Bryce had just finished unpacking the last of the boxes from moving into his new apartment. He was looking forward to a hot shower to soothe his aching muscles. He turned on the water and was just about to jump into the shower when there was a knock at the door.

“It never fucking fails,” he said, turning off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Cablevision installation.”

“I didn’t order cable,” Bryce replied.

“It’s comes standard with your lease.”

“I don’t really watch much television,” Bryce said.

“Unfortunately, sir, it’s a condition of your lease. You must have the basic package installed. It includes some must-see TV. It’s binge-worthy.”

“Whatever,” Bryce said, opening the door and allowing the cable guy in. “The TV’s over there. I’m about to jump in the shower.”

“I’ll be finished before you know it,” the cable guy said as he began to unpack various tools and equipment.

Bryce had to admit, the steam and heat from the shower did just the trick. He turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. He walked back into the living room to find the cable guy still messing with cables.

“Almost done,” Bryce asked impatiently.

“Almost,” the cable guy said with a smile and a wink. He tossed Bryce a remote.

“Can you do me a favor and turn it to the test channel? It’s 6969.”

Bryce sat on the couch and entered the digits into the remote.

“See anything,” the cable guy said from behind the TV.”

“Not yet.”

“Keep watching,” the cable guy said, fiddling with some wires. “How about…NOW.”

“Nothing but static,” Bryce answered.

“Keep watching,” the cable guy said as he continued to mess with the wires.

There was a white flash and the static began to strobe. Bryce’s eyes dilated. He let out a soft moan.

“That’s much better, isn’t it,” the cable guy said, emerging from behind the TV.

Bryce felt himself nod. He turned to look at the cable guy, but the cable guy just turned his face back to the screen.

“Gotta make sure we’ve got the hooks into you good and proper.”

There were some more bright flashes. Bryce could feel his mind sort of melt away.

“Here He comes,” the cable guy said with enthusiasm.

The screen changed.

“Hello, puppet. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Bryce saw the most beautiful man before him on the TV screen. His eyes seemed to bore right down into his brain. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

“Keep staring into my eyes. Don’t look away, puppet.”

There was another series of flashes followed by words in rapid succession.

“Yes, obey,” Bryce said. “Yes, submit. Yes, I am your puppet.”

The cable guy undid his tool belt and allowed it to fall to the floor. “This part always gets me so hot,” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his his 8 inch dick that was dripping with precum.

The cable guy turned his face to the screen. “Have I done well, Puppet Master?”

“Yes, puppet. Let’s reinforce your programming along with your new brother.”

“Yes, Puppet Master.”

“I’m hot, aren’t I puppets” the man on the screen asked.

“You’re hot,” Bryce said, opening the towel to stroke his six inch dick

“You’re hot,” the cable guy reiterated as he too stroked his cock.

The two boys were soon stroking and responding to the words that occasionally flashed across the screen.

“I obey.”

“I submit.”

“I am a puppet.”

“I love to be a puppet.”

The Master monitored the boys’ progress from his bedroom down the hall thanks to the webcam that Travis the cable guy had unwittingly installed, carrying out the commands he had been given in trance.

Drake had secretly watched the muscular jock Bryce move in and had made the decision to add him to his growing stable of boys in the building. It had merely taken a call to Travis to activate his programing.

“Hello, who’s this,” Tavis had asked, not recognizing the number.

“Puppet boy and my enthrall. It’s time now for another install.”

Had anyone been watching Travis, they would have seen his eyes glaze over a grayish hue and his mouth widen into a goofy smile.

“Puppet boy obeys.”

Travis had proven himself to be especially swift in installing the cam and special cable equipment. Of course, it had been a bit of good fortune that Bryce had been in the shower and not watching him while he worked. Otherwise, the extra equipment might have roused suspicion, forcing Travis to use the cum-soaked rag and the brown bottle of chloroform like he had to on the red-headed hedge fund manager in 3B or those frat guys in 4C. It required securing Drake’s prey by rope and then patiently waiting for each of the boys to wake up before the programming could take effect and Drake really didn’t like to wait.

Bryce would be fully committed to him in just a few minutes. Watching a straight guy’s will slowly fade and a puppet plaything emerge always got Drake so hot. He started to stroke his cock, never taking his gaze off the camera lens as the computer interlaced mind-numbing words and strobing amidst him.

“Lose yourself into my eyes, puppets,” he said. “Surrender your will to me.”

“I surrender my will to you,” the boys said in unison.

“Cable boy puppet, join your brother on the couch.

“Yes, Puppet Master.”

“I want you to stroke your cocks and keep your eyes on me and those wonderful words that are enslaving you.”

“Yes, Puppet Master,” the boys answered in unison again.

Drake had been tinkering with the mind control program –a combination of text, strobe lights and images for a while. It wasn’t until his cable had gone out after a particularly strong thunderstorm and Travis had shown up to do the repairs that Drake finally had a test subject.

He hadn’t initially known how long to let the programming run. Drake had watched on camera from his bedroom as Travis had cum multiple times until he was shooting blanks. Drake had been looking forward to ravishing the Travis’ tight jock ass before he heard the cable dispatcher radio in to ask how much longer Travis was going to be on the job. Drake had ordered his puppet to act normal and tell the dispatcher that he was just finishing up.

Which was good, because there was another job in the same building…3B. Drake had quickly hatched a plan to enslave that unit, too. He knew it belonged to a beefy Irish guy named Sean who was always wearing custom tailored suits that showed off an ass that looked like two melons.

Later that night as Drake alternated fucking Travis and Sean, all of them agreed that further installation in the building was in order. Drake had commanded Travis to call him anytime a service request came in for any of the units in the building and for Sean to talk up the cable service with any of the building’s male residents.

Sean, being a hedge fund manager, was a natural-born seller. He was able to convince the frat guys in 4C that they just had to get Cablevision. After the mental puppet strings had been attached. Sean and Drake had taken turns taking each of the frat boys’ asses for a test drive.

And speaking of test drives, it was time to test his control over Bryce.

“Bryce, stop jacking your cock and look deep into my eyes,” Drake ordered.

Drake could see that Bryce really didn’t want to stop masterbating. He looked like he needed to cum so badly. And yet, he raised both hands above his head and complied with his Master’s wishes.

“Good puppet! Puppet Travis’ dick looks a little dry. Lube it up with your mouth, puppet,” Drake ordered.

It was evident that Bryce had never given a blow job before, given that Travis winced when Bryce’s teeth scraped his dick.

“Puppet Bryce, watch your teeth,” Drake instructed. “We’ll need to have you work on your oral skills.”

Bryce pulled himself off the cable guy’s cock. “Yes, Puppet Master.”

Travis’ hips were soon thrusting upward and he grabbed Bryce’s head to keep his mouth firmly planted on his tool.

Bryce was both gagging and drooling. Drake watched the debasement for a good five minutes.

“That’s enough, Puppet Bryce. His tool is sufficiently lubed up now. Look back at me. That’s it.”

He watched as Bryce’s eyes slowly found their way back to his.

“Puppet boy Bryce when you hear me and only me say the following words ‘Puppet boy Bryce who caught my glance, now is the time to fall back into trance’ you’ll instantly return to this blissful puppet state for me, won’t you?”

“Yessss, Puppet Master.”

“Good puppet. Now I need you to do one more thing for me, Puppet Bryce.”

“Anything for you, Puppet Master,” Bryce replied.

“I want you to do exactly what I do, Puppet Bryce.”

“That’s it, Puppet Bryce. Keep looking into my eyes as you flip onto your stomach for me.”

Drake began to hump the bed as he watched the boy comply.

“Reach back around, Puppet Bryce. I need you to spread those cheeks and open your hole for me.”

Drake snickered as he watched Bryce’s dick leak cock snot all over his couch as Bryce complied.

“Puppet Travis: go to the door and make sure it is unlocked. I’ll be down soon. Puppet Bryce: finger that hole.”

Drake watched Travis get up off the couch and walk off screen as Bryce moaned and inserted a finger into his tight chute.

“Loosen that hole for me, Puppet.”

“Yes, Puppet Master,” Bryce said as he inserted a second finger into his ass.

“Good puppet.”

Travis returned and stood in front of the couch. He had a blissful look of sheer obedience and adoration on his face.

“Well done, Puppet Travis. You deserve to be awarded. Puppet Travis, you may warm up that ass for me. And don’t forget to keep your eyes on the screen as you fuck him.”

“Yes, Master.”

Drake switched off the live feed and turned on the reinforcement programing routine.

The sexy, black, white and gray stack filled the screen and both puppets’ eyes were drawn back to it.

Drake threw on a pair of running shorts and then walked down the hall to break in his new puppet.

“Such a wonderful sight,” he exclaimed as he entered Bryce’s apartment and shut the door behind him. “Puppet Travis, you can stop fucking Puppet Bryce now.”

“Yes, Puppet Master,” Travis said as he pulled his still hard dick out of the master’s latest acquisition.

“Now, my puppets,” Drake said as he kicked off his running shorts. “I need you to both face the wall and bend over.”

He alternated fucking both of them until all three were a hot sweaty mess. “Kiss each other as I anoint each of you, my Puppets,” he said as both Travis and Bryce made out with wild abandonment.

Drake shot his load into Bryce’s ass and then quickly pulled out and shoved his dick into Travis’ ass for the last few spurts.

“On your knees, Puppet Travis. And face the screen,” Drake ordered.

“Yes, Puppet Master,” Travis said.

“Puppet Bryce, show me what a good puppet you are and paint his face with your cum,” Drake said as he grabbed Bryce’s cock and began stroking it.

It took all of six strokes before Bryce’s cock shot out ten volleys of cum, coating Travis’ cheek, nose, eyes and hair. Travis did not react at all. He kept his gaze firmly on the TV.

Drake had Bryce lick his load off of Travis’ face. Again, the tongue bath failed to divert Travis’ gaze.

“Stand up, Puppet Travis. On your knees, Puppet Bryce. And keep your mouth open.”

“Yes, Puppet Master,” both boys answered in unison and moved to comply with the direct order.

Puppet Bryce sat there on his knees watching what truly was must-see TV and the Puppet Master jacked Puppet Travis’ cock until he shot his load. All but one of the six shots hit his open mouth.

Drake had Puppet Bryce swallow and then switched off the TV. He put on his running shorts.

“Both of you are going to now shower and clean up. You’ll both dress and once clothed, you will wake up from your puppet trance until I next call on you.”

“Yes, Puppet Master.”

Drake watched the pair head toward the bathroom and then exited the apartment to return to his own. The weather alert on his phone indicated another heavy thunderstorm was about to hit the area.

With a little luck, someone else’s cable would soon need servicing.

lildunebuggy:

He’d been frozen like this for fifteen minutes, ever since he came back from the shower. He’d set off my hypno trap merely by clicking the remote. A blast of lights and screech of sound penetrated his senses, melting his will in an instant.
Now he sat, as I watched through the hidden camera in a nearby room, the spiral on the screen and flashes of words taking him under, making him mine, making his dick harder and harder.
I could see it throbbing as he got closer and closer to orgasm. In a few minutes, he would cum, completing the programming. And a few minutes after that, cock still dripping, he would answer my knock at his door….

Tommy had been pissed. The gym were he had spend the last three years sculpting his 24 year-old body had closed rather unceremoniously. He hadn’t worked out in two full weeks when he happened to drive by the old place to find it was not only open again, but it appeared to be busier than ever.

“Good thing I’m already in his gym shorts and an old t-shirt,” he thought as he pulled his pickup truck into the last space in the parking lot.

The sign above the check-in desk indicated the gym was now under new management. Tommy had a lifetime membership with the old gym. He hoped they’d honor the agreement, but figured they wouldn’t

“I’ll be with you in a second,” an older guy in a white t-shirt and jeans said as he escorted a shirtless guy from the back office and into the locker room.

“I want you to take a long, hot shower, drink plenty of water to rehydrate, get plenty of sleep and then we’ll see you back here bright and early to continue your training,” the older guy told the twenty-something Italian jock as he rubbed the back of the guy’s neck.

“Whatever you say, coach,” the Italian guy said. The guy seemed to be a bit out of it.

“That guy alright,” Tommy asked, eyeing the guy up. Dark hair graying on the sides, the guy wore a gym whistle around his neck and some Buddhist prayer beads around his wrist. He screamed “academic” more than athletic coach.

“Tony just had a pretty intense workout, he’ll be fine. I’m Pete,” the man said holding out his hand.

Tommy shook his hand. “Tommy.”

“You seem to be in pretty good shape, Tommy. What brings you in?”

“I used to work out here before it changed owners,” Tommy replied. The guy seemed to be eyeing him up and down.

“You’ll be interested to hear that I’ve decided to honor all existing contracts, then,” Pete said.

“Not to be too forward, but how do you plan on making any money,” Tommy asked.

“My background is in sports psychology and I plan on offering one-on-one sessions designed to get guys like you to the next fitness level,” Pete said.

Tommy frowned. He knew there would be a catch.

“The one-on-one training is completely optional,” Pete said. “You look like you’re already dressed to work out. Why don’t you hit the gym and then when you’re done, come back up here. I’ll take your measurements, show you the orientation video and we can go from there.”

“Sounds great,” Tommy said.

Inside the gym, Tommy immediately noticed that nothing about the place had really changed all that much. The equipment was all the same. The same shitty techno music blared from the speakers. None of the guys spoke. They seemed to be extremely focused on their workouts. Tommy saw his friend Matt on the leg machine. The guy was just shredding it.

“Looking good, Matt,” he said. “Y

Matt looked up at Tommy. It was almost as if a switch was off in Matt’s head. It was just a second, though.

“Brah, what’s up,” Matt said, standing up. “Sorry about looking spacey. You know how I get on leg day.”

“No prob. Dude, you look amazing.”

“Yah think,” Matt asked. He pulled up his shirt to reveal washboard abs. “Yah thinkin’ about signing up?”

“Well, they’re gonna honor my lifetime membership, so what do I have to lose?”

“Kewl. We can work out together. You should sign up for a session or two with Coach Pete, too. The guy gets you amazing results. Just look at me,” Matt said, striking a pose. “Now get your ass on this machine as I rack ‘em up. Gonna take a few pounds off ‘cuz I know you ain’t quite up to where I’m at, but we’ll get ya there.”

“I’m not sure I can afford those sessions. How much do they run,” he asked his friend as he stepped into the leg press.

“Dude, don’t worry about it. Pete is more than willing to work something out. Now give me three sets of ten and push like ya mean it,” Matt said with a smile as he slapped Tommy on the back.

Matt really put Tommy through his paces. Barbell squats,dumbbell lunges, leg curls and calf raises. He was soaked with sweat and his legs were on fire by the time they were through. While Tommy struggled to keep up, Matt seemed to execute each exercise with machine-like precision.

“Dude, you seem to zone out a lot,” Tommy mentioned to him as they got some water from the cooler.

“It’s focus, brah,” Matt said. “Hydrate,” he added, pointing to the cup of water he poured Tommy.

Tommy downed the water.

“It’s got a weird aftertaste. Sort of metallicy,” Tommy said.

“It’s Coach Pete’s proprietary recipe. It’s got electrolytes and shit in it. You get used to it. Let’s get you checked in with Coach.”

Matt said, slapping Tommy on the shoulder and leading him back to the front desk.

“I see Matt put you through your paces,” Pete said.

“I sure did, Coach,” Matt said.

“You know the drill, Matt. Shower, hydrate, get plenty of sleep and we’ll see you back here tomorrow for your one-on-one.”

“Yes, sir! See ya around, Tommy,” his friend said before turning to walk over to the water cooler. Tommy watched him down at least three glasses of the water. He was feeling a bit light-headed himself.

“A lot of the guys find they get thirsty when the push themselves hard,” Pete said. “Step into my office.”

Pete closed the door behind him, grabbed a clipboard that had a piece of paper on it and measuring tape.

“Take off your shirt, Tommy.”

Tommy was confused and feeling more and more light headed.

“Take off your shirt, Tommy,” Pete repeated with more authority this time. “Coach Pete needs to take your measurements.”

Measurements? That made sense to Tommy. He took off his shirt.

Coach Pete quickly wrote down the measurements of his neck, chest, arms, waist and legs.

“Have a seat on the couch, Tommy. It’s time for your orientation video,” Coach Pete said.

Tommy sat on the couch. It was comfy. Coach Pete handed him some more water and made sure he drank it all down.

“Now, I need you to pay really good attention to this, OK Tommy?”

“S-s-s-sure,” Tommy said, slurring his words.

“Sure, what,” Coach Pete asked.

“S-s-s-sure Coach.”

“Good boy.” Coach Pete pressed play. “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”

Coach Pete closed the door behind him, but Tommy hadn’t noticed. He was focused on the images on the TV. Strange sounds seemed to come from it along with a captivating spiral. Photos of people working out flashed in the background along with words that Tommy couldn’t quite make out.

After a few minutes, naked images of men seemed to replace those of men working out.

“Obey Coach. Stroke,” flashed on screen.

Tommy didn’t have a gay bone in his body, but when the words flashed to instruct him to stroke his dick, that’s exactly what he had to do.

He wanted to see gains. Coach could help him achieve that, but only if he OBEYED COACH.

He found himself agreeing with the programing. He would always hydrate while at the gym. He would push himself hard and focus only on exercising when at the gym. He would agree to one-on-one’s with coach whenever Coach asked. He would show off his body to his male friends and make sure he brought them to Coach. He would do anything that Coach asked without question.

The images that flashed behind the spiral become more sexual in nature. Had the spiral not had its hooks into him, Tommy might have noticed one of them showed his friend Matt on his knees, a load of jizz splattered across his face.

STRIP

Tommy lost the shorts and threw his head back as he continued to watch the orientation video and stroke his dick.

Coach Pete returned about 20 minutes later to find Tommy completely blissed out.

“Hydrate,” he said, handing Tommy another cup of the water. The spiral had told Tommy he liked the taste of the water and damned if the spiral wasn’t right.

“You’re a little bit beefier than most of my clients prefer, but we’ll soon change that,” Coach Pete said.

“Have you ever had sex with a man,” Coach Pete asked.

“N-n-no, Coach.”

Coach Pete began to stroke Tommy’s cock. “It’s the most pleasurable thing you will experience. Better than any woman you’ve ever been with. Understand?”

“Yes, Coach.”

Coach Pete pushed Tommy’s legs up. “Time to break in that cherry.”

Tommy felt Coach eat out his sweaty ass the way he used to go to town on a chick’s box. He moaned and shuddered with delight. Coach was right. This was better than when he was with any chick. No wonder chicks liked to have their boxes eaten.

After about five minutes, Tommy’s hole was good and wet.

“Stand up and bend over,” Coach ordered. He shoved an index finger up his ass.

“Damn, Tommy. You are tight.”

Tommy moaned more as he continued to jack his cock that was now slick with precum.

“That’s it, boy. Loosen up for Coach.”

“Yes, Coach.”

Coach soon had a second and then a third finger trusting in and out of Tommy’s ass. The spiral was right. Tommy couldn’t believe how good it felt. He was thrusting back and forth on the fingers now.

Coach Pete pulled his fingers out, stood behind Tommy and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down.

“Nothing is going to feel as good as my cock up your ass, understand boy?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“You’ll do anything I ask to get another taste of it,” Coach Pete said, thrusting into him.

Tommy saw stars as the Coach’s seven inch dick rubbed against his prostate.

He grabbed Tommy by the hair and fucked him with wild abandoned.

“Your ass is so tight, it’s not going to take me too long. You’ll come when I come.”

“Yes, Coach.” Tommy had felt and orgasm building, but somehow willed himself to hold out.

After another five minutes, Coach told him to get ready and then trust one final time deep into his ass.

The minute he felt the cum in his ass, he came all over the couch. Coach Pete told him to clean up the mess he made on his couch and to clean off Coach’s dick. Tommy was only to happy to do it.

Coach took one finally look at Tommy as he sat on the couch dazed and out of breath.

“I think you’re gonna work out just fine.”

The gift keeps on giving

Spencer had started performing on cam to make ends meet after his roommate suddenly moved out of the two-bedroom apartment they had shared in the West Village. It had been a douche move to stick him with the rent, but Spencer soon found that a couple of performances on cam a week could earn him enough to pay the rent for the month.

Initially, he had been quite reserved. A strip tease seemed to be enough to earn him enough tokens. As the weeks passed and his legion of fans grew, they became increasingly demanding. Spencer –who was in between girlfriends– figured if he was going to jack off, he might as well get paid for it. But he drew the line at sticking anything up his ass.

One of his fans –a Mr. Anderson– was particularly insistent to see Spencer pop his own cherry on camera.In a private conversation window after Spencer concluded his latest show by spraying a week’s worth of cum on his hairy chest and belly, he offered Spencer enough money to pay his rent for the year with two conditions: 1. the show would be private and 2. Mr. Anderson would get to pick the device.

Spencer had no problem with the first condition. He figured since Mr. Anderson was paying, it should be a private show for him and him alone. Besides, if the experience didn’t totally turn him off, Spencer figured he could soak another gay man for a hefty fee to deflower his ass again.

The second condition freaked him out, though.

“Dude, I ain’t shoving a pylon up my ass,” he typed into the chat window.

“Relax. I know it’s your first time,” Mr. Anderson pinged back. He attached a photo of the vibrator he had in mind. It was thin, purple and not too long. Spencer sealed the deal with a deposit of half the money in his account.

The package arrived a couple of days later. Spencer unpacked the device, put the batteries in it and then emailed Mr. Anderson.

Anderson wanted an hour of Spencer to himself and they arranged the private show for the following Saturday. Spencer showered and cleaned himself, making sure that his ass was clean as a whistle. He put on a pair of black boxer briefs and some gym shorts and then turned on his cam at the agreed upon time.

He initially felt a little weird watching Mr. Anderson watch him via the cam on his computer screen. Anderson wasn’t at all what Spencer had thought he would be, though. The guy on the other end was far from an old, creepy faggot. He was in his 30s with red hair cut in a sort of military fashion. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and a Star Wars t-shirt and shorts. The look was very hipster-nerd.

It actually put Spencer a bit at ease. Mr. Spencer looked like someone he would have a chat with over a couple of PBRs.

“Nice to finally see you in person,” Spencer said. “You can hear me, right?

“Yes, boy. I can hear you. Do you have the device?”

Spencer held it up for him and then began to flex and cock tease Mr. Anderson, but he was having none of it.

“Quit stalling and get naked now,” Mr. Anderson said. “I want to see that purple dildo shoved up your virgin ass. Use the lube that came in the package.”

“Might as well get this over with,” Spencer thought to himself. He grabbed the lube out of the box and flipped the cap of it open. He poured what he hoped would be enough lube to make this as painless as possible.

“It’s purple,” he said out loud.

“Spread your legs a bit and lube the outside of your hole, boy.”

The lube was initially cold, but seemed to instantly heat up. He could feel his hole relaxing.

“It gets better boy. Stick it in.”

Spencer cautiously placed the tip of the purple device at his hole.

“I don’t have all day, boy. Take a deep breath and plunge just the tip in.”

Spencer had intended to do just that, but the device had a mind of its own and seemed to slide itself all the way in.

“Fffffuck,” Spencer said.

“Just lie back and let the machine do its work. It needs to find your joy buzzer.”

Mr. Spencer turned and looked off screen. It was almost as if he was looking at another monitor.

Spencer could feel the lube warming and numbing his ass. It soon began to spread down his thighs and up through his stomach.

“What the ffffuck….” Spencer said.

“Good, good. Purple ooze is at 25 percent absorption rate.

Spencer felt the warmth spread down to his legs and toes as well as into his chest and arms. The device in his ass began to gently vibrate. Spencer was awash in pleasure.

The device began to pick up speed. The warmth and numbness spread into Spencer’s head. He heard a loud PING from his computer that seemed to trigger an electric shock from the device in his ass.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCK,” Spencer screamed.

“90 percent absorption. You might feel pieces of yourself begin to slip away. Don’t be alarmed. This is all part of the process as you are being reformatted.”

“Reformatted,” Spencer asked with growing concern.

“You’ve been a perfectly good little cock tease for a month now. I’m going to make you into something better. A full fledge sex drone. Won’t that be nice?”

Spencer could see that Mr. Anderson had opened his jeans and was jacking his cock. He assumed that maybe this was all some sick fantasy.

Until Mr. Anderson pushed a button and the computer once again emitted a loud PING, causing electric pulses to shoot through his body. Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“The electric pulses are triggering the nanites from the purple ooze that are now swimming in your bloodstream.”

“No, no more,” Spencer pleaded.

“My dear boy, we haven’t finished processing you yet.” Mr. Anderson hit a button again. Another jolt. He hit the button again. Another jolt.

Spencer could feel them in his brain. Reformatting him. Adjusting his sexuality. Some much pleasure. He could only yield to it.

“100 percent absorption. Excellent.” He pushed the button one final time.

PING

Spencer shot all over himself. His cum was now a strange, purple hue. Not that Spencer cared. Spencer wasn’t really there any more.

He sat there for another hour. The computer would occasionally PING to reward him as more and more of himself was upgraded.

There was a knock at his apartment door and he calmly got up and opened it.

It was Mr. Anderson, the proud new owner of a Sex Drone 2000.

Elders Jensen and Smith rang the doorbell, eager to begin their ministry. The elders back in Salt Lake City had told them that, thanks to a popular musical called “The Book of Mormon,” that people seemed a bit more willing to open their doors to Mormon missionaries. If for nothing else, for at least a selfie with an actual Mormon.

While the church couldn’t officially condone the raunchy musical, there was no denying that God was using the wicked play to open people’s doors. It was up to Elders Jensen and Smith to open their hearts and minds to the teachings of the church.

Tierney was not one of those people.

A self-described punk wiccan, Tierney was much well-versed in a older, more powerful religion that predated “the cult of the magic tablets” (as he liked to refer to Mormons).

As head of his coven, he was always looking for new converts, though. So, he centered his energies and pushed some mind magick at the two unsuspecting Mormon boys.

Elders Jensen and Smith froze as the wave of mind-numbing energy hit them. Elder Jensen moaned softly with pleasure. Elder Smith was another story. He was fighting the thrall. He broke free and ran down the street. He knew he was forbidden to leave his assigned Elder missionary, but the fight or flight instinct proved too great and his legs carried him away.

“Guess that leaves just you and me,” Tierney said with a smirk. “Get your Mormon ass in here and close the door behind you.”

Though a voice inside of his head was screaming out not to, Elder Jensen’s body betrayed him and he closed the door and entered the apartment.

“You’re going to want to sit down on the couch as I chat about MY religion,” Tierney ordered the boy.

Elder Jensen reached somewhere deep inside himself to find the energy to defy the order. His looked down at his legs and silently willed them not to move. He looked back at Tierney, quite please with himself. He had expected to see a look of surprise or anger. Tierney, however, was smiling.

“That strong will will serve me well once its purpose has been aligned and redirected. SIT.”

Tierney barely seemed to exert any energy at all, but the blast of willpower nearly knocked Elder Jensen over. Once again, his legs betrayed him and he sat on the couch.

“Well done, Elder Jensen. Feel a wave of intense pleasure NOW.”

A tingling desire spread from the top of his head and spread quickly throughout Elder Jensen’s body. He felt his cock harden and his toes curl.

Tierney sat on the coffee table opposite his prey. He used his right hand to gently bring Jensen’s gaze in alignment with his.

Elder Jensen became lost in Tierney’s eyes. Tierney uttered an incantation and Elder Jensen watched as Tierney’s eyes seemed to turn a milky white. Those eyes seemed to be pulling him down. He was drowning in them. Much like that snake Kaa in “The Jungle Book” cartoon he used to love as a kid.

“Yes,” Tierney said with a laugh and a smile. “Just like that snake and his prey.”

A flash of concern washed briefly across Elder Jensen’s face.

“Yes, boy. I’m in your head. Your thoughts are now my thoughts. That doesn’t concern you. Actually, you feel pleasure in letting me in, don’t you?”

Tierney pushed another wave of pleasure at the boy, who began to drool in response.

“Think about how much of your life you’ve spent without pleasure,” Tierney said, moving in closer to the boy. “Pleasure from alcohol, coffee, chocolate.”

He pushed ripples of pleasure at the helpless teen with every word.

“Pleasures of the flesh.”

A tidal wave of pleasure hit Elder Jensen.

“It’s time we changed all that,” Tierney rose, never losing the boy’s stare. He quickly removed his shirt.

“I’m a practitioner of a special kind of magick,” he said as he rubbed and pinched his left nipple. “It requires an enormous amount of energy, but not just any kind of energy.”

Tierney unbuttoned his jeans and his cock flopped out in front of the boy. Elder Jensen could only stare as Tierney’s cock hardened before his eyes.

“I require sexual energy and, you, my dear, sweet, naive boy, are going to give it to me. In no time at all, I’m going to have you gooning out with the rest of my coven, generating all the energy I need to help spread the one true religion.”

Tierney gently placed his hand on the teen’s head and brought it closer to his cock. Again, Elder Jensen found some bit of willpower to resist.

“Not quite there yet, eh? Perhaps this will help change your mind,” Tierney said, rubbing his celtic knot necklace until it began to grow an unnatural gold color.

He lifted the teen’s chin until the boy’s gaze fell upon the necklace.

“You had hoped to convert me, but the tables have turned, haven’t they Elder Jensen.”

Elder Jensen’s mind and being seemed to be completely ensnared by the glow of Tierney’s jewelry.

“That’s it. Just let its energy fill you. Feel it washing away all that doubt and nasty thoughts that have kept you from feeling this intense pleasure.

A part of Elder Jensen held on. The voice in his head that still belonged to his old self tried to force his eyes to avert their gaze. The necklace seemed to react to this last bit of resistance from Elder Jensen. It glowed brighter. As his resistance began to permanently fade, a single tear ran down his face.

“I promise you, boy. Once my energy is inside of you, you will cry nothing but tears of joy. Just allow yourself to give in. You cannot win. You will eventually yield to the pleasure.”

Elder Jensen pulled his head back.

“Enough foreplay,” Tierney said. “You are testing my patience. Given in! Yield to your superior and know only pleasure from this moment on.”

A ball of yellow energy seemed to burst forth from the necklace, hitting Elder Jensen.

Tierney could feel the last of the boy’s resistance fade away as the boy shuddered and shot a load without touching himself.

“That’s a good boy,” he said gingerly rubbing Elder Jensen’s head. “Let’s get that pretty little throat of yours lubed up with my essence and make this permanent. Get down on my dick, boy.”

Elder Jensen attempted to take the full 8 inches in all at once.

“Relax, breath and open up that throat,” Tierney instructed and he plunged in and out of Elder Jensen’s mouth.

Tierney’s cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. To Elder Jensen, the taste was like honey. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“That’s it. Swallow all of it and feel me inside of you,” Tierney said as he shot his load. Elder Jensen could feel it hit the back of his throat and instinctively pulled back, but Tierney forcibly kept the lad’s head in place. Elder Jensen swallowed the spooge and felt himself go numb.

“Time to bind you to me,” Tierney said, pulling Elder Jensen up from his knees.

Elder Jensen could feel Tierney’s will and essence flow through him. He could only stare with lust over his new Master.

Tierney unbuckled the teen’s pants and fished out his cock.

“Get it hard for me, boy,” he commanded.

Elder Jensen’s cock immediately hardened.

Tierney quickly deep-throated the dick and swirled his tongue around it. The pleasure seemed to short-circuit what was left of Elder Jensen’s brain.

“My god,” Elder Jensen gasped and came a second time.

Tierney heard a familiar “ping” letting him know that Elder Jensen’s mind had been completely subdued and finished sucking the boy dry.

Tierney rose and looked at the lad. Elder Jensen’s mind was awash and his face bore the look of true devotion.

“I need to recharge my energies before we go have a talk with Elder Smith,” Tierney said.

Tierney pointed to the pentagram drawn on the floor. “Strip and step into the pentagram.”

Elder Jensen complied.

“Time to goon for me, boy.”

Elder Jensen began to stroke his dick.

“That’s it. Keep stroking. About an hour should do it and then we can go find your friend and help him see the light.”

Thoughts filled Elder Jensen’s head as he continued to stroke. Though he knew they did not originate from his own mind, he accepted them as his own. Elder Smith would no doubt resist at first, but in the end, he would fall on his knees. Elder Jensen could not wait to feel Elder Smith’s soft lips wrapped around his dick as the Master fucked Elder Smith into submission.

From there, they would move onto Elder Thomas. And then Elder Wilson. And then Elder Banner…it would be a pleasure to do his Master’s work.

Tierney smirked as the images of Elder Jensen filled his head.

Yes, Elder Jensen would be quite helpful in his new mission.

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He was on vacation and had gone to a party last night hopefully to find a woman to have sex with where ii met him. I told him I was a hypnotist and he told me that no one has ever been able to hypnotize him. I asked him if I could do a few suggestibility test on him to see. He agreed to let me try the suggestibility tests on him and he responded extremely well to each test I did to him and very easily put him into a deep trance. I told him that he thought I was very handsome and sexy and felt love for me, That when he would talk to a woman trying to pick her up for sex he would be thinking about me sexually and wanting to have sex with me. That whenever he thought about me sexually he would feel sexual pleasure through his entire body and woke him up. I said to him you were right I was not able to hypnotize you and he said see I told you. As the night went on and he would be talking to different girls trying to pick them up I would see him looking and staring at me. Finally he came over to me and I asked him if he has had any luck with the women here. He said no they are alright but I am the hottest sexiest person here and wants me to go home with him. I said no and thanked him for the compliment and walked away. He looked sad and upset. A little while latter he asked me if he could talk to me in private and took me to another room to be alone. He started sexually kissing me and groping me all over and said you are going home with me that he has never wanted or needed to have sex with another person as badly as he needs to with me. He was totally infatuated with me. The next morning I told him that I had hypnotized him and made him feel and act this way with me and he did not believe me. I put him back under and told him he would remember me hypnotizing him and everything I told him to believe and what he and I did and woke him up. He said you fucker I am going to beat the shit out of you for what you did. I said no you are not because “ You are my hero”, He immediately started undressing himself even through he didn’t want to and said what’s going on? I can’t control myself. I said of course not because you are my hero and he moaned in sexual delight, When he was naked he sat down on the bed and his hands and were stuck there and looked down a his rock hard throbbing cock and said suck my cock no I don’t mean that and once I can get my hands free from behind my head I am going to beat the crap out of you, Oh god I need you to suck my cock no don’t. I said you are my hero he moaned loudly with pleasure saying please suck my cock. I said if I suck your cock and when you cum you will be totally in love with me forever and I will be the only person you will have sex with for the rest of your life. Do you want that? He said yes I have never wanted anything so badly in my life. I sucked his cock and when he came his hands automatically dropped from behind his head. He grabbed me in his arms kissed me and said I love you. Good boy

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He’s straining as I give him his orders.

He was about to go on his jog, but I decided it was time to exercise something else.

His first lesson is going quite well, all things considered.

He’s pulled his pants down, exposed his crotch, lifted his shirt and generally just made his whole front rather accessible.

His muscles are stiff. It’s interesting watching him try not to do what I tell him to do—what his body keeps doing despite his will.

I take a few pictures just to mark the occasion. As I do, I notice his penis is actually swelling. His hands are slowly relaxing; still straining, but not so hard.

I decide I’m done with photos and grab that rising erection of his. The strain comes back for just a moment, but then he starts to relax again. I’m watching his eyes. He isn’t beginning to accept what I’m clearly going to be doing with him; he’s tuning out.

His focus is fading and there is a blankness setting in. His jaw starts to go a bit slack; he will clearly be drooling shortly. Now, he’ll obey my commands without any resistance at all.

I have him open his mouth and I teach him how to open it so that a cock can usually sleep inside.

I have him lie down and I lower myself over him. Very gently, at first, I lower my own swelling shaft between his lips. I get us both used to the sensation of my cock resting in all the open space; the inside of his mouth wrapped around me.

I give him one last instruction and then I begin to fuck his face. Again, slowly at first, gently; pushing in and pulling out, sliding down his throat again and retreating—thrusting deep and winding up for another pump.

He does just as he is told and pushes himself as much as I push him. I keep myself embedded in his gullet as much as I can, but when he gags, it is he who pushes himself immediately back to me.

Pods -Part 3 Coach builds a winning team

“You wanted to see me after practice, coach” Bryce Ward said as he entered Coach’s office.

“Yeah,” Coach Sawyer replied. “Close the door behind you.”

The tight end turned to shut the door and frowned. Closed doors with the Coach never meant anything good. He immediately went through all the play drills from the day, trying to anticipate just wear he had screwed up.

“Relax, Ward. You seem tense,” Coach Sawyer said with a smile. His dick started to harden. He had the tight end just where he wanted him: alone with him in the privacy of his office. He had a pod at the ready just under his desk.

“If it’s about being off sides during that one play formation, I’m really sorry, Coach.”

“Well, I can’t say I haven’t noticed that your head hasn’t been in the game, but we’ll fix that. We’ll make sure you’ll soon play with a new purpose and focus.”

“Y-y-yes, sir.”

“Seriously, kid. Relax! Take off that shirt and shoulder pads.”

Bryce didn’t really think anything of it and quickly complied with the Coach’s request. He flexed and puffed up his chest, determine to show the Coach that he had been hitting the gym pretty hard outside of the regular practices.

Coach Sawyer watched the tight end flex for him as Sawyer rubbed his cock under his desk. The 20 year-old Ward was so naive and so trusting. A part of him wanted Ward to be aware of his own conversion.

And, let’s face it. Coach Sawyer really wanted to know how much of a tight end Ward really was.

“Anyone expecting you in the next hour or so, son,” Coach Sawyer asked, staring into the frightened boy’s eyes.

“N-n-no, sir,” Ward said, shifting uncomfortably. This was going to be more than the usual 10 minute admonishment.

The coach reached into his drawer.

He pulled out what looked like some kind of massage oil, but it had a green tint to it.

Bryce looked at the coach with a mixture of confusion, fear and concern.

Coach Sawyer walked over in front of Bryce. He needed to ensure that his prey couldn’t suddenly bolt from the office if his experiment didn’t work.

“C-c-coach, what is that,” Bryce asked, pointing to the bottle.

“This,” the coach said, holding up the bottle with the green-tinted liquid,”this is something the boys in the science department cooked up. It’s supposed to aid in muscle recovery and help you bulk up.”

“Like steroids,” Bryce asked.

“Something like that. Let’s just say it’s gonna help me make a new man out of you. Lose the pants.”

“The pants?”

“Yeah, lose all the gear but your jock. They tell me I need to make sure I spread this on all of your major muscle groups.”

Bryce hesitated.

“I need to know you are committed to the team, son. Do I need to cut you from the roster and give that scholarship to someone else? Or are you committed to the team?”

“Y-y-yes, sir.”

“Then drop trou, son.”

Bryce undid his cleats and then pulled the padded football pants off.

“Good boy. Let’s get started.”

Coach Sawyer warmed some of the liquid between his hands. He felt a slight euphoria, nothing more. He had been getting steady doses of the drug from his Master since Patrolman Marty Donovan had been kind enough to recruit him. It was Donovan, in fact, that had given Coach Sawyer the idea to lace the massage oil with some of the slime. A few drops on his neck and face had made him immobile. Diluted in oil, Coach Sawyer was hoping the mixture would make his players compliant enough for the conversion. Ward was his test case in part because the kid had been half-assing it on the field and Coach Sawyer knew he’d agree to anything to avoid getting cut from the team.

He started by rubbing the kids neck, shoulder and arms.

“It t-t-tingles,” Bryce said.

“That’s how you know it’s working,” Coach Sawyer replied, pouring some of the oil on the lad’s chest.

“Head feels funny,” Bryce said.

“You’re head shouldn’t be feeling anything. Let me work this into your thighs, legs and ass, boy,” Coach Sawyer said as he poured more of the oil into his hands.

“I don’t want this,” Bryce said, his voice sounding more distant.

“This here will change your mind.”

Coach Sawyer lathered a generous amount on Ward’s thighs and legs and then really worked it in. The boy let out a moan as more and more of the alien slime soaked into his skin and then into his bloodstream.

He moved onto the kid’s tight ass. Ward was living up to his position. His butt was firm. Coach Sawyer couldn’t wait to plunge his cock into the kid’s tight hole, taking him to even more blissed out heights.

He coated his index finger in more of the oil slime and slipped a finger up Ward’s ass.

The Coach stopped a minute to stroke his cock through his track pants and admire his work. The kid was blissed out.

Now for the true test. He didn’t just want the kid paralyzed like he had been. He was hoping the diluted liquid would just make the kid compliant to him.

“You want to take off your jock for coach.”

Somewhere in the recesses of his brain, Bryce was screaming out that this was wrong.

“Take. Off. Your. Jock. For. Coach.”

Bryce felt his hands move on their own accord. He was powerless to stop himself.

“Good boy. You deserve a reward.”

Coach Sawyer poured more of the green liquid into his hands.

“No, no more. Please,” Bryce begged.

“Shhhh,” Coach Sawyer said, sinking to his knees. “It’s time to quiet that voice in your head.”

He stroked the kid’s cock to full mast. Bryce’s resistance seemed to melt away with every stroke. Coach Sawyer slathered his balls with the oil and made sure the tight end’s junk was sufficiently slicked up.

He stood up and looked at the tight end. He had a dazed look and he was drooling.

Coach Sawyer walked over to his desk and retrieved the pod. He placed it next to Ward’s feet.

His Master told him he needed to be rewarded for his ingenuity and commanded the coach to strip. Not that Coach Sawyer needed much persuading. He pulled his shirt over his head and took up his track pants.

“Bend over the desk, son,” Coach Sawyer said as he gave a few strokes to his cock.

Bryce complied, moving robotically.

“I want you to beg me to fuck you and after I am done, you’re going to pick up that pod and place it on your back –even though you know it is going to enslave you.”

Bryce reached back to pull his buttocks apart. “Please, Coach. Fuck me.”

Coach Sawyer lubed up his cock with more of the green slime. He plunged into the boy.

Bryce moaned as his rectum and prostate absorbed more of the green slime. His hole seemed to almost convulse and gripped the coach’s cock.

“Damn, son. If I didn’t know any better I’d say your ass was trying to suck ever last bit of slime off my dick,” the coach laughed as he thrust into his player’s hole.

“M-m-more,” Bryce moaned, trying to take the coach’s cock in as far as it would go.

Coach Sawyer noticed the kid’s ass fucking back in earnest. He was so blissed out, his conversion would happen in record time. Coach’s Master was pleased and released more of the drug.

Coach pulled out as the hit took full effect. He shot all over the already fertilized pod.

As Coach Sawyer caught his breath, Bryce stood up, reached down and grabbed the pod.

“Why don’t you welcome your master by cleaning up my spunk and warming him up,” the Coach said with a devilish grin.

Bryce licked the cum from the pod, lapping up some of the full-strength slime as well. He climaxed all over the floor and the coach’s thigh and feet as the pod slowly opened.

Bryce bent over the desk again and applied the pod just as he had been instructed.

Coach Sawyer was quite proud of himself. The test was a complete success. He redressed and as Ward lay across his desk completing his own conversion, Coach grabbed a second bottle of full-strength slime he had collected from the sixty pods that currently were resting in the equipment room.

The locker room had cleared out, save for a light coming from Jake Summers’ office. Summers was the swim coach and Coach Sawyer was immediately concerned if Summers had heard anything.

He held the green bottle of slime behind his back and knocked with his other hand.

“Come in,” Summers said.

“Burning the midnight oil, Jake” Coach Sawyer asked, eyeing the blond and blue-eyed 35 year-old Summer. Summer was in his usual attire, a red speedo the left very little to the imagination. Summer was packing. Coach Sawyer never used to notice that detail before his Master had shown him the way.

“Just got here. Thought I’d swim a few laps, shower and head out. You?”

“Had to have a chat with my tight end. Sometimes you have to bring ‘em around to your way of thinking, am I right,” Coach Sawyer said with a wink and smile.

“You gonna be here long or should I lock up my office,” Summer said, getting up from his desk.

“I’ve got a couple of more things to attend to,” Coach Sawyer replied. “Come see me after your shower.”

“Will do,” Summer said, as he walked past Coach Sawyer and out towards the pool.

Coach Sawyer watched Summer’s speedo-clad ass the entire way. As much as he wanted to be the first one to tap that, his Master told him he owed it to Bryce Ward to be the first.

He whistled to himself as he made his way into the shower room. In each of the stalls, he opened the soap dispenser, poured a bit of the slime into it and mixed it.

He returned to his office to find Bryce Ward standing against his desk.

“When can we convert the rest of the team,” Bryce asked.

“Easy there, son. All in good time.” He reached over and grabbed the boy’s dick and stroked it. Bryce lowered Coach Sawyer’s pants and returned the favor

Bryce stopped stroking when he heard the shower running. He looked at Coach Sawyer with a concerned look.

“Have you learned nothing, boy,” Coach Sawyer asked, rubbing the tight end’s neck. “Relax!”

The pair waited about ten minutes and then Coach Sawyer announced it was time.

He tossed his shirt aside and once again stepped out of his track pants. He then grabbed the tight end’s hand and escorted him out of his office and to the shower room.

“Go ahead, pull the curtain back,” Coach Sawyer said.

Bryce pulled the curtain back to find the swim coach, Coach Summer naked and standing there with a goofy grin on his face.

“Turn around, coach.” Coach Sawyer ordered.

Coach Summer seemed only too happy to oblige.

Bryce’s dick got rock hard at the sight of the coach’s firm ass.

Coach Sawyer nudged the kid forward.

“Go ahead, kid. You’ve earned it.”

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