous to look at, his back obviously well developed and strong a thin waist accented his broad shoulders and an air of confidence and intelligence ruled his forward motion as he walked. "Let's see how you like being the pariah, Mr. Gordon!" Lester said as he walked away knowing Mark's routine almost to a tee. This was perfect. Lester knew Mark would brush his teeth for a second time before class and now he wouldn't have to wait a half a day for him to do it the toothpaste was now there, and Mark's journey into becoming a succubus of sorts would begin with his first hour class and not his third hour as Lester originally planed. He had got lucky that Mark was toting the backpack and not wearing it.
All of Mark's personal hygiene products had been switched, and now the biochemical compound Lester had developed for his most hated teacher would be delivered very early into the day. Mark's world as a unwilling male force vampire was about to start, and when Mark was done ruining the bright young careers of the undeserving sports-oriented jocks he would think he was helping was over. Lester would bring Mark down and take everything away from the now unsuspecting young coach. The plan had perfectly begun, and hopefully perfectly discreet as well.