Brody shifted in his seat. Professor Jackson had actually left him alone in study hall to take a call from that bitch of a wife.

He had actually given Brody the exam that Brody had missed. As if he was going to take it. A makeup exam wasn’t the reason why he came to Professor Jackson’s office hours.

Worst still, he wasn’t even alone. Xander Williams was two rows up from him. The geeky nerd was taking the makeup exam that he had missed when he was at the regional finals of the mathematical decathlon.

If he could just get the kid’s attention for a second, they both could have some fun. Xander was a perfect student, though. He kept his eyes forward and on his own paper.

“Pssst. Hey,” Brody said.

Xander just ignored him.

“Pssst. Hey, you,” Brody said with a more urgent tone.

“Me,” Xander asked, still not looking back.

“Yes, you. We’re the only two in here. What did you get for number 10?”

Xander shifted nervously and eyed the door.

“Sorry, I’m not going to help you cheat,” he said. “If we get caught, they fail us both.”

“Come on, man. Help a bro out,” Brody said, holding up his test. “Just blink twice if I’m right.”

Xander was more than pissed. He turned quickly.

“Look, dude, I’m not going to help…”

“Gotcha,” Brody thought as he centered his mind and projected the mesmerizing spiral.

Xander found he couldn’t break from Brody’s gaze. He felt like he was drifting gently down.

“You are drifting down,” Brody said, reading the teen’s thoughts. “Your mind has grown so tired from all the studying. So weak. It feels so good just to let your mind drift as you fall deeper and deeper into my gaze.”

Soooo good,” Xander said, drooling a bit.

“I want you to keep looking into my eyes. They are like two deep pools of azure. Spinning you down, down, down ever so gently. You can turn back around, Xander. You can still see the pretty spiral in your mind, can’t you?”

“Yes,” Xander said as he faced forward.

“You feel so relaxed and happy. So relaxed and obedient. Just let your mind melt as you drift further down into my control. The purple spiral is so warm and inviting. It’s so easy to drift down. And just let go and let me do all the thinking for you.”

“Yesssss.”

“You’re going to find it so easy to answer any of my questions now. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. Very good. So, tell me: are you gay or straight, Xander?”

“I’m straight, Sir.”

“That’s not quite right, is it, Xander?”

“It’s…it’s not?”

“You’re feeling really good right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Better than a woman has ever made you feel, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And who is making you feel so good?”

“You are, Sir.”

“But I’m a guy. If a guy is making you feel so good, that must make you…” Boyd waited for the answer to come to the boy.

“Gay,” Xander answered hesitantly.

“You still feel good as I pull up my sweater just a little bit and you look at my treasure trail, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want to stand up and show me yours, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Xander rose and pulled up his shirt, revealing a smooth torso.

“You’re smooth. Real men aren’t smooth, are they?”

“No, Sir.”

“That must make you a…” Boyd paused and removed his sweater.

“…a faggot, Sir.”

“That’s right, Xander. Good boy. Sink down a little bit more for me now as you stare at my bare chest.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Do you see this,” Boyd asked, lowering his pants slightly. “This is the cock that’s going to fully enslave you. Won’t that be awesome?”

“Awesome….” Xander said, swaying a bit.

“But, first. I need you to drop your pants and let me suck out the last of your free will and resistance.”

Xander moved robotically toward Boyd and lowered his pants as instructed.

“This is going to be the best blow job you ever got, do you understand?”

“This will be the best blow job I ever received, yes.”

Boyd licked around the base of Xander’s shaft, causing Xander to shake with pleasure.

“You can only cum when you give yourself completely to me,” Boyd said.

He spent the next five minutes massaging Xander’s balls as he deep-throated Xander’s dick, sending Xander into a frenzy of lust. Boyd knew a part of Xander was holding out, trying to resist cumming and thereby avoid being enslaved. Boyd was an expert, though. He patiently nursed and coaxed a load out of Xander.

Xander finally cried out, shooting a week’s worth of cum down Boyd’s throat. When Boyd was certain he had milked the last drop from Xander’s spent dick, he got up off his knees and gently pushed Xander onto his own.

Xander offered no resistance.

“What the fuck,” Professor Jackson said, returning to the room.

“Naughty, naughty Professor. You kept me waiting. Now you’ll just have to watch,” Boyd admonished the older man.

“Watch?”

“Yes, Professor. You remember how to watch my eyes. Let them take you down. Drifting, falling ever so gently to that warm and relaxing place that excites you so much. It makes you so hard. So obedient.”

The professor was once again lost in Boyd’s gaze.

“Hop up on the desk like the naughty professor you are and stroke your dick as you watch Xander feel my cock busting his cherry ass. You wish it was you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Professor Jackson said, lying on the desk and stroking his cock.

Boyd bent Xander over a desk and thrust into him.

“Fuck, you are tight,” Boyd said. “Loosen up a bit. You want me inside you.”

“Want you inside me,” Xander replied.

“It ain’t gonna take me long. Shit. Your tight ass is milking my dick. Tell me you want me to breed your ass.”

“Breed me, Sir.”

“You’re ass is so nice. Fuccccck….take it. Take my load,” Boyd said, thrusting Xander’s hips against his own. As Xander felt the volley of cum splatter inside him, he came again.

“No cum for you,” Boyd told the professor. “Next time, don’t keep me waiting.”

Professor Jackson put his dick away and buttoned up. “Yes, Sir.”

“You can clean up his cum on the floor, though,” Boyd said.

Professor Jackson smiled and leapt to the floor. As he tongued up the spooge, Boyd stroked Professor Jackson’s hair.

“Oh, Xander and I both passed with perfect a 4.0. We’ll both be back tomorrow and you can give us our grades and we’ll give you our cocks.”

When Boyd was sure the professor had licked up any incriminating evidence, he dressed and then helped Xander put his clothes back on, too. The lad was still out of it. He slapped him on the shoulder.

“Let’s go get a beer. You’ve earned it.”

Doctor Mesmer double-checked the knot work on his guest. Detective Patrick Talbot had succeeded in nearly crushing the evil Doctor’s drug syndicate before Mesmer could unleash his greatest achievement. A simple trap had been set and Talbot had fallen for it. A bit of knock-out gas had taken Talbot down. Mesmer had his drug-enslaved henchmen (a doctor, a beat cop and a fireman) strip the good detective and bring him to Doctor Mesmer’s inner-most lair.

Assured that the detective would not be going anywhere, Doctor Mesmer sat back and waited for Talbot to regain consciousness.

He didn’t have to wait too long. Talbot shook off the effects of the knock-out gas and pulled at his bonds.

“You sick pervert. Where are my clothes? You won’t get away with this. Whatever it is that you are planning.”

“On the contrary, my good Detective. Everything is going according to plan. You were so keen on uncovering what my organization was planning, it seems only fitting you have a front row seat to my crowning achievement.”

“You’re mad and we will stop you,” Talbot said, tugging again at his bonds.

“Behold,” Doctor Mesmer said, holding up a small brown bottle. “I give you Euphoria. My greatest creation. 100 times more addictive than sugar, this really puts the pop in poppers. Just three hits and PING, your brain is enslaved and you’ll do anything I tell you just so you get another hit of the sweet, sweet Euphoria.”

Talbot recognized the bottle. In had literally been flooding the streets. He had been unable to get a sample of the designer drug until now. If he could only somehow get loose and escape with the sample.

“Perhaps a test is in order,” Doctor Mesmer said, turning on the flat screen TV in front of the captive Talbot. “I believe you recognize the good Republican Senator.”

Talbot did. It was Senator Tanner Calbot from Tennessee. Notoriously homophobic and deeply religious, he was currently on all fours in nothing but a jockstrap, huffing from a small bottle of Euphoria as he begged one of Mesmer’s henchmen to fuck him deeper.

“As you can see, the good Senator has had a change of heart and is ready to end the war on drugs. Well, the war on one drug, anyway. He is fully under my control and with his help –and he will be only too willing to help– I’ll soon have most of Washington enslaved. Let’s check in a little closer to home, shall we?’

Talbot immediately recognized the Mayor’s office at City Hall. The Mayor was naked and held a brown bottle in his left hand as his right hand furiously masterbated his cock.

“Good afternoon, Mayor,” Doctor Mesmer said in a cheery voice that creeped Talbot out.

“Good afternoon, Master,” the Mayor said.  

“I’m here with Detective Talbot.”

“Has Patrick tried Euphoria yet, Master?”

“Not just yet.”

“Patrick, it really is most extraordinary. There is nothing like it. Master is a genius for creating it,” the Mayor as he continued to beat his meat.

“Tell our good Patrick how you came to sample my wonderful drug, Mayor.”

“Of course. Of course. May I take a huff first?”

“You may.”

The Mayor place the bottle under each nostril and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back into his head for a minute and he shook with pleasure.

“Where was I? Yes, how I came to be enslaved. The Doctor had the good fortune of handing out samples at a keg party at my son’s frat house. My son Dillon and the frat president Blake paid me a visit the next day. I didn’t understand at first. Blake held me down as my son took off the cap of the little brown bottle and held my head as the fumes permeated my brain. Blake tore off my slacks and underwear and Dillon went down on my cock as Blake forced a second hit. I was floating. It was peaceful. Blake held my head for a final shot. I heard the PING as my son coaxed a load out of my cock. It is wonderful to serve Doctor Mesmer. You’ll see.”

Talbot struggled against his bonds again.

“Detective Talbot? Still haven’t given up hope? I can assure you, there is no escape. Isn’t that right, investigative report David Palmer?”

The reporter that Talbot had been working alongside on the case appeared on screen.

“Palmer, not you too,” Talbot said.

“Doctor Mesmer is a god,” the journalist said. “You were right, I should have never gone undercover to infiltrate his gang. He saw right through me. Euphoria is amazing, though. Now I’m glad I’m on his team.”

“Take a deep hit, Mr. Palmer. I think you’ve earned it,” Mesmer said.

Palmer brought the brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge hit. He began to masterbate furiously.

“Cannot wait until you sample it it, Pat. Everyone should be enslaved to Master Mesmer. You’ll see. And then we can huff together. I can’t wait to fuck your ass.”

“Another hit, Mr. Palmer,” Doctor Mesmer ordered. Palmer complied.

“Cumming….fuuuuuuuck.”

Talbot tried to look away, but Mesmer forcibly turned his head back to see that Palmer was a sex-crazed, drug addicted slave.

“Let’s check in on some members of the vice squad, shall we,” the Doctor said.

Talbot felt his heart sink a little bit.

“I believe you know Detective Chase and Detective Danvers? Danvers is just administering the third and final hit to Detective Chase.”

Talbot watches as his peer convulsed for a moment and then smiled and opened his eyes.

“Boys, you’d do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Of course, Master Mesmer,” Danvers said.

“Anything,” Chase added.

“I want you two to 69 until you both are shooting blanks. Only then can you both have another hit of Euphoria.”

Talbot watched as the two formerly straight detectives tore off each other’s clothes and began to suck on each other’s cock.

“My partner knows I’m here. He’ll stop you, you freak,” Talbot spit at Mesmer.

The doctor calmly wiped the spit from his face. “I highly doubt that. Yes, Detective Hightower knows you are here, but that’s because this was his idea. Wasn’t it, Detective Hightower?”

Talbot’s partner appeared on screen. He was snorting from a little brown bottle as he slid up and down on a big, fat dildo.

“Perhaps your captain might rescue you?”

Captain Rouchard appeared on screen. He was clad in only a white jock.

“Ready for your third and final dose, Captain,” Mesmer asked.

“Yessss, please,” the Captain pleaded.

“You know that the final hit will enslave you completely?”

“I don’t care,” the Captain said, taking a deep hit from the little brown bottle.

Talbot watched as the Captain shook, his eyes rolling back up into his head as he shot his load. Talbot could have swore he actually heard a PING sound as the Captain’s mind was completely enslaved to Euphoria.

“This is the greatest thing. Thank you Master Mesmer for enslaving me,” the Captain said.

“My henchmen will be delivering 10 cases of Euphoria to your office. I trust you will have no problem disseminating Euphoria to each and every officer,” Mesmer asked.

Rouchard smiled and looked at the cum on his hand. “It would be my honor, Master.”

Mesmer turned off the TV and turned to Talbot. He again held up the little brown bottle.

“I think we’ve made you wait long enough.”

“Please, don’t. I beg of you,” Talbot pleaded.

Mesmer opened the bottle with one hand and grabbed Talbot’s head with his other. He brought the bottle up to Talbot’s nose.

“You have to breath sometime, Detective Talbot.”

Talbot continued to hold his breath until his body reflexively forced him to inhale.

The drug shot into his system. Musky, metallic and slightly sweet, when the drug hit his brain, fireworks of pleasure exploded.

Mesmer untied him, but Talbot couldn’t move. The pleasure was too intense. It soon wore off and Talbot hungered for another hit.

“More.”

Mesmer pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

Talbot’s ego didn’t want to give Doctor Mesmer the satisfaction of kneeling, but the drug’s hooks proved too great and Talbot ached with the need for another fix. He fell to his knees. Mesmer gave an evil chuckle and held the brown bottle up to Talbot’s nostril.

The second hit was even better than the first. Talbot could feel the drug coursing through his entire body. Every nerve in his body seemed to be alive with pleasure.

“That’s the second hit. Your whole body probably feels like it is on fire with desire. One more hit and we can put an end to this nasty bit of business, Patrick.”

“Yes, more,” Talbot moaned.

“For all the trouble you almost caused me, I think you’re going to have to earn that final hit,” Mesmer said.

“Anything,” Talbot said. His body began to itch from the drug’s withdrawal.

Doctor Mesmer brought his rock-hard dick a mere couple of inches away from Talbot’s face.

“Oh, geez. Not that. Anything but that,” Talbot pleaded.

“You said anything. Suck my cock if you want another hit of Euphoria.”

Talbot paused for what he thought was an eternity, but in actuality was less than 15 seconds. His body began to shake with need and he swallowed the drug lord’s cock in one full swoop.

Mesmer proceeded to fuck Talbot’s throat, marveling in the detective’s sudden willingness to debase himself. Talbot even gagged a few times, but kept his mouth on Mesmer’s log –so great was the need for that final fix.

Mesmer felt his own cum start to churn in his balls, but he had no plans to drop his load down Talbot’s throat. He pulled his cock out.

“Good boy. Take your final hit. You’ve earned it.”

Talbot sat back on his haunches as Mesmer brought the bottle up to his nose. He knew there would be no coming back from this point. One more hit of the drug and he would be enslaved to Doctor Mesmer’s will.

He took the deepest hit yet, heard a PING sound in his head and immediately climaxed, shooting his load right there on the cement floor.

Talbot’s mind was gone, but he didn’t really care. His master led him over to a sling in the corner and he gladly climbed into it. Mesmer offered him another hit of Euphoria which he only too gladly accepted.

As the drug’s effects hit him, Mesmer thrust his cock up Talbot’s virgin ass.

Talbot moaned in pleasure, never breaking his gaze into his Master’s eyes.

BEGIN CLASSIFIED RECORDING
VISUAL/AUDIO BRAIN STIMULATION
TEST SUBJECT PVT. JOHN PERKINS, 21
SINGLE HETEROSEXUAL MALE

Private John Perkins could not believe his luck. Despite having been a major pain in the sarge’s ass throughout basic training, the old man had volunteered him for a cushy science experiment while the rest of the platoon when on a 20 mile hike.

“Private Perkins, is it,” the voice from the speaker says.

“Yes, sir,” Perkins replies to the scientist. He knows the man is watching him from behind the two-way mirror. Perkins is determined to make the testing last as long as possible, lest he have to join his platoon midway through the hike.

“At ease, soldier. In a minute, we’ll begin the program on the screen in front of you. You just need to look straight into the screen and memorize as much detail as you can. We’ll be testing your memory.”

“Stare at the screen and memorize. Got it, sir.”

The screen came to life with a flash of light and color.

“What the…” Perkins said.

“Stay focused, Private. I need you to count the rings.” 

”What are you trying to do to me,” Perkins says outloud. 

“Private, I need your full cooperation or would you rather be marching?”

“No, sir. It’s just…the screen is making my head hurt.” 

“Private Perkins, stare at the screen and do as you are told!”

“Submit to Sarge, fuck that,” he said.

There was a flash of light. Perkins tried to close his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn’t shut. He gritted his teeth.

The spiral continued to swirl.

“I’ll never submit, you assholes.”  

And then, Perkins’ gaze fell upon the spiral. He got a full flash of the visual whammy designed to weaken his resolve. It seemed to pulse ever so seductively. Almost in tune with the beat of his heart. He tried in vain to look away, but his eyes seemed to be locked on the spiral. Yes, locked on the big, beautiful spiral. His face slackened as the programming begins to take effect.

This wasn’t so bad, was it? It could be worse. He could be on a 20 mile hike.

The aural portion of the programming kicks in with a soft hum. It lulled Perkins down, worming its way into his subconscious mind. 

“Relax,” the hum seemed to say and Perkins heard himself softly agree. The hum seemed to massage the pleasure center of his brain. 

Perkins heard the voice in his head just as clear as if someone was in the room whispering it in his ears.

“It’s getting even harder to think, now. Isn’t it, Private?”

Perkins felt himself nod reflexively.

“Even harder to resist. And it feels so good, doesn’t it, Private? So good just to relax and watch the spiral spin and pulse. Pulse and spin. Burning away all that pesky resistance. Making you feel so good and relaxed.”

“It’s getting so much harder to remember anything now. Everything is slipping away. And it feels so good. And so easy to just lay there and let go.

It’s getting harder to think. Even harder to resist.

“Let your mind clear.”

“Yeah,” Perkins thought. “Let my mind clear.”

His dick az hard and leaking. It was as if his thoughts were leaking out of his cock.

 “It is useless to try to resist.”

“Useless,” he heard himself repeat.

“You will ultimately enjoy being made into Sarge’s mindless sex toy.”

“Yesss, enjoy.”

“Strip, Private.”

Perkins felt himself stand up. It was as if his brain was inside someone else’s body.

:Feel everything just slipping away. And it feels so good, doesn’t it, Private?”

“Soooo good,” Perkins said, feeling his body melt back into the couch. His eyes remained glued to the beautiful and seductive spiral that was emptying his mind. 

 “So easy to just lay there and let go. Let the nice man help you relax even further now.”

Perkins was shocked when the scientist entered the room. He had never had a hard on with another guy present. The man held up a device that looked like a flashlight.

“This is really going to help us mind fuck you.”

“Noooo,” Perkins said.

The man slipped the device over Perkins’ cock and then left the room again to let the machine do its work.

The machine began to vibrate, hum and suck all at once. That, along with the spiral, seemed to overload the pleasure centers of Perkins’ brain.

“So easy to trust and obey. Going down deeper now. Everything just fades away as the machine sucks all those nasty thoughts of disobedience right out.  Feel it make you so peaceful. 

“Soooo peaceful,” Perkins replied, drool dripping down his chin onto his chest.

“So content.”

Yes, he was content. This felt so good and so right just to allow the machine to suck his brains out.

 “So blissfully empty.”

“Soooo empty,” Perkins replied.

“It’s time to give yourself completely over to Sarge. You desire to be Sarge’s sex slave. Remove the device and finish enslaving yourself.”

Enslaved? To Sarge? Perkins couldn’t believe the thoughts and images buzzing around in his brain. One thing was for sure. He wouldn’t enslave himself. He wouldn’t…

His hand grabbed onto his cock and began to stroke.

“Sarge’s sex slave.” Perkins heard himself say as his’ dick betrayed him and became painfully erect. 

Perkins felt his cum shoot violently out his dick; the last of his will and independent thought was mixed in with his jizz.

“Gotta thank you again for bringing another of my soldiers in line,” Sarge told the scientist as they entered the room. The programming was just wrapping up. Perkins lay on the couch, completely mindless. 

“Can’t wait to break in the new grunt’s ass,” Sarge said, grabbing his junk through his fatigues. 

“How you feeling, Private Perkins,” the Sarge asked.

Perkins’ eyes came back into focus as if he was waking from a nap. Sarge was his superior officer in every way. 

“Good, Sir.” 

Gone was any trace of defiance. Perkins’ face was sappy and blissful. He could think of nothing else than eagerly submitting to the every whim and desire of his new master, Sarge.

Sarge unzipped his pants. Perkins eagerly dropped to his knees.

END TRANSMISSION

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The company got me and my little brother at the same time. It was just like the rumors – they put us side by side in this bare room, projected a series of spirals, video clips, and rapid messages on the far wall, and pumped in some kind of gas that made it so hard to think. After a while we both passively watched the projection, made dullwitted and uncomfortably warm by the gas. I felt like I was floating in the shifting colours and images. Then I started to feel a faint stir of arousal from my dick. What the fuck? No! I jerked my head forcibly to the side. Fuck this. I wasn’t giving them what they wanted. “Please look at the spiral, Taylor,” came a soft voice from nowhere. I spat out a curse, then looked up at my hand restraints, trying to see if I could tear them out of the wall. “Taylor. This is foolish. Look at your brother.” I grudgingly turned my head to look at Sean. His eyes looked glassy, he was staring intently at the pictures, and I could see his lips moving faintly, mouthing words. I looked down and saw he had a boner pushing out his shorts, a small wet spot forming. Aw, sick! no way! “See, he has already begun the reeducation process. See how content he is? Don’t you want to be like him?”

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BEGIN CLASSIFIED RECORDING
CIVILIAN TEST MILITARY GRADE R-G GAS
TEST SUBJECT TANNER BROCK, 22
SINGLE HETEROSEXUAL MALE
STUDENT

“Remind me what we’re testing today, doc” Tanner Brock asked the professor whom he knew was sitting behind the two-way mirror, monitoring the test.

“It’s a new aroma we’ve designed for soldiers suffering from PTSD,” the professor’s voice boomed out from the hidden speaker. “It’s designed to calm and relax the user.”

Tanner eyed the small device on the couch to the left of him.

The curious little object sprayed a fine green mist out the minute Tanner got close to it.

“Was it supposed to do that,” Tanner asked, rubbing his nose.

“That’s quite normal. Just take a couple of deep breaths in. That’s it. You’re going good, Tanner.”

Frankly, Tanner didn’t care what the latest test was as long as he got his $300 for an hour of his time after it was done. Between the psychology department experiment, donating plasma and jizzing into a cup down at the sperm bank, Tanner was able to eke out a pretty good living when still going to classes. Enough to keep him in pizza and beer anyway.

“Alright, I want to you take another couple of deep breaths.”

Tanner inhaled deeply. Shit, if all he had to do is stand here and breath in and out for an hour, this was going to be the easiest $300 he ever made.

“The aroma levels in the room are at 30 percent. You should be able to smell it now. Take another deep breath in for me and describe it,” the unseen research professor said.

Tanner took another deep breath in. The aroma seemed to numb and tickle as he inhaled through his nose.

“It smells kind of musky,” he said.

“Take another deep breath in. Do you find the smell unpleasant?”

Tanner inhaled again. “No. It kind of reminds me of the locker room. Is it warm in here all of a sudden?”

“The room temperature is 72 degrees as it was in the beginning of our test. Take another deep breath in for me.”

Tanner found himself obeying the professor’s order even as he tugged uncomfortably on his shirt.

The smell was starting to get to him now. He was burning up. It didn’t panic him, however. Other than being a bit hot, all he could seem to think of was being back in the locker room. He wished he was there now. He felt like he was sweating like he always did after a good workout. It always felt so good to strip out of his clothes and feel the gym a.c. on his body.

“Take another deep breath in, Tanner.”

Tanner did as instructed. The smell was overwhelming him. He felt lightheaded. His muscles seemed to relax and burn at the same time. His clothes seemed to constrict around his tight, athletic body.

“That’s it. That’s it. Good boy. Let the aroma take over.”

“Soooo warm,” Tanner said, slurring his word.

“Take another deep breath for me, boy. That’s it. That’s it. Take off your shirt and unbutton your pants.”

Tanner took another two breaths in. It felt like his brain was melting. His hands moved ad if on autopilot and he began to lift his shirt over his head before stopping himself. Something wasn’t right.

“Another breath, Tanner. NOW.”

Tanner inhaled again. His head was floating now. It was hard to concentrate on anything but what the professor was telling him.

“You want to feel the aroma all over you. Take of your shirt and unbutton your pants.”

Tanner tossed his black shirt to the floor and lowered his jeans. The voice was right. It felt so right to feel the aroma spreading over his skin. It was like a gentle caress or massage. It felt good. Sexy, even.  Tanner started to get hard. He covered his crotch with his hands.

“You don’t want to cover up that beautiful body, Boy. Take another deep breath in. That’s it. Perfect. You want to show it off.  Take off your jeans. Show everyone in the locker room what you’re packing.”

Tanner lowered his jeans and kicked them off. He turned to show off his erection in his boxer shorts.  His was rock hard and damn horny. He no longer cared who knew it.

He kept breathing in and out, rubbing the gas into his beefy thighs, his six-pack abs, his neck and his face. It was the most wonderful smell in the world and he needed to get it all over him. 

He tore off his black boxers. It felt good to be standing there naked, letting the aroma wash all over him. He wanted it all over his body and inside of him. Tanner spread his asscheeks and could feel the sweet, sweet gas invading his hole. It was almost as if the aroma was fucking him. It felt so good, he felt his dick burp out a bit of pre-cum. Tanner moaned.

The door to the testing room opened and Tanner looked up to see a strange figure wearing a gas mask come in. He calmly took Tanner out of the testing room and into another room. The young professor took off the gas mask, tossing it aside. He pushed Tanner face down into the bed that was in the room. 

Tanner was about to protest, but the professor twisted the cap off a small, brown bottle and shoved it into Tanner’s nose.

Tanner inhaled the familiar aroma and felt himself immediately relax. He smiled a dopey grin and buried his head into the pillow.

“As you can see,” the professor turned, speaking directly into the camera. “The R-G, or orgy gas, has rendered the subject totally compliant. A few puffs of the gas in its liquid form, distributed every five to ten minutes into the subject’s nasal passages, are enough to keep the subject in a blissful, euphoric state during which he will do anything asked of him.”

The professor calmly laid out several sex toys as Tanner continued to grind his dick into the bed.

“I plan to demonstrate in this recording that if one stimulates the subject to orgams via the anal cavity, the ensuing orgasm renders the effects of the gas permanent. We begin with just my finger.”

Tanner felt the invasion of his ass.

“Relax, Tanner. I am just helping push more of the lovely aroma into the part of your body where you need it most.”

Tanner moaned and thrust his ass up to push the finger further in.

“Good boy, Tanner. You want to help me loosen your ass up so we can get more of that aroma inside of you.”

The professor smiled and looked directly into the camera.

“The subject is experiencing increased pleasure. Let’s step this up to show what Orgy gas can really do, shall we?”

The professor picked up a black, cylindrical device with wires that led to a battery pack. He quickly lubed it up.

“Moving onto the electronic anal stimulator. Tanner, my good boy: take another hit off your bottle.”

“Yessss, sir,” Tanner said, inhaling the sweet, sweet aroma. His face became flushed and a sexual hunger grew within him. He thrust his ass up.

“Notice how the subject’s ass offers no resistance. It merely sucks the device in. Your ass is hungry, isn’t it Tanner?”

“Soooo hungry,” Tanner said, drooling onto the pillow.

“And ‘pop’ goes his cherry,” the professor said with a laugh as Tanner took the entire device up into his hole.

“Pop goes the cherry,” Tanner said, giggling.

“Let’s start him out easy on level four. The device is vibrating lightly –a tingle, really– on the subject’s prostate. The subject is feeling pleasure. The endorphins that are being released in his brain, are combining with the orgy gas in a slight chemical reaction that is rendering him further pliable to my will. Isn’t that right, Tanner?”

“Yesss, sir. Oh, God it feels so good!”

“We are going to gradually increase the speed of the vibrations. Tanner, be a good boy and take another huff.”

Tanner inhaled again from the small bottle as the anal assault continued. The device seemed to be stroking a button within his ass. He was raising and lowering his ass, rubbing his rock hard cock against the bed sheets. They were becoming slick with his precum.

“The subject appears ready and willing for the next device,” the professor said with a smile, showing the dildo to the camera.

The professor applied more lube to Tanner’s hole and tried to push the dildo in, but it wasn’t going in so easily.

“Tanner, take another hit of that wonderful aroma and then reach back with your hands and pull your asscheeks apart,” the professor ordered.

“Like this, sir?”

“Yes, Tanner. That’s very good. You’re doing so well. Here we go.”

The professor slowly eased the dildo up Tanner’s ass.

“I’m using a slight downward motion to gently ease the device into the subject’s hole. I do not want the subject to feel any discomfort, only pleasure. Tanner, I need you to take another hit, relax and push out.”

Tanner gladly inhaled again from the small bottle and complied with the professor’s instructions.

“The subject’s anal ring is dilating and we’re all the way in.”  

The professor gently massaged Tanner’s asschecks as he worked the dildo back and forth,  causing Tanner to moan in ecstasy. The professor continued to fuck Tanner with the dildo for a few minutes until he was certain that Tanner was loosened up. He pulled the dildo out, stood and unzipped his own pants to reveal his own hard cock.

“Tanner, roll over onto your back and come to the front of the bed. That’s a good boy. How do you feel, Tanner,” he asked.

“Soooo good.”

“Have you ever been with a man, Tanner?”

“No, I’m straight.”

“Take another hit, lie back and stroke your penis,” the professor ordered as he tossed his shirt off.

Tanner took a couple of hits and fell back into the bed. He slowly began stroking.

“You remember how good the toys felt,” the professor said, stepping out of his jeans.

“Yesss.”  

“This is going to feel even better,” the professor said, kneeling on the bed and holding his rock-hard dick in his hand. “Raise up your legs and show us that pretty little hole.”

“You’ll note that the subject instantly obeyed my commands. Now bring your knees to your chest. That’s it, Tanner. You’re doing so well. I think you’ve earned another hit. Take a big huff. That’s it.”

Tanner’s eyes fully-dilated as the professor thrust into him. The pleasure shook him. It was like a bomb going off. Every nerve seemed to come alive with the spark of a new desire.

“Notice how the subject is stroking his cock in sync with the trusts of my cock into his ass. Let’s test the level of the subject’s desire, now.”

The professor pulled out of Tanner and lay on his back on the bed. He held his cock perpendicular.

“Tanner, you’ve never had a man fuck you before, correct?”

“No, sir.”

“You want to sit on my cock.”

“I want to sit on your cock,” Tanner said, moving his ass above the professor’s man meat.

“Judging from the amount of precum the subject is secreting, he should be on the verge of climax. Take one more deep hit for me, Tanner. That’s it. Now stroke your cock.”

The professor smiled as he watched Tanner mindlessly comply with his request. He began to thrust up, burying his bone into Tanner’s gaping hole.

“It’s important,” the professor said as he panted,  “that the subject stroke himself to climax thereby enslaving himself. You want to keep feeling this good, don’t you, Tanner.”

“I want to keep feeling this good,” Tanner said as he continued to polish his knob.

“When you cum, you’re going to be able to smell that aroma forever. You want that more than anything else, don’t you boy?”

“Smell forever, yesssss.”

The professor thrust one final time up Tanner’s ass. Tanner’s sphincter squeezed tightly as Tanner blew his load.

“The subject’s asshole literally sucked a load out of my dick. The lightly-colored discharge tells me the orgy gas has taken complete control and the subject is open to any command.”

“I am open to any command,” Tanner said in a robotic voice.

“Excellant! Your first order after you dress and get cleaned up is to provide me with a list of all your male friends. You’ll want to convince each and every one of them to participate in my clinical trial. Isn’t that right, Tanner?”

“Yessss, sir.”

END TRANSMISSION

Connor Jenkins could barely contain his anger at his secretary. She had picked the most inopportune time to get up from her desk and now, as a result, the trucking vendor who refused to take no for an answer no matter how many times Trevor told him so over the phone –the man who had patiently spent the last two days just sitting outside Jenkins office waiting for an opening.

And that bitch of a secretary had given him one. Jenkins had returned from lunch to find the secretary away from her desk and the vendor now sitting in his office

“Look, Mr…”

“Dallas, Roger Dallas,” the man said, shaking Connor’s hand with a firm grip.

“Look, Dallas. I told you on the phone. I’m not in a position currently to upend my shipping enterprises no matter how good the deal.”

“Look, Connor…may I call you Connor,” the man asked, retrieving a laptop from his shoulder bag.

“No, you may not. Mr. Jenkins is fine.”

“Look, Jenkins. If you could just take a look at this small presentation I’ve prepared. I’m sure it will change your mind.”

“How long is it?”

“10 minutes.”

“And you’ll leave after I watch it?”

“You have The Corporation’s word on it. If The Corporation hasn’t changed your mind after 10 minutes, I will happily see myself out.” 

Jenkins opened the laptop lid and examined the computer. 

“How do I start the damn thing? The sooner this starts, the sooner you get the hell out of here and stop wasting both our time.”

“Just double-click on the TC emblem on the desktop, Jenkins.”

Jenkins followed instructions and a flash of blue light shot out from the screen, causing his eyes to dilate. 

“Relax as the TC program calibrates the Total Control program. The Corporation thanks you for your service,” the voice from the computer said.

Jenkins found that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t blink. The blue light seemed to be pulsing. Synchronizing to his every breath and heart beat. 

“Good boy,” Dallas said as he pulled down his zipper and pulled out his hardening cock. He slowly began to stroke. “I used to be just like you until a pair of my field reps held me down and forced me to watch The Corporation’s TC program. You may notice a slight discomfort as The Corporation remaps your brain.”

A series of atonal notes blasted from the machine, causing Jenkins to wince in pain.

“Submit to The Corporation,” the program urged. “Obey The Corporation. It feels good to obey The Corporation. Pain comes from disobedience to The Corporation.”

Jenkins cried out in pain.

“Don’t fight it, dude. The Corporation already has its hooks in ya and it’s just better to give in,” Dallas said, licking his hand and then rubbing his dick. 

“Do you comply with The Corporation,” the voice asked.

Jenkins was fighting. He had to he….arrrgh.

“Do you comply with The Corporation,” the voice asked again.

He tried to turn away. It was as if his brain was on fire. So much pain.

“Comply and end the pain,” Dallas said.

“I…I comply.”

“Very Good. Unit Dallas, Protocol 417. Comply,” the machine said.

Dallas –his dick jutting out of his slacks, rose. “Understood. Complying.”

Dallas shook from pleasure as he moved behind Jenkins and began to rub his shoulders.

As Dallas continued to rub Jenkins’ shoulders and neck, Jenkins felt himself relaxing as more of The Corporation’s programing was beamed directly into his brain.

“Unit Jenkins: focus on the spiral. Comply,” the machine said.

“Understood. Complying,” Jenkins said, opening his eyes and staring at the spinning circle.

“Compliance to The Corporation brings pleasure. Non-compliance to the Corporation brings pain.  Obedience to The Corporation makes you horny. Comply and repeat.”

“Understood. Complying,” Jenkins said, unzipping his pants and stroking his engorged dick. “Obedience to The Corporation makes me horny.”

“You desire to serve The Corporation. I will comply.”

“I desire to serve The Corporation. I wil comply,” he repeated.

“Unit Dallas: Protocol 548. Comply,” the machine said.

“Understood. Complying,” Dallas said, walking to the side of Jenkins and pulling Jenkins into a kiss.

It was no ordinary kiss. The minute their lips touched, an electrical connection was made. Jenkins could see Dallas’ memories of his own enslavement in his mind. His thoughts and desires were being downloaded and it was making Jenkins so hot. Dallas being held down by two burly sales reps as the laptop was opened and he was forced to comply and before long was complying willingly just as Jenkins was doing now.

“Unit Jenkins: Protocol 826. Comply.”

“Understood,” Jenkins said, falling to his knees. “Complying.”

As he licked Dallas’ dick through his boxer briefs, Jenkins could feel The Corporation probing his own mind. Jenkins was glad to be rid of all of his company’s secrets. They belonged to The Company now. 

“Unit Dallas: The Corporation is pleased. You now control Unit Jenkins. The Corporation thanks you for your compliance.”

“Understood. Complying,” Dallas replied. “Unit Jenkins, Protocol 828. Comply.”

“Understood. Complying,” Jenkins said.

“That’s it. Take me in your mouth, Unit Jenkins.You know you must. Comply.” 

Jenkins wrapped his mouth around Dallas’ cock and proceeded to give him an expert blow job. Jenkins had never before sucked another guy’s cock, but the instructions had been downloaded and he could only comply.

“You’re a fucking slut for my cock. Said it. Comply.”

“I’m a flucking slut for your cock. I will comply.”

“Put your mouth back on me and finish me off, then. Comply.”

“I will comply,” Jenkins said, lost to the pleasure.

True to his word, Jenkins went down on Dallas and finished him off.

Yes, Unit Jenkins was in full compliance with The Corporation.

hypnoseros:

My best friend had the hottest dad I’d ever seen. The worst part was everyone in the neighborhood seemed to know it. People threw themselves at him all the time we saw it at the block parties and Christmas parties. Single moms, even some of the married mom’s, and closeted dads tried their hands at him but no one was able to get him to cheat on his wife.

I had the undeniable hots for him. Always watching him from afar. After all if all those adults couldn’t have him, some teenager would never get a chance. Then I was cleaning out the attic and I found an old book. A book of spells apparently. I thought it was all bullshit but then I tried a few of them. It was all small stuff turning water into wine, summoning fire, stuff like that. To my immense surprise they all managed to work. I tore through book after that until I saw a spell called Puppet master.

I waited until my next sleep over at my friends place. The spell worked on him like a charm. He was easy to control after that. I snuck into his parents room again on his parents. His mother I had go sleep down on the couch but his father. Oh his father was so ready to do just what I wanted after that.

Within the next weeks I had him wrapped around my finger. I spent every night with him and I got to revel in having the daddy no one else could nab