It was later in the evening and it was the usual subway ride home. The car was full but, not crowded. As the train slid to a halt at the station, I saw one of my favorite hunks get on. I had often seen this guy before. He was really hot. He usually wore a suit, or a blazer. He was one of those guys they were invented for broad shoulders, narrow waist, and strong chin. The suits were well-tailored to him. You could tell there was muscle, but they didn’t strain at the seams or anything like that. His pants always fit well too. You could tell he had strong thighs and once in a while you could see just the hint of a large bulge. I’d tried to get his attention and get him to sit where we could talk, but even though he would make eye contact, he always took a seat across from me. At a hypnosis convention, I had seen a talented hypnotist take someone under without using any words. I decided to see if the same technique would work here. By this time, we were far enough along on the line that the car was more than half empty. I sort of let my eyes go unfocused, keeping his eyes on mine. There was no challenge to my stare. His eyes remained locked on mine. When his usual stop came, he stayed in his seat. I let my breathing became slower and deeper and began to open and close my eyes slowly and rhythmically, timing the cycles with the sound of the train wheels clattering on the tracks. Each time I held them closed just a little longer. He started to breathe and blink in synch with me. Finally, I shut my eyes and held them that way for a count of ten. When I opened mine, his were still closed. I was thrilled that the first part of my induction seemed to be working well. I got up and crossed the car and sat down next to him and started speaking softly to him. “You can hear my words and focus on my voice. In your mind your mind you can still see my eyes connecting with you. You can feel this connection growing. This is very safe and you feel comfortable. So very comfortable and safe. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen, you will want everything to happen that does happen. It’s safe and warm. The rocking of the train is like the rocking of a cradle. You feel safe and protected. “Hear the wheels clicking on the track, focus on my voice, Hear them ticking away, focus on my voice, here them click, click, click, click, focus on my voice. "Listen to the clicks, count them with me, one, relax, two, sleep, three, relax, four, let go, five, submit, six, relax, seven, sleep deep, eight, relax, nine, relax, ten, sleep deep. "Can you hear the wheels?” “Yes” “Can you let go and relax?” “Yes” “Can you let go and submit?” “Yes” That last one got my cock stirring. I hadn’t expected him to let go so easily. “Hear the wheels, hear them repeat, relax, submit, obey, relax, submit, obey. Over and over, they say, relax, submit, obey.’ Repeat them for me. Say them softly out loud. "Relax, submit, obey” “You’re such a good boy. You please me immensely. That makes you happy. Pleasing me makes you happy. What do the wheels say? "Relax, submit, obey” “That’s right. And, from now on, you’ll be able to hear them whenever I ask you about the wheels. Even if we’re not on a train, you will hear the wheels when I ask, and you will know that you need to relax and submit to my control. "Listen to them now. Relax and submit to my control. What do the wheels say? "Relax, submit, obey” “That’s right. Good boy. "Soon you will wake you up. You will want to come back to this place of deep relaxation. You WILL come back to this place of deep relaxation whenever I ask you What do the wheels say?’ Do you understand?” “Yes” As we went further out on the line the stations became further apart, giving me time to deepen his trance and strengthen his willingness to submit. “In a minute, you will hear the conductor announce the end of the line. When he does, you will awaken; realize that you have dozed off and that you need to take the train back into the city. You will not be worried. You will only have to wait a few minutes on the platform for the train going the other direction. "When you wake you up, you will realize you missed your stop. You will take this in stride, but you will be concerned enough that you will want me to help you get home. You know me. We have been on the train together before. You trust me. In fact, you want to do whatever I tell you. "You will want me to protect you, to take charge and make you safe, to guide you. You know I can keep you safe. "When you see me on the platform, you will be pleased to see a familiar face and feel a need to come over and say hello.’ It will not seem strange to see me. It will be comforting and a little exciting. Seeing me will cause you to think about how often you wished we could talk. How much you desire me. "I am going to move away now. You will sit and listen to the wheels until you hear the conductor announce the last stop. Listen to the wheels and repeat relax, submit, obey.’ As I got up to walk to the other end of the car, I could hear him softly repeating. "Relax, submit, obey.” * * * I exited quickly as he was rousing and moved over to the opposite platform, standing where I could watch him and where he could see me. He left the train looking a bit dazed. When he saw me he looked relieved. He looked at me and said, “I recognize you. We ride the train together all the time. I must have fallen asleep. I missed my stop. Do you know when the next train is coming?” “That’s a bummer, I replied. "You better call your wife and let her know you’ll be late. The next train will be here in just another five to ten minutes. "Oh, that’s no problem,” he said. “I live alone. So at least I’m not holding anyone up.” This was looking better all the time! I began to revise my plans for the ride back in to the city. “It’s warm out here,” I said. “Why don’t you take off your jacket?” He took off his jacket and draped it over one arm. Up close like this, I could see that I had underestimated how well built he was. Not only could I see that his chest better, but what an ass! We chatted as we waited for the next train to come in. I learned more about his job, where he lived and what he did for hobbies. It was no surprise that a big part of his routine was his workouts at the gym. I took the opportunity to examine his tall, muscle-packed frame and to consider what else I might do with him. When the train arrived, we took a couple of seats at the rear of the car where the seats are in rows. I wanted some privacy for the things I had planned. I took the window seat. He sat on the aisle. He draped his jacket over the seat in front as we sat down. As the train pulled out of the station, I looked at him and said, “Listen to the sound of the wheels. What do the wheels say?’” His face glazed over as he began to repeat, “Relax, submit, obey.” “That’s right. Good boy. Who controls you?” I asked. “You do.” “That’s right, boy, I make you feel good and relaxed, good and safe, good and submissive. You like doing what I tell you, you want to do what I tell you, you NEED to do what I tell you. That’s right, isn’t it, boy? "Yes, sir.” Hmmmm… That was an interesting addition. I had not suggested he call me sir. It may be that I tapped into something here. “Alright, boy. Stand up. Face me.” He stood, He certainly did look fine in his dress shirt and tie, nice snug suit pants, and shiny black shoes. “My touch will excite you. As you grow more excited, you grow more subservient. The more excited you get, the more you will submit. Whenever I touch you, it will bring you pleasure. I began to slide my hands up and down his suit pants, feeling his strong thighs. "My touch excites you. My touch envelops you. As you give in to the feelings, you give in to me. I felt his hard thighs, his flat stomach. I watched as the crotch of his suit pants began to tighten and an impressive erection began to snake down his left thigh. "Turn around. I ran my hands up his legs, feeling his tight ass and hard back muscles. His suit pants had been tailored to fit the curves of an amazing bubble butt. His tailor had to be a master to cover those muscles so well. He moaned slightly and began to grind his ass against my hand as I felt his glutes. "Face me. As he turned around again, I could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants, but we were pulling into a station. There were a few people on the platform, so I commanded him to sit down and look normal and unconcerned. The train pulled in to the station and the doors opened. As we waited for the doors to close, I put my hand on his packed crotch, feeling his hard cock pushing against the leg of his pants. It was so hard; as I rubbed my hand up and down, you could see it throb against the fabric. I could not believe the luck. No one got on our car. "You feel my touch on you. It excites you. Everywhere I touch you, you feel a tingling sensation. It makes you feel so good. "We are all alone. Just you and me in the world. You will focus on me and not worry about anything else. I will take care of you. You are safe with me. You like being with me. You like my control. You like obeying me. He ground his crotch against my hand, silently begging me to keep feeling his dick. As soon as the train pulled out of the station, I told him to leave his tie in place, but to unbutton his shirt. With his shirt open, I could see his nice, hairy chest and the swell of his pecs. I reached into the gap and began to stroke his chest, feeling the hairs slide under my hand and pushing against the muscle. As my hands slow swept over his chest, they came closer and closer to his nipples. He was practically whimpering with lust as I brushed my hands over each stiffening point. When I tweaked his nipples he jerked and moaned. I knew we had some time between stations. "Think about the sound of the wheels. They tell you to relax, submit, obey.’ You want to relax with me, submit to me, obey me. Obeying me brings you pleasure. I told him to stand up, face me and take his cock and balls out of his pants. Just as I knew it would be, his dick was gorgeous – long and straight and thick with a nice head. His balls were large and low-hanging. "My touch brings you pleasure. It makes you excited. But, you will wait to cum until I tell you. Without my permission, you will not be able to ejaculate while I am playing with you. Other people may be able to make you cum, but you will wait for my permission before you cum for me. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You are pleasing me very much. Pleasing me brings you pleasure as well.” With that, I leaned forward and sucked his cock into my mouth while fingering his balls. He cried out and began to moan. The train began to slow for the next station and I told him to sit down and to not make noise no matter how excited he became to not call attention to himself. I decided I needed to take some steps to make certain we were not observed too closely. “I am going to count to five. Each number I count will take you deeper into trance. When I reach the number five, your eyes will open and you will act normally. You will still be in a trance. You will still be able to follow my commands. You will still feel intense pleasure at my touch, but your eyes will be open. Do you understand? "Yes, sir.” I was definitely going to have to build on that response, but that would have to wait for another time. “Listen to the wheels. Relax, submit, obey. One. Relax, submit, obey. Two. Relax, submit, obey. Three. Relax, submit, obey. Four. Relax, Submit, Obey. Five. Open your eyes. "Your eyes are open, but you are still completely under my control. Breathe deeply and listen to the wheels. His cock and balls were still sticking out of his suit pants, but the seat in front of us hid him from the rest of his car., and his tie hid his open shirt. As I fingered his nuts, he quivered with pleasure. We got closer to the center of the city, and more people got on the train. A scattering of people got on our car as well, but fortunately stayed far enough away from us to leave us some privacy. "Button your shirt,” I said, “and put your jacket in your lap. Leave the top button unbuttoned. Take your tie off and give it to me. Unbutton the top button of your shirt. Reaching under the jacket, I took his tie and wrapped it around his cock and balls, wrapping the narrow end of the tie several times around his ball sack so I could use it as a ball-stretcher. I continued to stroke his substantial cock. Timing my strokes with the clattering of the train’s wheels. "Cumming is release. You will release when I tell you. You will release control to me. You will release yourself completely. You will let go completely. When you release, you will relax even more than you have so far. You will be happy to let go and release all control to me. "Your orgasm will be one of the most satisfying you have ever had. It will completely drain you. It will drain your will. It will leave your mind completely open to me. The wide part of the tie just fit over the head of his cock. I slid the silk up and down on his shaft. "Go ahead boy, let go, shoot your load. Release. Release yourself to me. His cock jerked and he flooded his tie with cum, pumping out jism for what seemed like an impossible amount of time. The silk turned dark with his spilled seed. I was afraid that the tie could not contain it all. After he shot, he slumped in the seat, his head lolling a little bit. I began to unwind the tie from his cock and balls. "Close your eyes and relax. I am here to keep you safe. You are mine now. I will take care of you. Just relax. I rolled up his tie and put on my pocket. "Put your cock and balls back into your pants and zip up. As long as it is safe to do so, you will sit here and relax, just listen to the wheels and be so happy that you have pleased me. When you hear the conductor announce the stop before yours, you will begin to rouse. By the time he announces your stop, you will be fully awake and aware.” “You will go about the rest of your evening as normal. Nothing will remind you of our time together on the train. You will remember that I helped you, but will forget the specifics. You will not be concerned that you do not have your tie. "You will sleep well and deeply tonight. You will wake up with a raging hard- on, but will wait for me to allow an orgasm. You will be focused at work and go about your day normally, but whenever you are alone in the bathroom, you will stroke your dick briefly and think about how excited you feel. "You will look for me on the train tomorrow at the same time. When you see me, you will be so grateful for the help I gave you in getting home tonight that you will come over, sit next to me, and offer to buy me a drink in gratitude. We were pulling into my station. "Just relax. Remember how good it feels when I control you. Remember, you will be fully awake by the time they call your station. With that, I got up and headed for the doors. My own erection was pressing against my pants as I thought about the ride and its implications. As I left the car, I realized I didn’t even know his name. But, that was alright, there would be plenty of time to get to know him very well.
It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I had been perfecting the chip for months and waiting for the perfect moment. My bioengineering professor never knew what I was cooking up during all those extra lab hours. At least not until the chip made contact with his for head. In moments he went from a strong assertive man to a quiet happy obedient drone. He didn’t know it but he would be the prototype I would use to perfect my schematics and make myself an army of happy horny slaves
Hospitality to the Max
“Tell Coach I went to do a last minute locker room sweep,” Blaine Saunders said to his teammate Duncan Phillips as Blaine stepped off the State University’s bus.
It had been a grueling soccer match against their crosstown rivals. Blaine blamed himself particularly for being off his game. Misplacing his phone was just the cherry on the sucktacular sundae that was his life at the moment.
Their rival school had more money than the State University and it showed. The rival team was better trained and more disciplined on the field. At times they seems to posses almost a hive mind; each member moving in tightly-choreographed plays with almost no errors.
Even their guest locker rooms were posh. Blaine just wanted to find his phone and get back on the bus. He had just begun to search the locker room when he heard the door to the room open.
It was the rival team’s star player Max DiAnnello (who, like Blaine, played Forward) and the defensive midfielder Killian Reed.
“Well, well, well,” Max said, walking over to Blaine and somewhat menacing way. “I was just telling Killian here that I was hoping one of you State boys might stay behind.”
“You creamed us. Great. I’m just here to look for my phone and then get back on the bus back to State.”
“We can’t let you run off back to State with your tail between your legs,” Killian said, moving behind Blaine. “The least we could do is show you some of our University’s signature hospitality.”
Blaine tripped on the bench as he backed up. Before he could get back up, Killian was sitting on the bench next to him and Max stood right in front of him, effectively blocking and path to escape.
“I appreciate the offer of hospitality, but I gotta be getting back…”
“Think nothing of it. It really is…our pleasure. It’s Blaine, isn’t it?” Max asked and Blaine nodded.
“You lads from State had a few good moves, I’ll give you that,” Max said, moving in closer to Blaine. “You even had me work up a bit of a sweat.”
As Max inched closer, Blaine began to smell the distinct odor emanating from Max’s crotch through his soccer shorts. It was a rank and musky smell. Like sweat mixed with piss and something else. Blaine almost retched.
Max’s eyes remained locked on his prey, watching the pheromones do their work.
“Fuck, man. You reek,” Blaine said loudly.
“Just take a deep breath in. You’ll barely notice it after a while,” Killian said.
“Fuck you guys,” Blaine said, trying to get up. Killian pushed him back onto his knees.
“Looks like you State boys like to do things the hard way,” Max said, lowering his short. “Killian, you know what to do.”
“Sure thing, Master,” Killian said before suddenly grabbing Blaine by the head and smashing his face into Max’s stained jock.
“What the fuck,” Blaine said as he caught a full blast of the pungent and yet slightly intoxicating aroma. “Cut it out.”
Blaine tried to wiggle out of Killian’s grasp, but the athlete held his head firmly in place.
“Shhhhh. Just keep breathing in and it will all start to make sense,” Killian said.
The air around Blaine seemed to grow thick and hot. He breathed in more and more of the salty, smell. It seemed to go right from his nostrils straight to his brain. It was almost intoxicating; washing away any thoughts of fleeing.
“That’s a good boy, Blaine. Just keep breathing that sweet, sweet smell in.”
Killian’s arms let go of Blaine’s head, but he made no effort to move. His original instincts to flee were now being muffled the dense fog that seemed to be filling his head, making him feel so very, very good.
“Let’s talk a look at ya,” Max pushed Blaine off his jock.
“Yeah, your eyes are starting to show the glow.”
“Show the glow,” Killian repeated.
“I bet you want to give my jock a lick, don’t you boy,” Max said.
Blaine wanted to register some sort of objection, but the smell seemed to have a hold on him.
“You heard the man. Give it a lick,” Killian said, rubbing Blaine’s shoulders tenderly.
Blaine stuck his tongue out and quickly swiped it across the fabric of the jock. The taste was both salty and sweet. It was like the smell, only more concentrated.
“Don’t just give it a quick lick, really get in there,” Max said encouragingly.
Blaine really dove in and went to town, slobbering all over the fabric and then sucking it all back in.
“Yeah, you’re coming along just fine,” Max said. “He’s taking to it just like you did, Kill-man.”
“Yes, sir,” Killian said as he played with his Master’s nipple.
“I had to really hold your head down for a minute until you stopped squirming, but you eventually saw the light.”
“Saw the light…” Killian repeated in a voice that sounded far away.
“Variety is the spice of life, Blaine. Why don’t you give your new buddy Kill-man a sniff.”
Blaine moved from Max’s jock to Killian’s as Max ordered. He had long since lost the will to defy Max. Max’s scent had completely altered his brain.
“That’s a good boy. Make Kill-man feel real good with your tongue. Take in all that funk. Feel it invading your brain. Melting away all that pesky resistance. Leading your down to a place of obedience and bliss.”
“Obedience and bliss…” Blaine said as his tongue darted over the surface of Killian’s jock. Killian’s dick was now hard and leaking. The wonderful scent seemed to be strongest in the precum that Blaine was sucking through the fabric.
Killian was lost in his own word. He was half-remembering the time when Max first cornered him after practice. The pair had been the last in the locker room. It had been Max’s first practice back from the hospital after the freak science lab accident. He had cornered him in the locker room just like they had done with Blaine.
As Killian had sucked on his best bud’s jock, Max had told him how he had discovered his new-found power by accident. A male nurse had begun to give him a sponge bath when his eyes lost focus and he began to drool. Max had been horned up and welcomed the blow job, but when the deed was done, Max was pleasantly surprised to find that the male nurse was changed. His scent had made the nurse compliant and docile, but his cum made the changes permanent. Max had fucked just about all of the good-looking, first-year residents who were male before finally being discharged a week later. It was a small handful of men who pledged both their loyalty and their sizable paychecks to Max. He returned to the hospital several times a week to give the lads their fix.
After Max had converted Killian, he was more than willing to assist Max in his first assignment. The science professor had quickly succumb to Max’s “charms” and eagerly assisted in creating a beta serum which was then used on Killian. It gave him the ability to convert, but only to Max’s will, not his own.
Killian had discovered on accident that if his discharge was administered anally instead of the usual oral method, the prey too became a beta carrier. It gave his Master Max’s balls a rest. And Max now only gave out tastes as rewards.
Max’s growing legion of slaves -which included the entire soccer team including the coaches as well as half the lacrosse and swim teams– were only too willing to carry out whatever devious plan Max could concoct or willingly submit to any debasement that would please their god.
Killian had succeeded in pleasing Max at the moment. Max reached into his jock and pulled out his cup. He handed it to Killian. Killian gingerly placed the cup over his nose and mouth and inhaled. Pleasure seemed to explode in his brain. He wanted more than anything to take another hit, but he knew it might make him cum and Max would punish him for that. He placed the cup over Blaine’s face and massaged his head as Blaine inhaled.
Any lingering resistance seemed to immediately liquify in him and Blaine came in his gym shorts without even touching himself.
“That’s a good boy, Blaine,” Max said as he noticed the wet spot forming on Blaine’s shorts. “Blissed out and obedient.”
“Blissed out and obedient,” Blaine and Killian said in unison.
“You want nothing more than to obey my every command, isn’t that right, boys?”
“…Yes,” both sleepy lads responded.
“You’d do anything to make me happy, wouldn’t you, Blaine” Max asked the zoned out athlete.
“Anything,” Blaine replied.
“I want to see Kill-man fuck the shit out of your ass. Won’t that be hot,” he asked as he helped Blaine out of his shirt.
“Fuck…ass..hot,” Blaine mindless blurted.
“Have you ever been fucked before, Blaine?”
“Nooooo. Not gay,” Blaine said as he stared mindlessly at Killian’s cock.
“But you’ll let Killian here fuck you, won’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” Max said, ruffling Blaine’s hair. “If you’ve never been fucked before, we’re gonna need to make sure his dick is nice and wet.”
Max grabbed Blaine by the hair and pushed him down on Killian’s cock.
“That’s it. Get it nice and wet so it goes up your easy easy-peasy.”
He pushed Blaine up and down on Killian’s fuck stick a few times, but then Blaine instinctively began to eagerly move up and down on it. Max sat back on the counter and slowly stroked his cock as he watched both of his puppets perform for him.
“Feels so good,” Killian said with a shudder of pleasure that seemed to rattle throughout his whole body.
“Don’t you fucking even think about cumming, Killian,” Max said. “Not yet. We need Blaine here fully converted.
Blaine was in heaven. Killian’s precum and scent –while different from Max’s, was nonetheless highly addictive. He felt like he had been sucking on Killian’s skin pipe for hours. In actuality, he hadn’t been in the locker room more than 10 minutes.
“You ready for the main event, Blaine?”
“Yessss,” Blaine said, coming up off Killian’s dick.
“Face me. Bend over,” Max instructed. “Breath deeply into my jock. It should help.”
Max placed his jockstrap over Blaine’s nose and mouth. Blaine’s eyes rolled back into his head. Killian plunged his cock into the teen star athlete with one thrust.
“Oh, fuuuuucccckkkk,” Blaine said, breathing deeply into the jockstrap.
Max alternated shoving the smelly jock into Blaine’s face and forcing the lad’s head down onto his dick. For his part, Blaine was hungrily lapping on Max’s cock. He thrust his tongue as far as he good into Max’s piss slit, trying to coax more of the delicious, mind-numbing pre-cum out of it.
“As much as I would like to keep this going, Kill-man we need to finish this up soon,” Max said. “Someone will soon come looking for him.
“Yes, sir.”
“Hand me his cup. I want to give him a going away present.”
Killian continued to thrust into Blaine’s ass and managed to grab the teen’s discard black cup from off the counter. He handed it to Max.
Max pulled Blaine off his dick just as he blasted several shots of yellow-tinted cum into the cup. The aroma of the warm cum wafted up to Blaine and Killian. It was just what Killian needed to push him over the edge. He grabbed Blaine’s hips, thrusted as deep up Blaine’s ass as he could go and then coated Blaine’s asswall with his yellow-tinted jizz.
“Oh, fuuuuuucccck,” Blaine said as he shook from pleasure as Killian’s cream was absorbed into his anal cavity. He fell off the counter and onto the floor, nearly convulsing with pleasure.
Max hopped off the counter and placed the black cup over Blaine’s cock.
Blaine shot a second load that was more massive than his initial one. His cum was a paler yellow than Max’s. Max assumed that this was perhaps to be expected. It quickly mingled and melted into Max’s ample sample.
“A little now, a little for later,” Max said as he tilted the cup to allow a small portion of the cum to fall into Blaine’s eager mouth.
He then put the jizz-filled cup back into the jockstrap.
“Get dressed,” he ordered the pair.
Killian and Blaine quickly donned their shirts, jocks and shorts, but didn’t pull the shorts completely up.
“One more taste and then you have to put your toys away, boys,” Max said, thrusting the jock into Killian’s face first and then Blaine’s.
Once everyone was dressed, Max handed the jock to Blaine.
“A parting gift. No hard feelings for beating your ass,” he said.
Blaine looked at the jockstrap and tears filled his eyes. It was the greatest gift anyone had ever given him, he was certain.
Killian produced a small duffle bag that contained Blaine’s phone. Blaine shoved the jock into the bag and zipped it up.
Max kissed Blaine one more time and then ordered him to get on the waiting bus.
“Did you find it,” Duncan asked as Blaine sat next to him on the back of the bus.
“What?” Blaine said absent-mindedly.
“Your phone?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Good.”
The bus began to pull out. Duncan wrinkled his nose.
“Jesus, dude. Did you shower? You reek.”
“I think I smell great.” Blaine smiled as he unzipped his duffle bag. He rubbed his fingers into the slimy goo that was in the cup of the jock. He looked around to make sure no other teammates were watching. Most of them were either sleeping, studying or staring into their cell phones.
He suddenly grabbed Duncan’s head with one hand and covered Duncan’s mouth with his other spooge covered hand. Duncan couldn’t scream and in just a few seconds, he didn’t even want to any more. Blaine continued to feed Duncan bits of the cum until Duncan passed out with pleasure.
Blaine couldn’t wait until they got back to State and to their dorm room when he would show Duncan’s ass hospitality to the Max.
Tom went over to Matt’s hotel room. When he got there a young hypnotist quickly put him into a deep sexual trance…..his cock flared up…..and he spent the afternoon getting fucked over and over by Matt and a roomful of horny guys….When he finally woke up the next morning he couldn’t remember a thing……but the hypnotist was swinging the pendulum in front of his face again….
My friend kept raving about this this dildo he’d bought from a new sextoy company called Good Boy – all their toys were apparently completely non-toxic, doctor-approved, inert material, and so much cheaper than pricey silicone toys – so I decided I’d give it a try and placed an order on their website. Their products were all bright shades of pink, which wasn’t really my thing, but whatever, it’s not like I was dropping a ton of money on it. When it arrived, I read on the packaging that my purchase came with a 1-month free trial subscription for Good Boy’s porn site. I chucked the box under my bed, figuring they just wanted me to sign up so they could charge me when I forgot to cancel – plus, there was so much porn online for free these days.
So I gave the dildo a try, and everything about it was amazing. It slid in easily, almost by accident, with barely any lube, but once it was inside me it felt so slick and full. It was somehow moving with almost no resistance and relaxing me and filling me up so deep, so big inside me all at the same time. The material was so soft and supple, yet somehow hit that spot inside me so hard and good. When I moved it, I was almost right at the edge of cumming, a wave of pleasure swelling up inside me, my mind blanking, then I thrust it again and the same thing happened, but I didn’t cum, just got more and more fucked out and blissful from the sensations created by the toy. Eventually I had one of the best orgasms of my life, and just lay there afterwards, panting, staring vacantly at the pink toy sitting in my slack hand. It was weird to say, but I think I loved my Good Boy dildo, not like you appreciate an object, but the way you like a person. I wanted to use it again right away, but I had to go to run some errands. The whole time I was out, I couldn’t stop thinking of how good I had felt using it. And where other dildos had sometimes made my ass feel a little sore or stretched afterwards, right now it felt amazing, almost tighter somehow, but also relaxed and somehow eager, like if I had my Good Boy dildo now I could just bend over and slide it all the way into me in one stroke, my ass just taking it so good… I realized I’d frozen in the store aisle, a little smile on my face, my hand at my hip, drifting towards my butt. I paid for my things and hurried home.
Once I got home I made a beeline for the dildo on the bed, but the Good Boy box under my bed caught my eye. What they hell, couldn’t hurt to check out their website, right? I entered their URL and typed in my product code from the inside of the box, my other hand reaching absent mindedly for the dildo The site seemed like a pretty standard subscription porn site, lots of pink obviously, and with a lot of videos featuring boys pleasuring themselves with what were clearly Good Boy products. I started watching one video of this muscular, young-looking guy with a huge dick and a pink cockring fucking this moaning twink from behind. I felt a little thrill run through my body as my hand guided the Good Boy dildo into my ass. The guy with the cockring seemed like he absolutely couldn’t stop fucking, like he just needed to pound and pound his huge dick into the writhing bottom on the bed, who was clearly loving every inch, both their faces red and glazed over with lust. The set had really been made to look like a real bedroom, and their performances seemed so natural, somehow amateurish but incredibly hot.
Fuck, I was so into this. The Good Boy was penetrating so deep inside me that I felt like it was going to fuck right out the top of my head. I couldn’t think. There was this kind of throbbing electronic track to the video, and a pulsing quality to the light on the screen, that were carrying me along, sinking into me, massaging my brain, turning it off, and as I moaned and thrust the dildo deeper and deeper inside me, I started to imagine messages from the video, whispered words in my headphones, flashes of writing on the screen, and when I thought about them they weren’t there, but I couldn’t think, so I could understand them and agree with them and love how they were making me feel-
I was a good boy. Oh fuck, I was such a Good Boy. I knew I was because the dildo was working on me, helping train me to be suuuuch a Good Boy, helping me be obedient and slutty and just so fucking dumb. Good Booys loved being dumb. Good boys loved having their pussies fucked by dildos and especially by cocks, they craved it, they needed it. That’s what my hole was, my hole that my toy was filling right now, making me feel so good – my boypussy. The video switched to one of my friend fucking himself on a dildo similar to mine, his eyes happy and empty, and a banner that said ‘closest Good Boy to you,’ but the messages continued. Every Good Boy had a pussy, which meant that wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he was always ready and desperate to be fucked. If he got confused and stubborn and didn’t want to be Good, his pussy was always a special button that would make him behave, reminding him that he was a docile, fuckable, compliant Good Boy. A man’s cock could press that button, or even another Good Boy using a Good Boy dildo, but it would always get pressed – Good Boys had to get fucked, they just had to.
“Fuck yeah,” I moaned. I shuddered as I came from the wonderful toy fucking my boypussy, then kept right on pushing it into me, feeling another orgasm building up inside. I flipped on my webcam and lay on the bed, thrusting my dildo inside me, uploading directly to the Good Boy site, making sure to show my pussy for the camera. How else would I get men to come and fill me up with their big hard cocks?
Sometimes it was best to wait until the evening to use the showers in the Co Ed dorms. Each floor had one shower for boys, and another for girls, Jordan was able to shower without others watching, something that brought a great surge of relief. The thought of others seeing him naked, or accidentally dropping his towel was always in the back of his mind. Despite his looks, he didn’t want to shower with others.
Midnight was the perfect time for Jordan to shower with a little bit of privacy.
It would be his undoing.
Master controlled many parts of the University. For example, Master controlled what went on in the computer lab, and you can imagine what goes on there. Definitely a story for another time, but tonight, we learn Master controls the water that is used in the dormitories.
Watching from a safe distance, Master switches the way the water is routed through the plumbing as Jordan begins his secret shower.
The water quickly warms, shrouding the room in a hazy mist, the type that comes in dreams. Which is what the water would do to Jordan, make him dream. The water now pelting him with torrential dewy pellets was laced with a chemical that would induce a hypnotic fugue shortly after absorption, and since Jordan had been neglecting to shower, due to his fears, the dosage would be high.
The dial squeaks as the water is shut off, and Jordan towels himself before draping his body as best he can to avoid any looks he might receive in the hallway. Though these worries quickly fade, along with everything else, as ge heads to his room, but each step closer to the door becomes harder and harder to take as the drugs take effect. Lifting his feet becomes taxing. Make the next step, almost impossible. Completely feeling the drug laced water, Jordan struggles down the hallway feeling and looking drunk. He’s almost to the door when the chemicals finally trigger a complete and compelling sedation. Jordan falls against the wall, and sleeps.
Then the drones come, effortlessly lifting him up, and carrying him from the dormitory, the towel left behind, forgotten from this story, and Jordan’s mind completely.
It doesn’t take long for them to arrive at the secret, undisclosed location, and as the drugs wear off, Jordan is tied and manacled to a slick, chilly table. The cold shock waking him completely.
“Who are you? What are you doing?”
But none of the drones answer, Jordan is left to think how they would even communicate with him in all that rubber. Their faces and mouths concealed. From head to toe, each with their own mask, they ignore his words, and continue tightening the restraints.
Jordan continues to struggle as the drones switch from restraining him to stimulating him. This is too much for his poor mind, as shy as he is, whatever these things are, they refuse to give him answers, only rubbing and touching him, the poor boy is speechless. This is some kind of crazy dream. The minuscule leverage he has, he uses to pull at his straps with maximum effort, but it does no good, only giving the drones more opportunities to touch other parts of his body. The more he resists, the more they touch. Sadly, the touching and care the drones are giving have little influence on Jordan’s body or mind.
Master enters followed closely by two drones, two beautiful drones in sheered black rubber, shine like a beautiful moonless night. Between them is a machine, and it is brought to the cusp of Jordan’s ass. Without warning, the phallus of this device penetrates Jordan’s virgin ass.
This has never happened to him before, a complete virgin in every way, Jordan cannot comprehend what he is feeling. The drones continue their stimulation as Jordan fights them with every ounce of resistance he has, but the self-lubricating device has gone from shocking to tolerable to almost pleasurable. The longer this continues, the better, more complacent, he feels.
Master moves to the head of the table, and looks down into Jordan’s dismayed face. Almost sympathetic, but it’s only to hold his head in place as a large band is slipped around his head. A silver ring of metal circling his crown.
“You are lucky, in a way, i often wonder what it would be like to simply be wiped away by the machinations of another.” .
“What are you doing?” Then Jordan is silenced by the thought shattering discharges coming from the headband. Again and again, shattering his concentration, taking his mind off the pounding in his ass, and nolonger feeling the touch of the drones, each blast of the head piece taking him farther away from thinking, farther away from recognizing what was going on around him, and farther away from even knowing his own mind. Jordan was quickly losing control, but he was still himself, still possessing the mental part that made him Jordan.
Until the hooks sprang from the headband, and attached themselves to different points in Jordan’s head. Each one injecting tiny, digital particles directly into his brain.
It only took a few minutes of being invaded by the digital parasites, and Jordan began to change his attitude. First, he stopped fighting, simply falling back, letting his arms and legs rest like they were supposed to, like they needed to. Second, the attention and service he was receiving from the other drones was beginning to have an effect, an arousing one. Third, he brought his legs back up, and opened his ass a little more, and began to ride the device that was thrusting its way through his ass. Not even aware he was doing it, Jordan also began to grind, and lift to the rhythm of the drone’s touch.
Finally, he began to accept the programming that was being downloaded from the headband into his brain. The word Obey began to float around the peripheral of his conscious thoughts. Master kept coming in and out of his mind.
After an hour of pounding, rubbing, and electrical stimulation tailoring his thoughts and needs, the words began to come together. As the person named Jordan slowly faded from existence.
Obey Master
Obey Master
Obey Master
And it went on and on.
Master removed the headband, and let his drones continue working as they now began to stroke the newest addition to their collective. Master lifted Jordan’s head up so he could watch the moment he orgasm’d, because when a new recruit cums it always means they have submitted. Like a contract signed with your cock, you spray your juice on the dotted line agreeing to an indefinite term of service. The minute Jordan cum’d, he would give all control over to Master.
Obey Master
Obey Master
Obey Master
The restraints were removed, and a gift for Jordan was brought out.
“My name is nolonger Jordan. I am a Drone. That is all i am. A drone is all i am meant to be. I will function effectively for Master. I love being a mindless drone.”
The other drones busied themselves, and began to dress Jordan Drone in the uniform they all wore, a solid, sparkling suit of black rubber. Each part of his body that was covered only increased the growing robotic changes taking over Jordan Drone’s body. His need to submit and obey could only grow as he was covered with it. Each limb and movement becoming mechanical, robotic. Jordan Drone would always move at a slow pace, looking beautiful with his arms out, and always infinitely blank.
“Jordan Drone lives to obey. Master controls my every function and need. Every moment of my new life must be spent in devotion to him. I must obey. I will obey. Now i obey.”
Properly attired, the other drones went back to work bring Jordan to orgasm in order to seal the new rubber suit in his fresh cum.
Jordan Drone stood, letting them work on his cock as if nothing was happening. He didn’t even cry or sigh as he cum’d. The drones caught the cum, and sealed it into the rubber suit, attaching the piece to Jordan’s crotch.
Once sealed tight, the drones left the room, leaving Master and Jordan alone. In Master’s hand was the last piece of programming, the hood that Jordan would now wear. Master kissed his newest drone on the lips before placing the mask over his head. Once completely taken over, Jordan began reciting,
“Thank you Master. Thank you for making me obey. I live to serve.”
“Just a few more,” Brock Spencer said, tossing the football to his best mate, Jamie Reynolds.
Jamie caught the pass and tossed the ball back. “Dude, I’m out. We’ve at this for three hours and that was on top of practice today. Give your arm a rest. Besides, it’s getting dark.”
“C’mon, Brah. Just a few more tosses, I swear.”
“You’re already the best gunslinger the school has ever seen,” Jamie said, taking a sip of Gatorade. “You have the best record in the division. So, what are you worried about?”
Brock tossed the ball in the air and caught it a few times.
“Since I was, like, 10 in pee-wee league. This is all I’ve ever been good at. So many people are expecting me to be good at it.”
Jamie caught the ball before Brock could.
“Do you like doing it? Fuck your dad and fuck the coach. Do you like playing football?”
Brock grabbed the ball back and tossed it into the air again. “I guess.”
“Jesus, you’re tight,” Jamie said as he rubbed his best friend’s shoulders. “You need to relax. Go get drunk. Smoke a bowl. Bang a chick. Or a dude. I don’t judge.”
Brock nudged his mate. “You’re an asshole.”
Jamie began to walk away and then turned.
“But seriously, dude. You gotta relax. Gotta run. Date with Becky. Text ‘ya later.”
Brock remained in the field. Exercise usually helped clear his head, so he did a couple of laps around the field, followed by some push-ups in the grass and finally sit ups and crunches. The sun had set before he finished.
To make matters worse, the nagging thoughts of self-doubt still plagued him, swirling around his brain as if on an endless loop.
He decided to cut through the forest as a shortcut back to the quad. He was half-way through the thick forest before he heard the snap of a twig behind him. Someone was following him.
He turned to look behind him, but didn’t see anyone. He turned around and walked right into a baja pullover.
“Shit, dude. You nearly scared the piss out of me,” Brock said before looking up at the guy.
“Lawson? Lawson Kettle,” Brock said, slapping the guy’s hand and then shaking it. “What the hell are you doing out here, Kettle? I thought you dropped out.”
“I took some time off to…work on something,” Lawson said.
“What’d you do? Lemme guess. Rode the rails over Europe and found yourself,” Brock said, tossing the football in the air and catching it.
“Something much better. So, so much better,” Lawson held up a joint.
“Look, I know pre-med was stressful, dude. But you, what? Gave away a future to smoke some weed?”
“I spent a year putting my knowledge of science to practical use,” Lawson said, holding up the joint. “My own strain. A hybrid of blissful wizard, nova OG and, well, something else that is proprietary.”
“You took a year off of school to grow your own strain of pot,” Brock asked incredulously.
“Yes. And now I’m ready to launch and take over the market,” Lawson said, fishing a lighter from the front pouch of the baja pullover. “You’re good looking and well-liked. I require your talents.”
“I’m not selling your dope, dude.”
“I’m sure I can change your mind,” Lawson said,
“Are you high? I said ‘no.’”
Lawson took a long toke, grabbed and pulled Brock into him and exhaled a long, dense green cloud of smoke.
The effects were immediate. Brock could feel the drug seep into his pores and in through his nose and into his lungs. It was like diving into a pool of relaxing water and soaring weightless in the air at the same time. He couldn’t remember the time he felt so content.
“That’s a good boy,” Lawson said, pawing Brock’s crouch. “Did I mention that while it lowers your temporal functioning and relaxes you, I gene-spliced the THC so that it makes you docile and heightens your sexual libido at the same time?”
Brock could only smile a big, dopey grin. Dope. Dopey. That made him laugh.
Lawson took another giant hit and then pulled Brock into a kiss, french-kissing him and blowing the smoke into Brock’s lungs.
Brock tried to push Lawson away, but his hands wouldn’t move. He wasn’t gay and Lawson’s hot tongue was dancing all around his mouth. Lawson’s beard scratched his face, but it felt kind of good. It was getting so hard for Brock to think. It was as if all the blood was rushing from his brain to his hardening cock.
Lawson brought the joint up to Brock’s lips. “Take a nice deep hit for daddy.”
Brock took a smooth, mellow drag and Lawson kissed him again to keep him from exhaling too quickly.
“Fuuuuucccckkkk,” Brock said. The hit seemed to go straight to his dick. Lawson reach under Brock’s jersey and began to play with Brock’s nipples.
He tweaked the right nipple.
“Take another hit, my boy. I need you blissfully drugged out and addicted.”
Lawson seemed to be tuning his nipple to a state of pure pleasure. Brock had to obey. He took another deep hit.
Lawson tweaked the left nipple. Brock exhaled the green smoke and loudly moaned, lost to the pleasure that was coursing through his body along with Lawson’s drug.
“One more deep hit and then swallow the butt,” Lawson ordered.
Brock was so stoned, he could only comply. He took the deepest hit yet and as he held the smoke in his lungs, licked his thumb and index finger and then extinguished the tiny butt. He exhaled again as Lawson tweaked both of his nipples –gasping at how good it felt– and then swallowed the butt.
“Damn, boy. Look at you,” Lawson said as he pointed to Brock’s crotch. “You’re drippin’.”
Brock just laughed. His dick was rock hard and a large patch of pre-cum was noticable. There was no denying it. He was turned on.
“Time to take you to the farm and really turn you out,” Lawson said, grabbing Brock by the hand and leading him to his nearby car.
Lawson opened the passenger side door and helped Brock into the car. Brock hit his head getting into the vehicle and only laughed more. Lawson bucked him in and then placed headphones hooked up to an iPhone on Brock’s ears.
He got into the driver’s side, buckled himself in and then press play on the iPhone.
A strange cadence of sounds filled Brock’s ears along with a soothing buzzing of sorts. Just below the buzzing, Brock could swear he could hear words being spoke. He couldn’t quite make them out. After all, he was high. He laughed out loud as Lawson continued to drive away from campus on Route 9.
Brock closed his eyes at some point along the drive. Not because he was tired. He was still cognizant of the soothing sounds. He wanted to close his eyes. It was almost as if he had been ordered to close them and he felt so much pleasure when he obeyed. The spot on his pants grew even larger. Brock couldn’t remember when he was this turned on. Then again, he couldn’t remember much of anything right now. He laughed out loud again.
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a greenhouse of sorts. There were pots of cannabis all around him. They looked beautiful.
Lawson grabbed his head and pushed it down until he could see one particular plant.
Lawson seemed to be fertilizing the plant with his pre-cum.
“It was a happy accident, really,” Lawson said as he removed his pullover and pushed his jeans down. “I had perfected the strain that increases the libido and rubbed one out. My jizz must have been so ladened with the drug, that it fertilized the little darling, creating a new strain.”
He gently pushed Brock to his knees.
“The drug made my cum potent which, in turn, made the pot even more potent. It makes my operation truly a green one. Recycle and reuse.”
Brock has stopped listening. He had found a new bone to smoke. And he found this one particular bone to be just as addictive as Lawson’s weed. It felt right to be on his knees. He was a cock-sucking slut and he needed to please his master. Every drip of pre-cum succeeded in tightening the hold Lawson had over him. Brock knew this and yet he couldn’t stop sucking Lawson’s beautiful dick.
It didn’t take Lawson too long before he blasted some of his drug-laced semen into Brock’s eager mouth. Lawson was right, it was far more potent than any of his previous hits. He couldn’t get enough. He gently dug his tongue into Lawson’t piss slit to make sure he had got it all.
Lawson pushed Brock onto the bed. Had Brock’s brain not been fried, he might have wondered what a bed was doing in the middle of a greenhouse. And the truth was the Brock has moved his bed into the greenhouse so he could spend every waking moment in there as he perfected his prized drug. Brock was too far gone to even give it a passing thought. He just allowed himself to melt into the bed.
Lawson pulled off Brock’s pants and jock and stared at Brock’s dick. The pre-cum was still clear.
“Looks like we still have to prime your pump,” Lawson said, pushing Brock’s knees to his chest.
Brock gasped as he felt the finger invade his hole. It made him feel even more hot and dizzy. Before long, he was thrusting his ass back onto the finger trying to get more of it inside him.
“Damn, you are tight. We gotta loosen you up,” Lawson said, grabbing his pullover and retrieving his lighter and another joint. He lit the joint, took a hit and then literally blew smoke up Brock’s ass.
Brock’s ass ring immediately loosened the minute the smoke hit it.
Lawson took another toke and then blew the smoke into Brock’s ass and then started rimming him.
He came up for air (and to finish off the joint) and couldn’t help by smile at how blissed out Brock was right now.
“Fuck me,” Brock said, practically begging.
Lawson rubbed his dick in a circle around the outside of Brock’s hole.
“From quarterback to not-so-tight end. Beg for it, slut.”
“I need your cock in me. Feed me your cum. Make me your bitch,” Brock fired out in rapid succession as if repeating a mantra.
Lawson pushed his dick into Brock and Brock shook with pleasure as the head of Lawson’s dick scraped up against his sensitive prostate. Nothing was better than this. Not football. Not girls. Not school.
After about 10 minutes, Lawson shot a load into Brock’s ass. As the drug entered his bloodstream through the thin walls of his ass, Brock’s eyes rolled back into his head.
Without removing Lawson’s cock from his ass, he managed to push Lawson onto the bed and spin around on his johnson. He began to ride Lawson, which caused Lawson’s dick to get hard once again. Lawson stroked Brock’s dick as Brock rode him. He was pleased to see that the once-clear pre-cum was now a slight shade of emerald.
“You know what to do when you’re close,” Lawson said.
It seemed to egg Brock on and he bounced up and down on Lawson’s dick with wild abandonment.
After a few gyrations up and down, he hopped off the cock and aimed his own dick at Lawson’s face.
“Time to prove your worth to me, boy,” Lawson said, rising from the bed to fetch a bong and a few bags of the weed that he put into a small duffle bag. “I need an eager salesforce.”
Brock’s mind was completely gone. He stared at Lawson with complete devotion.
Later, back at his dorm, Brock sat at his desk and calmly waiting.
Jaime opened the door a little after 11.
“How was your date with Becky,” he asked calmly.
“Bitch left me with blue balls. Again,” Jaime said, kicking off his jeans and changing into shorts. He jumped onto his bed and then he noticed something different about his best friend. “I see someone took my suggestion to relax. Did you pound a few back?”
“Pound, more liked got pounded,” Brock thought to himself and laughed.
“Dude, are you high,” Jaime asked with a laugh.
Brock reached into the duffle bag and retrieved the bong and a baggie of Lawson’s blend. “Brah, you have got to try this stuff. It will blow your mind.”
“Less talk, more packing,” Jaime said with a smile.
Brock packed the bong, then filled it with bottled water and handed it to Jaime.
“Take a deep hit and hold it,” Brock said as he slowly began to undress completely.
Jaime turned back to look at his naked roommate. Brock’s dick was hard and jutting out just inches from his face.
Jaime laughed and then smiled, his own dick hardening.
“Take another couple of hits and then we’ll move onto the hard stuff,” Brock said, stroking his dick as he watched his best bud fall prey to his master’s bud. With Jaime at his side, they’d have the whole floor toking and fucking before long.
“Fuuuuucccckkk,” Jaime said, exhaling.
“That’s part of the plan,” Brock said as he leaned down to passionately kiss Jaime as he tore off his clothes.
“Let’s make those blue balls green.”
Dalton Price watched his step dad, the Reverend Jeremiah Thatcher in his den. His work on this Sunday’s sermon put on hold as Dalton’s program kept him blissed out and stroking. The good Reverend wasn’t able to cum no matter how hard he tried –and after two hours of absorbing the brainwashing virus that Dalton had put on his laptop – Thatcher wanted desperately to cum. Release would only come when Thatcher finally gave himself –mind, body and soul– to his stepson.
Dalton had initially been pissed that the pious, Christian homophobe had held out for as long as he had. It had been a full hour before his stepdad had even unzipped his pants. Now, Dalton wanted it to last all night.
Dalton knew that not being able to drain his balls and release the growing pressure was torture for his step dad. And while he looked forward to the moment when his stepdad gave his body over to him, Dalton wanted him to suffer just like Dalton had for the better part of a year at the Christian re-education center.
Most of Dalton’s 18th year had been spent in the isolated center being held against his will. Their methods of brainwashing were particularly pathetic –at least on Dalton. Other youths had not been so lucky. Dalton had played them all, acting the part of the brainwashed and redeemed Christian soldier. He was waiting for the opportunity and it was finally given to him at the eighth month mark when he was allowed to use the computer lab.
And while web traffic had been blocked by a proxy server, the Christian idiots never thought to protect the mainframe with anything beyond a simple admin password (John316). From there, it was just a matter of time before Dalton had scripted his own assimilation program and unleashed it onto the unsuspecting staff. Dalton had taken particular delight in fucking the son of the program’s director while the program director sucked his own son off. He had left them with the knowledge of what they had done (and the pleasure they had felt from doing it). Dalton had promised more of the same if the director did not agree to release Dalton, certifying him as 100 percent heterosexual Christian for the benefit of the Reverend Thatcher.
Dalton saw his step dad finally cum and then continue to stare mindlessly at the screen as Dalton’s program took further control of him.
“I want you to think about how you just stroked your dick and came for your faggot son. How you want to degrade yourself further for my pleasure all the while knowing it still sickens you all the same,” Dalton said as his parting words.
He couldn’t wait to initiate his step dad in the joys of anal sex, but that would have to wait. Dalton adjusted his boner and smiled. Revenge was sweet. And he was only just now beginning to put his full plan in motion.
The doorbell rang right on schedule.
Dalton opened the door to welcome in his former best friend Ezekiel Newberry (Zek to his friends).
Zek had not come alone.
“This is Jim Norton. He moved to town while you were…” Zek trailed off.
“…locked up and held against my will thanks to you, you jack ass,” Dalton thought to himself, but smiled and eyed the newcomer.
Dalton initially felt sorry for Jim. Jim was going to be caught in the crossfire, an unexpected casualty in Dalton’s revenge plans. Dalton had invited Zek over to play video games to show him there were no hard feelings for Zek turning him into his stepdad after Dalton had confided in him that he was gay.
That is, until Dalton saw Jim’s shirt. “Jesus: King of Kings” it read in the same script as the chocolate peanut butter cup candy. Jim Norton had picked the wrong day to wear that shirt.
“I hope you don’t mind I invited him along,” Zek said, walking into the living room.
“Don’t be silly,” Dalton said. “Any friend of Zek’s is a friend of mine. Besides, Hebrews 13 verse 2 says ‘Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.’ I mean, Jim could be an angel, right?”
“An angel that sucks at Call of Duty,” Zek said with a laugh, playfully punching Jim in the arm
“Screw you guys,” Jim said, nudging both Zek and Dalton.
“Have a seat, guys. I’ll go pour us some Dew and we can get started,” Dalton said.
“Whoa, your dad is letting you have caffeine,” Zek said, suddenly suspicious. “Where is your dad, anyway? He knows we’re here, right?”
Jim looked nervously at both Zek and Dalton, wondering just what the heck he had gotten himself stuck in the middle of.
“He’s in his den working on Sunday’s sermon,” Dalton calmly replied. “And he told me this was a one-time only thing; a thanks to my friend for putting me back on the path of salvation.”
“Just make sure he doesn’t tell my pa,” Zek said.
“What about you, Jim? You okay with a little Moutain Dew?”
“Him? He’s practically living in Sodom and Gomorrah. His parents aren’t even Christian,” Zek said.
“You know Catholics are Christians, right” Jim said, rolling his eyes.
Alone in the kitchen, Dalton made quick work of crushing up the Rohypnol –a parting gift from the center– and putting it into two of the three glasses. He made sure the drug was fully dissolved into the soda before carrying the three glasses on a tray into the living room.
Dalton grabbed the un-drugged glass and passed the tray to the two unsuspecting teens. He raised his glass.
“To the unyielding love and mercy of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,” he said, clinking glasses with his mates.
He then handed each of them an Xbox controller and took a seat on the couch between them.
“I should warn you guys,” Dalton said, “This is my own person mod and the campaign ain’t gonna be easy.”
“You made your own game,” Jim asked, trying not to sound too impressed.
“Yeah. There are a few frame rate issues. You may occasionally see a flash or two –I still haven’t quite worked all the bugs out yet.”
“Nonesense. You’re a friggin’ computer genius and you know it,” Zek said, nudging Dalton.
Dalton fired up the video game console and let the game do it’s job.
The trio traded a fair share of smack talk initially, but Dalton was finally glad when his program got its hooks into both of his guests.
“That’s it, guys. Focus all your attention on the screen. You don’t want to look away. You can’t look away.”
“What’s happening,” Zek said, trying to turn away. Dalton held his head in place.
“You don’t want to look away. It feels to good.”
“Feels so good,” Jim repeated with a smile.
Dalton held Zek’s head in place until Zek’s look of concern finally melted away into a smile.
“Feels good,” he said.
“You both just want to keep staring at the screen, letting it take you down to a deep, deep relaxing place where you don’t need to think. It’s so peaceful and calm and pleasant. Maybe just a tad bit erotic. Deep down here, you’re free to feel pleasure. It feels completely right to unzip your pants and stroke your cock.”
Dalton watched as both lads initially struggled against complying, but both eventually yielded to the temptation.
“Very good, boys. You’re doing so good. I want you to continue to relax now. Yes, that’s it. Feel yourself drifting. Drifting. Drifting. So warm. So comfortable. So very relaxed,” Dalton paused to take a sip of his unlaced soda.
“It feels so good to relax and let yourself go nice and deep into trance. It feels so good just to drift down as you stroke your cock up and down. The deeper into trance you go, the better it feels to stroke your cock. The more you stroke your cock, the deeper in trance you go.”
Dalton paused and looked at Jim. He didn’t see a reason to prolong his torture and so he decided to quickly enslave the boy. He leaned over and began to suck Jim.
“Go ahead and keep stroking yourself, Zek. You’re going to find that you can’t stop and you can’t cum.”
“Can’t stop. Can’t cum.”
“That’s right, Zek. You know you’re losing control to me and it excites you. I’m taking you down, down, down. Keep stroking. That’s it.”
Dalton turned his attention to Jim.
“In a minute Jim, you’re going to feel my hot mouth slide up and down on your cock. It is going to be the most wonderful thing you ever experienced and with every motion up and down you are going to find yourself needing to give into me and obey me more and more.”
“Obey more and more,” Jim mindlessly said as Dalton began to suck his cock. Jim squirmed and withered on the couch. The pleasure was literally overriding his thought-process, replacing all independent thought with a need to serve and obey Dalton.
Dalton came up for air and quickly undressed down to his underwear.
“You know you did my wrong, Zek. Friends don’t tell on friends. You feel terrible, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I think you can make it up to me by kissing my ass as I suck your friend off. Really get your tongue in there. Fuck that feels so good,” Dalton said before plunging back down on Jim’s fuck stick.
“What was it you called me as they hauled me away, Zek? Do you remember?”
“A fudge packer,” Zek said before thrusting his tongue back into Dalton’s anus ring.
“That’s right. It’s time to make you the very thing you fear the most. Use that cock and start packing fudge.”
A part of Zek screamed out inside, but his body robotically moved into position and began to fuck Dalton. Dalton dove back onto Jim’s dick.
“With every stroke in and out of my ass, you are losing more and more of yourself to me. You are becoming my obedient slave and that turns you on more than anything else, Zek.”
“Yessss,” the mind-zonked teen said as he thrust in and out of his former best friend’s ass.
“You know you are making me feel so good, that you want to feel how good it feels yourself, don’t you Zek? Jim, why don’t you show him how good it feels?”
Jim rose of the couch and walked behind Zek. He grabbed his cock and shoved it into Zek. All of the resistance melted away from Zek as he gave himself fully over to the pleasure of obedience.
“In a minute, you both are going to cum. And when you do, you’re going to belong to me fully. Jim: What happens when you cum?”
“I belong to you fully.”
“Zek: what happens when you cum?”
“I belong to you fully.”
“Good boys. I’m getting close. So close. That’s it boys. That’s it. Give yourselves over to me and cum,” Dalton said as he blew his load on the couch. Both Zek and Jim also shook with powerful climaxes. Their arms dropped to their sides. They both pulled out and stood at attention.
Dalton caught his breath and then looked at his two latest slaves.
“You both did so well. This is just the start of things, though. I have a lot of people in this town I have a score to settle and you both are going to just love helping me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir,” both teens replied with smiles on their faces.
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