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Catching the Bug -Part II

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, I, um, didn’t see you there.”

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

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

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

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

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

Noah nervously made small talk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell! Something just bit me.”

The delivery man calmly turned and locked the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obedience is pleasure,” drone Jack said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catching the Bug -Part I

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

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

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

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

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

And waited.

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

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

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

The door suddenly opened and Jack turned back around.

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

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

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

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

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

Mack quickly signed the device and handed it back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck,” Jack said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stroke,” it said.

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

The pleasure intensified.

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

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

“Stroke! Obey!”

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

“Obedience is pleasure,” the voice said.

“Obedience is pleasure,” Jack repeated.

“Pleasure is obedience,” the voice droned on.

“Pleasure is obedience.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir,” Jack said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He opened the door and stepped inside the clothing store.

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

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

“The products tester,” the man asked.

“Yeah.”

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

“Depends. What’s it entail?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All right, I’ll do it,” Fletch said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fletch stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yessss,” the blissed out Fletch responded.

“Yes, what,” the man asked.

“Yes, Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fletch tentatively lapped at the precum.

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

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

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

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

The man soon pushed Fletch off his cock.

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

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

“You fucking love this,” the man said.

“I fucking love this,” Fletch agreed.

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

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

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

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

“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.

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.

They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis.

Hotel Part VII: Lust (The Final Entry)

“You have done well, my puppet,” the demon said as he thrust into the lad’s ass. I have but one more task left before I turn you and unleash you out into the world.”

“Anything for you, Master,” Chris Chadwick had panted. He longed to be rid of the occasional lingering doubt once and for all. To allow the demon seed to fully possess him. To turn him. To be more than just an acolyte, but rather an ally in the true dark plan to pull down the veil separating the mortals from knowing all-consuming, blissful pleasure without hesitation or regret.

Asmodeus came into his minion’s ass. The demon seed burned and consumed more of Chris’ will (not that there was much left at this point).

Chris stood. His cock was painfully erect. He could feel his Master’s seed coursing through his bloodstream, making him both horny and compliant.

“One final room. My namesake sin. Do not fail me.”

Chris nodded and left the room. Asmodeus turned his attention to Alexander and two of his minions.

“My my, what have you brought me,” he said.

“His name is Buck, Master.”

********

Stanton Phillips heard the knock at the door and immediately started to throw a boner. ‘Bout time that bitch got here. He planned to give his press secretary June Myers the rutting of her life. She’d be lucky if he didn’t crush her pelvis.

He opened the door and was shocked to find a blond guy standing there instead of the buxom red headed secretary.

“Can I help you,” Stanton asked.

“Hotel maintenance. The fire detector in your room has a faulty wire and it’s triggering quite a few alarms at the front desk.”

“I am afraid this isn’t a good time for me. I’m expecting…”

The maintenance man walked right past him. “It won’t take but a minute.”

“See here…do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, I know who you are. I know all about you, actually.”

The man was standing dangerously close to him now. Too close. He could smell the man’s musky scent. It seemed to flow right through his nose to his brain. He could almost lose himself in the smell. It would be so erotic to lick his armpits and…

Stanton snapped out of the trance, pushing the disturbing images out of his mind. “I’m going to have to insist you leave.”

“But my dear Congressman, we’re just getting started,” the man said with a wicked smile. “So, Congressman, tell me why a politician such as yourself who ran on a campaign of family values is in a hotel room waiting for his female press secretary to arrive.”

Chris shut the door and locked it, thus blocking Stanton’s means of escape. “And, unless I’m wrong here, the condoms on the nightstand aren’t there for you to discuss this evening’s appearance on Fox News.”

Stanton grabbed his cell out of his pocket. “I’m calling the police.”

“They should have told you at check in. The whole place is a dead zone,” Chris laughed, knocking the phone out of his hand and sending it sliding across the floor.

“You are a hypocrite. You act high and mighty, the bastion of piety when the cameras and microphones are on, but off the record you’re a different beast altogether. Isn’t that right, Congressman?”

“I don’t know what you…”

Chris backhanded the Congressman. “Valerie Wilkins. A page of all of 18 and she found out the hard way that you sometimes like it rough. You actually damaged her pelvis, do you know that? She can’t ever have kids, thanks to that huge dick of yours. Oh, She still votes Republican, though. Even when you grab ‘em by the pussy, they can’t seem to pull the lever marked D. That’s how brainwashed her parents have made her. How her religion has made her. How the party has made her. How you have made her. You could slit her throat and she’d still marvel at what a Grand Old Party this is.”

“What is it you want? I can give you anything,” Stanton pleaded.

“I want you to give into your deepest, darkest desires and become the thing you despise the most,’ Chris said, suddenly kissing the Congressman.

The Congressman forcibly pushed Chris away –but not before he lost himself for a moment and passionately kissed Chris back.

“Come on. Just give in,” the man said, lifting up his shirt to display his well-defined abs. “Just give into that piece of you that you have spent all these years keeping buried. You haven’t let it out since that night in the frat house when you raped your roommate after he passed out after that pledge week party. You’re a big boy and you made him bleed, but it felt so good just taking him, didn’t it?”

“How could you possibly know…shut up! Just shut up!”

“You’re delaying the inevitable, Stanton. My scent has a way of weakening defenses and my essence is already on your lips and in your mouth. You’ll be begging for me soon enough, so why wait,” he asked, grabbing the Congressman’s tie with his teeth and pulling the man down on top of him. God help Stanton, but Stanton felt himself smile a goofy smile.

The man continued to kiss Stanton until Stanton no longer felt like fighting.

“Time to suck away that nagging resistance,” the man said, tearing Stanton’s dress shirt open and attaching himself to Stanton’s nipple.

“Aw fuck, I can feel it.”

“Tell me what I’m doing, Stanton,” the man asked. “What is it you are feeling?”

“You’re sucking my will power.”

“That’s right. Making you nice and docile so you don’t want to fight any more, isn’t that right?”

“Yessss.”

The man lowered Stanton’s slacks and underwear.

He took Stanton’s large cock into his mouth.

“Making you my daddy,” the man said between slurps. “You’re so far gone, you’ll even reciprocate.”

“No, don’t make me do that. Don’t make me a cock sucker.”

Stanton could see that he had once again gained the upperhand. The man’s influence over him was weakening. The man shoved him onto his knees on the bed and then knelt in front of him and backed his ass up over his face. The smell from the man’s ass was truly intoxicating.

“Get a good whiff. That’s the seed of my Master Asmodeus. Not even you can resist that.”

God help Stanton, but the man was right. The funky, musky spooge was the most amazing thing he had ever smelled. He had to taste it. He stuck out his tongue and furiously mined the man’s ass for all of the demon seed. He felt it burn through his bloodstream and into his brain.

“Mmmm, that’s my good daddy.”

“Yes, I’m your good daddy,” Stenton replied.

The man slowly turned over onto his back. “Why don’t you show your boy just how good and obedient of a daddy you really are?”

With the lust demon’s seed coursing through his veins, Stenton was powerless to resist and took the man’s cock into his mouth. He was a good daddy. Good daddies obeyed. Good daddies took care of their boys and their needs.

It didn’t take long for the man to baptism Stanton in his new religion. As the man pumped what seemed to be a quart of half-demon cum down his throat, Stanton gave himself fully over to the pleasure and came without touching himself.

The man spent the rest of the night schooling Stanton in the ways of their Lord Asmodeus. Stanton had his hole stretched; the man’s cock rubbing up against his prostate was nothing short of divine. He returned the favor and dumped a load up the man’s ass. If there was any sadness, it was over not embracing this part of himself sooner.

Later that evening, when he was finally taken to the Master, he freely gave himself to Asmodeus, crying tears of joy as the demon entered him and possessed him fully. His Master had a plan and Stanton would play a special part in it. As the Congressman erupted with his umpteenth load of the night, he now lusted in carrying out the Master’s plan no matter what.

The Master allowed the man –whom Stanton later learned was called Christopher Chadwick– to accompany Stanton back to Washington. Stanton’s first official act was calling a meeting.

“Vice President Pence, Congressman Ryan, allow me to introduce you to my new aide, Christopher Chadwick. He’s been most instrumental in helping me see things in a new way,” Stanton said with a smile, locking his office door and unfastening his tie.

Change, it seemed, was finally about to come to Washington.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light.
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; I had to stop for the night.

Hotel Part VI: Gluttony
Chris Chadwick was looking forward to ended his shift at the small boutique hotel where he worked as the front desk clerk. The job came with some unexpected perks in the form of non-stop fucking and there was nothing Chris liked better after being on his feet for a 12 hour shift that stripping down, grabbing his legs and letting one of the many attractive male guests assault his hole.

There was occasionally a nagging voice in his head telling him that he didn’t use to be this way, but once he felt a hard cock make connection with his prostate, that voice was quelled for a day or two. Maybe longing if it was a good dicking.

He was about to knock on the door of Room P, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was less than thrilled about being delayed in his quest to have the itch in his ass scratched, but any anger melted away when he turned to see Master Asmodeus.

“Prepare room G. I’m expecting new guests. Only then can your hole be filled,” the demon demanded.

“Yes, my Lord,” Chris said, his hunger to be fucked replaced by the need to obey. He used his skeleton key to open the door to room G and placed two water bottles on each side of the bed and then closed the door and waited at the front desk.

*************

Jed Ellis yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Buck, I can’t keep my eyes open any more, we’re going to need to stop for the night,” he said to his friend.

Lance Corporal Buck Tierney looked over at his best bud since the first grade, Jed Ellis.

“Six months out of the military and you can’t keep up with the big boys, I get it,” Buck teased him.

“I think I saw a small motel an exit back, I’m going to do a u-turn.”

Buck nodded in agreement.

The pair did virtually everything together, including enlisting. Jed had gotten himself injured in a late night raid of an Afghan village and been sent home six months before their tour of duty was up.

It had proved quite fortuitous for the pair. The raid had been on the home of a suspected drug lord and since Ellis and Tierney were the only surviving members of their six-member squad, Though Jed was initially against it, Buck was able to talk his friend into smuggling back to the States the four kilos of heroin they had found in the raid. After all, there was no way Customs would search a wounded and decorated war hero.

It had netted the pair over half a million. It was more money than either man had ever seen and it enabled them to give into every craven desire they had. Jed had picked him up at the airport and, again at Buck’s suggestion, the pair had driven straight to Vegas, where they spent a week filled with booze, women and gambling.

Thanks to Buck’s ability to count cards, the pair had actually netted a small profit, thus adding to their ill-gotten gains. The pair planned to use the money to further indulge in their every whim and fantasy. Their hunger seemed to know no bounds.

Jed knew they needed to sleep at some point, though. He pulled into the parking lot of the small hotel.

“Welcome to the Hotel California,” Buck sung, pointing to the hotel’s sign.

Jed didn’t want to admit it, but the name did creep him out. Much like the song from the Eagles did. He glanced at the exterior of the building. It seemed surprisingly nice for not being a chain hotel and at this point he was too tired to drive however longer he would need to in order to find another place to crash for the night.

Another ominous sign: the front desk clerk seemed to be slightly miffed and in a hurry to be some place else.

“I am afraid I only have the one room available. It has a single queen bed, but I’ll give it to you both at half-off plus the military discount,” the clerk said.

Jed did the math in his head. The room would cost them less than $50 for the night.

“I don’t know about sharing a bed, dude,” Buck said. “You snore.”

“And you fart in your sleep. It’s 50 bucks and I am wiped. I say we take it.”

Buck relented, paid the clerk and the clerk showed them to their room.

As they were being led to their room, Jed saw another room door open and he met eyes briefly with the man.

“Just checking in,” the man asked. Jed found he couldn’t look away.

“Yeah,” Jed said. It was as if the man’s eyes were drawing him down.

“You’ll enjoy your stay here,” he said with a wink and then closed his door.

“I will enjoy my stay here,” Jed said before quickly adjusted his semi-woody in his jeans and then catching up with his mate and the hotel clerk as the clerk led them to their room.

“There’s complimentary water on the side of the bed. The TV features several premium cable and adult movie channels –also complimentary. Continental breakfast in the lobby beginning at 7 a.m. Can I get you gentlemen anything else,” the clerk asked.

“Free water, breakfast and porn? Naw, I think we’re good for now,” Buck said, showing the clerk to the door.

Jed twisted the cap off one of the bottles of water and handed it to Buck. For some reason, it was important that he get Buck to drink the water.

Buck looked at the water in his hand and then glanced back at Jed.

“It’s important to stay hydrated,” Jed said in a far-away voice. He twisted the cap off his own bottle and quickly chugged its contents down.

As Bud continued to drink his water, Jed reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

“I thought you were tired,” Buck said, taking another sip.

“TV will help us both relax,” Jed said as he channel surfed.

He stopped on a channel where a big-boobed blonde was getting fucked from behind.

“Shit, don’t you ever get enough,” Buck asked with a grin as he finished his water. “You banged six strippers in Vegas. I’m surprised your balls haven’t shriveled up.”

Buck tried to get up to head to the bathroom so Jed could have some privacy, but he fell back down on the bed.

“We’ve both been roofied,” Jed said with a smile on his face as the image on the TV screen quickly morphed into a green spiral.

Buck could feel the drugs coursing through his system. He couldn’t move or speak. All he could do was ride the wave of drug-induced euphoria. He looked over at Jed. Jed’s mind was gone. He had a goofy grin and was drooling. He could also see the spiral reflected in Jed’s eyes

“You want to concentrate on that spot in the middle of the big, beautiful green spiral,” Jed said, turning his commanding officer’s head back to the TV.

“Concentrate on the middle,” Buck replied.

Words flashed –too quickly for him to comprehend.

The spiral was sucking him in. Relax. Sure, he should just relax. It had been a four hour drive for Vegas and he should relax.

Obey? Buck couldn’t think of a reason not to. The spiral continued to spin. It was a whirlpool of captivating, green pleasure; spinning, spinning, spinning. And it was sucking him straight in and Goddamn if it didn’t feel wonderful. Of course he would obey.

Stroke? That sounded like a great idea. Buck wondered for a second if he should be rubbing his dick through his camos while his best bud was sitting next to him on the bed, but his best bud was doing the same thing. It was just two guys massaging their dicks through their pants.

“Concentrate. Listen. Watch the spiral. Watch it closely,” Jed said as he turned Buck to face the screen again.

Buck sighed. It felt good to rub his dick through his pants. He should be weirded out doing it in front of Jed, but Jed was his best bud. He’d understand. It felt so good.

An image of a man appeared in the middle of the spiral.

Buck felt himself sigh. Damn, the man was beautiful. What the fuck? Where had that thought come from? Buck was 100 percent straight and never once had looked at a guy in a sexual way. Still, the guy had an awesome body and was sporting a nice piece of meat. Buck subconsciously licked his lips.

Strip for him? Buck wasn’t sure about that. Jeb had no problem, however and was quickly sitting back in just his underwear. He looked damn comfortable, too. Buck quickly stripped off his uniform.

“Yeah, that’s it, bud,” Jeb said as he stroked his own hard-on through his underwear. “Relax. And concentrate. Relax and concentrate on the spiral. Watch it closely.”

Of course, it made perfect sense. He needed to be totally naked. Buck stripped off his yellow bikini briefs. His dick snapped against his six-pack abs, causing him to shake with pleasure. He was stroking his cock in time to the flash of the words and Buck couldn’t think of anything that could feel any better than this.

That is, until he felt Jed push his own hand off his dick and start stroking.

“Help a fellow marine out,” Jed said. Buck reached over and started stroking his best bud. He truly loved him as a brother and would do anything for him. He was glad to lend a helping hand.

His eyes were drawn into the center of the spiral.Though merely a black dot, to his drugged-addled mind, he realized it looked like the bud of an asshole twitching with a hunger and longing. Twitching. He felt his own hole twitch in response.

Finger? Buck didn’t understand the command.

“You need to be open to the spiral and open to the voice,” Jed said, spreading his own legs wide to demonstrate. So hot and sexy to be so open. You were made for sex,” he continued. He placed Bud’s finger over Bud’s hole and Bud finally realized what the spiral was commanding.

Buck traced a circle around his hole and had to admit, his hole did feel sexy. He continued to play with his hole, eventually plunging one finger at first, then another. The invasion sent wave after wave of pleasure through him, but it seemed to only inflame his lust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more in his hole.

“Stand up and bend over,” Jed said in a commanding voice. He hesitated. Jed slapped his face and repeated the order.

Buck had always called the shots. It was his idea to steal the drugs and sell them. It was his idea to go to Vegas. It was his idea to gamble and fuck a half-dozen strippers one right after the other.

It had not been his idea to stop at the hotel. Or drink the water. Or watch TV. Or do anything else the spiral had commanded. Jed was now in charge and Buck couldn’t think of anything else other than giving into him. He stood up and bent over the bed.

He had buried his head into the bed as Jed thrust into his ass. Jed pulled his head by his hair.

Jed was showing his ass no mercy. Why was Buck letting his best bud fuck his ass?

“What the fuck,” Buck asked suddenly, startling Jed. Jed slapped his ass.

“Don’t take your fucking eyes off that screen as I make you my bitch,” Jed said, turning his own gaze back to the spiral.

Jed was claiming him with every thrust. He could feel Jed literally fucking his brains out. And it felt so good.

He felt Jed pull out and then volley after volley of cum rained down on his back and ass.

“More. More,” he begged as he continued to jack his own cock. He would never again be able to say no because he knew neither of their passions would ever be truly satiated.

Jed plunged back into his ass and turned to look back at the screen. Both men continued to receive their orders and now had a new purpose in life: to serve and pleasure their Master Asmodeus.

There he stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself ‘This could be heaven or this could be hell.’

Hotel Part V: Sloth

Alexander stared at the beautiful, blue spiral that spun in the minimized window on his computer. Even now, after weeks of staring at it, he felt himself becoming lost more and more to it. All will gone until he was only too happy and too willing to debase himself.

It made Andrew so very hard. Painfully hard. His Master Asmodeus only allowed him release when Alexander advanced His Master’s plans.

He felt his dick burp out a little cock snot as his eyes drifted to the other window. It was from the close-circuit camera he had set up earlier in one of the unoccupied rooms of the small boutique hotel. That, along with the modified flat-screen TV that he had placed in the room, was essentially the trap Alexander had set. And now, like a spider admiring his own webwork while waiting for his prey, Alexander waited.

And occasionally stroked his dick through his blue briefs.

He did not have to wait too long.

Pete had “borrowed” his step-mom’s car and drove with his best mate Jack over six-hours to get to Comic Con. They arrived to find the host hotel had overbooked, leading the two 19 year-olds to seek refuge at the only hotel with an available room –a small boutique hotel some 20 minutes away from the convention center.

They had come too far to turn back around. Plus, Pete didn’t exactly relish the punishment waiting back at home for him. Taking the car without permission and liberating over $1,000 from his dad’s wall safe.

His dad had actually suggested he put down the game controller, get off the couch and get a job if he wanted to go to Comic Con so bad. His step-mom Janice didn’t work and the old man practically gave her anything and everything she asked for.

“Nope,” Pete thought to himself as he parked the Prius in the hotel parking lot, “the old-man owed him this much.”

Video games and Comic Con were the only things Pete cared about. Jack’s mom had even made the teens several outfits. He couldn’t wait to get to the convention to show off his Cosplay skills.

“Did you see that blond clerk at the front desk,” Jack asked as he wheeled his carry-on bag down the hallway towards their room for the weekend. “He seemed totally out of it. Like he was in a daze or something.”

“You know Californians…probably smoking a bowl in between check-ins,” Pete said, unlocking the door to their room.

“Shit, there’s only one bed,” Pete added with a goofy grin.

“We’ll take turns sleeping on the floor. It’s just for the weekend,” Jack said, heading into the bathroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then change.”

“Ash and Pikachu today, Batman and Joker tomorrow, right,” Pete said, tossing Jack a blue vest and red baseball cap.

Jack closed the bathroom door and Pete laid out his outfit for the day on the bed. A yellow shirt and pants and a matching cap that bore the face of the famous Pokemon character. The custom hat made the outfit and Jack’s mom had really outdone herself.

He took off his shirt. Suddenly, the wall-mounted TV in the room turned on. Pete turned his attention to it just as flashed and emitted a piercing noise. It literally caused Pete to freeze in place.

The sound seemed to be calibrating to his own brainwaves. Pete could feel it seeping into his mind, turning his thoughts to mush. Finally, the TV fell silent. Pete now heard a voice in his head as a spiral danced on the screen.

“We are going to play a game and you are going to sit back and watch like you always do. Your hands may occasionally move, but you won’t take your eyes off the screen and your hands will move as if on their own. Just like when you are playing a video game. Nod if you understand.”

Pete found himself nodding to the beautiful voice in his head. Of course. This was just like a video game. The kind of game that he spend hours mindlessly playing.

“Good boy. You are going to want to keeping staring at the pretty spiral and listening to the voice in your head. Isn’t that right, boy,” the commanding voice in Pete’s head asked.

“Yesssss.”

“The spiral is sapping your thoughts and it’s making you so horny.”

“So horny,” Pete blissfully repeated; his right hand had mindlessly begun to paw at his erection through his jeans.

“You have always responded to strength, to control. You have always responded to it and now it is time to feel it. It is time to feel it through every inch of your body. You are going to feel me taking control, of your body, of you, of who and what you are. You are going to begin feeling it now. STRIP.”

Pete quickly removed all of his clothes but his underwear, never once losing sight of the TV screen and its beautiful spiral.

“Good boy. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. STROKE.”

Pete jacked his cock up and down a single time.

“Feel your will power and resistance fade with every stroke. STROKE.”

Pete bit his lip. The pleasure was so intense. He wanted to stop. He could feel his brain literally leak out with every stroke. It felt so good.

“I’m going to count from five to one and when I reach one, you will come and belong to me. Nod if you understand.”

Pete found himself nodding once again.

“Five. AND STROKE. Feel me stripping away your self control, stripping away your mind. Feel my words taking charge, taking control. They are more important than your own desires, than your own needs. You simply must obey.”

“Must obey,” Pete said as he jacked his cock. It had begun to leak a bit.

“Four. AND STROKE. Feel your obedience growing. My commands simply must be obeyed. Obedience is pleasure and your mind cannot struggle against them. You exist to serve. You exist to obey.”

“Exist to serve…exist to obey,” Pete repeated as he continued to slide his right hand up and down his shaft.

“Three. AND STROKE. Feel yourself give into me. So easy to let your mind slip and just obey.”

“Just obey,” Pete repeated.

“Two. AND STROKE. You know you are close to spilling your seed and with it your will power.
There is no choice in this matter. You have no way to fight this. Your body has been taken from you as has your mind and very soon there will only be oblivion, oblivion from which you exist to serve and obey my words, whatever it may command. You get no choice. You simply serve and obey. Serve and obey.”

Pete began to drool. He needed release. He needed to serve and obey. He stroked faster and faster. It seemed like an eternity until his master finally uttered that glorious word.

“ONE. Cum for me, boy. CUM

Pete shot his thick load all over the bedspread. He was only too happy to lick it up when his Master commanded it. He laid back on the bed and continued to watch the screen. He needed to deepen his conditioning.

“Duuude, what the fuck,” Jack said as he came out of the bathroom dressed in his Ash costume. “Do that shit in the shower. And hurry it up. We gotta get to the convention center.”

Pete smiled what could only be described as a creepy smile. He couldn’t wait to play this new game with his best mate. He leaped off the bed and grabbed his friend, forcing him onto the bed.

“Dude, what the fuck has got into you? Get off of me.”

“It’s a new game, you are going to love it,” Pete said, forcibly turning his friend’s head towards the TV screen.

“Look at the spiral, Jack. Yesssss, that’s it. The beautiful blue spiral. You must obey the spiral, obey master and play the game,” Pete said.

“What game? Dude let go of…” Jack’s voice fell silent as his eyes met the images on screen.

Pete watched with both a sense of pride and arousal as his friendly slowly succumbed to the voice of their Master as he played the “game.”

Jack stripped off his clothes and sat on the bed, stroking his cock as the voice ordered him to. It didn’t take Jack to long to cum.

“Time to level up, bro,” Pete said, climbing on the bed. He watched as Jack mindlessly swallowed his hard dick.

They moved into a 69, slobbering on each other’s hard members just as the voice instructed them to. As hard as they tried to bring the other over past the point of no return, neither could cum. Not until they reached level four.

Pete reached into the bedside table and pulled out a flesh-colored dildo. He handed it to Jack.

“Level three, bro,” Pete said.

Jack calmly turned on his stomach. He needed to get to the next level. With a hunger he had never known before today, Jack thrust the rubber cock into his quivering hole.

“Ummmmmm, level three,” Jack said, losing himself to the pleasure of the anal assault.

After about five minutes of loosening himself up, Jack pulled out the dildo and slid to the end of the bed.

“Level four,” he said, grabbing his legs and spreading his ass for his friend.

Jack willed himself to relax and let his friend’s dick into his tight, twink ass as he knew they would only be able to reach level four together.

Pete thrust about ten times into Jack’s tight hole before he felt Jack’s assring clamp down on his cock and milk him. It was enough to send them both over the edge. Jack shot his load all over his abs while Pete blasted Jack’s anal walls with his ball juice.

The comic con all but forgotten, the pair kissed. It was far from game over. Asmodeus had more levels to show them and they were only too eager to play.