The two cops thought they were going to bust a criminal in four states, they had recognized him from ATB description. They thought it would be no problem. They were wrong.
The only thing they accomplished by the end of the day was having their puny minds ensnared and their bodies bent to the service of their new master.
Computer Control
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It’s the last thing Mark expects when he walks into the house. His dad is bent over being fucked by the neighbor and he’s actually enjoying it.
Begging for it. Calling him master.
And the next thing that happens is Mark can feel himself wanting to enjoy the sight too. He can feel his hand guiding itself to his cock.
Wanting to jerk off, wanting to get on his knees in front of his dad. And obviously Mark obliges for their neighbor like a happy new slave.
I thoughy you may like this new pendant, Daddy.
Yes, it is shiny. So shiny. Kind of makes it hard to think of anything else. Or to even think at all.
No, it’s okay. You don’t need to think as you stare at the pendant. That’s right, you will feel dumb. So dumb. And weak as you fall to your knees at Master’s feet. Such a dumb and obedient Daddy. Now fuck me like the dumb drone you are.
He stared at the television as he stroked his cock. He wasn’t sure why the TV displayed some weird spiral and played such strange sounds. By this time, he didn’t care. He just needed to cum. No matter how long or hard he stroked, he couldn’t. His son’s best friend walked in, and he knew why he couldn’t. He needed permission from this boy. He needed permission from his Master.
Opening the new app, he was surprised the app didn’t immediately list the workout regimens it promised. Instead, the screen flashed and spun. For a moment, he debated closing the app, but he found it hard to look away. In just a few minutes, he was staring, mouth agape. His mind slowly drained and was replaced by a need to obey the app. Now, he sent the first of many pics to the creator of the app, his new master.
He knelt, knowing it was his place: On his knees. He had cum three times in the last hour since he saw the spiral, each time losing more and more of his mind. Now, prepping for the fourth time, he drooled as he stared. His mind was already turned to mush, and his will was all but gone. After he cums, it will be the last time he cums as a man. After that, he will be a slave, a pet to be used by his Master. But he didn’t care. To be fair, he stopped caring after the first time he came. It felt so good to submit. It felt so good to be a dumb pet, knowing nothing but servitude and building himself for his Master. His face passive and blank as his cock swelled. Pumping mindlessly, he felt it harden in his hand. It quivered. It pulsed. A pleasurable pressure built in his balls and the base of his cock. The spiral continued, as a voice spoke, telling him to push the last of his will and mind into the cum that will soon be shooting out of him. He obeyed the spiral, obeyed the voice, the words, his Master. His cock’s head swelled as cum raced up the shaft. White streams poured out of it, along with all that was left of the man. Now, the Slave stayed kneeling, in his rightful place. He was ready to serve, and it brought him peace. He was perfect as a slave, and this knowledge filled him with joy his old self had never known.
Obedience is perfection.
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