Frat Takeover

I entered the room grinning like a mad scientist. To some extent, I guess I am one. I looked at the immobile jocks scattered on the chairs and the floor in an assortment of unnatural positions and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for them. After all, they couldn't help but act like stereotypical frat bros, but therein also laid the problem. They were too stereotypical, like right off some B-rated movie.

I told myself I was doing the school a favor but, in all honesty, I was really doing it for myself. Finally tired of their behavior around people they considered beneath them, I took it upon myself to teach them a lesson. Little did I know I would do it almost literally. It was definitely only accidental that, in my weeks of monitoring and spying on them that I would discover these young men were literally programmed to act the way they did.

Yes, the hot young men of Alpha Beta Charlie are programmed to act like jerks but not because they were hypnotized or mind-controlled. They didn't have minds, to begin with, at least not like mine or yours (presumably). They were, in fact, nothing more than highly sophisticated machines with a sufficient level of AI to fool people, including me. It was a discovery that triggered many a jack-off session while I planned and programmed my attack.

Fast-forward a few weeks, the entire frat is now under my control and programming. I'd have to admit, seeing them twitch and malfunction as I simultaneously overloaded and overpowered their systems was such a huge turn-on that it took all of my willpower not to cream my pants right then and there. Good things lie for those who wait or something like that.

I walked around the room almost literally drooling at the robot bodies in awkward and almost impossible poses. I chuckled as some of them even triggered their sexual subsystems as they shut down from critical system errors. That's a function that I'm going to use a lot, in private, of course. To the rest of the world, these jocks will simply be a little bit nicer and less belligerent. In their frat house where I'll be moving to, they'll, of course, be my personal robot harem.