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His mind is Tiffany-twisted; he’s got a Mercedes Benz.
He’s got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that he calls friends.

Hotel Part III -Greed
“Sorry man, can’t do an out today,” Alexander said to his client on the phone.  “Take a long lunch and come out this way. It’s a little boutique hotel. Very discreet. I’ll throw in some of that 100 year-old scotch you like and my buddy will join in for free.”

Alexander’s john, Preston Bennington III, was used to getting what he wanted. Driven to succeed since his wealthy parents cut off his trust fund after they found out he was gay, Preston literally clawed his way back up both the financial and social ladders. A ruthless hedge fund manager, his hunger for acquiring power, wealth and status knew no bounds.  

More than anything right now, he wanted to fuck the shit out of Alexander’s tight little ass again. His 10-inch dick was getting hard just thinking about it.

“Text me the address,” he said.

“Will do. I’ll leave a key at the desk for you. Let yourself in and help yourself to a glass. I’ll pick up my buddy and be right over.”

“Don’t keep me waiting, boi,” Preston said, before abruptly hanging up and then telling his personal assistant Janet to cancel his afternoon meetings.

He put the top down on his Mercedes and headed to the address Alexander had texted to him.

Truth be told, he was surprised to hear back from Alexander after their first encounter. Preston had spent the better part of an afternoon savagely fucking Alexander in a Midtown hotel. Alexander had cried out from the pain of Preston thrusting his full 10 inches up Alexander’s chute without any lube whatsoever. Preston had merely held him down and continued to rape his ass despite Alexander’s pleas to go slow.  Preston responded by pulling Alexander by the ears and thrusting even deeper still.  The boi needed to know his place.

Alexander wasn’t the first whore Preston had treated this way, nor would he be the last. Preston had bartered for a service and would extract that service as he saw fit. A part of him got off from the sense of power it gave him. The world was full of Alexanders who would willingly subject themselves to such abuse for a few hundred dollars.

Preston adjusted his cock as he pulled into a parking spot at the small hotel. The teen at the front desk was quick to fetch his key.

Preston couldn’t help but stare at the muscular blond boy’s ass as he led him to the room.

“The room has been prepared per Mr. Alexander’s instructions,” the lad said, leading Preston into the tastefully decorated white room. “Help yourself to the 100 year-old scotch. Mr. Alexander and company should be along shortly.  Let me know if I can be of further SERVICE,” the teen said with a wink. He haned Preston the room key and held his hand a bit longer than needed.  

He left Preston alone to survey the room. It wasn’t quite as high-end as he was used to, but it had a certain Bohemian charm to it. A large, white leather headboard was the focal point of the room, flanked on both sides by two black iron screens. He poured himself a glass of the scotch and sat on the bed.

He took a sip from the drink and felt its warmth wash over him. He looked at his watch and smiled. For every minute the boi kept him waiting, there would be a punishment that Preston would only all to willingly extract from Alexander’s ass.

He was almost disappointed when he heard the knock at the door.

“It’s open.”

Alexander entered with his pal behind him.

“Sir, this is Mack. Mack: this is Sir,” Alex said.

“Good boi, you remember,” Preston said with a smile. He quickly sized up his new plaything. Mack seemed a little bit green to hustling.

“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you Mack,” he asked the lad. The lad couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“No, Sir.”

“You’ll find him very willing to try new things, won’t he, Mack,” Alex quickly added.

“Yes. I’m willing to try new things,” Mack replied.

If Preston didn’t know any better, he would have thought Mack’s reply was slightly robotic.

“I hope the scotch is to your liking,” Alexander asked as he pulled Mack’s shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. 

Preston looked at the glass, surprised that he had already consumed most of its contents.

“Freshen up the Master’s glass,” Alexander said, nudging Mack. Mack grabbed the glass and walked over to the bar.

Alexander removed his shirt and sat on the bed. Preston grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a kiss.

Mack returned with the refreshed drink and handed it to him.

“Before we get started, why don’t you take a nice big swig of that scotch,” Alexander ordered.

Preston brought the glass to his lips.

“That’s it. Take a manly gulp for me. Show me who’s boss,” Alexander said, goading him.

Preston finished the glass and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

“Looks like somebody’s empty. Mack, refill the Master’s glass,” Alexander ordered and Mack quickly moved to comply.

Preston began to object, but Alexander planted his lips on Preston’s mouth and began to kiss him with a hunger that surprised Preston.

Mack handed Preston the drink and sat on the bed next to Alexander.

“Be a good boi, drink your scotch and watch us make out,” Alexander said, tipping the glass to Preston’s lips. “You can jack your cock if you want, but no cumming.”

Preston had to admit, it was kind of hot seeing Alexander order Mack around. Mack still didn’t seem to be as into the make out session as Alexander was. It was as if Mack was holding back and Alexander was breaking down his resistance.

Preston took another sip and felt his own resistance fading.

“Take another big gulp and I’ll have Macky do a sexy dance for you,” Alexander egged Preston on.

Preston complied and could feel his brain go numb. He smiled a dumb smile.

Mack rose from the bed and began to dance.

“He’ll only take his pants off if he sees that it’s making you hard,” Alexander explained.

“So hard,” Preston said.

“Pull your pants down for me, then.”

Preston knew he was slowly losing control of the situation, but there was no denying he was turned on by it. His hands seemed to move on their own and he pushed his slacks and silk boxers down.

“Take another sip and watch Macky reward you.”

Preston could have sworn he had drank its contents, but the tumbler was again full. He took a big gulp and watched Mack slide his jeans down.

“Such a himbo,” Alexander whispered into Preston’s ears. “So hot. So sexy. You want to be just like him.”

“Just like him.”

“Macky: get hard and bring that big old cock over here. I wanna suck it,” Alexander ordered.

Mack stepped out of his jeans and underwear and knelt on the bed.

“See how hard he is just from obeying,” Alexander asked as he began to suck his friend’s cock. Preston was lost in a daze, watching Alexander deepthroat the dick and wishing it was his dick that Alexander was chowing down on.

Alexander came up for air. “Wasn’t that hot? Take another gulp and we’ll have Marky go down on you. Won’t that be fun?”

Preston nearly shook as he took another gulp of the seemingly bottomless tumbler of scotch and felt Mack’s lips on his cock.

“Fucking suck it,” he said.

“Can you feel it,” a demonic, unseen voice said. “Can you feel him suck your brains out your cock? You’re getting dumber by the minute, but it feels too good. You don’t want to stop.”

It was true. He could feel a piece of his essence flowing from his brain down to his cock and out into Mack’s mouth. And it felt like heaven.

“Cocky and arrogant King of Wall Street. Taking you down, down down. Gonna make you a dumb cumslut. Won’t that be so hot?”

“…soooo hawt,” Preston answered, drooling.

“Have a final round,” Alexander said, handing the glass to Preston as Mack got on all fours on the bed.

“Mack’s going to give you his cherry and you’re going to feel your brains leak out your cock when you cum,” the unseen voice added.  “Begin.”

Preston downed the liquid and then plunged into Mack.  After a few thrusts, he felt a white-hot explosion of lust in his brain He came, feeling himself empty into Mack’s ass. He collapsed on Mack.

“What’s your name,” the other naked man in the room asked as he took the jacket and dress shirt off of him.

He thought a minute, but couldn’t remember. He nervously giggled.

“It’s Cody, isn’t it?”

Yes, that sounded right. His name was Cody.

“You’re nothing but a dumb cumslut, aren’t you, Cody,” the man said as he dressed Cody in a plaid shirt and grey jeans.

The man he had just fucked quietly dressed himself. Cody tried in vain to remember their names. They had both been so hot. The sex had literally been mind-blowingly good.

“Mack and I need to get going, but don’t worry. You’re not going to be alone for very long. We’ve invited a few of your friends to stop by,” the man said as he buttoned Cody’s shirt and pants. 

“There you go. Ready for your next guest.”

Almost as if on cue there was a knock at the door. The pair left and another man entered. Blond and with tattoos, he looked familiar.

“I’ll be fucking damned,” the man said. “That guy told me you were turning tricks, but I didn’t believe him. Can’t wait to give it to you as hard as you gave it to me. I couldn’t walk straight for two days.”

The man started to unbutton Cody’s shirt. Cody just sat there and let it happen. He pushed Cody down on his knees, quickly undressed and then shoved Cody’s head down on his cock.

Cody’s eyes teared up as the man savagely fucked his face. The man had to slap Cody a couple of times because of Cody’s teeth.

“I hope your ass is better than your mouth,” the man said, throwing Cody to the ground and pulling his pants off him.

Cody saw stars when the man first thrust into him and it hurt like hell. He bit his lip and whimpered. Before long, it started to feel pretty good simply because Cody just sat there and let the man own his ass.

As the man was getting close, Cody asserted himself and pushed the man off him.

“I’m a cumslut. I want your load in my face,” Cody said with a smile.

“Open your mouth wide, then,” the man ordered. Cody complied and the man rewarded him by blowing his load all over his face and into his mouth.

“Now who’s the dirty little whore,” the man asked, slapping his dick against Cody’s face.

“I am,” Cody said proudly. “I am.”

stateslave:

Officer Martinez had found me in an alley spraying graffiti. He asked me to stop. I complied. He spoke to me about what was going to happen next in terms of the law. I smiled throughout. He didn’t notice at first, but I interjected random words as he spoke. The more I did, the slower his talking became.

The slower his talking became, the more he listened until eventually he just stood there listening to every powerful word I threw at him. I saw his arms reach up to his chest and commanded him to drop his arms to his side. He complied. He sway where he stood. Passers by paid no mind as he absorbed all I had to say. I revelled in watching his eyes lose focus as he listened….and listened…and became dumber and dumber. Soon, I knew I had him. His mouth was agape and drooling as I instructed him to take me home. He did so.

At my house, I further conditioned him. As morning arose, I suggested that he phone in sick to the station and relax with me. He hesitated. Just enough. He slightly broke free of me and began questioning where he was. I was prepared. I speedily placed headphones on him and began blasting out my hypnotic Melody from my mp3. His juddered. His body shook as the melody blasted out any resistance. He complied and phone in sick.

I took his hand and led him outside, removing his shirt and suggesting he relax in the Sun’s Ray’s and listen to my music. He complied. Lost in the gentle heat of the sun and the mind altering melodic tune of hypnosis. His cock so erect that I had to resist temptation to suck him off there and then. Not yet. It was too soon.

It was some hours later when I stepped outside to find him.mindlessly reciting his new mantra
The hypnotic Melody had taken hold of his maleable mind. Drool had dried down the side of his face as his eyes slowly opened. He looked at me with mindless lust.

Now, I have him.
“I am yours. I obey Master. I serve and protect Master” he said as flexed for me in my bedroom. My very own compliant cop. Mindless and subservient to my every need.
Just what I’d always wanted….

And in the Master’s chambers, they gathered for the feast.
They stabbed it with their steely knives, but they just can’t kill the beast.

Hotel Part II -Wrath

Alex sent the email agreeing to meet up along with the hotel address and room number. At first, he hadn’t understood why Master Asmodeus had insisted he give another room in the hotel, but Asmodeus had explained that the blue room was Alex’s special room to be used for him and him alone.

And Master was always right. Just like how he knew that the guy Alex had just emailed was the one. Alex had ignored a number of other propositions at his Master’s urgings. It had been truly agonizing. Alex could feel the need and hunger within him. He needed to suck cock, get fucked and fuck. Master had to remind him that this minor torture was mere penitence for Alex’s many, many sins.

Alex normally would have immediately dismissed the email that Master had him respond to. It contained a picture of a torso showing a tight body. “John” said he wasn’t comfortable trading face pics and was particularly interested in a guy who could host.

Master informed Alex that “John” was really Mack Gunderson, an auto mechanic from two towns over and instructed Alex to email him back almost immediately, writing that he was from out of town, staying in a secluded, small boutique hotel and attached his most recent selfie.

The picture had hooked Mack and Mack had responded immediately for the hotel address and room number. Now it was only a matter of waiting.

Master had Alex pull up a pretty spiral to look at while he waited. Alex recognized it immediately as one of his own. The fact that his own tools were now being used to further enslave himself made it somehow hotter to Alex.

He lost track of how long he was staring at the spiral. His Master told him it was time.  He got up and glanced out the window as Mack got out of his truck and walked towards the hotel. Alex could feel his desire growing.

Alex opened the hotel room door and greeted his guest.

“You must be ‘John’,” he said, shaking Mack’s hand. “I’m Alex.”

“That photo was actually you,” Mack replied as Alex ushered him into the room and closed the door. 

“You seem surprised?”

“With most guys…you never know,” Mack said, looking around the room. He wrinkled his nose. There was a strong, musky smell to the room. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant. It reminded Mack of locker rooms and sex. Maybe sex in locker rooms. Tight asses in jocks that he could almost…

“Let’s see if you are really you,” Alex said, lifting up Mack’s shirt.

Feeling Alex’s hands on him broke the daze. “Fucking faggot,” Mack said, slapping Alex’s hands away and pushing him against the door. 

“Oh, I see Johnny likes it rough,” Alex said with a smile. “Or should I say Mack?”

‘What did you call me,” Mack asked, raising his fist.

“Mack. That’s your name. Mack Gunderson.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I know all about you, Mackie. How you like to spend your Saturday nights trolling for guys online to meet up and beat up and your Sundays in church begging God for the strength to resist temptation.”

Mack felt the rage build up and boil over.

“I’m going to enjoy this, you dirty little faggot,” Mack said moving towards Alex. Unlike his normal victims, this one didn’t cower in fear. In face, Alex didn’t look scared in the very least.

“Yes, I’m a dirty little faggot, but you know what? You’re one, too.”

Mack swung at the faggot, but the little bastard was quick and dodges the hit. The force of the sing threw Mack off balance. Alex saw the opportunity and grabbed his aggressor by his hair. He shoved the man’s head into his sweaty pits.

Alex’s pits were ripe. Mack could feel the aroma snaking –yes, snaking, that was the right word– it was snaking into his nostrils.. There was a strange sweetness to it with a spicy undertone. He could feel it seeping from his nose into his brain. He wanted more of it. He…

“No,” Mack said, coming to his senses and pushing Alex away from him.

“No? I’m not so sure your body agrees with you,” Alex said as he smugly pointed to the outline of Mack’s boner through his jeans.

Mack grew even more enraged and circled his prey.

Alex lowered his track pants. The musky smell seemed to rise up and hit Mack in the face.

Alex moved in and kissed him. 

He could feel Alex’s tongue dancing in his mouth. Alex’s saliva tasted sweet. He could feel it mingling with his spit. He wanted more of it. He want it all. He…he…

Mack again pushed Alex away. 

“You’ve got balls, faggot. I’ll give you that. How’s about I cut ‘em off and shove ‘em in your mouth.”

Alex surprised Mack by rushing him. He knocked Mack back on the bed. The smell was even more intense there. Alex held him down.

“I had the heat cranked up to 90 and wrapped myself in that thick, fur blanket for an hour before you emailed me,” Alex said with an evil grin.  “The sheets probably smell pretty rank, but something tells me you don’t mind at all, do you?”

Mack didn’t answer. The smell was overwhelming him, turning his red hot thoughts of anger into lust.

He didn’t even react, in fact, as Alex raised his arms and pulled off Mack’s shirt before laying him back down on the bed. Mack could feel the musky scent against his back, leaching into his skin. 

“That’s it,” Alex said, bringing the sheet up to Mack’s nose. “Be a good boy now and take a good whiff.”

Mack inhaled. It was like fireworks of pleasure going off in his brain. He moaned.

“You’ve been a bad little boy, Mack. You’ve allowed your wrath to rule you. How many boys and men have you beaten over the years, Mackie?”

Alex knew the number. Asmodeus had whispered it to him. 17. 17 men who were beaten unconscious before they could give in fully to Asmodeus’ lust. It was that desire that fed the demon and Mack had denied Asmodeus many, many meals.

“Do you even remember any of their names,” Alex continued as the pheromone-soaked sheets continued to do their work.  “ Can you recall their faces? That moment when their desire turned into fear and terror as you beat them senseless. All because you had to beat down that part of yourself that wanted to be them. ”

Mack was on the verge of tears, but fought them back. Boys didn’t cry. Still, Alex’s words stung much the same way his daddy’s belt used to when his old man would beat him. The pain of all those ass whippings was fading away thanks to the sweet, sexy smell filling his lungs. Mack knew that all those feelings he had kept locked away for so many years were just being burned away by the odor filling him.

“You will serve and protect me.”

Mack resisted. Alex rubbed his pits into Mack’s face and repeated his order.

“You will serve and protect me!”

As he inhaled more of the smell, he felt it creep into his mind. Making it so hard to think. Making him so horny.

“I will serve and protect you.”

“That’s a good boy, Mackie. When you obey Master, you get rewarded,” Alex said with a grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll like this.”

Alex pulled down Mack’s pants. Mack wanted to stop him –to put an end to this once and for all and reclaim some semblance of the church-going, God fearing man he was before he came into this hotel room.

And then Mack felt Alex’s tongue on his balls. Alex was gladly going down on him. Unlike a woman. Mack didn’t need to spend weeks plying Alex with dinners, drinks and movies only to be disappointed by a quick handjob in his truck. If he was even lucky to get that!

No, Alex seemed to relish the task. Mack could see it in Alex’s eyes. 

Hmmm. They seemed to have a deep blue hue to them that Mack hadn’t noticed before now. He was getting lost in them. They were pulling him down, down, down to a place where he would obediently serve Alex.
Mack forced himself to break the gaze and assert his dominance. He grabbed Alex’s head with both hands and forced it onto his cock.

He had expected some resistance or fight. Alex proved to be more than willing to deep throat Mack’s man meat.

Mack found himself rationalizing the blow job he was getting from another guy. Alex was the one doing the blowing. Mack was controlling the speed and depth as he shoved Alex’s head up and down. 

Mack was the one still in control. This didn’t make him gay. He wasn’t the one sucking cock. It wasn’t his tongue lathering another guy’s hairy nutsack, gently placing one of the balls in his mouth and rolling it around, making the other guy moan with forbidden pleasure. It wasn’t his tongue sliding up the shaft, dancing around the tip of another man’s cock until it began to yield some sweet, tangy precum.

His body seemed to hum with pleasure. It was succeeding in short-circuiting that last remaining bit of his will. His religious upbringing had told him these feeling were wrong and unnatural. 

And yet, here he was, moving as if sleepwalking next to the bed when Alex told him, too. And now, he was fucking another guy up his ass. Alex’s ass lips seemed to wrap around Mack’s rock-hard cock.  He had to admit it: it was much better than any pussy. No wonder why Mack always had such a hard time staying erect when he was banging a chick.

He grabbed Alex by the hair and fucked him even harder.

Still, if his daddy could only see Mack now! He’d no doubt take off his belt and whoop Mack’s ass really good. He could almost feel his daddy’s calloused hand on his red-hot ass. Telling him it was for his own good just like he did countless times when he had caught Mack spanking his monkey as a teenager. Mack now knew that he wanted nothing more than to stand up to his old man, throw him down on that goddamn twin bed, rip off his daddy’s Wranglers and boxers and show him just how good his dick truly felt as it slammed in and out of his old man’s ass.Just like he was doing right now to Alex.

Maybe, just maybe, his daddy could finally show Mack how much he loved him and return the favor by fucking him back.

Alex glanced back with a grin as he milked Mack’s cock with his ass. Mack was completely lost in desire. 

“You’re getting close, aren’t you Mackie boy,” he asked.

“Yessss.”

“You know there’s no turning back once you cum. But you can’t stop yourself now, can you?”

Mack knew Alex was right. He took another deep breath of the musky smell. 

“You want to cum so badly, but you can’t. Not until you give yourself completely to Asmodeus.”

Mack took yet another deep breath. The last former remnants of himself slipped away and he shot his load into Alex’s ass.

“Time to baptize you,” Alex said, standing on the mattress. “Be a good boy, Mackie. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

As Alex’s hot seed coated his tongue and face, Mack praised Asmodeus for letting him be born anew.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Hotel Part I
Alex Reynolds a.k.a. The Amazing Alexander used a rapid induction technique on the hotel clerk –a hot blond kid by the name of Chris. He had wanted to stand right there in the lobby and take the kid completely down, but another hotel guest came in through the lobby doors of the small, boutique hotel to also check in and so Alex had to quickly wake Chris up from his trance without the clerk remembering being under.

In a short time, Chris had proven to be a good subject who went under fairly quickly.  As Alex made his way to his room, the thought about how it had almost been too easy. But he was good at what he did, so it was a combination of his skills and sheer good luck. Chris didn’t know it yet, but he would be very helpful in helping The Amazing Alexander lay low for a bit.

Chris also looked like he had a hot little body under his shirt and tie. He would find himself more than willing to give that body over to Alex very shortly.

Alex swiped the card into the electronic reader and the door opened. The room was painted a dark blue color. He stowed his roller bag in the closet, sat on the bed, picked up the phone and called the front desk to summon Chris to his room.

“There’s a stain on the wall. I need you to come look at it, Chris.”

He hung up the phone and waited for Chris to show.

He recalled the events that led him here.

“What a colossal fuck up,” Alex said out loud to himself in the painfully dark blue hotel room.

It had taken him two years to set up the gig as a sports therapist at a major university. Months of planning and preparation. He had been ever so careful in just who he recruited from either his stage shows or his position within the university. Fuck ups with no family ties or jerks who wouldn’t be missed. It had led to a very lucrative career in human trafficking. Slowly take control of a boy, mold him into a marketable commodity and then sell to the highest bidder. He had created seven perfect mindless, brainless himbos now owned by a closeted Republican U.S. Senator from Texas, a 4 Star General in the U.S. Army, a Hollywood film executive, a New York hedge fund manager, the owner of an NHL hockey team in Canada, a Saudi Prince and a member of the Russian mafia. His clients expected discretion. The threat of arrest for human trafficking was, simply put, not only bad for business, but bad for his long-term health. At least three of his clients had the means of making sure Reynolds disappeared without a trace. He had begged them for some time to clean up the mess and they had reluctantly agreed.

And what a mess. The player had been played. His eighth subject/recruit/himbo was the son of an FBI agent. He had undergone hypnosis to have a new identity installed just so dear old dad could make the mother of all collars.

Fortunately for Alex, The Amazing Alexander had been tipped off by the good Senator.

A deep trance was all it took to convince his assistant and former lover Daniel that Daniel was behind the sex trafficking. Alex had quickly made it look like Daniel might have even done away with Alexander after the stage hypnotist had uncovered Daniel’s fiendish plot.

He had split that night in his red convertible, taking all the cash out of the safe (a sizable amount that would ensure Alex could lay low until this blew over) and just a few changes of clothes into a small rollaway bag.

He had driven as far west as he could before he saw the small, boutique hotel seemingly show up out of nowhere. He was tired and figured he would pull off for the night.

When he saw the cute hotel clerk and realized the small hotel had just eight rooms, Alex quickly decided to make the hotel his new base of operations –at least for the time being.

Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. Alex got up from the bed and opened the door.

“You said there was a problem with the room, Mr. Reynolds,” Chris politely asked as he surveyed the room for anything out of place.

“Mr. Reynolds is my father. Please, call me Alex. Come on in.”

“Sure thing, Alex.”

The boy was already following orders. Good. Good.

“I wanted to show you this stain on the wall. Can you see it? Right there,” Alex said, pointing to an imaginary spot on the wall.

No, I just see a blue wall,” Chris replayed, looking back at Alex.

Alex was insistent. “It’s right there.”

“I’m afraid I don’t…”

Alex cut him off, changing the cadence of his voice.

“Really concentrate. That’s right. And as you focus more and more, just notice how relaxed it’s making you. Maybe your eyelids are even starting to flutter. Even when you blink, your eyes come right back to that spot on the wall.”

Alex smiled as he watched the teen slip down into trance.  The Amazing Alexander struck again, bringing another lad into his thrall.

“That’s it, so good Chris. You can feel yourself going deeper and deeper into trance, can’t you?”

“Yessss”

“Good boy. The deeper you go, the more relaxed you become. The more relaxed you become, the deeper you go. Just like before at the front desk. Nice and deep for me. Feel yourself slipping down, down, down. It feels sooooo good.”

Alex grabbed Chris’ arm, held it up above his head and then released it. The arm fell back with no resistance. The boy was his.

He grabbed the lad’s crouch.

“You’re starting to enjoy this relaxing, deep sleep. So blissful letting go of all your worries and thoughts. Just let everything drift as you become numb and nice and mindless for me. It feels so good. It’s almost intoxicating. It’s quickly becoming like a drug to you. You want it. You need it. Shall I wake you from the trance, boy?”

“No, please!”

“No, please, what?”

“No, please SIR.”

“Good boy. Feel yourself slip even further down into my control.”

Alex watched the boy’s eyes flutter. His cock rose to full mast. He was so blissed out of his mind. Alex placed one finger on Chris’ chest and then pushed him. As stiff as a board, he fell onto the bed.

Alex slid Chris’ pants and underwear down.

“You love this feeling, Don’t you, Chris,” Alex asked as he rubbed the teen’s legs.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll do anything to protect our special time together, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If anyone should come to the front desk asking if you’ve seen anyone who looks like me, you’ll tell them know, won’t you,” Alex asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. You see how good that makes you feel when you obey me? You love hearing me say ‘Good boy’ as much as you love trance. It seems to send electric waves of sexual pleasure through you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” Chris said, his body wiggling with desire and sexual tension.

“You love this feeling, Don’t you, Chris,” Alex asked as he rubbed the teen’s legs.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll do anything to protect our special time together, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If anyone should come to the front desk asking if you’ve seen anyone who looks like me, you’ll tell them know, won’t you,” Alex asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. You see how good that makes you feel when you obey me? You love hearing me say ‘Good boy’ as much as you love trance. It seems to send electric waves of sexual pleasure through you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” Chris said, his body wiggling with desire and sexual tension.

He brought the cock to his mouth and slid up and down on it.

“Good boy,” he said, taking his mouth off Chris’ member. Chris cried out in pleasure.

He took another suck.

“Good boy.”

And another.

“Good boy.”

Chris moaned in pleasure. Alex could sense the boy was on the verge of climax and pulled of Chris’ cock.

“Can’t have you cumming just yet, can we, boy?”

Alex stood and quickly stripped naked.

“Sit up on the edge of the bed for me, Chris. You want to do something for me.”

Alex brought his cock to the teen’s mouth.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Chris?”

“No, Sir.”

“Have you ever wanted to suck a cock before?”

“No, Sir.”

“But you want to suck mine because it belongs to me and you would do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Anything…for you,” the zonked hotel clerk mindlessly said.

“Good. You can put it in your mouth. Watch your teeth. Just do what comes naturally. You’ll feel the hunger for my cock grow the more and more you blow me. Begin.”

Was it the best blow job Alex had ever received? No. The boy would learn to be an ace cocksucker in no time. Alex was certain; he would see to it.

It was always a turn-on to watch as the hunger for cock slowly overtook a formerly heterosexual subject. He could see the subject’s will slowly fade, replaced by the growing hunger to serve only Alex’s needs.

“That’s it. Feel your free will fade away as I pound your face.”

Chris had choked more than a few times as Alex thrust the entire length down his throat. Alex couldn’t tell if he was crying tears of joy or if his eyes were just watering. He decided to go easy on the boy’s throat and deposit his first load somewhere else. He pulled his dick out of Chris’ mouth.

“Did I do something wrong, Sir,” Chris asked with a hurt look on his face.

“Not at all,” Alex said, pushing Chris down onto the bed and onto his side. “You want to give me your cherry.”

“Yes, I want to give you my cherry,” Chris said with a smile. He stretched his hole for his Master.

“My dick in your ass is going to feel better than the best sex that you ever had.”

He thrust into the boy. Chris gave a guttural moan.

“Fuuuuucccckkk meeeeee.”

“My dick is enslaving you, you know that,” Alex asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Chris pushed his ass down on Alex’s cock.

“Good boy.”

Alex looked at the lad. He had his head down on the mattress, moving it from side to side, completely lost to the bliss of the fuck. He was drooling despite frequently licking his lips to ask for more, more, more.  

Alex felt his load building. “Feel my essence shooting into you, binding and enslaving you forever to me.”

As he shot into Chris’ ass, he was pleasantly surprised to see the lad was coming along with him.

“All of what was you is leaking out of your cock, Chris. It’s being replaced by your obedience and devotion to me and only me.”

Alex licked the boy’s jism from his face, neck, chest and stomach.

“I’ve consumed your will. I own you completely.”

“No, Sir. I serve another”

Alex looked at the boy. The boy was mindless and blissed out. He couldn’t be resisting.

“Who do you serve,” Alex asked.

Chris mindlessly stood up from the bed and dressed while still in a daze.

Alex grabbed Chris’ arm as the lad fastened his belt.

“WHO DO YOU SERVE?”

Chris turned and exited the room. Alex began to panic. It was another set up. But how?

“He serves me,” an unseen voice in the room called out.

Alex glanced around the room, but couldn’t locate where the voice is coming from.

“Who are you,” Alex called out, officially passing the point from scared to being fully freaked out.

“They call me by many names. Asmodeus is what I prefer. I must say that The Amazing Alexander lived up to his name,” the disembodied voice said. “That was quite the performance. Too bad it will be the last that you will be doing of your own volition.”

Alex ran for the door and as he moved to grasp the handle, it disappeared.

“You seemed quite keen on twisting men’s sexual desires, didn’t you Mr. Reynolds?”

Alex pulled back the curtains and as he did so, the windows disappeared.

“That’s my racket, Mr. Reynolds. I can’t have you infringing on it, can I? I don’t need competition, but I could always use an apprentice. You’ll find it is an offer you can’t refuse.”

Alex crumbled to the floor, on the verge of tears. This was worse than death. Much worse.

“There, there, no tears,” the voice said. Alex felt an unseen hand lift up his chin until he was staring at the wall.

“Be a good boy and stare at that spot on the wall for me. That’s right. And as you focus more and more, just notice how relaxed it’s making you. Maybe your eyelids are even starting to flutter. Even when you blink, your eyes come right back to that spot on the wall.”

Alex almost had to laugh. Did this creature really think he could fall prey to his own hypnotic script. The blue on the wall was such a deep color blue. Almost like the ocean. It wasn’t like he was going to find himself swallowed up by it, letting him take him down, down, down.

“And wake up!”

Alex was now wearing his underwear. He didn’t remember putting it on.

“I’m sure you found that to be quite pleasurable boy, but it can’t all be about the pleasure. I am a demon, after all.”

“Yes, Master Asmodeus.”

“You know you do need to pay for your sins.”

And with that, Alex found himself naked in front of the bathroom mirror. He was snapping naked selfies and uploading them to various sites. The lust demon Asmodeus was peddling his ass just like he had done to his seven unsuspecting subjects several months prior.

Alex couldn’t wait to show his demon Master that The Amazing Alexander had many, many talents beyond just hypnosis.

“Relax,” said the night man. “We are programmed to receive.”
“You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”

Puppet Master III Roommate’s Surprise
With his Econ class ending 25 minutes early so that the TA could attend to some person emergency, Caleb headed back to his aparment, looking forward to an afternoon nap before Biology later that afternoon. He turned the key in the lock and swung open the door. He froze out of both shock and disbelief. 

His roommate Dillon was naked and on his knees. He had his hand on another guy’s dick. The guy’s banks and underwear were pulled down around his thighs and ankles. 

“Duuuuude, what the fuck?”

His roommate had a glazed, far-away look in his eyes. He didn’t say anything. He just stared at Caleb. 

“Dillon, look at me,” the other guy said. 

Caleb would have swore before today that his roommate was, in fact, one hundred percent straight. His actions were proving otherwise. 

The guy turned to look at Caleb. There was something about his eyes.

“Please, stay and watch. I…insist.”

Caleb could feel himself falling into the stranger’s eyes.They were so warm and inviting. 

“Puppet Dillon, look at me again. Time to deepen your training”

“Yes, Puppet Master.” 

“Your roommate is so happy and content. Don’t you want to be just as happy and content,” the stranger asked him, his eyes still burrowing a hole into his brain. What’s more, Caleb could feel his dick started to get hard in his jeans.

Caleb Johnson. Cross country track star and all around pussy hound was throwing a boner as he watched his roommate blow another guy.

The shock and confusion was enough to jolt him out of his reverie.  “Put a tie on the door knob next time,” Caleb said, quickly exiting.

Caleb spent the duration of what would have been his nap time at the library, unsure of what to do. He could barely focus in class and found any excuse to avoid going home until it got dark. He cautiously headed back to the apartment. He checked the third floor windows from the street below. No lights on. Hopefully, Dillon and his friend had long finished or were asleep. 

Caleb quietly snuck into the apartment and then into his bedroom. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt the need to lock the bedroom door. He tossed and turned most of the night, not sure what to do about his roommate.

They had hit if off immediately when they first met their freshman year. Dillon was a great mate to go out to the bar for a few or to chase tail with. He was an excellent wing man, in fact. Could it be that he was secretly gay this whole time? It just didn’t make sense. 

He finally drifted off to sleep around 3 a.m. He kept having the strangest dream about Dillon’s friend. Or, more specifically, his eyes. 

His alarm woke him at 8. He figured he’d check some emails before heading out. He slowly opened the door and listened for his roommate or anyone else. The apartment was quiet. 

Caleb through on a pair of running shorts and walked into the living room. He grabbed his backpack to retrieve his tablet computer, but it wasn’t in there. 

Instead, it was sitting on the coffee table. Caleb was certain he hadn’t put it there the night before. There was a note from his roommate on top of it.

“We need to talk. -D.”

While Caleb didn’t like that Dillon had touched his stuff, it made sense in a way. Dillon knew that Caleb’s morning ritual consisted of reading emails. He would be certain to see the note first thing. He set the note on the coffee table and powered the tablet up.

There was a flash, followed by static. 

Static. On a computer. 

“What the hell,” Caleb wondered out loud. 

There was a piercing noise that seemed to numb him all at once and then words seemed to come into slight focus. 

Soon, the static and noise seemed to lull any concerns Caleb had. Thoughts, words, feelings were all just drifting away and Caleb drifted down into a mind-numbing bliss.

Caleb could hear the words echo in his head until he could only agree with them. 

“Yesssss, I need to be controlled.”

“I-I-I love to be controlled,” Caleb said, his cock rising as he realized the truth to the words.

Caleb could feel the static seep out of the screen, through his eyes and into his brain. He could have almost swore it was getting its hooks into his brain. He couldn’t resist. He didn’t want to resist. It felt too good to just give in.

Why would he want to look away. This was amazing.

Of course! It made perfect sense. He needed to obey the Puppet Master!

But who was the Puppet Master?

The static faded and a picture came into focus. It was the guy from the other day.

Caleb found himself once again fallining into the Puppet Master’s beautiful eyes. He didn’t even hear his roommate Dillon enter the room or walk over to the couch. 

“Great! I see you found the little program Master had me put on your machine.”

He felt his roommate put his arms around him and he took his eyes off Puppet Master to smile a goofy smile of thanks to Dillon.

“Hey, you’re not quite done just yet,” he forced Caleb’s head to turn back to face the computer screen. “Can you tell me what’s written on the screen?”

“Fall deeper,” Caleb said, feeling himself fall deeper into his Master’s gaze. 

His roommate began to rub his shoulders. “Let Master take complete control. You’ll love it. And then we can serve him together.”

Caleb felt his roommate pull his shorts down. He felt his dick snap up against his abs, but never once broke the stare of the Puppet Master.

His Master showed him his perfect body and just a glimpse of his huge, beautiful cock. The veins in the Puppet Master’s cock seemed to beat in sync with Caleb’s own heart. 

“Each stroke taking you deeper into my control. Up.”

He felt his roommate jack his cock up. Dillon was such a good friend to want to help in his enslavement.

“Down.” 

He felt his roommate give a downward stroke on his erect dick. 

Up.

Down.

Up. 

Down.

His mind was completely open. His roommate looked at him and took his dick in his mouth.

Caleb realized he wanted to be just like his roommate. A mindless puppet to the Puppet Master.

Caleb’s mouth watered at the site of his master’s dick. As he came down his roommate’s throat, Caleb heard a loud PING in his head.

“Hail the Puppet Master,” he said before drifting back off to sleep.

 Fairy Circle Part III

Now, until the break of day, 
Through this house each fairy stray -Shakespeare

Obe did not care for the human garments. “Clothes,” his human slave Sam had called them. Such a funny word for something that he had no use for. His body was beautiful. It was summer. Obe could see no reason to cover up. Still, Sam had been quite insistent that until his parents Scott and Debbie idolized Obe as much as Sam and his brother Steve did, it was essential that Obe pass as a mortal human.

As much as Obe hated to admit it, his charge was right. He had both of the boys dress him as he awaited the arrival of the elder Thompsons. 

The father wouldn’t be too hard, but Obe knew the mother was something different entirely. For one, his gaze never seemed to work with mortals of the female persuasion. In the past, he had resorted to using a potion to aid in the conversion of a girl. But as hard as Sam and Steve had searched the woodland areas around the house, the correct floral ingredient could not be found.

“Boys, I’m home,” the elder Thompson called out as he entered the summer home. 

Obe considered it a good omen that the father arrived at the summer home without his wife in tow. 

Obe greeted Scott at the door, startling the man as he came in. 

“Who the hell are you, son.” Scott asked, picking up more than a few days’ mail on the floor where it had been deposited through the mail slot. 

“I’m Obeeee,” he said, trying hard not to break into the sing-song rhyme that came to him far easier than modern English. 

“Obi, like the Star Wars character? I guess your parents must have been real fans,” Scott said as he quickly glanced through the stack of mail.

Obe just smiled and nodded, not really knowing what a Star Wars character was. 

“And Mrs. Thompson is?”

“Bill, bill, junk mail…she dropped me off and ran into town to pick up dinner. I’m assuming my boys invited you to stay for dinner?”

“They invited me in to stay, yes,” Obe said with a smile. He had time before he had to deal with the older female. This was good. 

Scott looked up at Obe, sizing the kid up. Soft, almost classic Greek features. The body too lithe to play sports. 

“Just how do you know my boys, if I may ask?”

“I know them intimately.”

The boy continued to stare at him. It was awkward but Scott felt like he couldn’t look away. 

“I should get changed,” Scott said, trying to step around the boy. The boy grabbed his shoulder, forcing Scott to look back into the boy’s eyes with a shocked look. 

“See my eyes and hold my stare and soon you’ll be without a care. That’s it, just let go, feels so good to let me take control.”

“Taa-aake control.”

Scott heard his two sons creep up behind him. Had he been able to break the stare, he would have discovered them both naked and aroused. He tried to look away, but he felt his youngest son’s hands on his head, holding it into place.

“You’re going to experience a love like you never dreamed possible,” his son Sam whispered into his ear. “Just keep watching and give in.”

Sam unbuttoned his dad’s shirt and ran his fingers through his dad’s hairy chest. Steve, meanwhile began to nibble on his earlobe. 

“Master has so much to show you. You’re going to love kissing other men,” his youngest said.  

“Fondling their dicks,” Sam added, caressing his dad’s cock through his trousers and then unzipping and pulling out his dad’s dick.  

Obe removed his shirt without breaking contact with the senior Thompson. 

“Just submit,” Sam said, licking his father’s earlobe.

“Just succumb,” Steve said, licking the other earlobe.

“Now, now boys be good lads. Go pleasure each other and leave me to dad.”

Sam and Steve began to make out and as they walked away. 

Scott was almost glad in a way. He didn’t wish to admit that his boys had helped get him aroused.

“To get more inside your little head, it is better if you take me to your bed.”

“Yessss, bed.” 

Obe grabbed the senior Thompson’s hand and Scott led him, as if sleepwalking, up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

The pair sank to the floor, Obe never letting up from his enthralling stare.

 In the back of his mind, Scott was both shocked and a little frightened by how turned on this boy was making him. He had to be at least 20 years his junior.

“All that I really now require if for you to give into your desire,” Obe said. 

Scott felt himself tilt his head up. When his lips touched Obe’s, mind-numbing pleasure shook him to the core. 

“That’s the look I love to see. A daddy lost in ecstasy,” Obe said, reaching down to play with Scott’s hard tool. 

Obe’s touch was both erotic and electric. It seemed to be draining any further resistance, placing it with a forbidden desire. 

Obe used his other hand to slip Scott’s shirt off him. The old, heterosexual Scott put up one last fight, trying to push Obe off him. 

“Nothing gives me more of a thrill, then when my prey asserts his will.”

He suddenly picked up Scott with power and strength that seemed to not be possible from the lad’s small frame. He threw Scott on the bed; his eyes had a renewed intensity. Scott was losing himself to those God damn beautiful eyes.

“There it goes, no more fight. Time for you to see the light.”

Obe pulled Scott’s pants off in one full swoop.  

“Oh, fuck,” Scott panted as Obe’s lips made contact with his dick. He through his head back.

He knew the boy wasn’t just sucking him off. He was draining him. He could feel his will being sapped out as well. And he no longer cared one bit. 

“Mouth…so hot. Oh, yessss. Fuck.”

Scott heard his sons’ words from earlier ring out in his head. SUBMIT. SUCCUMB. SUCK CUM. Yes, suck cum. It made perfect sense to Scott now. He needed to submit and suck cum. He rose up on his side as the boy brought his beautiful cock to his lips.

“I want his cock,” Scott thought to himself. The thought surprised him initially, but as he took more and more of the cock down his throat, it seemed to further ignite his need.  

“Need more,” he thought as his hands grabbed the teen’s butt to thrust the dick further down his throat. “Can’t get enough. Want his big, gorgeous cock in me, filling me.”

He needed his Master’s gorgeous cock to own him completely. He pulled off the dong just long enough to plead with the boy: “Fuck meeeee.” 

Obe smiled a wicked smile and flipped the older man onto his stomach and then pushed him into the bed. 

Scott could feel his sense of longing building as Obe positioned his dick at his hole. 

“Yes! Do it! Thrust your cock into me Master.”

The boy plunged into him in one swift move. Scott felt every nerve in his body short-circuit from the pleasure.

Nothing would ever top this connection. He needed it more than anything. He could hear his Master’s grunts of satisfaction as he thrust up Scott’s ass, taking him. Claiming him. Marking him. 

Suddenly the door thrust open. Scott was too far gone to notice, but Obe stopped thrusting to look up at the face of Mrs. Thompson. 

Steve and Sam were behind her. He immediately could tell that she had somehow managed to break his hold on the boys.

“A brew of St. John’s Wart and lemon,” she offered.

Obe grinned, knowing he had been beaten by the witch. He pulled his dick out of Mr. Thompson, who continued to non-the-less mindlessly hump the bed.

“I revoke your invitation, Oberon, King of the Fairies.” 

Oberon’s body flew through the room, down the stairs and finally materialized again at the back of the house by the fairy circle. 

“Fun was fun while it lasted, broken by the spell she hath casted,” he said with a shrug and returned to his realm. 

Back in the house, Debbie forced her husband to down some of the bitter tea, thus breaking the spell. She left him to dress and headed back downstairs. 

Her sons sat quiet at the breakfast bar, unsure what to say. What could either one of them say? She had caught them 69′ing on the Oriental rug in the living room. 

Debbie calmly opened the refrigerator, grabbed an Amstel Light and popped the top off it. 

“You know in all our years of living here, there are a few things I never learned to stomach,” she said, caressing the beer.  “The sprites, the gnomes,” she brought the beer to her lips and took a sip.  “and especially the god damn fairies.”

EPILOGUE

It had merely been a day and a night when Oberon felt his precious ring once more broken. These mortals clearly had learned nothing. He appeared once again in the mortal realm. 

“What mortal dares break the fairy ring, the likes of me in which to…”

“No spells this time,” Steve said, dropping the flower that had broke the circle. He stood up and kissed Oberon. 

“No spell and yet, a kiss with no regret,” Oberon asked.

“This,” Steve said, kissing the Fae once again, “it just feels right. I don’t know why, but you and I just seem to make sense. I feel it in here.”

Steve indicated his chest. Oberon felt his own heart flutter. A passionate kiss from a mortal. Freely given. He couldn’t remember the last time. A century maybe? He smiled as tears of joy filled his eyes and he kissed Steve back.

“Sorry it took me so long,” Steve said, massaging Oberon’s neck. “I had to make sure the St. John’s Wart was out of my system. I read that that is like Kryptonite to you.”

“Krypt-toe-night,” Oberon repeated, not understanding the reference.

“Like garlic to vampires? Poison.”

“Ah, yes, yes. It is poison to me.”

Oberon hugged him, the urge to feed now replaced with a need to protect, just like Steve had done for him. 

Steve ran his fingers through Oberon’s curly locks and smiled a grin that seemed to further melt Oberon’s heart. For once, Oberon was the one who couldn’t look away.

“So…I’ve shown you my home,” Steve said with a grin.  “How ‘bout you show me yours?”

And with a flash, the lovers were gone.  

Fairy Ring Part II

If you see a tiny Fae lying fast asleep,
shut your eyes and run away. Do not stay and peep. -Shakespeare

Sam headed out the back door to check on his younger brother. He had made a plate of waffles and sausage and figured his younger bro might have worked up an appetite. 

“Bro, why don’t you take a break, you must be fam…”

Sam turned the corner of a particularly overgrown hedge to come upon his brother with his mouth all over some other naked guy’s dick. This didn’t make any sense at all. Steve was a total pussy hound. What’s more, he didn’t seem to be himself. His eyes were glassy. It was almost as if he were drugged. Nothing was right about this. His flight or fight instinct kicked in and Sam slowly backed up. A twig snapped under his foot. 

His brother suddenly passed out. The guy straddling him was another story. His eyes were immediately drawn to the area where the twig snapped. His eyes locked on Sam. 

“There, there. No cause for alarm. Just keep staring. I mean you no harm.”

Sam could feel the guy’s eyes. They seemed to burrow right into him…right into his mind. The fear was quickly being replaced by another desire, though. 

“Just keep looking and you’ll feel fine. So much pleasure when you are mine,” the guy said, slowly moving towards Sam.

“Is he dead,” Sam asked, trying to look away. 

The guy grabbed his chin and brought his gaze back into focus. 

“He drifted off to the land of dream, after filling his belly of fairy cream,” the guy said to Sam. 

The fae –that’s what Sam now knew what he was – kept his hand on Sam’s chin. The feeling was both comforting and erotic. Any concerns he may have had for his brother were quickly replaced by a growing ache. 

“Time to take you on a similar trip. Obey my words and now just strip.”

Sam felt himself lowering his short for his…Master. It made sense to him now. His Master had commanded and he had obeyed. His painfully hard cock snapped back as he sheepishly lowered his shorts to free his cock. 

The Fae sank to his knees and swallowed Sam’s cock. He didn’t even have time to completely remove the shorts. He shuddered in erotic pleasure. It was as if his dick melted into the Fae’s mouth and he and the Fae had become one.

He knew the Fae was feeding off him –off his sexual energy. It somehow made it that much hotter. He couldn’t take his eyes off his Master. 

The Fae pulled off him. Sam figured his Master must be full –having fed off of his brother to the point that Steve had passed out after all. He watched as the fairy directed his right hand back to the broken circle. Energy shot from the Fae’s fingertips to the ground. Flowers quickly sprouted, once again completing the circle. 

The Fae stood up. Sam dropped to his knees. He had never sucked a cock before. Never had any desire before now. Sam needed to prove he belonged to the Fae as much as his brother Steve had done just moments earlier. 

The taste of the Fae’s cock was exquisite. Sam sucked like a hoover, rolling his tongue over the piss slit, desperately trying to get as much of the sweet dick juice that he could. He wanted to prove to his Master that he was better at this than his little bro. 

 “Such a good boy, obeying so sweetly. Bend over now and let me take you completely,” the Fae ordered. 

Sam knew what his Master desired. An ex-girlfriend had gotten him drunk once and used a strap-on. Sam had done it more for her and didn’t obtain any pleasure himself and he dutifully turned around for his Master, expecting a similar experience.

Within minutes of the Fae plunging his beautiful cock into Sam’s ass, Sam was a changed man. Unlike the cold, rubber strap-on, his Master’s cock seemed to radiate heat. He swore he could feel his Master’s heart pulse through the dick in his ass. 

Then, the dickhead seemed to scrape against a button in his ass and Sam felt an explosion of sexual energy race through his entire body. 

“Fuck me, Master. Make me yours. I’m yours completely. Take me, take me,” he said, pushing his ass back on the fuckstick. The Fae obliged by fucking him savagely. 

When his Master came, he could feel the Fae’s will seep into him. He would always obey. With that, Sam came and passed out.

Later, Steve nudged him awake. He quickly covered himself and looked around, but the Fae was nowhere. 

They entered the house in silence. Even though the waffles and sausages were cold, they both devoured the food.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Steve said, speaking first. “One minute I was raking and the next minute I’m waking up on the ground. I guess it was the heat or something.”

“Same here, little bro,” Sam said. 

A tap on the window caused both boys to turn around, though.

“See me now out in the yard, invite me in and get hard,” the Fae said.

Steve stumbled to the door like a sleepwalker and opened it. 

“Please come in, Master.” 

The Fae sat on the couch. Both brothers obeyed an unspoken command to strip and put on a show for their Master. 

If you see a fairy ring in a field of grass,
very lightly step around, tiptoe as you pass. -Shakespeare

This was not how Steve Thompson wanted to be spending what was left of his summer break from university. He agreed to go up to his parents’ secluded summer home to relax before returning in two weeks to another year of stressful pre med studies. 

His older brother Sam had other ideas. It included a bunch of chores before their parents would arrive in two days. It was just past 9 a.m. when Sam ripped the covers off Steve’s bed and handed him a rake.

“Those leaves aren’t going to rake themselves, little bro.”

Steve tried to covertly cover his morning wood. Moments earlier, he had been dreaming of a co-ed named Beth rubbing her ample tits all over his junk. Steve knew without a doubt that dream Beth was on the verge of giving him a titty fuck. The moment was gone and his brother stood there waiting for Steve to get up. 

“Looks like you’ll be handling a different tool this morning,” Sam said with a smirk, handing Steve the rake.

Steve sighed, through on a pair of trunks and headed downstairs and then out to the backyard.

Of course, it really wasn’t a backyard, really. The cabin sat on 16 acres. Steve’s dad had cleared some of the trees and planted some grass, but it was less a backyard than a forest. It was a constant struggle to keep the forest from reclaiming what had once been its own. 

Steve began to rake, not really paying too much attention and cursing his older brother the entire time. 

Steve should have been more careful. 

Much, much more careful.

He absentmindedly raked into a circle of lavender plants, essentially breaking the ring. 

“What mortal dares break the fairy ring/the likes of me in which to bring,” a dark-haired fairy said as he appeared from the fairy realm. 

Initially vexed, the fairy’s anger melted away as he cast a glimpse of the shirtless mortal before him. 

“A ring unbroken cannot be undone/without your energy from some fun,” he said, making himself appear before the mortal.

“What the fuck,” Steve said at naked guy who stood now before him.

“Stare into my eyes and just let go/’tis a fairy now your mind controls.”

Steve wanted to turn and run, but found that he couldn’t. This naked guy was standing in front of him and all Steve could do was stare into his eyes.

“Just keep on staring as my will takes hold/feel the pleasure from doing what you are told.”

Steve suddenly felt aroused. His cock grew harder and harder as he continued to stare at the beautiful creature. He continued to stare into the fairy’s eyes, feeling pieces of himself drifting down into a dark, but comfortable recess of his mind.  With every passing moment, he could feel the fairy penetrating not just his mind.

“To mend the ring what is now required/is the essence from your desire,” he heard the fairy say in his mind. 

“Yessss,” Steve heard himself say as he fell to his knees. His cock had never been so hard in his life. 

The fairy crouched down to him. His stare seemed to intensify and Steve was being drawn further down into the creature’s control.

“Yessss, Master,” he said, correcting himself.

The hunger and sexual desire grew in him. When the fairy finally touched his skin, Steve could feel the creature leeching some of his energy. He tried to break the connection, but then quickly heard himself speaking in the same sing-song way that he had heard in his head.

“No, I mustn’t try to break away/it feels too good when I obey.”

Steve knew that the fairy was stealing some of his lifeforce. he could feel himself getting both more turned on and weaker by the minute. The connection felt so good, he wanted to feel more of his fairy Master’s body against his –to have him take as much of his heat and sexual desire as his Master saw fit. He quickly tore off his shorts without breaking the gaze of his master. 

His Master straddled him, grabbing his dick. 

“My oh my, such good luck/to have a fairy’s cock to suck,” he heard his Master’s voice in his head and immediately agreed. Yes, of course. He would be honored to suck his Master’s cock. 

His Master’s cock seemed to be oozing a purple nectar of some sort. It tasted sweet, like honey. Steve found he couldn’t get enough of it. As he consumed more and more of it as he pleasured his Master, his addiction to his Master grew and grew. 

He found himself agreeing to the thoughts in his head. He would make himself available to his Master whenever he was called. He lived for the connection, to have his Master feed off him. He felt himself shoot his load just as he heard the snap of twigs behind him. It was his brother Sam come to check on him. He wanted to warn him, but his Master siphoned off some more of his essence and he passed out. 

To be continued in Fairy Ring Part II