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The story contains themes of revenge, incest, dominance and submission, homosexuality, lesbian/bisexuality, and of course mind control. There may be more by the time I get to the end. This is definitely a different genre story, but it falls into this category. If these themes offend you, please stop reading immediately.
This part is very long. I will probably post a second part in the same format and length.
This is different from my usual writing style. This story is the funniest I have ever written. It is a bit exaggerated, sometimes bordering on parody/comedy. I thought it was silly, childish, funny and really fun to write. I realize it may not be for everyone.
Finally, all characters are over the age of 18. This work is entirely fictional and any similarities are purely coincidental. I encourage everyone to leave a comment and vote. Thank you so much to all my beta readers! You are all invaluable.
“I laugh most at absurdities, then at stories, then at comments, then at bearded men on roller skates.” -T.J. Miller
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Cooper Family Pride, Part 1
Or, how the Coopers learned to stop worrying and love dick
Or, Danny Dugan saves the world and fucks some nice ass bitches
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Danny Duggan is holding his breath underwater, tiny bubbles escaping his lips. “Hurry up!” he grins, his voice low.
Oops! The toilet flushed and water splashed around his head. He kicked his leg which was being held down by two football players, Brett Derrickson and Jason Cooper. Then the water began to refill the bowl, flooding his nose.
“Come on, Jason! What did I do to you? Please stop! You were having too much fun, Danny begged, then took a deep breath, water filled his mouth and he drowned.”
Oh! he gasped.
“I saw you talking to my daughter,” Jason whispered. “You can’t talk to her.”
“You’re such a mess, Dugan! I bet he jerked her off at home, man!” Brett urged Jason to continue.
“But…she’s in my AP Biology class. I need to talk to her. Mr. Hutchins asked her to be my lab partner,” Danny tried desperately to explain.
“No loser idiot will talk to my girl! Do you understand?!” Jason sounded more determined. “Change lab partners or else this will be an everyday occurrence, or worse. Much worse.”
Jason rummaged through Danny’s jeans pockets until he found his wallet. He opened the box, pulled out forty-seven dollars and put the cash in his pocket.
“Oh, come on! That’s not my money!”
“That’s a stupid tax. Don’t talk to Beth, asshole!” Jason laughed and threw his wallet in the toilet, the water covering his head again.
Ouch! As Danny’s feet touched the tiled floor he felt the water rush in one last time.
The door slammed shut as Brett and Jason burst out of the bathroom laughing. Danny reached into the toilet, pulled out his wallet and tried to get out of the water. He sat back on the dirty floor and cursed Jason Cooper for being an asshole. Is it his fault he became lab partners with Beth? Whatever it was, she didn’t look at him twice.
Danny used the hand dryer on the wall to dry the wet parts of his hair and shirt. Unfortunately, this is nothing new for him. He has been bullied his whole life. The only thing that has changed is the creativity of his bullies, although today he is not as creative as usual.
Danny has accepted his ordinary life. He does not have the athleticism of Jason Cooper. He is not very handsome either. Danny is a very ordinary looking kid with a skinny body and a crooked smile. He was not from a wealthy family but grew up in a working class family. Thus, despite so much resistance, he accepted his low social status and remained largely introverted.
He picked up his bag and walked out of the bathroom, he was already late for his next class.
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The school’s stands were packed Friday night. Jason Cooper led his team’s offense against Montville High School. Fans cheered and cheered for their home team. Football is a big deal. Hopes are high that Jason will help the Cougars win the state championship this year.
Greg Cooper was watching the game from his usual seat, umpiring. Everyone knows the Coopers. They are the closest thing a family has to royalty. Greg made a fortune by buying foreclosures during the financial crisis and then building commercial real estate, skyscrapers and large apartment complexes. Despite his incredible wealth, he enrolled his children in public schools. That’s good enough for him. He thought it was wonderful to see people who have nothing. People who are more eager to succeed and more eager to be successful.
“Greg, can’t you talk to the coach about letting Joey play a few minutes?” Phil asked as politely as possible.
“We need to win this game, Phil! It’s the beginning of the season! We need to make a statement and the Cougars are going to crush our opponents this year. We can’t afford to lose. I’m sorry.”
“But…we’re up 47-7 and the game’s almost over…” Phil pointed to the scoreboard. It’s a massacre. “…I’m just calling Joey a second-rate quarterback…he’s not going to get any playing time…”
“He’s on a winning team! Maybe he should stop complaining.” Greg found the boy sitting on the bench, tapping his feet on the grass and not even paying attention to the court. “Look! Look at him. He looks so happy. See?”
Phil looked down at his son. Joey was now staring at the cheerleaders, making the international gesture for oral sex, taking his fist into his mouth and sliding his tongue into his cheek. Phil is upset to learn that Greg’s daughter Mandy is a cheerleader.
“Yeah…” Phil said awkwardly.
“Phil…” Greg patted him on the shoulder. “…if your kid dares talk to my daughter, I’ll cut his dick off, okay?” He looked back at Joey who was still rambling. “That’s disgusting! Come on! My princess doesn’t need to be corrupted by such dirty behavior.”
“Sorry, Greg! He’s a teenager. What do you want me to do?”
“I’m going to bite his dick off,” Greg repeated pointedly, then got back to the game. “You really want Joey to get more play time? Maybe we can make a bet…” He looked back, a teasing look in his eyes.
Phil threw up his hands. “Fuck you. Everyone knows you wouldn’t bet with Cooper.”
“That’s up to you,” Greg said disappointedly.
Danny Duggan walked behind the stands, listening to the cheering. He actually didn’t like football. Most of the guys on the team were bullying him. There was nothing else to do on Friday nights and he didn’t want to stay home with his asshole dad. That’s even worse. So he usually walks around alone, watching people and imagining what their lives are like. It was better than masturbating in his bedroom.
He wandered into the canteen. There was a long queue at a checkout counter. The two mothers were talking in the distance.
“Does he realize the irony of it?”
“She had to do it! And I swear she wasn’t wearing a bra. I think she did it on purpose.”
“I’m surprised her husband let her wear that. Last year, when we played at Morristown, a dad from the other team came up to her and started flirting with her. Greg hit the guy in the face. It’s the protection of your wife and then there’s this weird issue of ownership controlling, it’s scary.”
Danny glanced at the register and saw the subject of their conversation. That’s Libby Cooper, Jason’s mom. She was wearing a Cougar t-shirt. It was bright red like their uniforms and had a low v-neck cut that showed off some serious cleavage. She also wore tight denim shorts that brushed against her perfect butt. Danny understood now. He was a boor. The irony did not go unnoticed by him. He adjusted his cock, becoming aroused at the sight of her.
“Well, at least she’s bringing in sales.”
“Anything. Miss Perfect. With her perfect family, perfect house and perfect body. She can go fuck herself. I’m sure she’ll go home and drink a bottle of wine like the rest of us and hate her life.”
they laughed.
Danny didn’t want to stand in line for food, so he walked back to the sidelines to the bleachers. There were only a few minutes left in the game.
“Hey, Danny!”
He heard his name and looked around. Usually no one talks to them. It startled him at first. Then he turned around and saw Mandy Cooper in her cheerleading uniform, pom-poms in her hands. She waved at him and ran forward.
Danny looked around and then pointed to himself. “Me?” he asked, unsure if she really wanted to talk to him.
She giggled. “Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “I don’t usually see you at games.”
Danny had never said a word to her in his life. She’s a goddess – Jason’s twin sister. He suddenly felt nervous.
A beautiful spiral football was launched from the air and found its target with pinpoint accuracy. Danny didn’t even notice it. The ball hit him right in the face and he fell to the ground. His head hit the edge of the bleachers on the way down. His whole body was cold.
“Fuck!” Jason waved her off the ground and gave her a hard kiss the likes of which she had never seen before. “Oh yes! A direct hit!”
Danny opened his eyes and a random parent touched him gently. “Kid? Are you okay? You got hit by a ball right in the face and hit your head.”
“Huh? Wow?” He looked around, his eyes slowly focused, and he found that everyone was looking at him. This made him go from embarrassment to anger. “Uh… yeah… okay… I’m fine… thank you…” He stood up unsteadily and walked out.
“Hey! You probably haven’t woken up yet. You should see that!” the parents shouted after him.
There was light applause as the game continued. Danny walked behind the concession stand, rubbing the back of his head, still dizzy. He could feel a lump forming. He walked along the high security wall on the other side of the field, which provided a short cut back to his house. Jason Cooper! What a bastard! His vision blurred and he stumbled, sliding off the wall and falling ten feet to the ground, rolling down an embankment and hitting his head against the rocks again.
******
Danny opened his eyes. He lay in the dirt at the edge of the woods. The stadium lights that had been flashing around the field had been turned off. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. It had been several hours. He rubbed his head again. The bell rang loudly. Danny went home with a bag of ice cubes, which had grown quite large by now. He got it from an abandoned Styrofoam cooler next to the court. His headache was almost unbearable. This is the worst day ever.
When he finally got there, his dad was on the couch. He held a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon and watched some silly show about a lost Amazonian tribe. He was a little tipsy. It’s a standard Friday for the world’s most useless man.
“I thought I told you to mow the lawn after school,” he stuttered when he heard the door slam. “Where have you been?”
Danny’s head was killing him, it was a really bad day and he couldn’t handle it.
“Why don’t you mow the lawn, you asshole!” Danny yelled angrily. “Then go fuck yourself. Deadbeat!”
He instantly regretted it and ran back to his room before his father could say anything bad. He expected the door to open any moment. It was only a matter of time. Talking back wasn’t his thing. For once. Danny wasn’t sure what was happening to him. Damn headache! Fuck you, Jason Cooper!
Twenty minutes later the doorknob turned and her mother came in. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
“Bad day. That’s all,” Danny replied. “Something bad happened at school. I got embarrassed in front of everyone at the football game tonight. And Dad got me in trouble again.”
“Speaking of which… why is he mowing the lawn?”
“What do you mean?” Danny asked.
“He just walked out without saying anything and started mowing the lawn,” she replied. “It’s almost midnight. It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
She looked back at the door, and something seemed off. “That’s weird,” she repeated, dragging out the sentence. “Well, I’m sorry you had a bad day. I’m worried about you. You’re coming home late. If you’re going to be out so late, you should call. Do you want to talk it out?” she asked the kind mother.
“Sorry. I guess I lost track of time. I just wanted to be alone,” Danny replied, lying a little. He didn’t want her to worry his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll get over it.”
She kissed his forehead. “Love you, son. Better days are always ahead. Sleep well.”
Lori left quietly and closed the door.
Danny heard the sound of a lawnmower in the distance. Very strange. His father always made him do yard work. At least he wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow, he thought. The noise might keep him from sleeping. He was tired and his head started throbbing and soon he passed out.
Soon after, he was awakened by his mother screaming. His parents quarreled again. Seems worse than usual. He ran down the hallway to make sure she was okay.
“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing? Oh my god! This is disgusting!”
“I have to! I have to do this! You don’t understand!”
Danny pushes open the bedroom door. His mother stands beside the bed in shock while his father shoves the dildo into his ass. It’s a horrifying sight.
“What do you mean you have to do this? Please stop! Stop!”
His father looked disappointed, like he didn’t understand what was going on. “I have to mow the lawn and fuck myself! Mow the lawn and fuck myself!” he screamed. He actually cried. He burst into tears. “Danny told me!”
“What?” Danny asked, confused and frustrated.
His mother was very confused. “What did you say to him?” she shouted at her son. “Why do you do that?” She looked at her husband suspiciously.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!” her father yelled, shoving the latex toy up her butt.
“Stop it!” Danny yelled overwhelmed. “Stop it now!”
His father slowly removed the offending object, his face turning red, not knowing why he did it.
“What’s wrong with you?” his mother yelled. “You stop when he says so, but you don’t stop when I say so?”
“I…I…” my father stuttered.
Danny couldn’t believe it. His head felt hot again. What did his father want to say? Should he listen to him? This doesn’t make any sense.
“Everyone, relax!” he demanded. “It doesn’t matter, forget it! Stop fighting!”
Lori turned to her son, completely confused. “Danny? What happened? It’s so late, what are you doing in our room?”
Danny was about to answer when he suddenly saw his father buttoning his pants. His father stared at the dildo curiously. He reached back and touched his ass. It felt like something was happening. He looked back at the toy, like it had something to do with it. He doesn’t remember. But its presence felt convenient, and he felt violated. It made him more and more uncomfortable.
“Get out of here, you little bastard,” he said incoherently. “I…I want to go out and get some air.” He walked past them with awkward steps.
Danny was horrified. Was his father telling the truth? His father felt the need to do as he was told. Even now, his simple “forget it” seemed to be taken literally.
Lori sees the dildo on her bed. She panics. She doesn’t remember taking it out of the drawer or using it. But there it is! And in front of her son!
“Oh my god!” She ran over and tried to lift up the pillow.
“Nothing, no problem,” Danny said. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She smiled awkwardly. “I’m sorry.” He said, picking it up. “I left my dildo out! I didn’t mean for you to see it.” The latex toy was hanging in the air between them.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Go back to sleep.”
Danny watched her climb back into bed.
“Mom?” she asked before turning and leaving. “How often do you use that thing?”
“My dildo? As much as possible, love.”
Danny was sure he had answered the question. “Sounds good. I’m going out to do some work this weekend. Do you mind?”
“No, I don’t mind at all,” she replied.
Danny nodded and went back to his room where he could breathe more comfortably. This is not allowed! Is that possible? Maybe it was one of those vivid dreams, he thought. These feelings are so real that it’s almost impossible to distinguish them from reality. What else could explain this? He felt a hit on the back of his head. What happened to him tonight?
******
It was Monday. Danny was sitting alone in the cafeteria. He had been out of his mind all weekend. It was the most unbelievable thing that he couldn’t tell anyone. It’s absolutely true. He can control people. He’s proven it over and over again.’ Then he decided he couldn’t do anything about it, at least not yet. It absolutely terrified him. So, as usual, he sat alone and kept quiet.
The social caste system is on full display in high school. Every group and clique of students is huddled around their desks. The football team exists as its own bubble of cool within the larger social circle of cool, with Jason Cooper as its de facto leader. Danny hated everything about him.
Mandy Cooper stopped in front of Danny’s table with a tray of food. It was the first time he had seen her since the game. She has the same genetic gifts as her brother, but without his personality. Her long black hair hung thickly down her back. She had the most innocent brown eyes and the softest skin. Her lips were naturally full and painted in pink lipstick. She wore a knee-length plaid skirt and a white knit shirt. Danny almost groaned out loud. She makes everything seem like sex.
“Hey, Danny,” she said fondly.
“Uh…uh…” he stuttered.
“I’m sorry for what my brother did during the game. It looked like you were really hurt. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “He’s so stupid. You don’t deserve that.”
“It’s…uh…yeah…don’t worry…I’ve been through worse…you know?”
He gave her a small smile. “I’ll try to talk to him if you want. Tell him to stop threatening you.”
“No…it’s okay…” Danny replied. “…I’ll be fine. You’re only making it worse.”
“Okay. Alright…enjoy your lunch.”
“Yeah…uh…you too…”
Danny watched her walk away, apparently mesmerized by the conversation, until he saw Jason walking in his direction with an angry look on his face.
“Hey, Stinkface,” he whispered as he got closer. “What’s wrong with you? Do you think you can stare at my sister’s ass like that?”
“What? No. She stopped and talked to me for a bit.”
“You don’t talk to him. Ever.”
“But…that was the second time he talked to me…I didn’t…uh…” Danny was clearly angry. “Did you tell him the rules? I don’t think the people I’m not allowed to talk to realize that I’m not allowed to talk to them.”
“What?” Jason asked. “What does it matter? I’m talking to you. I’m telling you.”
“Leave me alone, Jason. Please. I’ve never done anything to you. Why do you insist on choosing me?”
Jason picked up Danny’s can of soda and poured it onto his food tray, soaking everything.
“Really?!” Danny sighed in frustration. “I’m politely asking you to stop.”
