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Pods 5 – Bobby the mechanic gets a tune-up.

It had been surprisingly easy for Marc Petrie to get his neighbor Bobby Reynolds alone. A broken timing chain in his Ford truck and the offer of pizza and beer if Bobby could help him fix it.

He told Bobby to come straight over after work –no need to change as he was just going to get dirty anyway.

“I should probably shower,” Bobby said on the other line of the telephone. “I’m pretty rank.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re doing me a solid and you can shower after you fix my god damn truck,” Marc said with a laugh.

Bobby showed up a little after six, apologizing for being late.

“It took me forever to close up the body shop,” he said.

“Perfect timing,” Marc said, walking Bobby through the home and into the kitchen.

A musky, plant-like scent seemed to permeate through the house. Bobby wrinkled his nose and sly took a whiff of his pits just to make sure it wasn’t coming from him.

“You’re probably smelling my son,” Marc said with a wink. “Damn coach has the entire team forgoing showers until they win a game, They have to earn the right to a shower.”

Marc handed Bobby a beer from the fridge and grabbed himself one, too.

“Hell, if it helps them win a few, I won’t complain,” Bobby said, raising his beer bottle in a quick toast before taking a swig.

“Pizza’s been ordered. Let me show you the damn truck,” Marc said, leading Bobby into the garage.

Marc just needed Bobby to turn his back for a second, than it was only a matter of him grabbing the oil Marc had laced earlier with the mind numbing goo.

“There seems to be something wedged down here,” Bobby said. “It kinda looks like a rock.”

“Hmmm, really,” Marc said as he poured some of the goo into his hand. “Perhaps you should take a closer look and see if you can knock it free.”

“It’s really down there,” Bobby said, moving his arm and head down into the engine block.

It was then that Bobby felt something warm trickle down his back.

“What the fuck…” he said, turning back to Marc. His neighbor was smiling at him, but it was no normal smile. It was eerie. Even more disturbing, Marc’s eyes had a hungry look to them. Bobby’s survival instincts told him to run –get the hell out of the garage right then and there.

And then the strangest thing happened. The viscous fluid that had been dripped on his back seemed to spring to life and slither down his butt clef. When it reached his hole, it seemed to thrust forward and Bobby’s entire body shook with pleasure.

“There, there. Let’s get you nice and drugged up so you don’t want to go anywhere,” Marc said, pushing Bobby back down.

Marc lubed up his entire hand and then gently pushed a finger into Bobby’s tight hole.

Bobby wanted to scream out at the violation of his cherry hole, but all he could do was moan.

“Let’s work on opening up your mind, making you more receptive towards a new kind of tune up,” Marc said. “You don’t mind if I lower these jeans, do you? Of course, you don’t. You don’t mind about much of anything right now, do you?”

Bobby could feel an erotic kind of numbness spread up his ass, through his spine and into his brain. He could feel his neighbor working for of the goo into his ass.

“No…no more,” he begged.

“We’re just getting started, Bobby,” Marc said, scooping up a gob of the fluid and thrusting it into Bobby’s ass. “There, that’s better.”

“Feel the pleasure that comes from giving in. Isn’t it so much better than fighting? You don’t want to fight. You want to give in and feel the pleasure,” Marc continued.

Bobby wondered ever so briefly why he was letting his neighbor finger him like a cheap, two-dollar whore, but then felt a spike of pleasure and heard himself say in a far-away voice: “give in and feel the pleasure.”

“That ‘rock’ you see is actually a little going away present for you,” Marc explained as he lowed his pants and boxers and rubbed his obscenely large balls. “After we’ve finished with your conversion, you’ll take that pod home for your step-son Sam.”

“Noooooo, not Sam.”

“Still a bit or resistance, eh? We can’t have that. Let’s get the goo deep up your ass, shall we?”

Bobby expected it to hurt like hell when Marc thrust his hard dick up his virgin ass. To the contrary, it felt surprisingly good. Bobby knew that this was due in part to the goo that was leeching into his bloodstream, overwhelming his body with erotic pleasure. Still, a part of him –the real him, or what was left of him, but fast slipping away – that part of him realized that it felt damn good to get fucked. He found himself thrust back, riding Marc’s cock.

“That’s it, boy. Won’t take too long. Just a few more strokes. You should be honored. You’re the first to receive a hybrid. It takes longer for us to produce them, but over a couple of days your own balls are going to swell with a new life. Which is good, because we’re running out of pods and thankfully your species is compatible to reproduce.”

Bobby figured he should be alarmed by what Marc was saying, but the minute he had a bit of nagging doubt, Marc’s dick would hit a pleasure button in his ass and he would moan, drool and let any concern go.

Marc suddenly pulled out and pushed Bobby to his knees. “It’s time for you to receive your Master.”

Marc grimaced a bit in pain as the newly birthed creature made it’s way out of his piss slit.

He held Bobby down until the hatchling could slither across Bobby’s face and into his ear.

Bobby’s entire body shook as the creature hooked into his brain and central nervous system.

“Feeling better, son,” Marc asked as he massaged Bobby’s chest.

“Much better,” Bobby said, looking at Marc with pure adoration.

“The pizza should be here soon and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you play with the delivery boy,” Marc said with a wink. “That should tide you over until the pod is ready for Sammy.”

yes-iamincontrol:

“Daddy, im done with my photoshoot can you pic me up?”

“Yes boi, I’ll bing the car around. Get in the back seat with me, James is chauffeuring me around.”

“Um, Daddy, can I suck you off when you come, i havent since this morning since i blew your morning wood, its been hours.”

I just smerked at tghe text message, Alen, his real name I made him forget, because I hated it. Was such a good boy and money maker for me. Twenty three years only. He ran away from home the day after his 18th, thinking that he could live on his own without anyone and possibly survive. After three weeks of homelessness I found him, took him in, and hypnotized him the moment he came in. After years of brainwashing he is now just a toy for me, but when I think about he’s probably better off than the way he would have been going before. He’s heathy, hot, and had a great sex life. Mainly because I made it that way.

“I dont know boi. Ive shot a lot of loads today, put two in you this morning, I fucked my intern at lunch, and James blew me when he picked me up.”

Please Daddy. I worked out and did my ass routine this morning, you know that makes me horny.

The car pulled up, and he got in. I grabed his soft smooth ass and my dick shot up. “Fine boi. But dont make me cum. Im fucking you at home”

His mind was already gone, just touching his ass was a trigger.

Mergers and Acquisitions

Jackson Pruit could not believe his luck. The corporate raider had spent six months watching Sombolist Tech, stealthily preparing his takeover plan and now the day had arrived. As he sat across the table from the silver-haired CEO Thomas Jenkins, Jenkins appeared almost eager and relieved the Pruit’s capital fund was executing a hostile takeover. It was easy. Perhaps too easy.

Truth be told, Pruit relished taking down high powered executives. Jenkins as no different, really. He had built the tech company up from nothing. It was his life’s work. More than a few of the other CEOs of companies he had taken over and liquidated had screamed at him, threatened him with violence or pleaded. A few had even cried as their life’s work slipped through their fingers.

But not Jenkins.

“You look deep in thought, son. Something the matter,” Jenkins asked.

“I guess I’m just surprised by your reaction, that’s all,” Pruit replied.

“I’ve been around long enough to know when I’m beat. No sense prolonging things,” Jenkins said, reaching into the right top drawer of his desk to retrieve a portable hard drive. He handed the hard drive over to Pruit.

“All of the companies financials, our off-shore accounts and whatnot,” Jenkins said, rising from his desk. “I’ll leave you to review it and make sure everything is in order. I’ll come back in an hour or so to complete our merger. Can I have my assistant get you something to drink? Water, juice or coffee perhaps?”

Pruit smiled Jenkins was acting like his little bitch already. He was going to love crushing him in mind and spirit over the next couple of months during the transition.

“Some coffee would be great. Black. No cream. No sugar.”

“You got it,” Jenkins said, shutting the door behind him.

Pruit took his laptop out of its case, plugged it in and powered it on. He attached the hard drive just as Pruit’s male assistant came in.

“Your coffee, sir,” the young man said, handing Pruit the coffee cup. Pruit was too focused on his computer to notice that the assistant had a glazed, far off look. He dismissed the assistant with a wave of his hand.

Pruit opened a number of spreadsheets and took a sip of the hot coffee. It tasted a bit bitter. He made a note to bring in his private roast next time. He took another sip as he scrolled through various financial data. It wasn’t anything that he didn’t already know. Before long, he looked down and realized he had absent-mindlessly finished the nasty cup of coffee.

In another room, Jenkins –pants and boxer shorts down around his ankles watched Pruit on his laptop courtesy of a hidden camera in his office. Jenkins’ son Tanner –whom Pruit had assumed was just an assistant– was naked and on his knees, blowing his father.

An instant message window popped up.

“STATUS REPORT”

“Target has been given the drugged coffee,” Jenkins typed.

“PROCEED TO EXECUTE PROGRAM.”

Jenkins clicked on the MC Program.

Back in the office, an image flashed on Pruit’s machine ever so briefly.

Jenkins watched as the program got its hooks into the unsuspecting Pruit. Jenkins’ dick rose to full mast in part to his son’s mouth, but also because he recalled how the Master had first enslaved him with the very program he just executed remotely on Pruit’s computer. Master was so sexy. Master was so desirable. He loved to obey Master. After Master had thoroughly fucked his hole, Master had rewarded Jenkins by allowing him to convert his son Tanner.

Tanner had resisted at first. Jenkins had had to initially hold his own son down and force him to watch the program. Tanner was soon stroking his cock to the program, allowing it to format his mind until he too was totally obedient to the Master’s will. From there, the pair had covertly worked at recruiting until the entire company was under the Master’s sway.

Pruit was trying to focus on his financial review, but the computer screen continued to flicker.

Pruit heard a voice in his head repeat the words. The spiral is in charge. The spiral was beautiful. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it. Of course, it was in charge.

The spiral remained on the screen now. Words would occasionally flash.

YOUR COCK WILL GET ROCK HARD.

Pruit nodded and felt his 7 inch dick tent his custom suit trousers.

YOU ARE VERY HORNY.

“So very horny,” Pruit replied.

MASSAGE YOUR COCK THROUGH YOUR TROUSERS.

Pruit was in sheer bliss. He had never been so turned on. When he obeyed a command, the computer program gave a burst of light that caused him to shiver with passion.

THE MC PROGRAM IS NOW IN CHARGE.

“Yes,” he said, beginning to drool as he continued to stare.

When the program told him to unzip his pants and lower them and his boxers, he immediately obeyed.

The program had him stroke his cock ever so slowly. He found himself agreeing with the program. With each and every stroke, his resistance faded. It became harder and harder for him to think for himself. Better to just give in and allow the program to think for him.

Pruit became intimate with every inch of his cock.

Pruit was leaking steadily. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but the program –the big, beautiful, all-controlling program– told him that it wasn’t time yet.

He needed to be introduced to his new supervisor, after all. And that could only happen when he completed his training.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE YOUR NEW SUPERVISOR?

Pruit gasped with desire and hungrily uttered “Yes, God, please, yes!”

It was Jenkins. Pruit had never looked at another man naked, much less with desire, but the program was quickly reformatting his mind.

He soon found himself agreeing with the program. Jenkins’ cock was beautiful. STROKE. He wanted to touch and feel Jenkins’ cock for himself. STROKE. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his fingers around Jenkins’ pole. STROKE. Stroking Jenkins’ cock would be so hot. STROKE. Sucking Jenkins’ fuck stick would be even better. STROKE

Pruit licked his lips. He could hardly wait to taste his superior’s dick. STROKE. If he was lucky, Jenkins would shoot a load down his throat. STROKE.

PLAY WITH YOUR BOYPUSSY.

Pruit lifted his legs onto the desk to get at his hole.

He needed to take Jenkins’ large cock up his ass. STROKE. Pruit suddenly realized his fingers were not enough. STROKE. He needed Jenkins to fill him up. STROKE. Only then, could he be ready to serve the Master. STROKE.

With every stroke of his cock, Pruit found his hunger grow. As Jenkins fucked him, he would suck off his son. STROKE. He couldn’t resist the urge to suck or get fucked. STROKE.

Jenkins would help him serve the Master. STROKE. Nothing mattered but Master. STROKE. Obedience was pleasure. STROKE. The program gave a loud PING. Pruit’s will and mind was completely gone.

Pruit hitched up his pants, walked over to the conference room table and laid across it. His mind was filled with images of serving both Jenkins and Master.

“I’m a slut for cock,” he said, lowing his pants again as he continued to stroke his dick.

In the other room, Jenkins rose as soon as he heard the tell-tale PING signalling that Pruit’s mind was officially blown. Master IM’d him, indicating that he was free to fuck Pruit. Jenkins thanked Master and then quickly disrobed.

He walked into the office to find Pruit on his back on the conference table. Jenkins flipped Pruit onto his stomach and then pulled his pants and underwear completely off.

“Threat neutralized. ASSet acquired,” he said, plunging his dick into Pruit.

THE GAME

Phil was always a lover of both neuroscience and technology. The Army grant had allowed him to fund his research for the last five years and he was now ready to test his prototype.

He had sold the Army on the glasses by describing them as a neurotransmitter that, in stressful situations like combat, could essentially alter a soldier’s brainwaves, calm his fears and give him renewed focus to handle any task the C.O. could ask.

Phil’s actually plans were a bit more nefarious. A nerd and geek in high school, Phil had vowed revenge. Thoughts of bending straight soldiers, cops and jocks to his perverted, gay will had been a steady source of spank bank material that got him through high school and his bachelor’s and master’s degrees.

And now, the glasses were finally ready for their first human trial. Phil had figured that a soldier from the army base would be too high profile if something went wrong, so he had decided one day to approach his jock neighbor Steve while Steve was shooting hoops shirtless in his own driveway.

It had been surprisingly easy to get Steve to put the glasses on his head. Phil had told him the project was a revolutionary new game console. The glasses immersed the player in a 4D world through audio and visual stimulants.

“I can’t say I was too impressed with the 3D glasses that came with my new phone,” Steve said skeptically. “How are these any different?”

“Just come on in out of the direct sun light and try them on,” Phil said, leading his neighbor into his townhouse. “It will just take me five minutes and I’ll literally blow you mind.”

Steve reluctantly agreed and entered his neighbor’s house. He had always expected that Phil might have a crush on him –he had caught Phil watching him mow his grass shirtless on more than one occasion, but the chance to get his hands on new technology along with the bragging rights of being one of the first to use it had proved to be much more of a siren call for Steve to resist.

Phil motioned for Steve to have a seat on his couch, then Phil turned and retrieved the glasses. He placed them on Steve’s head and then adjusted the fiber optic wires so that they pointed directly as the lens centered above each eye. He then flipped a switch on the side and Steve heard a soft hum as the device powered up.

Steve saw that he was in the cockpit of a jet fighter. He looked around him, trying to find if there were any noticeable pixelation seams, but it seemed like he was actually in a cockpit.

“This is incredible,” Steve said.

“Wait, it gets better,” Phil said.

Phil opened his laptop and executed a few commands via bluetooth to the headset. Blue light shot out from each end of the fiber optic wire, causing Steve’s eye to dilate.

“Somethings….wrong,” Steve said, trying to take the glasses off. Phil quickly rushed over to him and held his hands down.

“Just let the pretty blue light wash all over you.”

Steve felt his mind go numb and he stopped struggling.

“Gotcha,” Phil said, watching Steve begin to drool. He returned to his laptop and started executing a subroutine.

“A stupid jock like yourself might be wondering what I’m doing, assuming you could think for yourself, of course,” Phil said. “The glasses are altering your brainwaves, adjusting them to the frequency of my choice.”

Phil took of his shirt and jeans and started to rub his cock through his boxer briefs.

Phil typed a command into the computer: get hard.

Steve’s 7 inch cock quickly grew rock hard, tenting his athletic shorts.

Phil watched the progress on the computer. It took all over ten minutes to reprogram Steve’s mind, by which time Phil’s dick was leaking a steady flow of precum that was bleeding through his boxers. He had to stop himself from rubbing his cock. He had come too far to rub one out prematurely.

“Switching to verbal mode” Phil typed and hit enter. “Follow me to the bedroom,” he said.

Steve executed the command like a robot, walking emotionless to the bedroom.

Phil lay on the bed. “Lay on top of me. Careful not to bump the headset.”

Phil played with Steve’s ass, rubbing his ass ring through the shorts and jock Steve was wearing.

He heard a moan escape from Steve.

“Ever have anyone play with your ass before,” Phil asked.

“No sir,” Steve said in a monotone.

“Every fool around with a guy before,” Phil asked.

“No, sir. Unit is straight.”

“Stand up and remove your shorts and jock as if you were a stripper.”

Steve moved to comply, seductively removing his shorts and then his jock.

“Would you normally let a man suck your cock,” Phil asked.

“No sir.”

“Unit will allow the master program to stimulate him,” Phil said.

Steve climbed back on top of Phil. A part of him wondered why the hell he was doing this and then the glasses –detecting independent thought, shot out more mind-numbing blue light. Steve felt his right hand lift and grab Phil’s head to bring it to his hard cock.

Phil sucked Steve’s cock for a bit before ordering the brainwashed jock into a 69 position. Phil only had to order something and Unit Steve would comply: more tongue, suck hard, cover your teeth. Unit Steve had gone from a heterosexual man to a fairly decent cocksucker in virtually no time.

Phil pushed Steve off his cock and onto his back.

Steve’s ass was tight. Phil had wanted things to last a bit longer, but Steve’s ass muscles were –after a few choice words from Phil– literally milking the load out of his dick. With a grunt, Phil christened Steve’s hole with cum.

After he had come down from the earth-shattering climax, he ordered Steve to dress and return to the couch. He also dressed and then executed the stop command on the laptop.

Steve blinked a few times and then removed the headset.

“How do you feel,” Phil asked.

“That was freakin’ awesome, dude,” Steve said, a dumb look and goofy grin on his face. “Though the programming in the cockpit might need some tweaking.”

“How so?”

“My ass feels kind of sore,” Steve said.

“Come back tomorrow and I’ll have worked out the kinks,” Phil replied, patting Steve on the back and leading him to the door.

“Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Phil replied as he shut his door and bid his neighbor goodnight.

He had some reports to view, but he was certain he could tweak Steve’s future experience so that Steve couldn’t help but agree that it was pleasurable.

Pods 4 -Coach Sawyer Improvises

Marc Petrie sat naked on his bed, listening to the carnal moans and grunts coming from his son Marc Jr.’s room. He didn’t want to just sit there and listen, but at the moment that was all he could seem to do.

He had come home early from work to check on Marc Jr. His son hadn’t been feeling well and had in fact skipped football practice, which is something his athletic son never did. He was the quarterback, after all. So, Marc knew that his son really wasn’t feeling well.

So he cancelled his afternoon meetings and headed home to check on him. Marc wasn’t alone, though. He opened his son’s bedroom door to find his son face down on his bed, completely naked. There was some kind of green plant like pod attached to his back, its tendrils snaked up his shoulders and into both of his ears. His son was moaning, but not out of pain. They were lustful grunts.

“What the fuck,” he said, moving to dislodge the plant from his son.

Someone grabbed his arm from behind him, stopping him.

He turned to face the intruder. It was Marc Jr.’s football coach. And he was naked with a raging hard on.

“I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bit unprepared,” Coach Sawyer said with no emotion in his voice. “We hadn’t expected you back until this evening and I don’t even have a pod for you.”

“Get the fuck out of my house, I’m calling the cops,” Marc yelled at the coach. Thoughts of having him arrested and fired filled his head.

“Argh,” he said as the coach forced him on his knees to come face to face with the coach’s dick. It was leaking copious amounts of green precum. Marc could only stare at it in horror as Coach Sawyer forcibly grabbed his head, pried open his mouth and shoved his cock into it.

Marc began to choke and was forced to swallow the green goo. It seemed to numb his throat and gradually spread throughout his body.

“There you go, Mr. Petrie. Just keep swallowing for a bit. Look up at me.”

Marc couldn’t understand why he was obeying when he wanted nothing more than to bite down on Coach Sawyer’s member and run.

“I had to stop over to see why my top player had skipped practice,” the coach calmly explained as he thrust in and out of Marc’s mouth. “The entire team now serves a higher purpose –the masters. There are only a few hold outs, including your son. I really had planned to have him convert you later tonight. We’ll have to improvise.”

The liquid seemed to fill him up.

“The green shade of your eyes tells me you’re nice and docile now,” Coach Sawyer said. “Isn’t that right?”

“Y-y-yes,” Marc heard himself say in a dreamy voice.

“Go into your bedroom, strip off all your clothes and get on your bed,” the coach order. “I need to break in that sweet, sweet quarterback ass and finish processing your son.”

Marc found himself doing just that. And now all he could do is hear the coach fucking his son in the next room and his son begging him to do it. He heard both of them climax and then someone leave.

His bedroom door opened.

“I’ve just sent your son out into the field to retrieve a pod for you,” Sawyer explained. “It should take him 10 or 15 minutes. In the meantime, I’ve got to make sure I keep you doped up until we can get you fitted with a master and properly converted. Take off your glasses.”

Marc resisted. Coach Sawyer could see that the emerald haze that had once filled Marc’s eyes was fading.

“We can’t have that, can we,” Coach Sawyer grabbed Marc and pulled him into a kiss.

He made sure to thrust his tongue in and out of Marc’s mouth. Marc could taste the green goo coating his mouth. And just like that, he found his ability to resist simply fade into a drug-induced haze.

Coach Sawyer broke the kiss to admire his handiwork.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

“You want to obey me.”

“I-I-I w-w-want to obey you,” Marc replied.

“You can’t resist me.”

“Can’t resist.”

“It turns you on to obey me,” Coach said.

“Yesss.”

Coach Sawyer pushed Marc down onto the bed.

“Obedience is pleasure, Marc,” Coach Sawyer said, stroking Marc’s hardening cock. “Feel the pleasure that comes from giving in. Isn’t it so much better than fighting? You don’t want to fight. You want to give in and feel the pleasure.”

“Feel the pleasure.”

Marc felt the Coach deep throat him. It was better than any woman ever did. Marc could feel Coach Sawyer push some of the green saliva into his dickhole. It felt incredible.

The coach flipped him onto his stomach. He took Marc’s cherry in one swoop.

Marc could feel more of the wonderful green goo fill him –this time in his ass.

“You fucking love this,” Coach Sawyer said, thrusting his rod deep up Marc’s anal chute. “You’re gonna love it even more when your son fucks you later.”

“Fuck me,” Marc heard himself say.

“The Masters will let you turn other guys out, too,” Sawyer said. “I bet you can think of a few guys, can’t you.”

“Yes, sir,” Marc said. He thrust his ass back on Coach Sawyer’s majestic dick as he humped the bed with his own cock. There was his neighbor Bobby, who was always working on his car in his garage. Bobby’s 18 year-old stepson Sam. Marc’s business partner Roberto.

He heard his bedroom door open. It was Marc Jr., who quickly stepped out of his clothes to present the pod to his dad.

“It’s about time,” Marc said. “Put that fucking thing on me already.”

Marc Jr. and Coach kissed as Marc felt the pod open up, attach itself to him and make a connection.

The coach pulled him into a tight embrace –as if he would try to escape at this point! He felt the coach thrust into him one final time and then blast his insides good and proper with more green goo at the exact time his Master’s tendrils invaded his ears, beginning his conversion.

Marc had never been more happy.

hypnoseros:

The professor looked so peaceful when I saw him on his bed asleep. I had let myself in the room, he didn’t wake up. Not that he could have done anything if he had. I had put the drug into his drink this afternoon, there was nothing he could do now.

“Can you hear me professor?”

“Yesss…” His sleepy answer came. He sounded barely concious, and most of his brain was.

“You need to listen and obey.”

“Listen….obey…”

“You’re going to be my good little slave from here on out. You’re going to strip for me and pleasure me and do what I ever ask you to, do you understand?”

“Yes master…..I understand.”

“Strip for me slave!” I commanded, and he did just that. He didn’t even bother to take off his clothes. This was indeed going to be a fun little conquest. That project he had me work on was going to be such a fun experiment.

Andrew flipped open his laptop and booted it up. After the fight he had just had with his Stepdad Pete, he needed to blow off some steam by jacking off to his favorite porn sites.

It seemed to be taking longer than usual to boot up. Maybe he was just being anxious. Andrew just wanted to put the fight behind him.

With his mom Janet gone on business trips all the time, it meant Pete and Andrew were stuck with each other.

His stepdad Pete worked IT for a construction company and his company currently had no work. Which meant the guy was home all the time.

Andrew was on summer break from college. Pete had suggested Andrew get a summer job “to start pulling his weight,” but since Andrew had a full-ride lacrosse scholarship to the state university, he had no plans to get a job.

He was always riding him to load his dishes, do his own laundry or take out the trash. Fuck him! Pete was a grown man sponging of his mom. He was home all day, he could take out the garbage or load the dishes.

The computer finally booted up and Andrew entered his password to log on. He launched the web browser and quickly entered the address for his favorite porn site.

The screen went dark for a second and then a photo of big breasted blonde appeared on the screen.

Andrew massaged his hardening dick through his Adidas soccer shorts

There was a flash, momentarily dazing him.

It was barely noticeable before the picture changed to a brunette who was playing with her nipples.

Andrew pushed his shorts and briefs down to his ankles and settled back into the couch to watch the slide show.

“Love to ram my cock between her titties and titty fucker her,” he said out loud.

Brief images seemed to flash on and off along with with a few words. Andrew tried to read what they said, but they appeared and disappeared to quickly, followed by another image of a naked, smoking hot babe.

“What was that,” he said at another flash, before a picture of a red head with the biggest tits he had ever seen appeared on the screen.

“Fuck, she’s hot,” he said, settling back in to stroke his cock and enjoy the show.

In another room of the house, Pete watched his arrogant stepson through the laptop’s webcam. He palmed his own rising cock through his shorts as he watched the smug little college brat’s demeanor change. It was slow and subtle. A picture, then a flash, then another picture, then another flash. Andrew was too lost in his masturbation to notice.

“You stupid, little shit. Your forgot I majored in computers, but minored in psychology,” Pete said from the other room.

Pete considered himself straight, but he learned back in college that he like nothing more than creating subliminal programs to take down arrogant dudes and bend him to his will. Using these tools on women seemed unnecessary as Pete was usually about to charm his way into any woman’s pants. Guys were a challenge, though. He loved watching the spark of will slowly drain from men’s eyes to the point in which they become his malleable playthings.

Back in the den, Andrew’s body began to slump more as Pete’s brainwashing program took root.

Andrew’s eyes grew a bit dull and vacant as he stared at the screen with rapt attention.

The last image faded, replaced with instructions. Andrew stopped jerking his dick with his right hand and unconsciously typed in the new web site. He then returned to stroking.

The image that flashed on the screen was a whirling spiral and Andrew felt as if his entire being was being pulled into it.

In the other room, Pete quickly put on a speaker headset and jacked into the other computer.

His stepson would find it hard to say no to him after this.

“Andrew, keeps stroking your dick as you look at the pretty spiral,” Pete said. “That’s it. Keep looking. You want to keep looking as deeply as you can. You can find the center, can’t you boy?”

“Yes,” Andrew heard himself answer from a far away place.

“Good, good. Look at the beautiful and fascinating center. It’s so beautiful.”

“So beautiful,” Andrew responded.

“So fascinating,” Pete cooed.

“So fascinating,” Andrew said, slowly jacking his cock.

“You don’t want to look away, do you?”

“No, sir,” Andrew said, feeling the captivating spiral pull him further down. His eyes were transfixed.

“Let all your thoughts and cares just drift away. Only my voice. Let it guide you further and further down. Deeper and deeper down.”

“You will obey Hypnodaddy Pete. Relax, listen and obey Hypnodaddy Pete,” Pete seductively said. “Andrew you have no thoughts and no will. You just need to obey Hypnodaddy Pete.”

“Obey…Hypnodaddy Pete,” Andrew said as he began to drool.

“Hypnodaddy Pete is the most handsome, sexy man you’ve ever seen. He turns you on more than anything else in the world. He makes you so hot.”

“Hypnodaddy Pete…sooooo hot,” Andrew said, jacking his cock as the images of his stepdad played out on both the computer screen and in his brainwashed head.

“From now on you will do whatever it is the Hypnodaddy Pete tells you to do. Even when you aren’t in trance. Do you understand, boy,” Peter asked the hypno-zonked teen.

“Yes….anything.”

“When you hear me say ‘Look into Hynodaddy’s spiral eyes’ you will immediately look into my eyes and fall back down into this deep, deep place.”

“Yes,” Andrew said.

“Good, good boy. I’m going to wake you on the count of five. You’re not going to remember being tranced, but you will follow all your orders. Understand?”

“Yes Hypnodaddy Pete.”

“Good. 1. Slowly rising up. 2. Back to this plane. 3. Breathing and thoughts back to normal. 4. Feeling refreshed and 5 -AWAKE.”

Pete switched off the mic and ended the program. Andrew’s computer began to display the site he originally thought he was going to before Pete had hacked it.

“Fuck, she’s hot,” Andrew said, without missing a beat.

Pete suddenly opened the den door, surprising Andrew.

“D-d-dude. A little privacy,” Andrew said, covering his balls and stiff rod.

“Shhhh. Just look into Hypnodaddy’s spiral eyes,” Pete said.

“There’s my hypnotized little slut boy,” Pete said with a grin. “Not such an arrogant little shit anymore, are you?”

“No, Hypnodaddy Pete.”

“Invite me to join you, boy.”

“Would you like to join me on the couch, sir,” Andrew said. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his stepdad. He was the most beautiful man Andrew had ever seen.

“Beg me, boy.”

“Please, please sit next to me on the couch, Daddy,” Andrew said with painful longing.

Pete sat down next to the boy and watched him briefly.

“Strip for me, boy,” he ordered as he dropped his own shorts and began to take off his own shirt.

“You’re feeling soooo horney, boy. You love showing me your body.”

“Love showing you my body,” Pete replied in a monotone.

“Even more so, you love looking at my body, isn’t that right,” Pete asked his hypno-zonked stepson.

“Love looking at your body,” Andrew replied, his cock growing painfully hard.

Pete watched his stepson closely to make sure the program had fully taken hold of the lad’s brain.

“Such a naive, mindless hypnoslut. You’re just a mindless piece of meat for me to use for my pleasure,” Pete said as he stroked his own hardening cock. “Kiss me.”

Pete pulled the kid into him and held him tightly. He thrust his tongue into Andrew’s mouth and the teen moaned with excitement.

“You’ve got me so worked up, son,” he said, pulling away from Andrew. “I’d love to break in that ass, but I wouldn’t last but a few plunges into your tight, cherry hole and you deserve to be fucked good and proper.”

Pete stood up and looked at Andrew as he looked up at him. His eyes were vacant, his will complete gone.

And Pete had never been turned on so much in his entire laugh. He slapped his hard dick against Andrew’s face.

“Suck daddy’s cock.”

Andrew didn’t hesitate. He opened his soft lips and swallowed Pete’s cock down in one full swoop.

Andrew was in heaven. The taste was a mixture of salty and sweet. He couldn’t get enough of this man’s beautiful cock down his throat. Though he had never sucked a cock before, Andrew proved to be something of a natural-born cock sucker. As the dick pistoned in and out of his mouth, he worked his tongue around the shaft, causing Pete to moan.

Pete grabbed his own dick from Andrew and aimed it at his stepson.

“Don’t swallow,” he ordered as he shot thick cocksnot into the teen’s gaping maw.

“Anointing you with Hypnodaddy Pete’s cum,” he said, smearing the load all over Andrew’s cheeks, lips and face.

He scooped the boy into his arms and sat him on the couch.

“Stroke that cock for me, Andrew. Show me how you beat off,” he said as he tweaked one of the lad’s nipples.

Andrew’s whole body went rigid and he shot a load all over his six-pack abs and chest.

“Now, let’s talk about some other changes we’re going to make around here,” Pete said with a smile to the captivated teen.

Puppetboy Mobile Edition

Blaize sat barefoot on the stoop of the apartment building. His frat bro (and roomie) Chet was in their apartment in 4C dealing with Travis the cable guy. Blaize had been watching a lot of TV later. Just what, he could never remember. Chet had been along side him on the couch, but lately had found excuses not to come home.

“I’m telling ya dude, there’s hours of the day that I can’t account for and that ain’t right,” Chet had said on the phone last night from his girlfriend’s place.

“Dude, you sound stressed,” Blaize had told him. “You just need to come home and chill out on the couch and watch some TV. I’ll even rub your shoulders and make you feel real good.”

“That’s just it, bro. I don’t want to watch any TV”

“Sure, you do.”

“Dude, you’re in front of that flat screen for hours at a time. It’s like you’re addicted.”

“Nah, bro. It’s just quality television. Binge-watching never hurt anyone,” Blaize had said.

Chet was insistent that there was something wrong, though. Chet the night at Tina’s again, promising to be by in the morning for a chance of clothes.

Chet’s warnings had concerned him. Maybe there was something wrong with the TV or the cable box. He called in a repair and Travis the cable guy came over first thing this morning.

Travis had shown him there was nothing wrong. They had spent an hour watching something –again, Blaize couldn’t remember what exactly, but he had found it to be very stimulating.

When Chet came in for a change of clothes, the pair had leaped on him. They had held him down on the couch until his struggling stopped. Chet eventually became quite docile.

“Keep your eyes on the program, bud,” Blaize had said, holding Chet’s head in place.

“I need to go over some special features with Chet,” Travis said. “Why don’t you go downstairs and get some fresh air, buddy.”

“And this will get him back on board,” Blaize asked.

“You can see how he already has changed his mind, but I need a few minutes alone with him and then you and he can get back to some quality time on the couch.”

Blaize was missing his couch time one-on-one with Chet. It would be great to be back on the couch with his buddy, so Blaize followed orders.

He had been down there all of five minutes when he saw their neighbor from across the hall in 4D. His name was Roberto, but beyond that, he kept to himself. Blaize figured he just needed to make some friends that he could hang out with, drink a few beers and sit on the couch and watch some quality TV.

Blaize typed a sequence of keystrokes into a program on his phone and then set his phone down and walked inside.

Roberto had seen him leave the phone behind and he picked it up.

Just as he did, the screen flashed with a bright series of lights. Roberto felt his mind go a little numb. A voice in his head told him to bring the phone up to his ear.

He heard a series of tones. They seemed to be trying to find the right frequency. It was starting to make his brain hurt, but try as he might, he couldn’t put the phone down. Nor could he say anything. All he could do was listen to the tones. They finally found the right frequency. Roberto’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Outside,” he replied. “Yes, I understand.”

The sounds were now the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. They ordered him to calmly walk into the apartment building. He hit the elevator button, entered it and selected 4.

He walked robotic to his apartment and opened the door. The sounds told him it was important to leave the door unlocked and Roberto obeyed.

There was another sequence of tones and Roberto felt a wave of pleasure move from his head down to his toes. His cock got instantly hard.

“Yes, obedience is pleasure,” he said.

The tones told him to lose his shirt and pants and Roberto was only too happy to oblige.

He sat down on the couch in just his cotton boxers. The tones told him to stop listening and instead watch the screen. He held the phone in front of him.

Roberto didn’t just find the static video feed soothing, it was also somewhat erotic for some reason. He used his other hand to massage his dick through the boxers.

Soon, the image changes.

Roberto gasped with pleasure. Of course, it made perfect sense. He needed to submit. To who or what, he wasn’t exactly sure. He would willingly submit, though. He would be happy to submit. Submission was obeying and obeying was pleasure.

His dick was leaking now. The fabric of his boxers was slick. He had never thought to taste his own juice, but it seemed like a good idea. He stuck his hand into his boxers and scooped up some the cock nectar.

He brought his hand up so he could look at the clear liquid and the screen. The word “submit” flashed again on the screen. With a dopey grin on his face, he brought his hand up to his mouth and shoved his fingers in. The taste was salty and slightly sweet. He wanted more.

And then the screen flashed and the picture changed again.

Roberto had been born Catholic. Something told him he was about to find a new deity to worship. Yes, the tone was right. He would fall on his knees when ordered.

“Hello, puppet.” Roberto’s God said, loosening his tie.

Roberto agreed with the voice in his head. He was the most beautiful creature Roberto had ever seen.

“Just let my program finish getting its hooks in you, boy. You want that more than anything else, don’t you,” the God said.

“Yes,” Roberto said, licking his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, P-P-Puppet Master.”

“Good boy. Does puppet have a name,” the man asked as he discarded his pants.

“Roberto, Puppet Master.”

“Show me your cock, Puppet Roberto.”

Roberto hesitated. He had never shown his cock to another guy.

“Oh, I like a challenge,” Puppet Master said.

There were a series of flashes followed by a series of words.

OBEY

SUBMIT

NO WILL

LET PUPPET MASTER CONTROL YOU

Roberto was drooling. Yes. He needed to obey. He needed to submit. He had no will. It felt so good to let the Puppet Master control him.

Puppet Master watched as Roberto’s mind gave up the last of its resistance. He found it so hot, he had to stroke his own cock.

“See, I’m naked Puppet Roberto. You need to be naked, too.

“Yes, Puppet Master.”

“So? Get. Naked. Now!”

Roberto tore the boxers off.

“Feel all your will power drain from you as stroke your cock up and down. Up and down.”

“See me stroking with you. I control your hand, Puppet,” Puppet Master said.

“Yes, Puppet Master.”

“Up”

“Up,” Roberto said mimicking him.

“Down.”

“Down,” Roberto said.

“You will return to this wonderful, blissful state of arousal whenever you hear me and only me say ‘Puppet Roberto enslaved by phone, now is the time for you to become a drone.’ Do you understand, Puppet Roberto?”

“Yes, Puppet Master.”

“You may enter,” Puppet Master called out. “He is mine.”

Blaize opened the door to Roberto’s apartment.

“Thank Puppet Blaize for enslaving you, Puppet Roberto,” Puppet Master said.

Roberto rose up off the couch.

“Thank you for enslaving me, Puppet Blaize,” he said with a smile.

“Puppets, I need to attend to Puppet Chet. I will be back to break Puppet Roberto in when I’m done. For now, you may fuck Puppet Blaize if he wants.”

“Puppet Roberto, I’d like my phone back,” Blaize said.

Sensing Blaize was not an Alpha puppet, Roberto saw an advantage.

“I think you need to do something to earn it,” he said.

“Like what,” Blaize asked.

“Strip and suck my dick.”

“‘bout time, but how about we 69,” Blaize said, quickly losing all of his clothes.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Roberto said, his eyes glazing over as he wrapped his lips around his first cock.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Blaize repeated, his mind also going blank.

Blaize was glad to have a new buddy to watch TV with. Roberto’s oral skills were better than Chet’s. At least, until Chet had recommitted to the programming. Blaize thrust a final time into Roberto’s mouth and shot his load as he thought about taking his best friend’s lips for a test drive later that night.

Roberto pushed Blaize off his dick and Blaize was confused.

“Puppet Master said I could fuck your ass,” Robert said as he sat up.

Blaize lowered himself onto the thick cock, only too happy to oblige a fellow puppet.”

Roberto looked longingly at Blaize and he plunged his cock in and out of Blaize’s tight hole. He could hardly wait for later tonight when the Puppet Master took his own ass for a drive.

masterboibinder:

The Boss summoned Tony into his office – not for any type of meeting or anything business-related – the Boss just wanted to check and see if Tony’s hypno-trigger was still in effect. All it took was a few glancing brushes of the fingers… across Tony’s starched dress shirt while giving an adjusting tug to the knot of Tony’s necktie… and Tony’s eyes locked with the Boss’ gaze. As his gliding fingers drew casual swirling circles around those hardening straight-boy pecnubs, the Boss just smiled… watching Tony’s eyes glaze over… Tony wanted to pull away, but something urged him to offer his pecs to the Boss. With a slow, methodical popping of each button, Tony sank deeper and deeper… mindlessly melting under the Boss’ manipulative masterful control.

“Thanks for coming in so Obediently, Tony, you’ve really become one of my favorites around here at the Firm. I think that’s all I needed you for right now, stud… Oh, by the way, I need you to stay late again tonight…. I’ve got some special clients coming by after 5 pm… it could be a late night so you might want to call your girlfriend and tell her you need to work for the Boss again…

And one more thing, Tony…. I want you to go back to your office, lock the door, take out that cock… and just stare it for the rest of the afternoon… no touching… just staring… I’ll let you know when the clients get here, stud… Keep up the good work, Tony!”

Lieutenant Dickson stood at attention, eyes straight ahead, arms behind his back and unable to move.

He wanted to scream or yell, but couldn’t seem to move his mouth.

And the part that scared him the most –he could not recall how he came to be in this predicament.

He thought of the last moments he could remember. He had decided to stay on base instead of going into town on the hunt for pussy with his men. After working out and showering, he headed to the Officer Club for a nightcap.

The base had one of the last remaining O-Clubs left. And for good reason. The O-Club was dead. A Major who Dickson didn’t recognize was sitting at the other end of the bar, nursing what looked to be a whiskey on the rocks. Dickson nodded and tipped his beer to the superior officer.

The superior took that as an invitation and sat next to Dickson.

Dickson rose to salute him.

“At ease, Lieutenant,” the Major said. He offered his hand to Dickson. “Major Mathers from Washington. Just in for the weekend and figured I would check out one of the last remaining O-Clubs left.”

They both returned to bar stools.

“Younger guys prefer to go off base to the bars with townies,” Dickson explained. “Girls who are impressed
by a flash of abs and usually buy you drinks as a ‘thank you’ for your service.”

“ And on most other bases, families outnumbered single soldiers. Most clubs had been converted into Goddamn day care centers,” Mathers said. Both men laughed.

They talked a bit about each other’s military careers and whatnot. Dickens finished his beer and was going to politely excuse himself.

“Sit down, soldier. Next round is on me,” Mathers said.

“I gotta take a piss, first,” Dickens said and then headed to the can.

His trouser snake drained, Dickens returned to find a freshly poured pint waiting for him.

Dickens had sat back down.

“Mighty kind of you, Sir,” he said, taking a long sip of the drink. Mathers continued to nurse his whiskey and he began to play with a pair of dog tags.

Dickens blinked a few times as the dog tags caught the overhead light and seemed to direct beams of light his way.

Mathers moved in closer. “Don’t mind me. Just enjoy your beer.”

The Major was right. He would enjoy his beer. He took another sip.

“Damn, Son. Take a manly gulp.”

Dickens chugged half of the beer down. Something tasted a bit off about it.

“These are the latest in high tech dog tags,” Mathers said as he continued to swing the dog tags back and forth.

Dickens eyes seemed to lose focus for a minute.

“Finish your beer, Son.”

Dickens downed the rest of it.

“Can you tell what’s special about these dog tags, Lieutenant,” Mathers asked.

“N-n-no, Sir.”

“They’re engraved with special 3-D writing, but you have to watch them closely to catch the intricate writing.”

Dickens’s eyes followed the swinging dog tags. The tags would occasionally catch the light and almost having a strobe-like effect.

“Keep trying to read ‘em as they sway back and forth. Back and forth. Center all your attention and focus on the dog tags. That’s a good boy. You can’t look away. You don’t want to look away. Just raise your eyes. You don’t have to move your head. Just follow the tags with your eyes back and forth. Back and forth.”

Dickens could feel his mind going numb, but if had felt so good to watch those damn tags.

“Back and forth, back and forth. So hard to read now. So hard to concentrate. So easy to just let go…”

And then the next thing Dickens remembered was this moment now. Standing at attention, still looking forward.

“Welcome to my exclusive private playroom, Lieutenant,” Mathers said as he rubbed his crotch.

“I’ve spent a bit of time conditioning you further with these,” he held up the dog tags. “When I place them around your neck, you will listen and do what you are instructed.”

“Listen and do what I am instructed,” Dickens heard himself say. His voice seemed so far away.

Mathers placed them around his neck and Dickens felt his lips move into a goofy grin.

“Are you ready to obey, boy?

Dickens wanted to scream out, but instead meekly said “Yes, Sir.”

“Do 20 push-ups,” Mathers said.

Dickens quickly complied as 20 push-ups were nothing for him to do.

“Stand up, take off your shirt and hand it to me,” Mathers said as he took off his own jacket.

“So handsome, so docile,” Mathers said, rubbing Dickens chest and shoulders. “I think you’re getting off on giving me control, isn’t that right, boy.”

Dickens felt his cock harden in his boxers, causing the camouflage pants to tent obscenely.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You truly want to surrender to a superior man. I am that superior man, understand boy,” he asked, undoing his tie and opening his shirt.

Mathers sat back in his chair. “Strip for me, you slut. Turn me on and I might let you taste my cock.”

Dickens undid his belt and with both hands, ran it forth between his legs. He then turned around, bent over and began to untie his boots, gyrating his ass as he did so.

He kicked the boots off and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. He looked as Mathers seductively and then popped the button of his pants. He fished his right hand into his pants to play with his cock as he lifted his left arm up and licked his arm.

“Very nice, slaveboy,” Mathers said as he unzipped his own pants and fished out his own hard cock. “Keep going.”

Mathers began to stroke his cock as Dickens seductively dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He snapped the waistband of his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and rubbed his thighs.

“Show me what you’re packing.”

Dickens lost the shorts. His six-inch hard cock, which at this point had begun to leak precum, smacked against his six pack abs.

Mathers stood up and walked behind Dickens. He caressed his neck and then forcibly threw him down on the desk. He pushed Dickens’ ass back and forth.

“Feel the desk on that hard cock. It’s almost like the desk is jerking you off. No matter how excited you get, you’re not going to be able to cum without my permission.”

Dickens was humping the desk with wild abandon. Inside his head, he was screaming at the humiliation he was suffering.

“Time for more mind-numbing toys, boy.”

Mathers showed Dickens the electro-stimulation pads and a glass dildo that had wires coming from it.

As Dickens continued to hump the desk, Mathers attached the pads. He then attached them to a box and turned a dial on the box. Dickens immediately felt the massaging current and moaned.

“Feel the current zap any remaining resistance, boy. Taking you down to where you long to be.”

“Taking me down…f-f-f-uck.”

“And who is your superior officer?”

Dickens resisted for just a second.

“A little will still, huh? Time to bust that cherry,” Mathers said.

Dickens felt the cool, cock-shaped object enter his ass. A wave of surrender washed over him.

“Obedience is pleasure, boy,” Masters said, turning the dial.

Dickens finally broke complete down and agreed. Mathers lifted Dickens head up by his hair.

“Eyes glazed, mouth drooling, you’re mind completely, aren’t you boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You crave to obey and serve me,” Mathers said, rubbing his dick head against Dickens’ lips.

“I crave to obey and serve you.”

“Suck my cock, boy. You’ve earned it.”

Dickens tentatively stuck the tip of Mather’s dick in his mouth. Mathers grabbed his head and forced him down on the full length of his shaft.

“Yeah, choke on that dick, boy.”

Dickens eyes watered and he began to really drool as Mathers fucked his mouth.

“Time for the main event,” Mathers said, pulling out of Dickens mouth and walking behind him. He quickly removed the dildo and plunged his dick into Dickens’ anal hole.

“You want this so bad.”

Dickens felt himself arch his back and push back on the dick.

“Fucked your brain and now fucking your ass and you love it.”

“Aw, fuck me, Sir.”

“Anytime you see me and I put those dog tags on you, you become mine,” Mathers said, slapping his ass.

“Getting close boy and you’re going to cum when you feel me coat the insides of your hole.”

“Yes Sir.”

Mathers grabbed Dickens by the hair and savagely pistoned in and out of his hole and then shot his load.

As ordered, Dickens blew his substantial load all over the desk.

As he dressed himself, Mathers had him lick up his load off the desk, of course.

Mathers ordered him to then dress himself. When the room was set back in order Mathers had Dickens hand him the dog tags.

“You’ll stay in this daze until you are back in your bedroom. You’ll then return to normal, but not remember anything that transpired, you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Whenever you see me hold up these dog tags, you’ll revert to this dazed state. When I put these back around your neck, you’ll become my mindless soldier boy again.”

Dickens awoke from his mental fog back in his bedroom. His mouth and ass were sore and his dick was spent for some reason. He remembered going to the O-Club and having a single beer, but not much else.

The time lapse didn’t scare him, though. He strangely felt both satiated and satisfied. He stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed.

“Must have been more tired than I thought,” he thought to himself. “Glad I stayed on base.”

He wasn’t the only one.