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Connor Jenkins could barely contain his anger at his secretary. She had picked the most inopportune time to get up from her desk and now, as a result, the trucking vendor who refused to take no for an answer no matter how many times Trevor told him so over the phone –the man who had patiently spent the last two days just sitting outside Jenkins office waiting for an opening.

And that bitch of a secretary had given him one. Jenkins had returned from lunch to find the secretary away from her desk and the vendor now sitting in his office

“Look, Mr…”

“Dallas, Roger Dallas,” the man said, shaking Connor’s hand with a firm grip.

“Look, Dallas. I told you on the phone. I’m not in a position currently to upend my shipping enterprises no matter how good the deal.”

“Look, Connor…may I call you Connor,” the man asked, retrieving a laptop from his shoulder bag.

“No, you may not. Mr. Jenkins is fine.”

“Look, Jenkins. If you could just take a look at this small presentation I’ve prepared. I’m sure it will change your mind.”

“How long is it?”

“10 minutes.”

“And you’ll leave after I watch it?”

“You have The Corporation’s word on it. If The Corporation hasn’t changed your mind after 10 minutes, I will happily see myself out.” 

Jenkins opened the laptop lid and examined the computer. 

“How do I start the damn thing? The sooner this starts, the sooner you get the hell out of here and stop wasting both our time.”

“Just double-click on the TC emblem on the desktop, Jenkins.”

Jenkins followed instructions and a flash of blue light shot out from the screen, causing his eyes to dilate. 

“Relax as the TC program calibrates the Total Control program. The Corporation thanks you for your service,” the voice from the computer said.

Jenkins found that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t blink. The blue light seemed to be pulsing. Synchronizing to his every breath and heart beat. 

“Good boy,” Dallas said as he pulled down his zipper and pulled out his hardening cock. He slowly began to stroke. “I used to be just like you until a pair of my field reps held me down and forced me to watch The Corporation’s TC program. You may notice a slight discomfort as The Corporation remaps your brain.”

A series of atonal notes blasted from the machine, causing Jenkins to wince in pain.

“Submit to The Corporation,” the program urged. “Obey The Corporation. It feels good to obey The Corporation. Pain comes from disobedience to The Corporation.”

Jenkins cried out in pain.

“Don’t fight it, dude. The Corporation already has its hooks in ya and it’s just better to give in,” Dallas said, licking his hand and then rubbing his dick. 

“Do you comply with The Corporation,” the voice asked.

Jenkins was fighting. He had to he….arrrgh.

“Do you comply with The Corporation,” the voice asked again.

He tried to turn away. It was as if his brain was on fire. So much pain.

“Comply and end the pain,” Dallas said.

“I…I comply.”

“Very Good. Unit Dallas, Protocol 417. Comply,” the machine said.

Dallas –his dick jutting out of his slacks, rose. “Understood. Complying.”

Dallas shook from pleasure as he moved behind Jenkins and began to rub his shoulders.

As Dallas continued to rub Jenkins’ shoulders and neck, Jenkins felt himself relaxing as more of The Corporation’s programing was beamed directly into his brain.

“Unit Jenkins: focus on the spiral. Comply,” the machine said.

“Understood. Complying,” Jenkins said, opening his eyes and staring at the spinning circle.

“Compliance to The Corporation brings pleasure. Non-compliance to the Corporation brings pain.  Obedience to The Corporation makes you horny. Comply and repeat.”

“Understood. Complying,” Jenkins said, unzipping his pants and stroking his engorged dick. “Obedience to The Corporation makes me horny.”

“You desire to serve The Corporation. I will comply.”

“I desire to serve The Corporation. I wil comply,” he repeated.

“Unit Dallas: Protocol 548. Comply,” the machine said.

“Understood. Complying,” Dallas said, walking to the side of Jenkins and pulling Jenkins into a kiss.

It was no ordinary kiss. The minute their lips touched, an electrical connection was made. Jenkins could see Dallas’ memories of his own enslavement in his mind. His thoughts and desires were being downloaded and it was making Jenkins so hot. Dallas being held down by two burly sales reps as the laptop was opened and he was forced to comply and before long was complying willingly just as Jenkins was doing now.

“Unit Jenkins: Protocol 826. Comply.”

“Understood,” Jenkins said, falling to his knees. “Complying.”

As he licked Dallas’ dick through his boxer briefs, Jenkins could feel The Corporation probing his own mind. Jenkins was glad to be rid of all of his company’s secrets. They belonged to The Company now. 

“Unit Dallas: The Corporation is pleased. You now control Unit Jenkins. The Corporation thanks you for your compliance.”

“Understood. Complying,” Dallas replied. “Unit Jenkins, Protocol 828. Comply.”

“Understood. Complying,” Jenkins said.

“That’s it. Take me in your mouth, Unit Jenkins.You know you must. Comply.” 

Jenkins wrapped his mouth around Dallas’ cock and proceeded to give him an expert blow job. Jenkins had never before sucked another guy’s cock, but the instructions had been downloaded and he could only comply.

“You’re a fucking slut for my cock. Said it. Comply.”

“I’m a flucking slut for your cock. I will comply.”

“Put your mouth back on me and finish me off, then. Comply.”

“I will comply,” Jenkins said, lost to the pleasure.

True to his word, Jenkins went down on Dallas and finished him off.

Yes, Unit Jenkins was in full compliance with The Corporation.

hypnoseros:

My best friend had the hottest dad I’d ever seen. The worst part was everyone in the neighborhood seemed to know it. People threw themselves at him all the time we saw it at the block parties and Christmas parties. Single moms, even some of the married mom’s, and closeted dads tried their hands at him but no one was able to get him to cheat on his wife.

I had the undeniable hots for him. Always watching him from afar. After all if all those adults couldn’t have him, some teenager would never get a chance. Then I was cleaning out the attic and I found an old book. A book of spells apparently. I thought it was all bullshit but then I tried a few of them. It was all small stuff turning water into wine, summoning fire, stuff like that. To my immense surprise they all managed to work. I tore through book after that until I saw a spell called Puppet master.

I waited until my next sleep over at my friends place. The spell worked on him like a charm. He was easy to control after that. I snuck into his parents room again on his parents. His mother I had go sleep down on the couch but his father. Oh his father was so ready to do just what I wanted after that.

Within the next weeks I had him wrapped around my finger. I spent every night with him and I got to revel in having the daddy no one else could nab

They’re  livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis.

Hotel Part VII: Lust (The Final Entry)

“You have done well, my puppet,” the demon said as he thrust into the lad’s ass. I have but one more task left before I turn you and unleash you out into the world.”

“Anything for you, Master,” Chris Chadwick had panted. He longed to be rid of the occasional lingering doubt once and for all. To allow the demon seed to fully possess him. To turn him. To be more than just an acolyte, but rather an ally in the true dark plan to pull down the veil separating the mortals from knowing all-consuming, blissful pleasure without hesitation or regret.

Asmodeus came into his minion’s ass. The demon seed burned and consumed more of Chris’ will (not that there was much left at this point).

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Chris stood. His cock was painfully erect. He could feel his Master’s seed coursing through his bloodstream, making him both horny and compliant.

“One final room. My namesake sin. Do not fail me.”

Chris nodded and left the room. Asmodeus turned his attention to Alexander and two of his minions.

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“My my, what have you brought me,” he said.

“His name is Buck, Master.”

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Stanton Phillips heard the knock at the door and immediately started to throw a boner. ‘Bout time that bitch got here. He planned to give his press secretary June Myers the rutting of her life. She’d be lucky if he didn’t crush her pelvis.

He opened the door and was shocked to find a blond guy standing there instead of the buxom red headed secretary.

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“Can I help you,” Stanton asked.

“Hotel maintenance. The fire detector in your room has a faulty wire and it’s triggering quite a few alarms at the front desk.”

“I am afraid this isn’t a good time for me. I’m expecting…”

The maintenance man walked right past him. “It won’t take but a minute.”

“See here…do you know who I am?”

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“Yeah, I know who you are. I know all about you, actually.”

The man was standing dangerously close to him now. Too close. He could smell the man’s musky scent. It seemed to flow right through his nose to his brain. He could almost lose himself in the smell. It would be so erotic to lick his armpits and…

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Stanton snapped out of the trance, pushing the disturbing images out of his mind. “I’m going to have to insist you leave.”

“But my dear Congressman, we’re just getting started,” the man said with a wicked smile. “So, Congressman, tell me why a politician such as yourself who ran on a campaign of family values is in a hotel room waiting for his female press secretary to arrive.”

Chris shut the door and locked it, thus blocking Stanton’s means of escape. “And, unless I’m wrong here, the condoms on the nightstand aren’t there for you to discuss this evening’s appearance on Fox News.”

Stanton grabbed his cell out of his pocket. “I’m calling the police.”

“They should have told you at check in. The whole place is a dead zone,”  Chris laughed, knocking the phone out of his hand and sending it sliding across the floor.

“You are a hypocrite. You act high and mighty, the bastion of piety when the cameras and microphones are on, but off the record you’re a different beast altogether. Isn’t that right, Congressman?”

“I don’t know what you…”

Chris backhanded the Congressman. “Valerie Wilkins. A page of all of 18 and she found out the hard way that you sometimes like it rough. You actually damaged her pelvis, do you know that? She can’t ever have kids, thanks to that huge dick of yours. Oh,  She still votes Republican, though. Even when you grab ‘em by the pussy, they can’t seem to pull the lever marked D. That’s how brainwashed her parents have made her. How her religion has made her. How the party has made her. How you have made her. You could slit her throat and she’d still marvel at what a Grand Old Party this is.”

“What is it you want? I can give you anything,” Stanton pleaded.

“I want you to give into your deepest, darkest desires and become the thing you despise the most,’ Chris said, suddenly kissing the Congressman.

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The Congressman forcibly pushed Chris away –but not before he lost himself for a moment and passionately kissed Chris back.

“Come on. Just give in,” the man said, lifting up his shirt to display his well-defined abs. “Just give into that piece of you that you have spent all these years keeping buried. You haven’t let it out since that night in the frat house when you raped your roommate after he passed out after that pledge week party. You’re a big boy and you made him bleed, but it felt so good just taking him, didn’t it?”

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“How could you possibly know…shut up! Just shut up!”

“You’re delaying the inevitable, Stanton. My scent has a way of weakening defenses and my essence is already on your lips and in your mouth. You’ll be begging for me soon enough, so why wait,” he asked, grabbing the Congressman’s tie with his teeth and pulling the man down on top of him. God help Stanton, but Stanton felt himself smile a goofy smile.

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The man continued to kiss Stanton until Stanton no longer felt like fighting.

“Time to suck away that nagging resistance,” the man said, tearing Stanton’s dress shirt open and attaching himself to Stanton’s nipple.

“Aw fuck, I can feel it.”

“Tell me what I’m doing, Stanton,” the man asked. “What is it you are feeling?”

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“You’re sucking my will power.”

“That’s right. Making you nice and docile so you don’t want to fight any more, isn’t that right?”

“Yessss.”

The man lowered Stanton’s slacks and underwear.

He took Stanton’s large cock into his mouth.

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“Making you my daddy,” the man said between slurps. “You’re so far gone, you’ll even reciprocate.”

“No, don’t make me do that. Don’t make me a cock sucker.”

Stanton could see that he had once again gained the upperhand. The man’s influence over him was weakening. The man shoved him onto his knees on the bed and then knelt in front of him and backed his ass up over his face. The smell from the man’s ass was truly intoxicating.

“Get a good whiff. That’s the seed of my Master Asmodeus. Not even you can resist that.”

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God help Stanton, but the man was right. The funky, musky spooge was the most amazing thing he had ever smelled. He had to taste it. He stuck out his tongue and furiously mined the man’s ass for all of the demon seed. He felt it burn through his bloodstream and into his brain.

“Mmmm, that’s my good daddy.”

“Yes, I’m your good daddy,” Stenton replied.

The man slowly turned over onto his back. “Why don’t you show your boy just how good and obedient of a daddy you really are?”

With the lust demon’s seed coursing through his veins, Stenton was powerless to resist and took the man’s cock into his mouth. He was a good daddy. Good daddies obeyed. Good daddies took care of their boys and their needs.

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It didn’t take long for the man to baptism Stanton in his new religion. As the man pumped what seemed to be a quart of half-demon cum down his throat, Stanton gave himself fully over to the pleasure and came without touching himself.

The man spent the rest of the night schooling Stanton in the ways of their Lord Asmodeus. Stanton had his hole stretched; the man’s cock rubbing up against his prostate was nothing short of divine. He returned the favor and dumped a load up the man’s ass. If there was any sadness, it was over not embracing this part of himself sooner.

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Later that evening, when he was finally taken to the Master, he freely gave himself to Asmodeus, crying tears of joy as the demon entered him and possessed him fully. His Master had a plan and Stanton would play a special part in it. As the Congressman erupted with his umpteenth load of the night, he now lusted in carrying out the Master’s plan no matter what.

The Master allowed the man –whom Stanton later learned was called Christopher Chadwick– to accompany Stanton back to Washington. Stanton’s first official act was calling a meeting.

“Vice President Pence, Congressman Ryan, allow me to introduce you to my new aide, Christopher Chadwick. He’s been most instrumental in helping me see things in a new way,” Stanton said with a smile, locking his office door and unfastening his tie.  

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Change, it seemed, was finally about to come to Washington.

drone76:

Something kinda odd was going on next door.
Kyle had never actually officially met his neighbor. He seemed nice enough – he’d wave shyly if they were both putting their garbage out at the same time, and he kept his part of the sidewalk neatly shoveled in the winter. They were both the youngest on their street, both 23. Kyle was a very attractive, extremely masculine/hairy man, secretly gay though and wondered if his neighbor was as well, who was handsome as well . Oddly, Kyle never saw his neighbor leave the house.
He assumed he worked from home. Some kind of agoraphobe, maybe? Getting all his stuff on amazon, all his meals delivered, barely ever setting foot outside? Maybe it wasn’t that bad, but Kyle certainly never saw him leave. Kind of sad, really.
But then how did you explain the guys?
Kyle only started paying attention about three weeks ago, and in that time, he’d seen no fewer than seven men go into the house next door. They walked down the street with these odd, distracted looks on their faces always. They looked like their minds were elsewhere as they walked down the street, pausing only when the reached the house. They’d ring the bell, gaze never leaving the front door, staring blankly ahead. It’d open, and they’d vanish inside.
They always stayed for quite a long time – overnight more than once. They left with the same glassy, blank looks on their faces and walked almost robotically away, more so each time.
Every one of them had been very attractive and masculine like Kyle and yet looked 18-25 years old. Every one of them had sexy clothes, shorts, workout outfits or looked like stoners or even hipsters sometimes. What on earth where they doing there?
Kyle considered for a while that maybe they were prostitutes or escorts. Some service his neighbor was using, ordering dates on the internet. He ran with that theory for a while, until the other day, when he’d spotted one of them inside the house.
He’d been washing the dishes, and just happened to look out the window, and – well, no, that wasn’t true. Kyle had been snooping. He had seen the guy go in – a tall, tan dark blond surfer looking guy, thick stubble and short hair, with an empty stare. Kyle tried to see where he went as the guy headed inside, but the door closed before he could see anything.
Then, while he was washing dishes, he spotted the handsome blond stud again. Kyle could just see in the window of the neighbor’s house. Just enough to see the blond stud sitting on the couch. He was looking at something – the TV, maybe? And he was talking? His face looked odd – completely slack and inexpressive – but his mouth was moving. It looked like he was talking in his sleep, except his eyes were totally open staring at the television set. He was moving, too. Kyle couldn’t see what he was doing, but his arm or hand was definitely moving.
And that’s all he could make out. Eventually, the guy got up, went elsewhere, and Kyle didn’t see him again until he left.
What the hell did what Kyle saw, mean?
Three days later another guy showed up. He was even taller, a grungy but uber handsome scruffy skater looking guy who was probably only 19 but looked much older. He walked up to the house with the same odd blank precision Kyle had come to expect.
As soon as the guy was inside, Kyle dashed to the kitchen, hoping to catch another glimpse, maybe see more than he saw last time. And he did.
The curtains were open wider next door, so Kyle could see everything. He could see the guy sit down, pull his shirt off and then pants down, and spread his extremely hairy legs. He could see him lean back on the couch, eyes wide and completely vacant, as he reached down and began playing with himself. But most of all, he could see the TV very clearly now.
It looked at first like it was simply showing a plain, bright white screen. The guy was staring blankly at it, and his mouth started moving. Like he was talking. Reciting. Repeating?
Kyle looked closer, and the bright glare began to resolve into swirling colors. Pinks and yellows, some green around the edges. They shifted and moved in a way that was kind of disorienting. Then, suddenly, the colors seemed to flex, bending back and inward, yanking Kyle forward. It was like he was falling into the screen, even all the way from his own kitchen next door.
The faint colors weren’t so faint anymore. They were vibrant and sharp. Spinning, spiraling tendrils of electric blue and purple and pink and red, metaphorically sharp enough for Kyle to cut himself on it seemed. He lost all sense of peripheral vision – the screen was all he saw.
He felt himself shift in place, clenching his manly hairy legs together in his shorts. He realized, strangely, that he was leaking in his pants but did not care or think about that or anything else.
Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He didn’t know what he intended to say, but felt like he should be saying something? Should be… repeating something. It was the oddest sensation.
He realized he was grinding his hips against the kitchen counter rhythmically. He didn’t stop at all when he realized this consciously.
He thought about the skater on the couch, sitting there, playing with himself and reciting. He wondered what he was saying not thinking about anything else. That’s what he should be saying, he realized. One of his hands hand found its way down to his shorts, unzipped his shorts and started stroking. He pictured himself sitting there next to him, both of them with their sexy hairy legs spread, both of them endlessly droning the same mysterious phrases on and on. The idea made him leak even more.
Kyle imagined himself walking dreamily over to the house next door, face vacant and unaware as all the other guys he’d seen.
He imagined himself waiting at the door, unmoving, unthinking, blank, needing more brainwashing, already almost empty. He imagined sitting in front of the TV, being brainwashed. He imagined what must come after that which was clearly total enslavement and mindlessness like was his new life’s purpose.
His elbow bumped something off the counter as he played with himself. Whatever it was fell to the floor and loudly shattered. Kyle did not even notice this.
Kyle was going to do it, he realized. As soon as he could break away from the screen. Eventually it’d turn off, and the guy in the house would go do something else. Kyle, now permanently mindless and empty, would walk out of his house, shorts unzipped, shirtless, fingers sticky and wet, and walk to his neighbor’s door, and ring the bell. He’d stand and wait. He’d come in. He’d follow him to the TV. He’d sit. He’d recite. He’d touch. He’d obey. He’d be further brainwashed and then reprogrammed into who and what his neighbor wanted, this time a dumb hairy trim and defined jock who would almost permanently be shirtless to show off his extremely hairy chest. He’d completely surrender his mind and old self. The old Kyle would be gone.
He didn’t have any choice in the matter.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light.
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; I had to stop for the night.

Hotel Part VI: Gluttony
Chris Chadwick was looking forward to ended his shift at the small boutique hotel where he worked as the front desk clerk. The job came with some unexpected perks in the form of non-stop fucking and there was nothing Chris liked better after being on his feet for a 12 hour shift that stripping down, grabbing his legs and letting one of the many attractive male guests assault his hole.

There was occasionally a nagging voice in his head telling him that he didn’t use to be this way, but once he felt a hard cock make connection with his prostate, that voice was quelled for a day or two. Maybe longing if it was a good dicking.

He was about to knock on the door of Room P, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was less than thrilled about being delayed in his quest to have the itch in his ass scratched, but any anger melted away when he turned to see Master Asmodeus.

“Prepare room G. I’m expecting new guests. Only then can your hole be filled,” the demon demanded.

“Yes, my Lord,” Chris said, his hunger to be fucked replaced by the need to obey. He used his skeleton key to open the door to room G and placed two water bottles on each side of the bed and then closed the door and waited at the front desk.

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Jed Ellis yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Buck, I can’t keep my eyes open any more, we’re going to need to stop for the night,” he said to his friend.

Lance Corporal Buck Tierney looked over at his best bud since the first grade, Jed Ellis.

“Six months out of the military and you can’t keep up with the big boys, I get it,” Buck teased him.

“I think I saw a small motel an exit back, I’m going to do a u-turn.”

Buck nodded in agreement.

The pair did virtually everything together, including enlisting. Jed had gotten himself injured in a late night raid of an Afghan village and been sent home six months before their tour of duty was up.

It had proved quite fortuitous for the pair.  The raid had been on the home of a suspected drug lord and since Ellis and Tierney were the only surviving members of their six-member squad, Though Jed was initially against it, Buck was able to talk his friend into smuggling back to the States the four kilos of heroin they had found in the raid. After all, there was no way Customs would search a wounded and decorated war hero.

It had netted the pair over half a million.  It was more money than either man had ever seen and it enabled them to give into every craven desire they had. Jed had picked him up at the airport and, again at Buck’s suggestion, the pair had driven straight to Vegas, where they spent a week filled with booze, women and gambling.

Thanks to Buck’s ability to count cards, the pair had actually netted a small profit, thus adding to their ill-gotten gains. The pair planned to use the money to further indulge in their every whim and fantasy. Their hunger seemed to know no bounds.

Jed knew they needed to sleep at some point, though. He pulled into the parking lot of the small hotel.

“Welcome to the Hotel California,” Buck sung, pointing to the hotel’s sign.

Jed didn’t want to admit it, but the name did creep him out. Much like the song from the Eagles did. He glanced at the exterior of the building. It seemed surprisingly nice for not being a chain hotel and at this point he was too tired to drive however longer he would need to in order to find another place to crash for the night.

Another ominous sign: the front desk clerk seemed to be slightly miffed and in a hurry to be some place else.

“I am afraid I only have the one room available. It has a single queen bed, but I’ll give it to you both at half-off plus the military discount,” the clerk said.

Jed did the math in his head. The room would cost them less than $50 for the night.

“I don’t know about sharing a bed, dude,” Buck said. “You snore.”

“And you fart in your sleep. It’s 50 bucks and I am wiped. I say we take it.”

Buck relented, paid the clerk and the clerk showed them to their room.

As they were being led to their room, Jed saw another room door open and he met eyes briefly with the man.

“Just checking in,” the man asked. Jed found he couldn’t look away. 

“Yeah,” Jed said. It was as if the man’s eyes were drawing him down.

“You’ll enjoy your stay here,” he said with a wink and then closed his door.

“I will enjoy my stay here,” Jed said before quickly adjusted his semi-woody in his jeans and then catching up with his mate and the hotel clerk as the clerk led them to their room.

“There’s complimentary water on the side of the bed. The TV features several premium cable and adult movie channels –also complimentary. Continental breakfast in the lobby beginning at 7 a.m. Can I get you gentlemen anything else,” the clerk asked.

“Free water, breakfast and porn? Naw, I think we’re good for now,” Buck said, showing the clerk to the door.

Jed twisted the cap off one of the bottles of water and handed it to Buck. For some reason, it was important that he get Buck to drink the water.

Buck looked at the water in his hand and then glanced back at Jed.

“It’s important to stay hydrated,” Jed said in a far-away voice. He twisted the cap off his own bottle and quickly chugged its contents down.

As Bud continued to drink his water, Jed reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

“I thought you were tired,” Buck said, taking another sip.

“TV will help us both relax,” Jed said as he channel surfed.

He stopped on a channel where a big-boobed blonde was getting fucked from behind.

“Shit, don’t you ever get enough,” Buck asked with a grin as he finished his water. “You banged six strippers in Vegas. I’m surprised your balls haven’t shriveled up.”

Buck tried to get up to head to the bathroom so Jed could have some privacy, but he fell back down on the bed.

“We’ve both been roofied,” Jed said with a smile on his face as the image on the TV screen quickly morphed into a green spiral.

Buck could feel the drugs coursing through his system. He couldn’t move or speak. All he could do was ride the wave of drug-induced euphoria. He looked over at Jed. Jed’s mind was gone. He had a goofy grin and was drooling. He could also see the spiral reflected in Jed’s eyes

“You want to concentrate on that spot in the middle of the big, beautiful green spiral,” Jed said, turning his commanding officer’s head back to the TV.

“Concentrate on the middle,” Buck replied. 

Words flashed –too quickly for him to comprehend.

The spiral was sucking him in. Relax. Sure, he should just relax. It had been a four hour drive for Vegas and he should relax.

Obey? Buck couldn’t think of a reason not to. The spiral continued to spin. It was a whirlpool of captivating, green pleasure; spinning, spinning, spinning. And it was sucking him straight in and Goddamn if it didn’t feel wonderful. Of course he would obey.

Stroke? That sounded like a great idea. Buck wondered for a second if he should be rubbing his dick through his camos while his best bud was sitting next to him on the bed, but his best bud was doing the same thing. It was just two guys massaging their dicks through their pants.

“Concentrate. Listen. Watch the spiral. Watch it closely,” Jed said as he turned Buck to face the screen again.

Buck sighed. It felt good to rub his dick through his pants. He should be weirded out doing it in front of Jed, but Jed was his best bud. He’d understand. It felt so good. 

An image of a man appeared in the middle of the spiral.

Buck felt himself sigh. Damn, the man was beautiful. What the fuck? Where had that thought come from? Buck was 100 percent straight and never once had looked at a guy in a sexual way. Still, the guy had an awesome body and was sporting a nice piece of meat. Buck subconsciously licked his lips.

Strip for him?   Buck wasn’t sure about that. Jeb had no problem, however and was quickly sitting back in just his underwear. He looked damn comfortable, too. Buck quickly stripped off his uniform.

“Yeah, that’s it, bud,” Jeb said as he stroked his own hard-on through his underwear. “Relax. And concentrate. Relax and concentrate on the spiral. Watch it closely.”

Of course, it made perfect sense. He needed to be totally naked. Buck stripped off his yellow bikini briefs. His dick snapped against his six-pack abs, causing him to shake with pleasure. He was stroking his cock in time to the flash of the words and Buck couldn’t think of anything that could feel any better than this.

That is, until he felt Jed push his own hand off his dick and start stroking.

“Help a fellow marine out,” Jed said. Buck reached over and started stroking his best bud. He truly loved him as a brother and would do anything for him. He was glad to lend a helping hand.

His eyes were drawn into the center of the spiral.Though merely a black dot, to his drugged-addled mind, he realized it looked like the bud of an asshole twitching with a hunger and longing. Twitching. He felt his own hole twitch in response.

Finger? Buck didn’t understand the command.

“You need to be open to the spiral and open to the voice,” Jed said, spreading his own legs wide to demonstrate. So hot and sexy to be so open. You were made for sex,” he continued. He placed Bud’s finger over Bud’s hole and Bud finally realized what the spiral was commanding.

Buck traced a circle around his hole and had to admit, his hole did feel sexy. He continued to play with his hole, eventually plunging one finger at first, then another. The invasion sent wave after wave of pleasure through him, but it seemed to only inflame his lust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more in his hole.

“Stand up and bend over,” Jed said in a commanding voice. He hesitated. Jed slapped his face and repeated the order.

Buck had always called the shots. It was his idea to steal the drugs and sell them. It was his idea to go to Vegas. It was his idea to gamble and fuck a half-dozen strippers one right after the other.

It had not been his idea to stop at the hotel. Or drink the water. Or watch TV. Or do anything else the spiral had commanded. Jed was now in charge and Buck couldn’t think of anything else other than giving into him. He stood up and bent over the bed.

He had buried his head into the bed as Jed thrust into his ass. Jed pulled his head by his hair.

Jed was showing his ass no mercy. Why was Buck letting his best bud fuck his ass? 

“What the fuck,” Buck asked suddenly, startling Jed. Jed slapped his ass. 

“Don’t take your fucking eyes off that screen as I make you my bitch,” Jed said, turning his own gaze back to the spiral.

Jed was claiming him with every thrust. He could feel Jed literally fucking his brains out. And it felt so good.

He felt Jed pull out and then volley after volley of cum rained down on his back and ass.

“More. More,” he begged as he continued to jack his own cock. He would never again be able to say no because he knew neither of their passions would ever be truly satiated.

Jed plunged back into his ass and turned to look back at the screen. Both men continued to receive their orders and now had a new purpose in life: to serve and pleasure their Master Asmodeus. 

There he stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself ‘This could be heaven or this could be hell.’

Hotel Part V: Sloth

Alexander stared at the beautiful, blue spiral that spun in the minimized window on his computer. Even now, after weeks of staring at it, he felt himself becoming lost more and more to it. All will gone until he was only too happy and too willing to debase himself.

It made Andrew so very hard. Painfully hard. His Master Asmodeus only allowed him release when Alexander advanced His Master’s plans.

He felt his dick burp out a little cock snot as his eyes drifted to the other window.  It was from the close-circuit camera he had set up earlier in one of the unoccupied rooms of the small boutique hotel. That, along with the modified flat-screen TV that he had placed in the room, was essentially the trap Alexander had set. And now, like a spider admiring his own webwork while waiting for his prey, Alexander waited.

And occasionally stroked his dick through his blue briefs.

He did not have to wait too long.

Pete had “borrowed” his step-mom’s car and drove with his best mate Jack over six-hours to get to Comic Con. They arrived to find the host hotel had overbooked, leading the two 19 year-olds to seek refuge at the only hotel with an available room –a small boutique hotel some 20 minutes away from the convention center.

They had come too far to turn back around. Plus, Pete didn’t exactly relish the punishment waiting back at home for him. Taking the car without permission and liberating over $1,000 from his dad’s wall safe.

His dad had actually suggested he put down the game controller, get off the couch and get a job if he wanted to go to Comic Con so bad. His step-mom Janice didn’t work and the old man practically gave her anything and everything she asked for.

“Nope,” Pete thought to himself as he parked the Prius in the hotel parking lot, “the old-man owed him this much.”

Video games and Comic Con were the only things Pete cared about. Jack’s mom had even made the teens several outfits. He couldn’t wait to get to the convention to show off his Cosplay skills.

“Did you see that blond clerk at the front desk,” Jack asked as he wheeled his carry-on bag down the hallway towards their room for the weekend. “He seemed totally out of it. Like he was in a daze or something.”

“You know Californians…probably smoking a bowl in between check-ins,” Pete said, unlocking the door to their room.

“Shit, there’s only one bed,” Pete added with a goofy grin.

“We’ll take turns sleeping on the floor. It’s just for the weekend,” Jack said, heading into the bathroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then change.”

“Ash and Pikachu today, Batman and Joker tomorrow, right,” Pete said, tossing Jack a blue vest and red baseball cap.

Jack closed the bathroom door and Pete laid out his outfit for the day on the bed. A yellow shirt and pants and a matching cap that bore the face of the famous Pokemon character. The custom hat made the outfit and Jack’s mom had really outdone herself.

He took off his shirt. Suddenly, the wall-mounted TV in the room turned on. Pete turned his attention to it just as flashed and emitted a piercing noise. It literally caused Pete to freeze in place.

The sound seemed to be calibrating to his own brainwaves. Pete could feel it seeping into his mind, turning his thoughts to mush. Finally, the TV fell silent. Pete now heard a voice in his head as a spiral danced on the screen.

“We are going to play a game and you are going to sit back and watch like you always do. Your hands may occasionally move, but you won’t take your eyes off the screen and your hands will move as if on their own. Just like when you are playing a video game. Nod if you understand.”

Pete found himself nodding to the beautiful voice in his head. Of course. This was just like a video game. The kind of game that he spend hours mindlessly playing.

“Good boy. You are going to want to keeping staring at the pretty spiral and listening to the voice in your head. Isn’t that right, boy,” the commanding voice in Pete’s head asked.

“Yesssss.”

“The spiral is sapping your thoughts and it’s making you so horny.”

“So horny,” Pete blissfully repeated; his right hand had mindlessly begun to paw at his erection through his jeans.

“You have always responded to strength, to control. You have always responded to it and now it is time to feel it. It is time to feel it through every inch of your body. You are going to feel me taking control, of your body, of you, of who and what you are. You are going to begin feeling it now. STRIP.”

Pete quickly removed all of his clothes but his underwear, never once losing sight of the TV screen and its beautiful spiral.

“Good boy. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. STROKE.”

Pete jacked his cock up and down a single time.

“Feel your will power and resistance fade with every stroke. STROKE.”

Pete bit his lip. The pleasure was so intense. He wanted to stop. He could feel his brain literally leak out with every stroke. It felt so good.

“I’m going to count from five to one and when I reach one, you will come and belong to me. Nod if you understand.”

Pete found himself nodding once again.

“Five. AND STROKE. Feel me stripping away your self control, stripping away your mind. Feel my words taking charge, taking control. They are more important than your own desires, than your own needs. You simply must obey.”

“Must obey,” Pete said as he jacked his cock. It had begun to leak a bit.

“Four. AND STROKE. Feel your obedience growing. My commands simply must be obeyed. Obedience is pleasure and your mind cannot struggle against them. You exist to serve. You exist to obey.”

“Exist to serve…exist to obey,” Pete repeated as he continued to slide his right hand up and down his shaft.

“Three. AND STROKE. Feel yourself give into me. So easy to let your mind slip and just obey.”

“Just obey,” Pete repeated.  

“Two. AND STROKE. You know you are close to spilling your seed and with it your will power.
There is no choice in this matter. You have no way to fight this. Your body has been taken from you as has your mind and very soon there will only be oblivion, oblivion from which you exist to serve and obey my words, whatever it may command. You get no choice. You simply serve and obey. Serve and obey.”

Pete began to drool. He needed release. He needed to serve and obey. He stroked faster and faster. It seemed like an eternity until his master finally uttered that glorious word.

“ONE. Cum for me, boy. CUM

Pete shot his thick load all over the bedspread. He was only too happy to lick it up when his Master commanded it. He laid back on the bed and continued to watch the screen. He needed to deepen his conditioning.

“Duuude, what the fuck,” Jack said as he came out of the bathroom dressed in his Ash costume. “Do that shit in the shower. And hurry it up. We gotta get to the convention center.”

Pete smiled what could only be described as a creepy smile. He couldn’t wait to play this new game with his best mate. He leaped off the bed and grabbed his friend, forcing him onto the bed.

“Dude, what the fuck has got into you? Get off of me.”

“It’s a new game, you are going to love it,” Pete said, forcibly turning his friend’s head towards the TV screen.

“Look at the spiral, Jack. Yesssss, that’s it. The beautiful blue spiral.  You must obey the spiral, obey master and play the game,” Pete said.

“What game? Dude let go of…” Jack’s voice fell silent as his eyes met the images on screen.

Pete watched with both a sense of pride and arousal as his friendly slowly succumbed to the voice of their Master as he played the “game.”

Jack stripped off his clothes and sat on the bed, stroking his cock as the voice ordered him to. It didn’t take Jack to long to cum.

“Time to level up, bro,” Pete said, climbing on the bed. He watched as Jack mindlessly swallowed his hard dick.

They moved into a 69, slobbering on each other’s hard members just as the voice instructed them to. As hard as they tried to bring the other over past the point of no return, neither could cum. Not until they reached level four.

Pete reached into the bedside table and pulled out a flesh-colored dildo. He handed it to Jack.

“Level three, bro,”  Pete said.

Jack calmly turned on his stomach. He needed to get to the next level. With a hunger he had never known before today, Jack thrust the rubber cock into his quivering hole.

“Ummmmmm, level three,” Jack said, losing himself to the pleasure of the anal assault.

After about five minutes of loosening himself up, Jack pulled out the dildo and slid to the end of the bed.

“Level four,” he said, grabbing his legs and spreading his ass for his friend.

Jack willed himself to relax and let his friend’s dick into his tight, twink ass as he knew they would only be able to reach level four together.

Pete thrust about ten times into Jack’s tight hole before he felt Jack’s assring clamp down on his cock and milk him. It was enough to send them both over the edge. Jack shot his load all over his abs while Pete blasted Jack’s anal walls with his ball juice.

The comic con all but forgotten, the pair kissed. It was far from game over. Asmodeus had more levels to show them and they were only too eager to play.

Mirrors on the ceiling. Pink champagne on ice.
We are all just prisoners here of our own device.

Hotel Part IV Envy

It had been a colossal fuck up. That’s how Patrick McIntosh had explained it to his two groomsmen. The Best Western was over booked and the wedding party was short exactly one room. And since Chet Brenner and Seamus O’Brien were the only single guys in the wedding party, Patrick asked them if they wouldn’t mind staying across town at this little boutique hotel that just happened to have a single room available.

“It will be like that time we had to share a room on spring break,” Chet said enthusiastically.

Perhaps it was a sense of Irish Catholic guilt, but something was nagging Seamus about the whole mess.

Chet’s enthusiasm didn’t wane when he saw the room that Patrick had put them up in.

“Dude, this is posh,” he said jumping on the one bed. He pulled the soft down cover around him. “Definite upgrade from the Best Western.”

“This just doesn’t feel right,” Seamus said, shutting the door and storing his roll-on in the tiny closet for the room door.

“You worry too much. Nothing wrong about these sheets, dude. This is 800 thread count. My ex-girlfriend had sheets like these.”

“Do you smell that,” Seamus asked, loosening the black tie of his tux.

“Yeah, that’s the smell of a clean hotel. Not a Best Western,” Chet said with a laugh.

“Naw. It’s kind of woodsy and sort of musky. I’m going to call down to the front desk.”

“Duuuuude. Take this as the gift that it is and relax.”

But it was too late, Seamus had already run the front desk.

“So, what did they say,” Chet asked.

“They’re sending someone down. He suggested turning on the air for now.” Seamus walked over to the unit by the window and turned it on. Cool air began to blow through the room.

The air didn’t seem to impact the smell at all. If anything, it seemed to make it worse. Seamus sat in the chair by the window, still wearing a concerned look.

“I think he knows,” Seamus said.

“Who?”

“Patrick. I think he knows I banged his fiancee,” Seamus said.

“Don’t be stupid. If he knew, would he invite you to stand in his wedding? Besides, the dude has everything. Great life, great job, smoking hot babe. You need to get over it.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Besides,” Chet said leaning in. “It’s not like you’re the only one who banged her.”

“You?”

“I hit that shit hard. Bam! No regrets, baby. No regrets. It ain’t coveting thy neighbor’s wife if he hasn’t put a ring on it. Am I right?”

“Grow up, Chet,” Seamus said, getting up to answer the knock at the door.

He opened the door.

“Maintenance. I’m Alexander. You called about a smell,” the man in the blue t-shirt said.

“Come on in,” Seamus said, closing the door behind him and returning to his chair.

The maintenance guy did a cursory look at the air conditioning unit.

“I don’t see anything wrong with the unit,” Alex said.

“You can’t smell that,” Seamus asked?

“It does smell a little funky in here,” Chet added.

“Really? I think it smells just fine. Take a deep breath in.”

Alex watched as Chet followed his orders. Since he had been sitting on the bed which Alex had soaked with his mind-numbing pheromones, he went down easy. Alex grew a boner when he saw Chet’s eyes glaze over.

“S-S-smells just fine,” Chet said.

“Are you both fucking nuts? It seems to have gotten worse since you came in here,” Seamus said, attempting to get up.

Alex quickly removed his shirt and shoved it in Seamus’ face as he forced him back down into the chair.

“That’s it. Just breath it in. Let your mind go blank.”

Seamus struggled to breath and tried in vain to remove the shirt covering his mouth and nose. The pungent, slightly sweet, but musky smell was making it hard to thinking. Making it hard to…making him hard.

Alex pulled the shirt away to admire his work.

“Now, boys. I want you to listen very carefully to me. You can do that, can’t you? Just keeping breathing in and out, in and out. Let your mind go numb. The smell is so intoxicating. You don’t mind it at all any more, do you.”

“Noooo,” Seamus and Chet said in unison.

“Good boys. Just keep breathing in and let yourself go. Completely submit. It feels so good to obey.”

Alex watched with smug satisfaction as the two straight boys fell under his spell. Both were showing hard ons. He continued with his conquest to break them.

“All those years chasing all that tail. Trying to one up each other. So envious of anyone else’s happiness because you both couldn’t find happiness of your own. I can help you reach that state of blissful happiness that has eluded you. You can feel yourself succumb to my intoxicating scent. You just want to listen to my words. Obey my words. Become so mindless. So obedient. So, so very happy.”

Alex heard the familiar PING sound that told him that Chet’s mind was completely his. Chet wore a goofy grin and had begun drooling. Seamus was still fighting for control, though.

“Your friend looks like he’s fighting being happy. You want to help him become happy just like you, don’t you boy?”

“Make Seamus happy,” Chet said.

Alex helped Seamus to his feet and walked him over to the bed. He put his shirt back over Seamus’ face. Seamus moaned.

“All the ladies said you were so good with your tongue, Chet. Show Seamus how good you are. Make him happy.”

Chet obediently opened Seamus’ pants and fished out his cock. An hour ago, Chet would have been repulsed by the thought of sucking his best friend’s dick. Now, he was grabbing Seamus’ ass to thrust his 9 inch cock all the way into the back of his throat.

The combination of Alex’s shirt being held on his face and Chet’s mouth on his cock brought Seamus over with a PING. His mind melted away as he came into his best friend’s mouth.

“I think you can do better than he did, Seamus. Go on. Make Chet envious of your oral skills.”

Seamus sucked Chet’s dick in one swift move, determined to show Chet that he possessed the better skills. He swirled his tongue down the shaft and over the sensitive tip, but Chet seemed to be willing himself not to enjoy it as much as Seamus had. There was another way he could prove his superior tongue action.

Seamus quickly flipped Chet on all fours in a move that both startled and turned Chet on. He pushed the twin globes of Chet’s ass apart and thrust his tongue deep into Chet’s chute. Chet shook with pleasure.

“Yeah, eat my boy pussy,” Chet encouraged.

Seamus’ tongue was driving Chet wild. He finally understood why chick’s like to have their boxes eaten out. But Chet’s tongue was only able to go so far and Chet had a deeper itch that needed to be scratched.

“Lie down on the bed,” he told Seamus.

He sat down on Seamus’ crotch rocket in one full swoop.

“Fuuuucccck,” Seamus said. Chet’s ass was tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. He settled in and proceeded to give Chet the best fuck of both of their lives. He could think of nothing else other than dominating any bottom boys and fucking them into submission.

Seamus’ dick seemed to be hitting a magic button in his ass. Jolts of pleasure shot through Chet’s body with each and every thrust. He’d never want anything more than to be a slutty bottom boy.
He blasted his load on Seamus’ leg as he felt Seamus’ cock expand and shoot a load up his ass.

“Well done, boys. I think you’ve earned your uniforms,” Alex said. “Put them on. You’re never going to want to wear anything else. Just think at how jealous you’ll make the other boys.”

Both Chet and Seamus quickly stripped and put on the tighty whities. 

Alex unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock and both mindless boys eagerly sank to their knees, determined to make the other green with envy.