Catching the Bug -Part II

It had been a slow morning and Noah Casper was counting down the hours until it hit 5 p.m. and he could head to the gym and then home to fuck his girlfriend Tiffany. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked up at the clock on the wall across from his desk. The seconds seemed to tick by at a glacial pace. He loosened his tie.

Today was going by slower than normal, what with his boss Mr. Wyler out at some big client presentation and not there to have Noah running all over town doing everything from picking up his dry cleaning to fetching his soy lattes. Noah didn’t mind. At least the errands got him out of the sterile office and into fresh air. It helped to pass the time when he was stuck in mid-day traffic. At least he could crank up the tunes.

With nothing left to do and no one watching him, he figured he might kill some time playing his favorite online, turn-based strategy game. Noah was so engrossed in BattleBots, he didn’t hear the package delivery guy until the guy cleared his throat.

Noah quickly minimized his game and shuffled some papers on his desk.

“Sorry, I, um, didn’t see you there.”

“I have a delivery for Bennett Wyler,” the delivery man said rather robotically.

“He’s not in, but I can sign for it,” Noah replied.

“My orders are to make the delivery directly to Bennett Wyler for…processing,” the guy replied. “When do you expect him to return?”

Noah quickly checked the Outlook calendar. “He’s not due back in until three. You can come back in two hours or I can sign for it and you can leave it with me. I’m Noah Casper. I’m Mr. Wyler’s personal assistant. I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Noah held out his hand, waiting for a handshake that never came. He sheepishly retracted his hand and eyed the guy dressed in khaki from head to toe. He seemed to be mulling what Noah had said in his head. Almost as if he was computing something.

Noah nervously made small talk.

“You’re a pretty big guy, I bet the chick must fall all over you, am I right? I work out like five times a week and I have yet to see you kind of gains. So, is it something you’re doing at the gym or do I need to quit this job and start delivering packages,” he said with a smile.

“Yes, it is acceptable for you to deliver packages,” the man said, setting the envelope on Noah’s desk and then shutting the office door.

“Must be something real important if you need privacy,” Noah said.

“Ensuring deliver is one of the most important things you will ever do,” the man said, moving uncomfortably close to Noah.

Noah glanced at the envelope and could almost swear he saw something move inside it.

The delivery guy thrust a computer tablet in front of Noah. Noah looked down to read what was on the screen and didn’t see the dozen or so metallic little bugs swarm out of the envelope and quickly crawl down the leg of his desk, across the floor and towards their newly-acquired target.

Noah had barely signed his name when he felt the first tiny bit. The shock was enough that he rose up from his desk.

“What the hell! Something just bit me.”

The delivery man calmly turned and locked the door.

“If it is any consolation, my former self is feeling some guilt,” the delivery guy said, suddenly rubbing his erection. “There, there, Jack Shepherd,” the man continued talking to himself. “That’s right. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

“I can feel them crawling up my leg. Why can’t I move,” Noah asked. “What the hell did you do to me?”

The drone that was delivery man Jack Shepherd gently stroked Noah’s face.

“Shhhh. Just be quiet now. Don’t worry. It’ll just be a moment more. A bit more pain and then amazing pleasure. You’ll see.”

Noah found that he could no longer cry out. This despite the fact that whatever was on him –and he could tell it appeared to we a dozen or so things judging from the lump moving under his jeans– had now reached his thigh before the plumb-sized lump seemed to split into two with one group heading towards his crotch and the other continuing its ascent up his torso and then onto his back.

And then the stinging returned. First, in his balls. The pain quickly turned to heat and finally a pleasant vibration. Despite the violation, Noah quickly found his 6.5 inch cock growing hard. Point five. Not half an inch. It was almost as if his brain was starting to think in purely mathematical terms.

A mass invaded his ass. His girlfriend had tried to stick a finger up there once when she was blowing him and he had pushed her off his dick. His butthole had been an exit only.

Now, he felt himself lift his leg up onto his desk as his hand tried to spread his hole to let more of them in. God, it felt so good.

“That’s it,” drone Jack said as he stroked his cock and watched Noah’s conversion. His own bots were releasing a steady stream of chemicals into his blissed out brain –dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin his Master had told him. It was making sure that his former self would never again feel even the slightest bit of guilt in carrying out the Master’s plans.

“That’s it, boy,” drone Jack continued. “Just relax and enjoy this. Feel the pleasure grow as you give in. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.”

Noah arched his back and moaned as the nanobots continued their anal assault. The other swarm, meanwhile, had dug into his spine and were now traveling up his brainstem. A calming sense quickly spread through his body. He started to drool.

“Give yourself over to us fully. Submit. Only then will you have release.”

Noah frantically undid his belt and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs. He sat back in the chair, humping it and trying to get more and more of the nanobots to rub against that special place in his ass that he didn’t even know existed before today. Somewhere deep down inside of him, his old self was shocked that he was allowing himself to be fucked. His new self had no such problems. It just felt too good. His dick was leaking and begging for release.

“Obedience is pleasure,” drone Jack said.

Noah couldn’t agree more and found himself uttering the phrase back in between thrusts. “Obedience is pleasure.”

“Pleasure is obedience,” drone Jack continued as he ejaculated for the second time today. The nanobots flew from his dick and immediately crawled under Noah’s shirt. They would be needed later.

“Pleasure is obedience,” Noah said as his brain exploded in a host of chemicals and he was finally allowed to cum. The first six shots of human cum landed on the floor with a patter like heavy rain. The final volley from his dick were six or so nanobots that were nearly produced by his own balls. Like a proud father, he allowed them to crawl on his finger.

The drone that was delivery man Jack Shepherd smiled as he quickly put his dick away and zipped up.  

“You have your orders. Do not fail us.”

“All at Dynamic Biotech will know the pleasure of serving our Master,” drone Noah said.

Catching the Bug -Part I

Jack Shepherd hated his job as a package delivery guy, but had to keep his eyes on the prize. He got exercise from walking and lifting package and there were certainly worse ways to earn money to pay for his pre-med education.

It was his last package of his shift. A rather large box headed to some guy named Mack McMillan on Ocean Side Drive. Jack unbuttoned his top button of his shirt and puffed up his hairy and well-defined chest as he put the car in park on the driveway that lead to the McMillan place. He flexed his guns a few times to make sure they were showing as well defined as possible. Male or female, it didn’t matter to Jack. He’d flirt with anyone for a tip.

He got out of the car and checked his reflection in the side mirror one last time. He smoothed his hair back and smiled. Many a customer had swooned over Jack’s good looks and manly chest. With a little luck, this McMillan guy would gush as well.

He grabbed the package out of the side of the van. Despite being a somewhat large box, it was surprisingly light. He shut the door and walked up the driveway and to the house.

It was a single level home of modern design. Solar panels on the roof with a garage that looked big enough to house more than two cars. “This could be a big tip if I play my cards right,” Jack told himself as he rang the bell.

And waited.

“Shit,” he thought. “Probably no one home”

He rang the doorbell again and listened for any signs of movement. There was none.

Somewhat dejected, he turned from the door and began to head back to the van.

The door suddenly opened and Jack turned back around.

“Sorry I was out back by the pool and didn’t hear the doorbell. Can I help you,” the man asked.

“I have a package for Mack McMillan,” Jack replied.

“You’re looking at him,” the man said.

Jack eyed him up. Muscular build and wearing designer swim trunks, McMillan was either very wealthy, very gay, or just possibly both.

Jack fished the electronic signature device out of his back pocket, scanned the package barcode and then handed the stylus and device to the McMillan to sign.

Mack quickly signed the device and handed it back.

“Could I ask you a huge favor? Could you bring it in and set it on the counter? I’m still nursing a lifting injury.”

Jack pretended to hesitate and then finally relented and followed McMillan into the home.

“It’s actually surprisingly light,” Jack said, setting the box down on the marble countertop.

“It shouldn’t be. Would you mind if I opened it and made sure nothing is missing?”

Mack grabbed some scissors from a nearby drawer and opened the box.

Thousands of metallic little bugs swarmed out of the box the minute Mack opened the lid, running onto the counter.

“What the fuck,” Jack said.

Mack grabbed Jack by the neck with a grip that nearly cut off all air and held the delivery guy in place. With his other hand, he shoved Jack’s hand into the box. 

A swarm of the tiny mechanical bugs ran over Jack’s hand until one finally paused and then burrowed itself. It was followed by several others and Jack screamed out in pain.

Mack continued to hold Jack there until he stopped struggling. It didn’t take long. Jack soon heard a high pitched buzzing sound that distracted him from the hundreds of microscopic mechanical insects burrowing under his skin.

“That’s a good lad. My little nanobots should have taken control of your central nervous system by now.”

Jack’s eyes seemed to beg and plead with Mack.

“You’re frightened and scared for now, I get that,” Mack said, working a swarm of the little critters between his fingers. “You’ll come to see that this is for the best.”

Mack gently lowered the swarm back into the cardboard box and then turned back to Jack.

The humming in his head grew louder, but Jack found the white noise to be somewhat calming. It seemed to be whispering to him now. If he only listened closely, he might make out what the noise was saying. Yes, that was it. He just needed to stand there and listen and all would be revealed. 

“Let’s see what I’m working with,” Mack said, unbuttoning Jack’s shirt. Jack wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t lift his arms. They had grown so very, very heavy. It was better to let them be at his sides. Yes, that felt so much better. Why was he raising his arms again?

Jack was only half aware of the shirt falling off his body to the floor. Mack was kissing him all over now, but he was helpless to react or respond. Mack opened his trousers and fished out Jack’s cock. It flopped down in front of the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Mack watched as his babies seemed to ripple under Jack’s skin. He kissed Jack’s nipple as a few of them moved in a circle around it. Jack couldn’t help himself and let out a moan of pleasure.

Mack lowered Jack’s trousers, kneeling as he did so.

“Time to work on your dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin levels,” Mack said, slowly stroking Jack’s cock to hardness. “I’ve just got to prime the pump a little bit and then my little beauties will learn to replicate these chemical reactions.”

“The human body really is a nearly perfect machine,” Mack said, coming off Jack’s cock. “The dopamine should be kicking in now. It should feel like little electric fireworks going off in your brain.And each and every one of us is hooked on the stuff. The desire to recreate that pleasure again and again –it’s what controls us.”

Jack started to drool a little bit. It wasn’t lost on Mack, who nonetheless continued to stroke Jack’s dick.

“That would be the serotonin. Not quite the same high as the dopamine. It’s more like a warm hug. It just makes you feel good and content.”

He led Jack over to the couch and lowered him down onto it. “I’m going to finish swimming my laps while my little guys ramp up production of your dopamine and serotonin,” he said, holding Jack’s handsome face in his hands.

Jack felt pleasure shake throughout his body and then the buzzing seemed to tune into focus.

“Stroke,” it said.

Jack couldn’t bring himself to start jacking his cock in some stranger’s house. A stranger that had done something to him. Done something….”

The pleasure intensified.

“Obey,” the voice in his head said. Jack resisted.

In an instant, all pleasure and energy seemed to melt from his body.

“Stroke! Obey!”

“I obey,” Jack said with a calmness as he slowly began to slide his hand up and down on his fuckstick. The pleasure soon returned.

“Obedience is pleasure,” the voice said.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Jack repeated.

“Pleasure is obedience,” the voice droned on.

“Pleasure is obedience.”

Jack realized he was safe. He just needed to keep stroking and focus. Focus on the little voice in his head and focus on what that little voice was telling him to do. A wave of contentment washed over him.

Jack wasn’t aware of how long he sat there stroking his cock and repeating the manta, but he was still mumbling it when Mack returned from from the backyard pool.

Mack smiled upon seeing the gray in Jack’s eyes. Drone mode was nearly complete.

“Time to make some oxytocin and bond you to me,” Mack said as he lead Jack back into the kitchen and bent him over the counter.

“They call it the cuddle chemical. It will connect you to me and once connected, you’ll stay connected. Won’t that be nice?”

“Nice,” Jack said dreamily as Mack pushed his asscheeks apart and began to rim him. No woman had ever offered to do this to him and Jack had to admit that it felt great. Mack was a great guy for doing it to him.

As Jack felt Mack’s tongue burrow deep in his chute, Jack couldn’t help but feel close to him.

“Finally,” Mack said rising off his knees, “vasopressin will make you want to protect me and do anything I ask of you. Open your hole for me, Jack. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Jack said.

“Connection made,” Mack said as his eyes grayed over and his own nanobots took over. “Transmitting,” he said, thrusting into Jack’s tight hole.

“Acknowledged,” Jack said as he cried out in absolute pleasure.

Mack thrusted in and out of Jack’s ass in short, almost mechanical bursts. It was an efficient fuck designed for maximum lust and pleasure for the drone.

When Mack thrust one finally time and came, Jack could feel the swarm of additional nanobots filling his ass and stimulating his prostate. He erupted without touching himself. The first shots were human cum, but the final two spurts nanobots that his own balls produced.

“Get dressed,” Mack said as he pulled up his swim trunks. “You have a special delivery to make.”

Jack quickly donned his clothes and smiled. There was a bug going around and he was so glad to have caught it. 

Better yet, he couldn’t wait to share it. 

Strapped For Cash -Part I
Though Kendal “Fletch” Fletcher was the star pitcher for State, he was realizing his scholarship only went so far. Sure, it provided the blonde and blue-eyed athlete with a private room in the dorm and a meal plan and covered his classes and books, but not much in the way of spending money. Things in the city were certainly more expensive than they were back on the farm in Iowa. Fletch could rarely treat himself to the occasional beer or pizza, let alone afford to take out one of the coeds who were dying to date a farm boy with a shot at a major baseball career.

He knew he was good looking enough to model, but the terms of his scholarship dictated that he couldn’t be paid for professional endorsements. He slowly walked up the strip of stores, bars and restaurants that lined the street opposite the college, scanning for any signs for part time work that wouldn’t interfere with his studies or off-season practices and workouts.

He was about to give up when he spied a sign in the window of the upscale men’s boutique that had just opened that semester. It said “Product Testers Wanted. Inquire Within” and featured a male model wearing a jockstrap.

Jockstraps were something Fletch knew about. As long as they didn’t have to photograph him or use his name, it just might be doable.

He opened the door and stepped inside the clothing store.

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“Can I help you,” the young sales associate at the counter politely asked him.

“It’s um, it’s about the sign you have in your window,” Fletch nervously asked, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else was in the store. He would never hear the end of it from his teammates!

“The products tester,” the man asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you interested?” The associate eyed Fletch up and down, sizing him up.

“Depends. What’s it entail?”

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“Well, it’s not rocket science. You try on one of these,” the man said, pointing to a mannequin donned with a jock. “You answer about 20 survey questions and you get paid $500 bucks.” 

“$500 bucks? Do I get to keep the jock?”

The sales associate rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we can resell it after you’ve tried it on. So, are you interested?”

“I sure could use the money,” Fletch said, running his fingers over the brim of his blue ballcap as he pondered the deal.

“Tax free and completely anonymous,” the clerk added.

“You’re not watching me as I try it on, are you,” Fletch asked, wondering if the guy was some sort of freak.

“I do need to measure how it fits,” the man said, showing Fletch the rather official-looking survey which listed measurements and fit as questions.

Fletch shifted back and forth, trying to decide if he should go through with it. It’s not like he hadn’t been in a locker room with a dozen other guys with nothing but a jock on.

“It’s either the survey or stocking shelves,” the clerk said with a shrug. “Makes no difference to me. I still get paid by the hour.”

“All right, I’ll do it,” Fletch said.

“Greaaat,” the clerk said sarcastically, reaching behind the counter to grab a box containing a jockstrap. “32 inch waist, right?”

“How’d you know,” Fletch asked, surprised.

“I work in a men’s clothing store. You have an athletic build. Changing room is back there,” the man said, pointing. “Give me a shout when you have it on.”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Fletch thought to himself as he tossed the box aside and stretched held the jockstrap in his hands. “Mise well get this over with, I reckon.”

Unbeknownst to Fletch, the store clerk was watching the athlete’s every move from a several hidden, close-circuit cameras situated around the dressing room.

“Come on, flyboy. Put it on. Don’t keep me waiting,” the clerk said, stroking his hardening cock through his khakis as he crossed over to the door and flipped the sign to “be right back” and locked the door.  

Fletch stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up.

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It looked like a regular jockstrap. Fletch briefly wondered what exactly they were testing.

“Ow,” Fletch said as the tag in the back of the jockstrap seemed to scratch him and cut into the small of his back. He tried to reach behind him with his left arm, but not before a strange warmth quickly spread up his back, causing all of his muscles in his body to lock as if he were no longer in control of them.

“No cause for alarm,” the store clerk said from behind him. “That’s just the drug coursing through your body, making you feel so good. Just keep looking at yourself in the mirror.”

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“That’s it. You’re already obeying my commands. That’s good. Very good.”

The clerk knelt down and briefly carassed Fletch’s ass. Fletch initially wanted more than anything to turn around and punch the guy, but the impulse seemed to melt away and he began to realize that the guy’s touch felt good. It felt very good. Fuck! The guy was pawing Fletch’s ass and Fletch was getting turned on. He felt his dick harden from within the confines of the jockstrap.

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“Perfect fit,” the man said as he adjusted the straps of the jock. “It’s the most comfortable thing you’ve ever worn. You don’t want to ever take it off. Nod your head in agreement.”

Fletch found himself nodding in agreement. Even more blood seemed to rush to his dick, making it rock hard.  

“You’re responding even quicker than my project assistant did,” the man said, moving now to the front and kneading Fletch’s cock. “He’s the guy in the photo. You two are going to get along very well.”  

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Fletch looked at the guy with the last bit of free will he could muster up. His eyes seemed to beg the guy to let him go.

“I want you to take a deep breath, relax and just let go,” the man said standing up.

Fletch felt himself breath in and as he exhaled a calm, sense of peace seemed to spread all over him. Whatever concerns Fletch had had, quickly seemed to evaporate.

The man gently brought Fletch’s chin up until he was staring deep into the man’s eyes.

“Just keep looking into my eyes and relaxing. That’s it. It feels so good to obey me and do everything I tell you. That’s it. Let yourself go,” the man said as he continued to seductively stroke Fletch’s cock through the fabric. 

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The man continued to hold his gaze as he loosened and tossed off his tie and then opened his shirt.

“So relaxed. So obedient. Tell me how you feel,” the man asked.

“Relaxed…obedient,” Fletch heard himself reply in a voice that sounded so very, very far away.

“Good boy,” the man said, taking of his pants and neatly hanging them on a nearby hood. “You only exist to please me. Isn’t that right.”

“Yessss,” Fletch responded dreamily. The pouch of the jockstrap was beginning to show a damp spot where his cock had begun to leak precum.

“Only I can make you feel this good, this relaxed. You’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you, boy?”

“Yessss,” the blissed out Fletch responded.

“Yes, what,” the man asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. You want to prove how devoted you are, don’t you?”

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The man gently forced Fletch to his knees. The smell coming from the man’s own jockstrap was even more intoxicating.

“I happen to secrete the drug you’ve ingested. If you weren’t already flying so high, you might realize it’s very addictive. You’ll do anything for a fix.”

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His Master was right. Fletch began to initially lick the jockstrap until he was literally trying to suck the juices through the mesh cotton.

His Master sat back on the changing bench and fished his cock out of the jock.

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“I bet you’ll even want to taste it right from the spout,” the man said. 

Fletch hesitated. He wasn’t gay and he certainly had never even thought about sucking a cock before. His Master patiently stroked his cock as he watched Fletch battle his demons. His strokes eventually produced a clear drop of precum. Fletch could smell it. His body began to shake.

“Don’t fight it. Just give in, boy,” Master said as he gently grabbed Fletch’s head and motioned him towards his cock.

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Fletch tentatively lapped at the precum.

“See? It’s not so bad. Now open your mouth wide and take it all the way down your throat. Nice and slow. Swallow it for me.”

Before long, Fletch had his nose buried in his Master’s balls and his cock all the way down Fletch’s throat. The man began to move Fletch’s head up and down on his cock.

“You’re doing so well, boy. You’ve got me so hot.”

Fletch began to lick and suck with a hunger he never knew he had as more and more of the precum leaked from the cock and down his throat.

The man soon pushed Fletch off his cock.

“This next part will be even more mind-blowing,” the man said, bending Fletch over.

It initially hurt when the man thrust his hard cock up Fletch’s virgin ass, but soon –as the cock began to lubricate Fletch’s chute, the warmth again spread and Fletch soon began to match his Master’s thrusts with his own counter-rhythm.

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“You fucking love this,” the man said.

“I fucking love this,” Fletch agreed.

The man thrust a few more times into Fletch’s ass and then came.When Fletch felt the concentrated drug hit his anal walls, he unloaded his own sizable load into the jockstrap without even touching himself.

Later, as both men dressed, Fletch felt compelled to answer all of his Master’s questions. His Master was particularly happy to hear that Fletch was a pitcher for the college’s baseball team.

“You’re going to want to make sure that everyone on the team is wearing one of my jocks,” his Master said.

Fletch felt his cock hardening again as he nodded.“Feels so good. They’ll never want to take it off.” 

damrod:

“Keep staring at the spiral, Mark…..so soothing……so relaxing…..totally mindless…. totally obedient…..you want to be my sex slave….don’t you, Mark…

“Sex slave….yes sir”

“Good boy….let’s go into the bedroom…and I’ll fuck your hot ass….you want me to, don’t you…..”

“Yes sir….fuck my hot ass, sir..”

Music Master V: The Gym Interlude

Part I Here
Part II Here
Part III Here
Part IV Here

Nothing mattered to Kent any more. Not his construction business, not his night club, not his soon-to-be ex-wife.  He only had cared for the two former things to the extent they could prove useful to the Music Master.  His Master’s glorious, mind-numbing music had been played nightly at the club. On each of his construction sites, Kent held a mandatory meeting about workplace safety that featured, of course, a DVD of his Master’s singing.

As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master.

Even the straightest, most burly of his crew had found renewed purpose in adoration of the Music Master.

Throats had been relaxed. Assholes were seeded. The nightclub was filled nightly with construction workers and converted patrons who had their brainwashing reinforced nightly courtesy of the dance mixes of The Music Master’s work. Any newcomers were simply forced onto the dance floor where they were held and made to listen to the Master’s siren song and then were sucked and fucked into submission.

The construction company and nightclub could only grown The Master’s legions of fans so much.

“You will carry out my latest whim/ And spread my music to a gym,” Music Master sung as he blew a load over Kent’s entranced face. 

Kent could only smile from the pride of wearing his Master’s seed upon his face and with being entrusted with a new mission for his Master. He wouldn’t let him down.

Kent knew the expensive executive gym he belonged to would be the perfect place to begin recruiting new fans. The place was a who’s who of top executives from all the major companies in town. Granted, Kent hadn’t been there in quite some time. Gyrating to the Master’s music as he striped nightly in the club as well as fucking several times a day kept Kent’s muscles in peak form. The gym was a forgotten distraction until his Master had made Kent rethink that position.

Unfortunately, the gym was practically empty. One employee at check in had explained in a rather monotone voice that many of the gym’s guests were participating in a weekend retreat sponsored by The Corporation.

“You won’t want to miss the next one,” the teen had said as he handed Kent a locker key and towel. 

“So, no one is here working out,” Kent asked, fearing his mission was poised for failure.

“One of the trainers agreed to stay behind to prepare members for the next retreat,” the teen explained. “We can’t have anyone working out alone.”

Satisfied his mission was still on track, Kent grabbed the key and walked toward the locker room

He had followed his mark around the workout room, waiting for the moment he could introduce the guy to his mp3 player. The trainer was all business, though. He seemed to be going through the workout in an almost robotic fashion. It wasn’t that he wasn’t putting effort into his workout. He was performing each exercise with exact precision,

not even bothering to wipe his sweat from each machine after it’s use. The guy was really working up a sweat and Kent knew the Master would be pleased with such a strong specimen added to the ranks of His mindless fans.

If only he hadn’t been listening to his own large-sized headphones. Kent knew there was no way he could quickly remove the headphones and replace them with his earbuds before the guy had reacted. He would have to wait. He was starting to bone up from the anticipation. He couldn’t wait to have the earbuds firmly in place and the guy on his knees before Kent, practicing his vocal techniques on Kent’s cock.

Kent shift his cock in his shorts and he did another set of lifts. He couldn’t wait to seed the guy’s sweaty ass and begin the takeover of the gym.

After watching the guy go through his paces on every machine for about 45 minutes (working up a bit of a sweat himself in the process), he waited a minute and then followed the guy into the locker room.

The guy eyed Kent as Kent walked into the room. Kent pretended to fetch his bag from his locker and put his mp3 player away.

Convinced Kent posed no threat, the man turned and quickly undressed. 

Kent reached into his gym bag for the mp3 player. As he rose with earbuds in hand, prepared to shove them in the guy’s ears and quickly press play before the guy knew what hit him, he caught whiff of the guy. It was a thick, salty smell. His head began to spin and he dropped the mp3 player.

Kent sank to his knees to retrieve it and the man walked right over to him, putting his bare foot atop the player.

The man’s crotch was inches from his face. He could smell the man’s cock through the towel wrapped around the guy’s waist. The smell was intoxicating.

“I was wondering when you were going to get close enough to me to let the musk take you. You kept your distance and didn’t even use any of the machines I used, so the smell couldn’t get its hooks in you.”

“The music…” Kent tried to remember what was so important about the music on his mp3 player. The funk was making it so hard to think.

“Just breath it all in. That’s it. Kent Byron of Byron Construction, isn’t it?”

Kent could only nod as the musk seemed to numb his brain.

“You own that night club, too. The Corporation has no use for it, but they can always use people good with tools who can pose as handymen and maintenence workers. You’ve been on the most wanted list for a while.”

Kent used his last ounce of strength to reach down and press play. He could barely make out the tune, but it was enough to momentarily break his reverie.

The man turned off the player and picked up his sweat-soaked jockstrap. He shoved it in Kent’s face.

“Music is such a distraction, don’t you agree?”

The man’s scent seemed to burn away the last of Kent’s resistance.

“To serve The Corporation is pleasure. It is a pleasure to serve The Corporation. You live to serve The Corporation. You love to serve The Corporation.”

The man kept repeating everything over and over again until his mantra replaced the music that had been playing in Kent’s head. Kent felt his whole body go slack. It was a pleasure to serve The Corporation. The thought of serving The Corporation was making his dick so hard. It jutted up obscenely in his gym shorts.

The man removed the jock from Kent’s face to admire the handiwork. 

His eyes were glazed over in a grayish-blue hue, indicating the pheremones had complete control of Kent’s mind.

“This would have been a whole lot easier if you hadn’t just stopped working out,” the man said. “Exactly what was keeping you from us?”

Kent shook and briefly resisted before finally telling him that his wife had left him (partially true) and that his construction business had a new contract to build a music studio.

The man could tell Kent was holding back. He stuffed his jock in Kent’s mouth for a minute.

“You can’t serve The Corporation if you are holding back. If you don’t serve The Corporation, you won’t feel pleasure. You want to feel pleasure, don’t you,” the man asked as he rubbed Kent’s cock through his shorts.

God, yes! He wanted to feel the pleasure that came from serving The Corporation! The Corporation was everything! He nodded.

“I’m going to remove the jockstrap from your mouth and you’re going to tell me the whole truth.”

When the sweaty jock was removed, it was like a cork had been popped and all of Kent’s secrets spilled out. How he had been enslaved to The Music Master after a bouncer in the club had tricked him into listening to several tracks. How he had used the music to enslave the entire staff and male patrons. How he had delighted in seeding several members of his construction crew, bending them to The Music Master’s will. And, finally, how he had been sent to the gym to bring his Master more enslaved recruits.

The man knew his supervisors at The Corporation were in fact not only listening in, but also watching.. They were not used to having competition and would need to nip this Music Master problem in the bud. It explained why they had thusly failed to gain a foothold in construction in the town. The man would gladly aid in taking the false Master down, but only after Kent was a loyal corporate drone.

Kent watched the man rub the jock over the man’s leaking cocking.

“You’ve done well, Kent. I think I need to reward you for your service to The Corporation. Would you like to be rewarded, Kent?”

“Yes!”

The man shoved the jock back up to Kent’s nose, grabbed Kent’s head and forced him down on his cock.

“No gag reflex. Whoever this Music Master is, he’s brainwashed you with awesome cocksucking skills. Keep sniffing. Keep sucking. Keep serving.”

Sniff. Suck. Serve. It was pure bliss. Kent’s cock ached from obedience. His heart swelled with satisfaction in knowing he was serving The Corporation.

“Enough foreplay, Drone Madison,” the voice from the monitor said. “Finish the conversion of Drone Kent.” 

“You heard how he was under the sway of someone else. I need to make sure he only serves The Corporation now,” Madison replied.

“Your seed will take time to incubate before Drone Kent is producing his own pheromones. The sooner that happens, the better.”

“As you wish,” Madison said as he glared at the camera that had been watching his every move. He pushed Kent over and placed the jockstrap back in front of his face.

Kent could feel a burning followed by a numbness as Madison’s cock leaked some of its enhanced pre-cum and it was absorbed into the nerve endings in Kent’s ass.

Madison held Kent tightly, making sure to bury his cock as far up Kent’s ass as possible.

“To serve The Corporation is pleasure. It is a pleasure to serve The Corporation. I live to serve The Corporation. I love to serve The Corporation,” both men recited in unison as Madison fucked Kent’s hole with a determination that had rivaled his early workout.

Madison’s sweat mingled with Kent’s own and was soon also absorbed into Kent’s bloodstream.

Madison pulled out, pushed Kent onto his back on the bench and then re-entered him.

It was his duty to convert Kent into a loyal drone, but Madison didn’t see why they both couldn’t enjoy serving The Corporation together a bit. It was, after all, supposed to be pleasurable and Kent’s ass knew how to work a pole!

Kent, for his part, was completely lost to pleasure at this point. As Madison thrust in and out of his ass, his head turned from side to side. He was completely blissed out. Nothing had ever felt this good.

Madison could feel the pleasure building to a climax.

“The Corporation is everything,” he said, panting.

“Everything is The Corporation,” Kent replied.

Madison pasted Kent’s insides with several shots of cum and then pulled out and shot the remaining load onto Kent’s stomach.

“Make sure you get all of it out,” Madison said to Kent.

“Why did you pull out, Drone Madison?”

Madison picked up his discarded jock and used it to wipe the cum from Kent’s chest.

“You said so yourself he needs time to process,” Madison said. “This will ensure The Corporation maintains a hold until it is done.”

“Good thinking, Drone Madison. You just might be middle management material after all.”

Madison opened another locker to fetch another jock. He re-dressed and then headed back out to the workout room to wait for any other stragglers that had yet to serve The Corporation.

The voice also told Kent to dress and stay behind. The Corporation would soon have use for him. For now, he obediently jacked his cock through his gym shorts as he sniffed the soiled jockstrap.

stateslave:

Ryan had been bored that night at home.
He’d heard some of his male mates talking about a website. Hypnos. A site that aided with insomnia. He was so exhausted after this week at work that he figured he’d give it a try.

Logging on, he was confused. It was a black screen. All he could see was his reflection in the monitor. He thought he could make our a distinct hum from the computer but was unsure. As he leaned in closer, a word popped up on screen.
“This is you” it read. Then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

What the fuck did that mean? There was still nothing on the screen barring his reflection. Wait. No. Something was different. Was he…stroking? When has that happened?
“This is you”. The words flashed up on screen again and a bright flash followed. Then, nothing but his reflection.
No. Wait. His reflection was different. He was shirtless. When the fuck had that happened?

This was too weird. He went to close the screen when a flash appeared on screen. “You are this”
A bright red light shine from the monitor. Then he saw his reflection. He was shirtless and licking his arms. His ripe pits holding his attention as his cock throbbed ..

What was ….happening? He questioned before seeing another sentence appear on screen.
“This is you”
Then another..
“You are this”
Followed by another sentence
“You are slave”

“I….am slave….”, he repeated
Then, without thinking, he turned on his camera. A request had been sent and he accepted without thinking.

The voice on the other end repeated the phrasing .
“This is you. You are this. ”

Ryan replied in an empty tone- “I am slave. Slave obeys”

Ryan was gone now. Lost to the gentle tone of the hypnotic site. Lost to the flowing words of this man on his screen. Lost in body as he gave the man his address and continued to lick his arms as he waited.

Yes, his insomnia was cured. After all, he would sleep as long as his new Master commanded it.