Tom went over to Matt’s hotel room. When he got there a young hypnotist quickly put him into a deep sexual trance…..his cock flared up…..and he spent the afternoon getting fucked over and over by Matt and a roomful of horny guys….When he finally woke up the next morning he couldn’t remember a thing……but the hypnotist was swinging the pendulum in front of his face again….
My friend kept raving about this this dildo he’d bought from a new sextoy company called Good Boy – all their toys were apparently completely non-toxic, doctor-approved, inert material, and so much cheaper than pricey silicone toys – so I decided I’d give it a try and placed an order on their website. Their products were all bright shades of pink, which wasn’t really my thing, but whatever, it’s not like I was dropping a ton of money on it. When it arrived, I read on the packaging that my purchase came with a 1-month free trial subscription for Good Boy’s porn site. I chucked the box under my bed, figuring they just wanted me to sign up so they could charge me when I forgot to cancel – plus, there was so much porn online for free these days.
So I gave the dildo a try, and everything about it was amazing. It slid in easily, almost by accident, with barely any lube, but once it was inside me it felt so slick and full. It was somehow moving with almost no resistance and relaxing me and filling me up so deep, so big inside me all at the same time. The material was so soft and supple, yet somehow hit that spot inside me so hard and good. When I moved it, I was almost right at the edge of cumming, a wave of pleasure swelling up inside me, my mind blanking, then I thrust it again and the same thing happened, but I didn’t cum, just got more and more fucked out and blissful from the sensations created by the toy. Eventually I had one of the best orgasms of my life, and just lay there afterwards, panting, staring vacantly at the pink toy sitting in my slack hand. It was weird to say, but I think I loved my Good Boy dildo, not like you appreciate an object, but the way you like a person. I wanted to use it again right away, but I had to go to run some errands. The whole time I was out, I couldn’t stop thinking of how good I had felt using it. And where other dildos had sometimes made my ass feel a little sore or stretched afterwards, right now it felt amazing, almost tighter somehow, but also relaxed and somehow eager, like if I had my Good Boy dildo now I could just bend over and slide it all the way into me in one stroke, my ass just taking it so good… I realized I’d frozen in the store aisle, a little smile on my face, my hand at my hip, drifting towards my butt. I paid for my things and hurried home.
Once I got home I made a beeline for the dildo on the bed, but the Good Boy box under my bed caught my eye. What they hell, couldn’t hurt to check out their website, right? I entered their URL and typed in my product code from the inside of the box, my other hand reaching absent mindedly for the dildo The site seemed like a pretty standard subscription porn site, lots of pink obviously, and with a lot of videos featuring boys pleasuring themselves with what were clearly Good Boy products. I started watching one video of this muscular, young-looking guy with a huge dick and a pink cockring fucking this moaning twink from behind. I felt a little thrill run through my body as my hand guided the Good Boy dildo into my ass. The guy with the cockring seemed like he absolutely couldn’t stop fucking, like he just needed to pound and pound his huge dick into the writhing bottom on the bed, who was clearly loving every inch, both their faces red and glazed over with lust. The set had really been made to look like a real bedroom, and their performances seemed so natural, somehow amateurish but incredibly hot.
Fuck, I was so into this. The Good Boy was penetrating so deep inside me that I felt like it was going to fuck right out the top of my head. I couldn’t think. There was this kind of throbbing electronic track to the video, and a pulsing quality to the light on the screen, that were carrying me along, sinking into me, massaging my brain, turning it off, and as I moaned and thrust the dildo deeper and deeper inside me, I started to imagine messages from the video, whispered words in my headphones, flashes of writing on the screen, and when I thought about them they weren’t there, but I couldn’t think, so I could understand them and agree with them and love how they were making me feel-
I was a good boy. Oh fuck, I was such a Good Boy. I knew I was because the dildo was working on me, helping train me to be suuuuch a Good Boy, helping me be obedient and slutty and just so fucking dumb. Good Booys loved being dumb. Good boys loved having their pussies fucked by dildos and especially by cocks, they craved it, they needed it. That’s what my hole was, my hole that my toy was filling right now, making me feel so good – my boypussy. The video switched to one of my friend fucking himself on a dildo similar to mine, his eyes happy and empty, and a banner that said ‘closest Good Boy to you,’ but the messages continued. Every Good Boy had a pussy, which meant that wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he was always ready and desperate to be fucked. If he got confused and stubborn and didn’t want to be Good, his pussy was always a special button that would make him behave, reminding him that he was a docile, fuckable, compliant Good Boy. A man’s cock could press that button, or even another Good Boy using a Good Boy dildo, but it would always get pressed – Good Boys had to get fucked, they just had to.
“Fuck yeah,” I moaned. I shuddered as I came from the wonderful toy fucking my boypussy, then kept right on pushing it into me, feeling another orgasm building up inside. I flipped on my webcam and lay on the bed, thrusting my dildo inside me, uploading directly to the Good Boy site, making sure to show my pussy for the camera. How else would I get men to come and fill me up with their big hard cocks?
Sometimes it was best to wait until the evening to use the showers in the Co Ed dorms. Each floor had one shower for boys, and another for girls, Jordan was able to shower without others watching, something that brought a great surge of relief. The thought of others seeing him naked, or accidentally dropping his towel was always in the back of his mind. Despite his looks, he didn’t want to shower with others.
Midnight was the perfect time for Jordan to shower with a little bit of privacy.
It would be his undoing.
Master controlled many parts of the University. For example, Master controlled what went on in the computer lab, and you can imagine what goes on there. Definitely a story for another time, but tonight, we learn Master controls the water that is used in the dormitories.
Watching from a safe distance, Master switches the way the water is routed through the plumbing as Jordan begins his secret shower.
The water quickly warms, shrouding the room in a hazy mist, the type that comes in dreams. Which is what the water would do to Jordan, make him dream. The water now pelting him with torrential dewy pellets was laced with a chemical that would induce a hypnotic fugue shortly after absorption, and since Jordan had been neglecting to shower, due to his fears, the dosage would be high.
The dial squeaks as the water is shut off, and Jordan towels himself before draping his body as best he can to avoid any looks he might receive in the hallway. Though these worries quickly fade, along with everything else, as ge heads to his room, but each step closer to the door becomes harder and harder to take as the drugs take effect. Lifting his feet becomes taxing. Make the next step, almost impossible. Completely feeling the drug laced water, Jordan struggles down the hallway feeling and looking drunk. He’s almost to the door when the chemicals finally trigger a complete and compelling sedation. Jordan falls against the wall, and sleeps.
Then the drones come, effortlessly lifting him up, and carrying him from the dormitory, the towel left behind, forgotten from this story, and Jordan’s mind completely.
It doesn’t take long for them to arrive at the secret, undisclosed location, and as the drugs wear off, Jordan is tied and manacled to a slick, chilly table. The cold shock waking him completely.
“Who are you? What are you doing?”
But none of the drones answer, Jordan is left to think how they would even communicate with him in all that rubber. Their faces and mouths concealed. From head to toe, each with their own mask, they ignore his words, and continue tightening the restraints.
Jordan continues to struggle as the drones switch from restraining him to stimulating him. This is too much for his poor mind, as shy as he is, whatever these things are, they refuse to give him answers, only rubbing and touching him, the poor boy is speechless. This is some kind of crazy dream. The minuscule leverage he has, he uses to pull at his straps with maximum effort, but it does no good, only giving the drones more opportunities to touch other parts of his body. The more he resists, the more they touch. Sadly, the touching and care the drones are giving have little influence on Jordan’s body or mind.
Master enters followed closely by two drones, two beautiful drones in sheered black rubber, shine like a beautiful moonless night. Between them is a machine, and it is brought to the cusp of Jordan’s ass. Without warning, the phallus of this device penetrates Jordan’s virgin ass.
This has never happened to him before, a complete virgin in every way, Jordan cannot comprehend what he is feeling. The drones continue their stimulation as Jordan fights them with every ounce of resistance he has, but the self-lubricating device has gone from shocking to tolerable to almost pleasurable. The longer this continues, the better, more complacent, he feels.
Master moves to the head of the table, and looks down into Jordan’s dismayed face. Almost sympathetic, but it’s only to hold his head in place as a large band is slipped around his head. A silver ring of metal circling his crown.
“You are lucky, in a way, i often wonder what it would be like to simply be wiped away by the machinations of another.” .
“What are you doing?” Then Jordan is silenced by the thought shattering discharges coming from the headband. Again and again, shattering his concentration, taking his mind off the pounding in his ass, and nolonger feeling the touch of the drones, each blast of the head piece taking him farther away from thinking, farther away from recognizing what was going on around him, and farther away from even knowing his own mind. Jordan was quickly losing control, but he was still himself, still possessing the mental part that made him Jordan.
Until the hooks sprang from the headband, and attached themselves to different points in Jordan’s head. Each one injecting tiny, digital particles directly into his brain.
It only took a few minutes of being invaded by the digital parasites, and Jordan began to change his attitude. First, he stopped fighting, simply falling back, letting his arms and legs rest like they were supposed to, like they needed to. Second, the attention and service he was receiving from the other drones was beginning to have an effect, an arousing one. Third, he brought his legs back up, and opened his ass a little more, and began to ride the device that was thrusting its way through his ass. Not even aware he was doing it, Jordan also began to grind, and lift to the rhythm of the drone’s touch.
Finally, he began to accept the programming that was being downloaded from the headband into his brain. The word Obey began to float around the peripheral of his conscious thoughts. Master kept coming in and out of his mind.
After an hour of pounding, rubbing, and electrical stimulation tailoring his thoughts and needs, the words began to come together. As the person named Jordan slowly faded from existence.
Obey Master
Obey Master
Obey Master
And it went on and on.
Master removed the headband, and let his drones continue working as they now began to stroke the newest addition to their collective. Master lifted Jordan’s head up so he could watch the moment he orgasm’d, because when a new recruit cums it always means they have submitted. Like a contract signed with your cock, you spray your juice on the dotted line agreeing to an indefinite term of service. The minute Jordan cum’d, he would give all control over to Master.
Obey Master
Obey Master
Obey Master
The restraints were removed, and a gift for Jordan was brought out.
“My name is nolonger Jordan. I am a Drone. That is all i am. A drone is all i am meant to be. I will function effectively for Master. I love being a mindless drone.”
The other drones busied themselves, and began to dress Jordan Drone in the uniform they all wore, a solid, sparkling suit of black rubber. Each part of his body that was covered only increased the growing robotic changes taking over Jordan Drone’s body. His need to submit and obey could only grow as he was covered with it. Each limb and movement becoming mechanical, robotic. Jordan Drone would always move at a slow pace, looking beautiful with his arms out, and always infinitely blank.
“Jordan Drone lives to obey. Master controls my every function and need. Every moment of my new life must be spent in devotion to him. I must obey. I will obey. Now i obey.”
Properly attired, the other drones went back to work bring Jordan to orgasm in order to seal the new rubber suit in his fresh cum.
Jordan Drone stood, letting them work on his cock as if nothing was happening. He didn’t even cry or sigh as he cum’d. The drones caught the cum, and sealed it into the rubber suit, attaching the piece to Jordan’s crotch.
Once sealed tight, the drones left the room, leaving Master and Jordan alone. In Master’s hand was the last piece of programming, the hood that Jordan would now wear. Master kissed his newest drone on the lips before placing the mask over his head. Once completely taken over, Jordan began reciting,
“Thank you Master. Thank you for making me obey. I live to serve.”
“Just a few more,” Brock Spencer said, tossing the football to his best mate, Jamie Reynolds.
Jamie caught the pass and tossed the ball back. “Dude, I’m out. We’ve at this for three hours and that was on top of practice today. Give your arm a rest. Besides, it’s getting dark.”
“C’mon, Brah. Just a few more tosses, I swear.”
“You’re already the best gunslinger the school has ever seen,” Jamie said, taking a sip of Gatorade. “You have the best record in the division. So, what are you worried about?”
Brock tossed the ball in the air and caught it a few times.
“Since I was, like, 10 in pee-wee league. This is all I’ve ever been good at. So many people are expecting me to be good at it.”
Jamie caught the ball before Brock could.
“Do you like doing it? Fuck your dad and fuck the coach. Do you like playing football?”
Brock grabbed the ball back and tossed it into the air again. “I guess.”
“Jesus, you’re tight,” Jamie said as he rubbed his best friend’s shoulders. “You need to relax. Go get drunk. Smoke a bowl. Bang a chick. Or a dude. I don’t judge.”
Brock nudged his mate. “You’re an asshole.”
Jamie began to walk away and then turned.
“But seriously, dude. You gotta relax. Gotta run. Date with Becky. Text ‘ya later.”
Brock remained in the field. Exercise usually helped clear his head, so he did a couple of laps around the field, followed by some push-ups in the grass and finally sit ups and crunches. The sun had set before he finished.
To make matters worse, the nagging thoughts of self-doubt still plagued him, swirling around his brain as if on an endless loop.
He decided to cut through the forest as a shortcut back to the quad. He was half-way through the thick forest before he heard the snap of a twig behind him. Someone was following him.
He turned to look behind him, but didn’t see anyone. He turned around and walked right into a baja pullover.
“Shit, dude. You nearly scared the piss out of me,” Brock said before looking up at the guy.
“Lawson? Lawson Kettle,” Brock said, slapping the guy’s hand and then shaking it. “What the hell are you doing out here, Kettle? I thought you dropped out.”
“I took some time off to…work on something,” Lawson said.
“What’d you do? Lemme guess. Rode the rails over Europe and found yourself,” Brock said, tossing the football in the air and catching it.
“Something much better. So, so much better,” Lawson held up a joint.
“Look, I know pre-med was stressful, dude. But you, what? Gave away a future to smoke some weed?”
“I spent a year putting my knowledge of science to practical use,” Lawson said, holding up the joint. “My own strain. A hybrid of blissful wizard, nova OG and, well, something else that is proprietary.”
“You took a year off of school to grow your own strain of pot,” Brock asked incredulously.
“Yes. And now I’m ready to launch and take over the market,” Lawson said, fishing a lighter from the front pouch of the baja pullover. “You’re good looking and well-liked. I require your talents.”
“I’m not selling your dope, dude.”
“I’m sure I can change your mind,” Lawson said,
“Are you high? I said ‘no.’”
Lawson took a long toke, grabbed and pulled Brock into him and exhaled a long, dense green cloud of smoke.
The effects were immediate. Brock could feel the drug seep into his pores and in through his nose and into his lungs. It was like diving into a pool of relaxing water and soaring weightless in the air at the same time. He couldn’t remember the time he felt so content.
“That’s a good boy,” Lawson said, pawing Brock’s crouch. “Did I mention that while it lowers your temporal functioning and relaxes you, I gene-spliced the THC so that it makes you docile and heightens your sexual libido at the same time?”
Brock could only smile a big, dopey grin. Dope. Dopey. That made him laugh.
Lawson took another giant hit and then pulled Brock into a kiss, french-kissing him and blowing the smoke into Brock’s lungs.
Brock tried to push Lawson away, but his hands wouldn’t move. He wasn’t gay and Lawson’s hot tongue was dancing all around his mouth. Lawson’s beard scratched his face, but it felt kind of good. It was getting so hard for Brock to think. It was as if all the blood was rushing from his brain to his hardening cock.
Lawson brought the joint up to Brock’s lips. “Take a nice deep hit for daddy.”
Brock took a smooth, mellow drag and Lawson kissed him again to keep him from exhaling too quickly.
“Fuuuuucccckkkk,” Brock said. The hit seemed to go straight to his dick. Lawson reach under Brock’s jersey and began to play with Brock’s nipples.
He tweaked the right nipple.
“Take another hit, my boy. I need you blissfully drugged out and addicted.”
Lawson seemed to be tuning his nipple to a state of pure pleasure. Brock had to obey. He took another deep hit.
Lawson tweaked the left nipple. Brock exhaled the green smoke and loudly moaned, lost to the pleasure that was coursing through his body along with Lawson’s drug.
“One more deep hit and then swallow the butt,” Lawson ordered.
Brock was so stoned, he could only comply. He took the deepest hit yet and as he held the smoke in his lungs, licked his thumb and index finger and then extinguished the tiny butt. He exhaled again as Lawson tweaked both of his nipples –gasping at how good it felt– and then swallowed the butt.
“Damn, boy. Look at you,” Lawson said as he pointed to Brock’s crotch. “You’re drippin’.”
Brock just laughed. His dick was rock hard and a large patch of pre-cum was noticable. There was no denying it. He was turned on.
“Time to take you to the farm and really turn you out,” Lawson said, grabbing Brock by the hand and leading him to his nearby car.
Lawson opened the passenger side door and helped Brock into the car. Brock hit his head getting into the vehicle and only laughed more. Lawson bucked him in and then placed headphones hooked up to an iPhone on Brock’s ears.
He got into the driver’s side, buckled himself in and then press play on the iPhone.
A strange cadence of sounds filled Brock’s ears along with a soothing buzzing of sorts. Just below the buzzing, Brock could swear he could hear words being spoke. He couldn’t quite make them out. After all, he was high. He laughed out loud as Lawson continued to drive away from campus on Route 9.
Brock closed his eyes at some point along the drive. Not because he was tired. He was still cognizant of the soothing sounds. He wanted to close his eyes. It was almost as if he had been ordered to close them and he felt so much pleasure when he obeyed. The spot on his pants grew even larger. Brock couldn’t remember when he was this turned on. Then again, he couldn’t remember much of anything right now. He laughed out loud again.
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a greenhouse of sorts. There were pots of cannabis all around him. They looked beautiful.
Lawson grabbed his head and pushed it down until he could see one particular plant.
Lawson seemed to be fertilizing the plant with his pre-cum.
“It was a happy accident, really,” Lawson said as he removed his pullover and pushed his jeans down. “I had perfected the strain that increases the libido and rubbed one out. My jizz must have been so ladened with the drug, that it fertilized the little darling, creating a new strain.”
He gently pushed Brock to his knees.
“The drug made my cum potent which, in turn, made the pot even more potent. It makes my operation truly a green one. Recycle and reuse.”
Brock has stopped listening. He had found a new bone to smoke. And he found this one particular bone to be just as addictive as Lawson’s weed. It felt right to be on his knees. He was a cock-sucking slut and he needed to please his master. Every drip of pre-cum succeeded in tightening the hold Lawson had over him. Brock knew this and yet he couldn’t stop sucking Lawson’s beautiful dick.
It didn’t take Lawson too long before he blasted some of his drug-laced semen into Brock’s eager mouth. Lawson was right, it was far more potent than any of his previous hits. He couldn’t get enough. He gently dug his tongue into Lawson’t piss slit to make sure he had got it all.
Lawson pushed Brock onto the bed. Had Brock’s brain not been fried, he might have wondered what a bed was doing in the middle of a greenhouse. And the truth was the Brock has moved his bed into the greenhouse so he could spend every waking moment in there as he perfected his prized drug. Brock was too far gone to even give it a passing thought. He just allowed himself to melt into the bed.
Lawson pulled off Brock’s pants and jock and stared at Brock’s dick. The pre-cum was still clear.
“Looks like we still have to prime your pump,” Lawson said, pushing Brock’s knees to his chest.
Brock gasped as he felt the finger invade his hole. It made him feel even more hot and dizzy. Before long, he was thrusting his ass back onto the finger trying to get more of it inside him.
“Damn, you are tight. We gotta loosen you up,” Lawson said, grabbing his pullover and retrieving his lighter and another joint. He lit the joint, took a hit and then literally blew smoke up Brock’s ass.
Brock’s ass ring immediately loosened the minute the smoke hit it.
Lawson took another toke and then blew the smoke into Brock’s ass and then started rimming him.
He came up for air (and to finish off the joint) and couldn’t help by smile at how blissed out Brock was right now.
“Fuck me,” Brock said, practically begging.
Lawson rubbed his dick in a circle around the outside of Brock’s hole.
“From quarterback to not-so-tight end. Beg for it, slut.”
“I need your cock in me. Feed me your cum. Make me your bitch,” Brock fired out in rapid succession as if repeating a mantra.
Lawson pushed his dick into Brock and Brock shook with pleasure as the head of Lawson’s dick scraped up against his sensitive prostate. Nothing was better than this. Not football. Not girls. Not school.
After about 10 minutes, Lawson shot a load into Brock’s ass. As the drug entered his bloodstream through the thin walls of his ass, Brock’s eyes rolled back into his head.
Without removing Lawson’s cock from his ass, he managed to push Lawson onto the bed and spin around on his johnson. He began to ride Lawson, which caused Lawson’s dick to get hard once again. Lawson stroked Brock’s dick as Brock rode him. He was pleased to see that the once-clear pre-cum was now a slight shade of emerald.
“You know what to do when you’re close,” Lawson said.
It seemed to egg Brock on and he bounced up and down on Lawson’s dick with wild abandonment.
After a few gyrations up and down, he hopped off the cock and aimed his own dick at Lawson’s face.
“Time to prove your worth to me, boy,” Lawson said, rising from the bed to fetch a bong and a few bags of the weed that he put into a small duffle bag. “I need an eager salesforce.”
Brock’s mind was completely gone. He stared at Lawson with complete devotion.
Later, back at his dorm, Brock sat at his desk and calmly waiting.
Jaime opened the door a little after 11.
“How was your date with Becky,” he asked calmly.
“Bitch left me with blue balls. Again,” Jaime said, kicking off his jeans and changing into shorts. He jumped onto his bed and then he noticed something different about his best friend. “I see someone took my suggestion to relax. Did you pound a few back?”
“Pound, more liked got pounded,” Brock thought to himself and laughed.
“Dude, are you high,” Jaime asked with a laugh.
Brock reached into the duffle bag and retrieved the bong and a baggie of Lawson’s blend. “Brah, you have got to try this stuff. It will blow your mind.”
“Less talk, more packing,” Jaime said with a smile.
Brock packed the bong, then filled it with bottled water and handed it to Jaime.
“Take a deep hit and hold it,” Brock said as he slowly began to undress completely.
Jaime turned back to look at his naked roommate. Brock’s dick was hard and jutting out just inches from his face.
Jaime laughed and then smiled, his own dick hardening.
“Take another couple of hits and then we’ll move onto the hard stuff,” Brock said, stroking his dick as he watched his best bud fall prey to his master’s bud. With Jaime at his side, they’d have the whole floor toking and fucking before long.
“Fuuuuucccckkk,” Jaime said, exhaling.
“That’s part of the plan,” Brock said as he leaned down to passionately kiss Jaime as he tore off his clothes.
“Let’s make those blue balls green.”
Dalton Price watched his step dad, the Reverend Jeremiah Thatcher in his den. His work on this Sunday’s sermon put on hold as Dalton’s program kept him blissed out and stroking. The good Reverend wasn’t able to cum no matter how hard he tried –and after two hours of absorbing the brainwashing virus that Dalton had put on his laptop – Thatcher wanted desperately to cum. Release would only come when Thatcher finally gave himself –mind, body and soul– to his stepson.
Dalton had initially been pissed that the pious, Christian homophobe had held out for as long as he had. It had been a full hour before his stepdad had even unzipped his pants. Now, Dalton wanted it to last all night.
Dalton knew that not being able to drain his balls and release the growing pressure was torture for his step dad. And while he looked forward to the moment when his stepdad gave his body over to him, Dalton wanted him to suffer just like Dalton had for the better part of a year at the Christian re-education center.
Most of Dalton’s 18th year had been spent in the isolated center being held against his will. Their methods of brainwashing were particularly pathetic –at least on Dalton. Other youths had not been so lucky. Dalton had played them all, acting the part of the brainwashed and redeemed Christian soldier. He was waiting for the opportunity and it was finally given to him at the eighth month mark when he was allowed to use the computer lab.
And while web traffic had been blocked by a proxy server, the Christian idiots never thought to protect the mainframe with anything beyond a simple admin password (John316). From there, it was just a matter of time before Dalton had scripted his own assimilation program and unleashed it onto the unsuspecting staff. Dalton had taken particular delight in fucking the son of the program’s director while the program director sucked his own son off. He had left them with the knowledge of what they had done (and the pleasure they had felt from doing it). Dalton had promised more of the same if the director did not agree to release Dalton, certifying him as 100 percent heterosexual Christian for the benefit of the Reverend Thatcher.
Dalton saw his step dad finally cum and then continue to stare mindlessly at the screen as Dalton’s program took further control of him.
“I want you to think about how you just stroked your dick and came for your faggot son. How you want to degrade yourself further for my pleasure all the while knowing it still sickens you all the same,” Dalton said as his parting words.
He couldn’t wait to initiate his step dad in the joys of anal sex, but that would have to wait. Dalton adjusted his boner and smiled. Revenge was sweet. And he was only just now beginning to put his full plan in motion.
The doorbell rang right on schedule.
Dalton opened the door to welcome in his former best friend Ezekiel Newberry (Zek to his friends).
Zek had not come alone.
“This is Jim Norton. He moved to town while you were…” Zek trailed off.
“…locked up and held against my will thanks to you, you jack ass,” Dalton thought to himself, but smiled and eyed the newcomer.
Dalton initially felt sorry for Jim. Jim was going to be caught in the crossfire, an unexpected casualty in Dalton’s revenge plans. Dalton had invited Zek over to play video games to show him there were no hard feelings for Zek turning him into his stepdad after Dalton had confided in him that he was gay.
That is, until Dalton saw Jim’s shirt. “Jesus: King of Kings” it read in the same script as the chocolate peanut butter cup candy. Jim Norton had picked the wrong day to wear that shirt.
“I hope you don’t mind I invited him along,” Zek said, walking into the living room.
“Don’t be silly,” Dalton said. “Any friend of Zek’s is a friend of mine. Besides, Hebrews 13 verse 2 says ‘Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.’ I mean, Jim could be an angel, right?”
“An angel that sucks at Call of Duty,” Zek said with a laugh, playfully punching Jim in the arm
“Screw you guys,” Jim said, nudging both Zek and Dalton.
“Have a seat, guys. I’ll go pour us some Dew and we can get started,” Dalton said.
“Whoa, your dad is letting you have caffeine,” Zek said, suddenly suspicious. “Where is your dad, anyway? He knows we’re here, right?”
Jim looked nervously at both Zek and Dalton, wondering just what the heck he had gotten himself stuck in the middle of.
“He’s in his den working on Sunday’s sermon,” Dalton calmly replied. “And he told me this was a one-time only thing; a thanks to my friend for putting me back on the path of salvation.”
“Just make sure he doesn’t tell my pa,” Zek said.
“What about you, Jim? You okay with a little Moutain Dew?”
“Him? He’s practically living in Sodom and Gomorrah. His parents aren’t even Christian,” Zek said.
“You know Catholics are Christians, right” Jim said, rolling his eyes.
Alone in the kitchen, Dalton made quick work of crushing up the Rohypnol –a parting gift from the center– and putting it into two of the three glasses. He made sure the drug was fully dissolved into the soda before carrying the three glasses on a tray into the living room.
Dalton grabbed the un-drugged glass and passed the tray to the two unsuspecting teens. He raised his glass.
“To the unyielding love and mercy of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,” he said, clinking glasses with his mates.
He then handed each of them an Xbox controller and took a seat on the couch between them.
“I should warn you guys,” Dalton said, “This is my own person mod and the campaign ain’t gonna be easy.”
“You made your own game,” Jim asked, trying not to sound too impressed.
“Yeah. There are a few frame rate issues. You may occasionally see a flash or two –I still haven’t quite worked all the bugs out yet.”
“Nonesense. You’re a friggin’ computer genius and you know it,” Zek said, nudging Dalton.
Dalton fired up the video game console and let the game do it’s job.
The trio traded a fair share of smack talk initially, but Dalton was finally glad when his program got its hooks into both of his guests.
“That’s it, guys. Focus all your attention on the screen. You don’t want to look away. You can’t look away.”
“What’s happening,” Zek said, trying to turn away. Dalton held his head in place.
“You don’t want to look away. It feels to good.”
“Feels so good,” Jim repeated with a smile.
Dalton held Zek’s head in place until Zek’s look of concern finally melted away into a smile.
“Feels good,” he said.
“You both just want to keep staring at the screen, letting it take you down to a deep, deep relaxing place where you don’t need to think. It’s so peaceful and calm and pleasant. Maybe just a tad bit erotic. Deep down here, you’re free to feel pleasure. It feels completely right to unzip your pants and stroke your cock.”
Dalton watched as both lads initially struggled against complying, but both eventually yielded to the temptation.
“Very good, boys. You’re doing so good. I want you to continue to relax now. Yes, that’s it. Feel yourself drifting. Drifting. Drifting. So warm. So comfortable. So very relaxed,” Dalton paused to take a sip of his unlaced soda.
“It feels so good to relax and let yourself go nice and deep into trance. It feels so good just to drift down as you stroke your cock up and down. The deeper into trance you go, the better it feels to stroke your cock. The more you stroke your cock, the deeper in trance you go.”
Dalton paused and looked at Jim. He didn’t see a reason to prolong his torture and so he decided to quickly enslave the boy. He leaned over and began to suck Jim.
“Go ahead and keep stroking yourself, Zek. You’re going to find that you can’t stop and you can’t cum.”
“Can’t stop. Can’t cum.”
“That’s right, Zek. You know you’re losing control to me and it excites you. I’m taking you down, down, down. Keep stroking. That’s it.”
Dalton turned his attention to Jim.
“In a minute Jim, you’re going to feel my hot mouth slide up and down on your cock. It is going to be the most wonderful thing you ever experienced and with every motion up and down you are going to find yourself needing to give into me and obey me more and more.”
“Obey more and more,” Jim mindlessly said as Dalton began to suck his cock. Jim squirmed and withered on the couch. The pleasure was literally overriding his thought-process, replacing all independent thought with a need to serve and obey Dalton.
Dalton came up for air and quickly undressed down to his underwear.
“You know you did my wrong, Zek. Friends don’t tell on friends. You feel terrible, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I think you can make it up to me by kissing my ass as I suck your friend off. Really get your tongue in there. Fuck that feels so good,” Dalton said before plunging back down on Jim’s fuck stick.
“What was it you called me as they hauled me away, Zek? Do you remember?”
“A fudge packer,” Zek said before thrusting his tongue back into Dalton’s anus ring.
“That’s right. It’s time to make you the very thing you fear the most. Use that cock and start packing fudge.”
A part of Zek screamed out inside, but his body robotically moved into position and began to fuck Dalton. Dalton dove back onto Jim’s dick.
“With every stroke in and out of my ass, you are losing more and more of yourself to me. You are becoming my obedient slave and that turns you on more than anything else, Zek.”
“Yessss,” the mind-zonked teen said as he thrust in and out of his former best friend’s ass.
“You know you are making me feel so good, that you want to feel how good it feels yourself, don’t you Zek? Jim, why don’t you show him how good it feels?”
Jim rose of the couch and walked behind Zek. He grabbed his cock and shoved it into Zek. All of the resistance melted away from Zek as he gave himself fully over to the pleasure of obedience.
“In a minute, you both are going to cum. And when you do, you’re going to belong to me fully. Jim: What happens when you cum?”
“I belong to you fully.”
“Zek: what happens when you cum?”
“I belong to you fully.”
“Good boys. I’m getting close. So close. That’s it boys. That’s it. Give yourselves over to me and cum,” Dalton said as he blew his load on the couch. Both Zek and Jim also shook with powerful climaxes. Their arms dropped to their sides. They both pulled out and stood at attention.
Dalton caught his breath and then looked at his two latest slaves.
“You both did so well. This is just the start of things, though. I have a lot of people in this town I have a score to settle and you both are going to just love helping me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir,” both teens replied with smiles on their faces.
Or y’know, end up like this blank, hypnotized, good boy here.
Maybe I should reintroduce myself, if you’ve forgotten who am I already, or just visit and access the story before this one: “Sorry, What?” Link
This piece of meat is an exchange student from Canada, carrying some sort of scholarship that gave him a free ride along with all facilities paid for. School System has him bearing the name William Red, which kind of has a nice ring to it. And for you to get the whole story, we will start at the top.
It was 6PM, and there weren’t a lot of guys and gals in the gym, possibly because it was crunch time. The gym barely had 4 users, which was sort of disappointing.
“DING!”
It was an email from the Admissions and Facilities Department, and left me sort of curious.
Subject: Admission of Mr. William Reddison [StudID: 12938]
Dear Braxton,
We will be admitting a Canadian Exchange Student today, and he has specified that he wishes to use the gym regularly on a regular basis. His details, records, and additional documents have been saved on the Staff Drives along with photographs in digital format. Please grant him access to the gym, and introduce him to the facilities we have.
We can always rely on you for everything Brax,
Sincerly, Judith.
Head of Admissions
I immediately clicked into the Shell and accessed my drive, but stopped to think.
“It’s probably another nerdy scholar, with a funny accent”
I shrugged, and inputted my log-in
// University Staff Drive
Welcome Brax,
ACCESS?> J:BraxFilesSharedFiles
COMMAND?>list
[Ellis, Jonathan] <-OPENED->
[Bain, Raymond] <-OPENED->
[Johnson, Max] <-OPENED->
[Reddison, William] <-SHARED BY judith.samson@admissions.system
My dick immediately hardened, and knew that he needed to get under one of my training programs!
Name: William Reddison
Notes: After interviewing Mr Reddison, he seems to be a shy guy, with minimal social connections to close friends, family and mates. Does not seem to like spending long periods of time with a stranger, but favors the gym. Reddison has also indicated to us that he feels more free in the gym, and may serve as a exploit in getting at least a conversation with him
– Judith
Date of Birth: REDACTED
Place prior transfer: Montreal, Canada
Scholarship: Jason Cox’s Excellence In Athletics Scholarship
[New Notification: New Student Logged In – William R.]
“There he was, wearing his Red Calvin Kleins, with a white tank top, and Nike shorts”
I already made plans with Jonathan, (you may remember him from a previous encounter) to err, make it easier for me to, umm, compel the new guys. Jonathan quickly made friends with the Canadian hunk, and called me in.
Jonathan: Coach, this is William, he’s new here
William: “Errm, umm, hey. I’d like to train please”
Me: “Yeah, sure thing. Follow me to my office”
The office was upgraded to have blinds, to ensure no one on the outside knew what I was doing to fuckablefuckboys.
So, Mr Red. Take a seat. I need to verify a few things before we get you started…
William, take a look at the screen here, do these records look alright to you?
William was groaning, grunting out yesses at every page, each yes getting longer.
Fuck, he looks so good going under..
I signaled Jonathan to slowly and gently hold the hunk on the chair, as William was staring at the screen. It was a spiral, though it was transparent so he wouldn’t suspect, but enough to be visible by the subconscious.
He started to resist, and jiggle aggressively
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEEET MEEEE GOOOOoooo…”
His body started to sloooowly slump.
Good boy.
At 7:30PM tonight boy, you will come over to the addressed supplied to you, and you will strip down to your underwear lie down on my bed, and wait further instructions.
His glassy eyes simply flickered, with his head nodding, saying ‘Yes’
I walked into my room at 7:45PM to find him like this. I smirked, and started feeling him up. Another blank muscle boy added to my collection. He needed more work, but nothing I could fix.
I put my hand on his crotch, and told him the following:
“You are no one else now, but mine. You will still go to University, train hard with me in the gym, aim for the best in your studies, and get a job, and you will come home to me, mindless, obedient, and waiting to serve.”
“Yes”
I asked him to strip off his underwear and start playing with it mindlessly.
“Yes”
He was mine to use. Mine to control. Mine to fuck. Mine to do whatever I want.
Kneel while standing up boy!
“Yes”
Now, you are no longer a shy muscle man. You are now a cocky, arrogant and playful subject. You know you are controlled, and you like it. You love it. You need it. Being controlled is what defines you now. You love me. You need me. You can’t live without me. Understood?
His voice shifted to a more playful and cocky tone
“Yes”
He liked having his photos taken now, with or without clothes, and enjoys his regular fucks, and submissions.
He thanks me regularly for freeing him of his own control, now that I control him. We are now processing his visa, so he can stay here with me, forever, as my Canadian muscle puppet boy.
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Sometimes you come across a photo and start to put words to it and then you realize that someone else has already done it. And done it much, much better.
Orion 1961 penned the series “The Red Room” back in 2008. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s about a stripper who enslaves straight guys using his pheromones. It’s super hot and I would be remiss to think I could offer up anything that wouldn’t pale in comparison.
So, take a gander at the photo and head over to mcstories and read Orion 1961′s masterpiece. It’s definitely a go-to in my spank-bank.
This was inspired by a real hotel wifi terms and conditions page I came across. I’ve removed the hotel name, but everything else is the same (including the photo on the page, I swear). Please to enjoy: Terms and Conditions
Simon Bankston settled into the overstuffed chair in his hotel room after an exhaustive day of meetings at his client. He hated traveling and being away from his wife Christine and the trip had been called for at the last possible minute. Simon’s secretary couldn’t book him in his usual four star hotel and he wouldn’t be earning airline miles as a result.
The Mesmer Inn. It was a strange name. Who names a hotel chain after the obscure German scientist Franz Mesmer? Worse still, it didn’t appear to be affiliated with any major chain. It was either here or the Red Roof Inn. His secretary Donna assured him that the hotel had numerous four star reviews on many of the travel sites. Businessmen in particular seemed to rate the place highly with many of them indicating that they couldn’t wait to stay there again.
He had been most surprised upon checking in to see the hotel employed honest to goodness bellhops –all dressed in traditional red bellhop jackets. One bellhop by the name of Adam had been particularly insistent about carrying Simon’s suitcase and laptop bag to Simon’s room. Simon assumed Adam had done it merely for a tip, but when Simon attempted to pay the boy with a fiver, the teen declined saying it was his pleasure to take care of Simon. He seemed high or dazed as he had said it. Truth be told, Adam kind of creeped Simon out.
At least is came with free wi-fi. Simon flipped open his laptop. If he couldn’t be home, the least he could do is Skype with his wife. Who knows. Maybe he could even get her to have cyber sex with him. They were still in that honeymoon phase of their marriage where each other couldn’t get enough of the other’s body. Simon’s balls had come to rely on being emptied nightly. He was getting hard just thinking about it.
He opened a browser window and was met with the standard boilerplate term and conditions before the hotel would let him onto the network.
The boilerplate was the usual nonsense, but there was a photo of a business guy in a dress shirt and tie and wearing only his boxers. His laptop was open. He seemed to be seductively licking his thumb.
“That’s…different,” Simon said outloud.
Simon quickly checked the box accepting the terms and conditions and clicked the button for free access.
He really should have read the terms and conditions.
There were a series of flashes. Almost like a strobe light. It cause his pupils to widen and that’s when Simon’s eyes were drawn to the spiral that seemed to fade in right over the male model’s face.
Simon shook his head and turned his gaze from his computer screen and to the nearby desk. He reached for the phone and dialed the front desk.
“Mesmer Inn. Adam speaking. How can I help you tonight, Mr. Bankston?”
“Hello again, Adam. I’m, ah, I’m having trouble connecting to the Internet.”
“What seems to be the problem, sir?”
“Well, the screen keeps flashing and it’s hurting my eyes,” Simon said.
“I am sorry to hear that, sir. No other guests are reporting any issues. Let me see if I can proxy onto your machine. Please look at your screen and respond to my prompts,” the clerk said.
Simon turned his focus back onto his laptop. Bright blue lights pulsed again.
“I think I know your problem, sir. You have to SUBMIT to the terms and conditions. You want to SUBMIT to the terms and conditions. You need to SUBMIT to the terms and conditions.”
The laptop continued to pulse bright, blue light. It seemed to bath Simon’s entire face. Like he was falling into a pool of cool, blue water and being sucked down.
“That’s right, Simon. Be a good boy and SUBMIT. You can do that for your buddy Adam, can’t you?”
“Yessss,” Simon replied, his voice sounding far, far away.
“Say it for me, Simon. Tell me you SUBMIT to the terms and conditions.”
“I SUBMIT to the terms and conditions,” Simon replied. A wave of pleasure seemed to wash over him.
“Good, good. Let the program get its hooks into you. Tell me what it says now.”
There were another short series of light bursts and the spiral changed.
“Obey,” Simon said.
“That’s right. It feels sooooo good to OBEY the terms and conditions. You just have to OBEY the terms and conditions. You want to OBEY the terms and conditions. You need to OBEY the terms and conditions,” Adam said seductively into the phone.
“Yessss, OBEY,” Simon said, feeling another intense wave of pleasure wash over him.”
“Set the laptop on the table next to you and keep watching the spiral,” Adam said. “I will be up to your room shortly to make sure you are fully compliant to the terms and conditions.”
“I SUBMIT to the terms and conditions. I OBEY the terms and conditions,” Simon said as he set the laptop on the desk and continued to stare at it.
After about five minutes, the door to Simon’s room opened and Adam the bellhop entered to find Simon staring at the screen and repeating the mantra. Simon was clearly in the throes of pleasure. He had what appeared to be a decent size cock that was now tenting his slacks.
“It looks like you have some pressure building up there. Keep watching the screen and let me help you with that,” Adam said, falling to his knees and quickly pulling Simon’s trousers and underwear down.
Simon looked away from the spiral to Adam with a confused look on his face. Adam grabbed Simon by the chin and forced him to look back at the screen. He held Simon’s face until he was sure Simon was once again enthralled by the screen.
“I SUBMIT to the terms and conditions. I OBEY the terms and conditions,” Simon said again.
He sucked on the married guy’s dick for a bit, Simon’s mantra reinforcing his own training from long ago. Adam had been a night clerk at the hotel before a new investor bought the place, firing most of the staff with the exception of the good looking men. He had planned on quitting when the new owner let Adam’s girlfriend Stacy go. He had marched down into the manager’s office determined to put in his two weeks or quit on the spot. The new owner had insisted he sit down in front of a computer and accept the terms and conditions of a severance package. After he had blown the owner and swallowed his load, Adam found the owner had literally changed his mind.
Adam had accepted the terms and conditions. It was now his responsibility to ensure male guests of the Mesmer Inn were pleased with his service.
Simon certainly appeared to be. He blasted five volleys of cum into Adam’s willing mouth.
“Accept the terms and conditions: on your knees. Keep watching the screen,” Adam ordered.
Simon had never thought of sucking another guy’s cock before. Up until tonight, the thought had made him want to vomit. The screen continued to flash, wearing down all his mental defenses. He had to accept the terms and conditions. He opened his mouth and sucked Adam’s cock.
There was a slight saltiness to the bellhop’s sweat, but the saltiness was soon replaced by Adam’s precum, which –to Simon’s surprise– tasted somewhat sweet. Simon sucked and licked with wild abandonment, never taking his eyes off the screen.
Simon heard a PING in his head, indicating the programming had succeeded in locking the old Simon away deep in the far corners of his brain. Simon felt happy and content. He sucked even harder on Adam’s cock.
After a few minutes, Adam forcibly pushed Simon off his dick and ordered him to strip.
“I OBEY the terms and conditions,” Simon said, stepping out of his trousers, unbuttoning his tie and loosening his tie.
“Sit back down on the chair,” Adam ordered and Simon rushed to obey.
“Has your wife ever fingered your hole,” Adam asked as he stood above Simon, stroking his cock.
“No, sir,” Simon replied.
“And you’ve never played with it?”
“Ass play is gay, Sir,” Simon said.
“Ass play is a part of the terms and conditions,” Adam said. “You’re gonna love it.”
“I’m gonna love it,” Simon said as Adam grabbed his legs and brought them to his chest.
“Look at me as I take your cherry, Simon. Tell me you submit to the terms and conditions.”
Simon looked directly into Adam’s eyes. “I SUBMIT to the terms and conditions.”
Adam thrust into Simon’s ass.
“It’s painful at first. That happens whenever you first SUBMIT to the terms and conditions. As you continue to OBEY the terms and conditions, it will start to feel real good.”
“Uhhh. OBEY the terms and conditions,” Simon said, gritting his teeth through the pain of his first anal intrusion and stroked his cock.
Adam flipped him over onto all fours and plunged right back into him. It was then that Simon realized Adam was right. It did feel good to OBEY the terms and conditions. He would always ACCEPT the terms and conditions. He would always SUBMIT to the terms and conditions. He would always OBEY the terms and conditions.
Simon came a second time as he felt Adam shoot a load up his ass. He had never felt anything like this before. It truly was amazing to accept the terms and conditions.
Later, after Adam had left and he had cleaned himself up and made himself presentable, he contacted his client Jefferson Donner and insisted he just have to come over to his hotel room right away.
Jefferson knocked and entered. He was surprised to see Simon laying on the bed. Did his eyes look blue? Jefferson could have swore they were brown.
“Mr. Bankston, you said this was of the utmost urgency?”
“Yes. I’ve been going over the numbers and found something quick revealing. You’ll see it once you open my laptop.”
Jefferson walked over to the laptop on the desk and flipped it open.
“Oh, you’ll need to accept the terms and conditions first,” Simon said with a wicked smile.
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