“Thank you for your time doctor.” Officer Donaldson says, entering the doctors office, closing the door behind him. “Of course, you sounded like it was important.” The doctors shakes his hand, and motions for him to sit on the chair. “Yeah. Uh. I cant sleep properly, and I need to be at my best for my job.” He says, looking down at his tight uniform. “I see.” The doctor says, writing something down. “Are you going to work later?
"No, just finished my shift.” Officer Donaldson forces a weak smile, and the doctor nods. “Olay. Let me see.” He gets up, pulls a small little torch out of his pocket and lifts the cops arm by his wrist. The doctor turns the light on, a small, red beam shines right into the mans eyes, but he doesnt even flinch.
“Now, focus on the light, the red little light. How it moves, how it feels.” He says calmly, his voice getting a little deeper. The officer takes a deep breath, his eyes stuck at the light, before everything starts to feel heavy, dizzy, yet so relaxing. “How does it makes you feel.” The doctor asks, stroking his wrists gently. “Good. Uh. Im sorry. Im just so tired.”
Donaldson sighs, his eyss still looking into the light. However, there is a sudden shift, the light starts flickering quickly, shifting through every color, spinning even. “What is this?” The cop grunts, trying to pull away, but someone, something holds him back. “Its okay officer. Just watch the light. It feels calm, warm, easy. Doesnt it?” The doctors smirks, as he could see that something in the mans mind was reacting to his subtle commands. He had him under before, several times, it is just a matter of time.
“When I snap my finger, Officer Donaldson, your mind will go to sleep, just obeying my orders, do you understand?” He says, firmly grabbing the mans wrist. “Yes Doctor.” Donaldson says sleepily, and with that, the doctor snaps his fingers. Instantly, the officers eyes roll back into his head, as he lets out a soft moan.
His body starts swaying slowly, back and forth, before the doctor grabs his shoulder, securely holding him in place. “Very good, Officer.” The doctor smiles. “Now, lets see. Get up.” He demands and the cop does as hes told. Donaldson body is heavier than before, sluggish movements, with his head still swaying slightly and his vacant eyes losing focus.
“Flex and get hard.” The officer raises his beefy arms and all of his muscles tense harshly. The fabric of his uniform just barely able to restrain them. “Good.” The doctor starts feeling his biceps, his arms, his shoulder and his neck, circling the officer slowly. “Freeze.” He demands, now standing in front of him, looking into his eyes.
“So beautiful.” He says, running a finger along his jawline, through the beard, along the cheek, the eyebrows down his nose before he traces the outlines of the officers soft lips. “Open up.” Donaldson opens his mouth and immediately, three fingers enter his body, slowly, carefully, moving back and forth. “That feels good, right?” The doctor growls, and the officer moans deeply.
Chuckling, the doctor now runs his hands along the mans broad chest, feeling his pecs through the uniform. “Officer. Harder.” With that, the muscles tensed even more, much to the doctors amusement. “Good boy.” He pats his chest, before he unzips the jacket, and pulls his shirt up, exposing the mans well formed abs. “Better than last time, Im impressed.” He smirks, running a finger through the outlines of the hard muscles, up his chest, across his pecs and nipples, pinching him a couple of times.
“I like what I see, good job.” He smiles and this time, pats the officers cheek, with him smiling derpily, while he drools satisfied. The doctor looks down, and sees the massive tent forming in his pants, but also, the even bigger one in Officer Donaldsons uniform. “Now. Arms down.” He demands, and the cop follows his words instantly.
“Stand at attention, officer.” Donaldsons whole body gets rigid, stiff and hard, as he puts his hands at his back, spreads his legs slightly and raises his voice. “Yes sir.” The doctors dick twitches excitedly. “Good boy.” He steps behind him, hugging him from behind, feeling his strong chest again before running his hands to the mans crotch, firmly grabbing his erect cock, rubbing the palm of his hand against him.
“Did you get bigger?” He frowns, and walks around him. The doctor unbuttons Donaldsons pants, letting them drop to the floor, enjoying the sight of the immense throbbing cock inside the briefs alread stained with pre cum and sweat. “It looks like it.” He says proudly, feeling the officers cock with his hands, causing the man to groan. “Thats right.” He says happily, but now is not the time. Unabld to help himself though, he touches his own dick, getting the officer dressed properly again.
“Officer. I need you to come to my house this weekend, alone, when I call you. Understood?” Donaldson nods once. “Yes doctor.” “You will be wesring this uniform, those boots, and dont forget about this.” He says, enjoying to play with the mans leather holster around his waist. “Yes doctor.”
The doctor nods contently, raising the officers arm once more by the wrist.“ Sit down again.” As the officer sits down, the doctor shines the red little light back into his eyes. “Now officer, when I snap my fingers, you will come back to yourself. Your mind will wake up, but you wont remember a thing. Your body will relax, you will be calm, and once your home, you will shower, and send me picture of yourself naked. Understood?”
“Yes doctor.” He says sleepily. “Good.” With that,the doctor snaps his fingers and the officer blinks a few times. “I just think you need some rest.” He says. “I Will prescribe you a light sleeping pill, take one right before bed.” The doctor says, sitting down again without showing off his bulge. “Thank you.” Officer Donaldson smiles, as he touches himself gently, aware of his erection. “Thats my job.” The doctor laughs.
Officer Brady is on his way through a more isolated, wooded area out of town. Just the usual patroling at night. There is no other vehicle on the road, and he is still a little pissed that his partner called in sick 5 min before the start of the shift. Without any replacement avaiable, he was bound to do the shift on his own. Normally, this wouldnt be allowed, but in a small town, things tend to be different.
He is driving along the road, when he sees a car standing at the side, with two guys standing by the trunk, seemingly looking for something. Brady slows down and stops right beside them. He cannot see their faces, or hear their voices but they seem to be around 20 years old.
Brady rolls down the window, takes his flashlight and illuminates the scene. Two young man, one a little shorter, the other quite tall, look at him. Both avoiding the blinding light, lift their hands to look at him.
“What are you doing here? At night?” He says, his deep voice ringing through the forrest around him. “Ehh.” The small guys says, exchanging nervous looks with the other guy. “Our car broke down.” The big guy says, his voice rough and husky. Turning the torch towards the hood lf the car, Brady thinks deeply. “Do you need help?” He says and at first, the tall guy shakes his head, before the small one nudges him with his shoulder.
“That would be great officer.” He says, his voice so soft and smooth. Brady nods, parks the car a little further down the road and steps outside. Catiously, he unbuttons his holster, just in case. As he walks towards the youngsters, he notices the small guy lighting up a cigarette, while the other one scratches his arm nervously.
“Whats the problem?” Brady scoffs, his hands at his hips, just inches away from his gun. “I dont know.” The guy says, blowing smoke towards Brady, who frowns, waving his hand to wipe away the dust. “What is that?” He coughs, taking a step closer towards their car.
“Just some herbs, to calm me down.” The guy said, grinning, taking another deep breath of his cigarette. “Smells disgusting.” Brady says, before he gets dizzy. “Are you okay officer?” The guy said worringly, taking a step towards Brady, who steadies himself against the car. “Yeah, its fine.” He coughs, blinking multiple times. Again, the guy blows out, this time, right at the Officers face, the dust inavding his nostrils, his mouth and his eyes.
“What the fuck dude??” Brady comes to his senses and pushes him away, but then, he stumbles, one arm at his forehead, the other at his holster, desperately trying to draw his pistol. “You… you are arrested.” He says, his vision getting blurry, his head and body heavy. “I dont think so.” The guy says triumphantly, and disarms Brady rather easily.
Then, the other guy appears from behind him, restraining him with ease. “Jack, I think this is a mistake.” He says, holding back Brady, whos still trying to fight back. “Shut up, Danny boy.” Jack grunts, getting closer towards Brady. “This is perfect.” He chuckles, looking at the Officer, unable to get free. “But.. hes a..” Interupting him, Jack barks loudly. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Danny gets silent, while Brady ceases to struggle. “Let me go, I dont know who you are, but you should listen to your friend.” He says slowly, before Jack gently lifts his chin to look into his eyes.
“Thank you Officer, but no.” He says, taking another deep breath, and blowing the smoke right into Bradys mouth, who takes all of it in. His eyes roll back for a second, and his body gets stiff. “What are you doing to me?” He groans, but Jack cackles. “Youre mine now.” Jack pats his cheek, and motions for Danny to let go off him. “Get inside the car, look out for any intruder.”
Danny nods and leaves. Brady stands there, dizzy, confused, and helpless as Jack walks around him. “Nice body.” He smirks, noe behind him, he hugs him, stroking him through his uniform. “Fuck you.” Brady says derpily, but something in his mind is enjoying this. “So resentful.” Jack says, wrapping a hand around the Officers neck, slightly chocking him. At the same time, he places a hand at his shoulder, right by his neck.
“Now listen, Officer.” He whispers into Bradys ear. “Focus on my voice. Just my voice. As I lead you, deeper and deeper into the forrest.” Jacks voice gets even smoother, softer, and more arrousing at the same time. Brady shakes his head, but the grip around his neck tightens intensely. “As an Officer, you were trained to serve, conditoned to serve, made to serve. And now, I will reactivate that part of you, the best part of you.” Jacks voice invades the cops mind. Every word feels so heavy, so toxic, yet so right. “Dont, please.” Brady begs.
“You now you want it. You know its how you are meant to be. Dont you? Jack grins, and lets go off him. The Officer drops to his knees, steadying himself against the cold floor. Catching his breath, he coughs again and again. But Jack lifts his head again, this time, he puts the cigarette into Bradys mouth and instantly, he takes another deep breath, the smoke filling his lungs, the taste filling his mouth.
"Good Officer.” Jack says, pulls at the cigarette one last time and throws it away. “Now get up.” He watches Brady get up, his eyes foggy and his body stiff, with his muscles bulging through the tight uniform. “What do we have here?” Jack says, searching every pocket of the Jacket, until he finds a wallet. “Ah, gotcha. Vince Brady. Is that right?” The Officer nods mindlessly.
“Officer Brady, can you hear me?” Jack smirks, putting a hand at the shoulder once more, this time, he pinches him firmly, before leaning into him again. “Yes.” Brady says in a dull voice. “Good. Now listen to me. You are mine now. You will do as I say, when I say it. Understood?” Jack grunts and Brady nods.
“Now. Strip.” He demands, and the Officers followd his command. Brady takes his Jacket off, his Vest, his belt, his holster, his shoes and his pants. While Jack watches him closely, stroking his cock through his jeans. “Thats what I like.” He says, looking at the huge bugle in the cops briefs. “Get inside tje car, backseat.” He points at the car, and as Brady gets inside, Jack collects the uniform and puts it into the trunk.
“Is he ready?” Danny says once Jack is in tje car, also in the backseat. “Not yet, get us home while I finish him.” Jack turns to the Officer who stares into the void, all that its left are his briefs, socks and gloves. He leand into him again, pinching his shoulder. Bradys eyes roll back into his head instantly, and his cock moved rapidly.
“Officer Brady. When I touch you, when I speak to you, when I want you to. You will strip just like before, get on your knees and worship my cock. When Im generous, you can take it into your mouth, understood.” Licking his lips in expectation, Brady nods. “For now, I need you to follow my voice, even deeper into your mind.” Jack starts stroking Bradys chest, his nipples, his tummy, through his abs and down to his crotch.
“I want you to put all of your restistance, all of your will to fight back, and all whats left of your old self into your cock, making it harder than ever before.” The Officer groans, bending his body, and Jack feels the mans dick sweeling more and more. “Good boy.” He smiles, but you can only cum when I allow it. Without my permission, you must not cum, once.“ He says, stroking him again and again, enjoying the sight of this bulky man, at the verge of his dick errupting.
"Now, Officer, when I snap my finger, you will cum, and with that, you will be my mindless tool, my fucktoy, wearing your dirty, stained uniform all day, sucking my cock, whenever I need you too.” Brady groans loudly, unable to hold back any longer, and his dick is already leaking harshly.
‘snap’
With that, the cops dick shoots a massive load, once then twice, moaning loudly. And instantly, his body slumps into the seat of the car, his will, his personality gone forever. “Good boy.” Jack smirks triumphantly and looks at Danny, whos rubbing his cock while driving. “Thats always the best part.” He grins, and Jack slides his hands into his jeans. “Now its my turn.”
After using the same old body for nearly three months now, I decided to look for a new one. And there he was, a handsome soldier boy on a train. I sat down a few rows in front of him and kept an eye on him, in case I get an opportunity to strike.
There it was. He closed his eyes, leaning against the window and I knew it was my only chance. Since I was a kid, I learned how to let my conciousness leave my physical body, wandering around the near emptiness of the world around me. It got even better when I realized, taking over somebody elses body is even funnier. For me at least.
I closed my eyes, and focused on my goal. In a few minutes, I could feel my mind leaving that body. A pretty young stud, a very big dick and big arms. Even though, after fucking all of his friends and many strangers, it got pretty boring. Plus, he got more and more annoying trying to get back into control. He shall have it back then, a weak body is no use for me anyways.
So I left the body, and without a second glance back I made my way to my new host. I was hovering in front of his pretty face, ran a hand through his hair, a long his jaw to his ear. Fuck. The perfect host. I moved to his back and began to infiltrate his precious body. Slowly, I hugged him from behind, my arms around his chest, wrapping him into a tight hug.
He took a deep breath, which I used to enter his body through his mouth. The soldier chocked once, coughed a few times and opened his eyes. Unable to catch his breath, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Inside, he drank some water, his throat sore from me sliding inside him. But I wasnt wasting any time. I invaded his conciousness, seeing him standing there. I approached him from behind, and put my hand on his shoulder.
“The fuck.” He flinched, looking into the mirror. Checking his eyes, his mouth and his neck, he sighed in relief. Time for me to strike. I easily took control of his limbs, the easiest part. I raised his hand, running his fingers a long his jawline through his scruffy beard.
“Not bad for a start.” I made him grin, his eyss slowly changing in color. “Whos there?” He said, voice shaking slightly. He knew I was with him, but je couldnt see me. Turning around, slightly panicking, he tries to get back in control, but Im a professional.
“Im your new master.” I said using his voice, turning back to the mirror, smirking deviously. “What? I? I must be dreaming.” He thought, unable to use his voice. “Boy. This isnt a dream.” I say seriously, and run a hand through his hair, across his face, checking every angle. “Not for you that is.” I giggled.
“What are you? This is my body.” He groaned, while I started to flex at my reflection. “Fuck yeah.” I said, enjoying how his muscles bulge against the fabric of the uniform, so tight, so good. I got hard instantly. “Dude. STOP.” He thought, as I started to stroke his chest firmly, before umbuttoning his camo shirt. “Why? Im need to see the goods.” I smirked, pulling up the shirt, having a good look at his well trained body.
“Oh yea.” I said, biting the my lower lip. “THIS IS INSANE. STOP.” He tried his best to overpower me, but no way Im letting that happen. “Soldier boy. Were gonna have somw fun.” I smirked again, grabbing his cock through the uniform pants, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. “Massive. Not bad.” I said, opening his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles.
“Wait. No please.” He stuttered, but I didnt care. “Trust me, this is fun.” I pulled his boxers down, and looked at his huge meat, standing at attention, leaking slightly. Without any further ado, I started jerking off, quickly, firmly, enjoying how it felt using this fresh body. The soldier moaned, screamed and fought back, but once I shot the first load, he was powerless.
“Dont do that, please.” He begged, his voice getting silent. “Its just the beginning.” I smiled, getting dressed again, leaving the restroom. I sat back down, took his stuff and at the next stop, I will look for some fun.
Its Lennards first day at work as a cop, but he loves it already. He loves how the uniform flatters his muscular body, how his biceps bulge inside the jacket and how his thighs looked even bigger, pressed into the tight pants.
Now, he sits in a car next to his new Partner, Michael. An older, more experienced officer, who was meant to teach Lennard everything he needs to know. In the afternoon, the shift nearly over, they sit side by side, having lunch break.
Lennard took a deep bite from his sandwich, when suddenly, Michaels phone starts vibrating in his pocket. “Gotta take this.” He growls, fishes for his phone, his mouth filled with food. “Hello?” He says, swallowing hard, and then, he stopped moving at all. His body language changes instantly. He gets stiff and rigid, his arms start to bulge even harsher and his upper body leans back against the seat.
“Are you, ok?” Lennard says worryingly, leaning forward to check his eyes. They seem vacant, empty, life less. “Yes.” He suddenly says in a monotone voice, before he leans forward, turning the radio on. A strange sound starts playing, ringing through every fiber of Lennards body. “Dude, the fuck.” He scuffs, reaching for the radio but Michael stops him easily. “Yes.” He says, firmly holding Lennards wrist with one hand.
In one swift motion, Michael wraps his arm around Lennards neck, choking him vehemently. “Fuck. Whats wrong with you?” He groans, trying to fight him off, but slowly, the music starts to invade his mind. Something, some voice, is talking underneath the rhythmic sounds.
“Let me go!” He hit Michael with his elbow, but he is just strong. For a little while, he fights for air, but he just gets enough to not faint. Then, suddenly, he felt at ease. A voice telling him not to resist, to give in, to let go and relax.
His body gets weak, his eyes unfocus and his arm drop to the side of his body. Carefully, Michael puts Lennard back on to the seat, and places his phone right next to his ear.
“Lennard. Can you hear me?” A smooth voice says, sending shivers down his spine. “Yes.” He replies, in a robotic voice. “Very good. Im so happy youre finally hear. I couldnt wait any longer to finally see you in that uniform. You should now, that half of the guys at the station are my playthings. And I needed to habe you, since the day I met you.”
Lennard starts drooling, his mind waiting for another command. “For now, this will do. We dont wanna rush it.” The man says, and there is excitement in his voice. “Now, Lennard, I sent a video to this phone. Play it, and let Michael watch too. He did good today.” The voice giggles, and Lennard does as hes told.
He opens the messages, clicks on the link and a video starts playing. Some sort of spiral, mixed with different messages hidden beneath the shiny colors and vibrating sounds. “Just focus on the video officers.” The voice rings through the speakers.
The video plays, and the two men sit there, their minds slowly fading even further away. Michael, who had watched this a couple of times before, unzipps his pants, and pulls his throbbing cock out of his tight trousers. Instantly, he starts jacking off, quickly, like it is drilled into him.
Lennard, who is still resisting, tries to snap out of it, hearing the moans of his new partner. “What? Is this?” He moans once, reaching for the phone, but again, Michael stops him.
“Michael, why dont you help Lennard, relax.” The voice says, and Michael nods. “Yes.” He instantly grabs Lennards bulge, and starts rubbing his dick firmly. “Fuuuuck.” Lennard groans, trying to push him off, but his body isnt following his commands anymore.
With his eyes stuck at the spiral, he could just watch this man he never met before, unbutton his pants, and pulling his erect dick out of his boxers. “No, please.” He whispers, barely able to breathe. “Lennard. Listen to me.” The voice says loudly, and like a button pushed, his eyes got vacant and his body weak.
“This is your first step. Trust me, you will enjoy it once were done.” Michael starts sucking Lennards massive meat, and to his horror, it feels so good. “You will learn what it means to obey, to serve your master. To be mine.” The voice says, the words burning into Lennards mind.
“Obey. Serve.” He stutters, Michael still sucking him off. Now, he begins thrusting into the mans mouth, a reflex that he couldnt help but do, again and again. “Lennard. Once we meet, I will touch your shoulder and speak those words.”
“Time to serve, officer.”
Lennard gasps, when Michael flinches once, seemingly conditioned with the same phrase.“
"You will get back into this state, as long as I tell you to. You wont have any memory of this, at least not one you can access.”
“Mhmmm” Lennard moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Now, once you cum into your partnes mouth, you wont be able to resist anymore. You will follow my orders. You will obey. Understood.”
The man says in a serious tone. “Yes. Sir.” Lennard moans quietly, so close to cumming.
“Now, cum.” With that signal, he shoots a massive load into Michaels mouth, once, then twice. His dick twitching from all the pressure. Lennards groans loudly, and sits there motionless. Michael lets go of his cock, and starts touching himself again, cumming instantly.
“Very good, officers.” The voice says, and the video stops. “Now, clean yourselfes, help each other putting your uniforms back on.” Lennard takes the initiative and gets Michael dressed again, then Michael does the same for Lennard.
“Are you done?” The man asks. “Yes. Sir.”
“Good. Now. Delete the video from your phone, Michael.” And he does. The two officers sit there, fully dressed, the air filled with lunch and cum.
“Officers. I want you to do as follows. When I end the call, you will be yourselfes again. You wont remember anything unless I demand it. I will visit you soon, Lennard. Be ready.”
The call ends and the two men return back to normal.
How does it feel, wearing that jacket? Does it make you feel strong? Big? Masculine? Yes. Of course. And it comes with an added bonus.
You dont have to worry anymore, about anything. Just let go of your thoughts, let your heavy mind breathe freely. Everything, so heavy. Your arms, legs, knees, feet, your shoulder, elbows and your back. So heavy.
Just focus on me, follow my voice, deep down into your heavy heart. Doesnt it feel good to follow orders? You dont have to think anymore. Just get big. Train your body, let go of your mind.
Focus on me, my hand on your forehead. Follow my finger, from left to right, right to left. So calm, so relaxing. I can see you still resisting, but that wont change anything.
When I am done with you, you will be happy to serve me. Happy to be on your knees, mouth open, waiting for your meal.
“So, Josh, you coming back to my place?” A voice rings through every fiber of Josh’s body, and for a second, he regains his composure and looks around. He’s sitting in a crowded bar, a glass of beer half empty on the table, and a very handsome guy sitting right in front of him.
“What?” Josh says breathlessly, his head so heavy, his eyes hurting and his body just reluctantly following his orders. “I asked you to come back to my place.” The handsome man smiles, and runs a hand through his neat hair. Josh blinks, and rubs his forehead. “What is this?” He stutters, looking down at the table, and back to the mans face, who hides a grimace behind a seductive grin.
“Come on, you hooked me up on Grindr.” He scuffs, raises his hand and starts fiddling with the ring on his finger. Josh frowns, his eyes stuck at the shining piece of gold. “I did?” He says slowly, lowering his hands. “Yeah, are you okay?” The man comforts him, placing a hand on his. Simultaneously, he extended his leg, to reach Joshs calves. With the tip of his leather shoe, he strokes him again and again, calming him down.
“Yes, it’s okay.” He moans deeply, and closes his eyes. But now, a voice rings through his body again, the mesmerizing, overpowering voice of this guy.
“Its okay big boy. Its what you are made to be. Just relax. Let me guide you. Obey me. Obey.”
He opens his eyes, meeting the gaze of the strange man right away. With the mans eyes shining lightly, his mouth forms into a huge smile. “So, what do you say?” He asks again, stroking himself through his tight leather jacket. “Yes. Yes please.”
Triumphantly, the man gets up and motions for Josh to follow his lead. Like a drone, he runs after him and gets into a car. With both man inside, the stranger plugs headphones into Joshs ear, starts his playlist and they take off. Just a quick introduction, deeper into Joshs subconsciouness.
During the ride, Josh lets out multiple moans, groans and growls, both of his hands on his crotch, rubbing against his cock, pleasing himself. “Very good.” The man smirks, touching himself as well.
At his house, he unplugs the headphones, Josh unable to think straight, drools and leans his head back against the seat. “The perfect specimen.” He growls and runs his fingers along Joshs jawline, through his beard, his lips, his neck and down his chest. “Lets go, boy.”
He pats his chest, and the two of them head inside. “Wait here, stud.” The man pats his shoulder, and leaves the room. Joshs body sways back and forth, slowly losing his balance. Just in time, the man returns and stands in front of him. “Just another step, boy. You can rest soon.” He strokes his face. “Kneel.”
Josh gets down, and opens his mouth, as he is now conditioned to. The man lifts his chin, before sticking three fingers into his mouth, slowly moving them back and forth, making him gag. “Thats good. Good boy.” He smirks, runs a hand around his head and pulls him against his bulging crotch. “Take a good sniff, you will get it soon.”
Josh moans, and licks the mans cock through the jeans. “Ambitious. Adorable.” He scuffs.
Officers Ramirez and Kahn are on their way to a small house a little out of town, a man called 911 about an attempted break in. Just the usual stuff. They were partners for a while now, working out together in their free time and drinking beer after a long, exhausting shift.
Kahn parks the car in the driveway, the sun setting behind a thick line of trees. He looks around, a few more houses, no people in sight. “Huh.” He frowns. “What?” Ramirez lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles. “Nothing. Lets get it over with.”
They walk towards the main entrance, the door opens, and a rather young, small man stands there, wearing a doctors clothing. “Hello. You Mr. Thomson?” Ramirez says, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, please come in.” The men leads the two officers into the living room, everything neatly organized, filled with books, flowers and man different paintings.
“So, why are we here?” Kahn asks, resting one of his hands at his waist while checking his suroundings. “Yeah. Uh. I came home after a long shift, and found two windows broken.” The man says, rubbing the back of his head. “One here in the living room, the other further down the back.” Kahn and Ramirez exchange a knowing look and nod.
“I’ll stay here, you take a look back there.” Kahn motions down the hallway and Ramirez agrees. “Gotcha.” The man smiles nervously, and stutters. “I- I will show you the way.” He says and leads Ramirez away, through the house into another, smaller room, a bed room.
The officer spots the broken glass on the floor right next to the open window and takes a step closer. But before he can open his mouth to say something, the man grabs his wrist, and pinches his neck. “Officer Ramirez. Its time to let go."The man says, his voice now deeper, more seductive. The cops eyes go wide, his pupils expand and his body stiffens.
"Officer. Can you hear me?” The man leans in, whispering into his ear. “Yes. Sir.” Ramirez growls. “Good boy. Now sit on the bed and wait for me to return.” The man lets go off his body, and Ramirez walks to the bed, sitting down. Running a hand through his hair, the man smirks triumphantly. “One down.” It was easy, since Ramirez is his newest toy, easily entranced. Obedient.
He makes his way back to Kahn, whos kneeling over some shattered glass, taking pictures. “There you are.” Kahn grunts and gets up. “I saw you have cameras?” He nods and motions for the multiple cameras around the house. “Oh right, I have the footage on my phone, give me a second.” The man pulls out his smartphone, unlocks it and opens a file. “Take a look.” He hands Kahn the phone, and as soon as the officer looks at the screen, it starts flashing wildly, again and again, in various colours and paces. “Whats this?” Kahn blinks a few times, but is unable to look away. “Its okay officer, just keep watching.” The man grins deviously, places a hand at the cops neck, holding him in place.
It doesnt take long for him to start swaying back and forth, his eyes grow heavy and he breathes deeply. “How does it feel, officer.” Kahns eyes unfocus, as he opens his mouth, drooling. “Warm.” Nodding, the man grabs his wrist gently, and pinches his neck. “Can you hear me, officer.”
Kahn nods. “Good. From now on, you will enter this state of mind, whenever I tell you to let go.” Whispering right into Kahns eyer, he breathes against his skin. “Do you understand?” The cop nods slowly, and drops the phone. “Yes. Sir.” The man lets go of his neck, and pats his back. “Good pup.” He walks around him, enjoying the built of his newest toy. “We should start training. Follow me.”
He leads Kahn into the back room, where Ramirez is waiting on the bed, drooling. “Stay.” Kahn stops in the middle of the room, his eyes foggy and vacant. The man looks for his purse, and pulls it out of the tight uniform. “Ramirez, get up and feel Officer Kahns pecs, while you flex, Kahn.”
“Yes sir.” The two man growl in unsion, and do as theyre told. Ramirez walks up in front of his partner, and starts touching him. “Do you like it?” The man says prouldy. “Yes.” Kahn says, deeply hypnotised. “Now, Ramirez. Open his trousers and pull them down.”
“Yes sir.” He does as hes told, exposing Kahns briefs. “Ramirez. Get on your knees, and make love to his bulge.”
“Yes sir.” He buries his face into the briefs, kissing his cock through his underwear. Kahn grunts lowly. The right moment. The man grabs his neck again, whispering into the officers ear.
“Officer Kahn. You were born to serve, born to please, born to protect. From now on, you will serve me, please me, and protect me, whenever I tell you to. You will be mine, you will follow all of my commands without question.”
“Do you understand?” The man pinches the officer firmly, making him moan. “Yes sir.”
“Good boys.” He looks down at the big stud, making love to his partner. Both of their cocks tenting harshly.
“Officer Kahn. Time to finish our first lesson. I want you to focus on this.” He grabs a pair of headphones from the night stand and covers Kahns ears. He starts the playlist from his laptop, rythmic music, with many different commands buried underneath.
“Ramirez. Remove his underwear and suck his cock, swallow his whole load, and make sure nothings left on his skin.”
“Yes sir.” The officer wastes no time, and follows his commands, taking Kahns long, throbbing cock fully in his mouth. The man smirks, walks around the two man, and starts touching them, their bodies, pecs, arms, their necks, touching himself while hes at it.
Not two minutes later, Kahn shoots a massive load into Ramirez’ mouth, both man moaning slowly. Kahns eyes roll back into hid head, his mouth drooling and his nipples piercing through uniform. “Good boy.” He pats Ramirez head. “Get him dressed, and wash your mouth. Pig.” The man grunts.
Now, the two man stand there, and he leads them back to the main entrance. “Officers. I want you to listen closely. I will set you free now, and you wont remember anything that happened today.” He searches for Kahns phone, takes his thumb to unlock it and plants his number into it. “Kahn. When I call you, you take it. You will obey. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” He pats his neck firmly. “Good.”
He snaps his finger and the two men blink quickly. They look around and focus on the man. “Thank you Officers, everything is settled.” Kahn and Ramirez nod, and leave the house.
I open the door and walk through the hallway right into the living room, spotting him. Yosef, a dear friend of mine, is standing in the middle of the room, motionless, his chin resting on his chest and his arms hanging down. Just as I love him.
I conditioned him to go under every time I send him a special voice message. A little command I inplanted deep in his mind, he is the perfect specimen for this experiment. Of course, he isnt aware of this at all. Thats even more exciting. Yosef would unlock the door, dress up in one of his many track suits, adidas is my favorite, and wait for me, his master.
Good boy, just how I like you. I think to myself and walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to him, whispering right into his ear. “Thats right, well done.” I say, massaging his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his jacket on my skin.
He opens his mouth, and growls deeply. I lift his head gently, and have a look into his beautiful, empty eyes. Unable to focus, and completely vacant, he stares into the void. “Thats it.” I grin, touching my erect cock through my pants.
I walk behind him, and hug him from behind, running my hands across his chest, his tits, nipples until I unzip his jacket, and grab his bare chest. Yosef breathes deeply, and I feel his whole body react to my touch. Every fiber of his body gets stiff and rigid, including his massive cock now tenting in his joggers.
My hands slip inside his trousers, and I grab his leaking meat, starting to jerk him off. He begins to thrust against my hand, and I slirk deviously. “Finally.” I lick his ear, making him moan. But before he cums, I release him, and walk around once more. “On your knees.” I demand, and he does. Instantly, he presses his head against my crotch, licking me through my bulging jeans.
“You hungry?” I open my pants, pull them down, including my underwear and he begins to suck my dick. I was waiting for this moment for a month now. And it feels so good.
Pasquale was so happy when he finally got his bike license. As always, safety goes first, so he visited a little bike shop out of town. A few of his friends, and the reviews on google told him that this place is worth its money.
He slid into the leather pants, leather jacket, gloves and boots, loving how the whole attire formed around his skin, his muscles and his whole body. Something felt off though. Somehow, he felt a tickling sensation on his skin, draining him, but making him happier than before at the same time.
Stepping outside, the owner handed him a fitting helmet, with a sly grin on his face. “Found this in the back, limited stock.” He said, his voice sounding deeper than before. Pasquale got turned on by this, feeling his cock already bulging against the tight leather pants. Maybe this was just the excitement, the arrousal of wearing a leather outfit. “Thanks” He nodded, and put the helmet on.
As soon as it went down his face, it happened. The helmet sent out a high pitched sound, virbrating through every fiber of hid body. Without being able to fight back, his mind got overpowered easily. Just 29 seconds later, his whole body went stiff and rigid. His eyes went vacant, and his mind dull. Pasquale let out a soft moan, his voice muffled by the helmet.
“Very good dude.” The owner rubbed his hands and took a step closer towards the leather man. “Told you, youd look hot.” He said, taking a good look of Pasquale from every angle. Then, he hugged him from behind, feeling his pecs, his arms, his chest, his hips, down to his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock through the pants.
“Now. Give the suit what he desires.” The owner whispered, and instantly, Pasquales body compulsed slightly, as he shot load after load into his pants. The suit taking this gift quickly. The man lead him to the back of the shop, placed him in a corner and enjoyed hearing the young man releasing himself time and time again as the suit reprogramed Pasquales mind, making him a leather drone for his new master.
Officer Ramirez stood in front of the mirror, awaiting todays shift to begin. He was still at home, but in about 20minutes, he had to leave to the station. Ramirez enjoyed flexing at himself. For around a month now, hes been hitting the gym like crazy. He wasnt like that all his life, more like, quite the opposite actually.
For the love of god, he couldnt remember why or what made him work out every day. But he didnt mind seeing his well formed body bulging against the fabrics of his now tight uniform. He enjoyed the looks he got, from men and women alike, and how he could beat up anyone standing in his way.
Suddenly, his pocket started vibrating, a phone call obviously. He pulled his phone out and took the call. “Yeah?” He said quickly.
“Time to let go.” A voice rang into his ear, and immediately, his eyes blanked out and lost focus. Still holding the phone close to his ear, he started groaning underneath his breath while rubbing his own cock tenderly.
“Are you alone?” The voice said firmly. “Yes.” Ramirez said in a dull voice, his once so manly tone slowly fading away. “Open the door.” He hung up and made his way towards the main entrance. A rather small man stood there, wearing a puffer jacket, jeans, leather boots, sunglasses and a black cap. “Very good.” The man said and walked past him.
Ramirez closed the door and followed him back to the living room. “Time to see the goods.” The man smirked, snapped his fingers and watched Ramirez flex instantly. “Lets see.” He said, walking around Ramirez, who stood there drooling.
“Nice arms.” The man started touching the officer everywhere. His biceps, shoulders, his neck, running his fingers through his scruffy beard. Ramirez moaned everytime he touched him, and his dick twitched inside his pants. “Youre doing good boy.” Running a hand along his waist line, the man felt his muscles move underneath the uniform.
“Looks much better doesnt it?” Ramirez nodded. “Yes, sir.” The man, seemingly happy with his work, hugged Ramirez from behind, touching him firmly. “Just a few more weeks, youll look so good next to my bed.” He whispered into the officers ear, who let out a long guttural groan once again.
At last, the man grabbed Ramirez cock firmly, and rubbed his hand against the massive meat twitching wildly. “Be patient, you wont cum until I allow it.” Holding himself back, the officer drooled even harder. “Very good.” The man walked around him once more, and pat his cheek, making Ramirez smile derpily.
“Now.” He said and walked towards the door, but the cop stood still. “Its time to come back.” At this words, Ramirez whole body went riggid, and he regained his composure. “Wow. I must have blanked out again.” He giggled and went back into the bathroom, touching his erect dick on the way, while the man quietly left the scene.
I love working as a psychiatrist, even more when I learned everything there is about hypnosis. I love seeing people go under, especially young, hot men. I tried to contain myself, but once or twice, I had some fun with those men.
One of those men, Daniel, came to me about a month ago. Stressed out from his job as a soldier, completely stiff and close to a burn out, he asked me for help. I told him about the immense help of hypno therapy, and he agreed to try it out. Now, 4 sessions in, I implanted some commandos deep into his mind, and today, I will help him relax.
“Are you ready, Daniel.” I say confortingly, my hands on my knees. He nods and closes his eyes. “Now, concentrate on my voice, leading you down the stairs, deep into your mind.” I rub my cock through my pants, snap my fingers and his eyes open, just to roll back into his head.
His body relaxes fully, and I cant help myself but enjoy the look of this man under my control. “Daniel.” I place a hand on his shoulder, while he moans softly. I imprinted into his mind, to feel arroused every time I touch him.
“Its time” Drooling, he gets up from the chair, and follows me into the back room. “Stop.” I say and he follows my orders instantly. Daniel is standing in the middle of the white room, my fun room. “Strip.” I snap my fingers and his body twitches once, before he opens his shirt, slowly, one button at a time.
Licking my lips, I stroke myself as I feel my rock hard dick tenting in my pants. I smirk once his shirt drops to the floor, and he pulls his jeans down, including his wet boxers. His dick, throbbing beautifully, standing at attention.
“Good boy.’ I smirk again, walking around him, checking him. "Now kneel, boy” I whisper into his ear, enjoying his groaning as he bends down. I lay a hand around his neck, and he gives into my touch, moaning deeply. “Thats right.” His dick shoots a huge load, spreading his cum across the floor.
Rubbing his head against my crotch, I stroke him for a while, before I walk around, unbuttoning my trousers. I pull my throbbing dick out, and slap him with it. “Mine?” He grows derpily, before a shy smile creeps onto his face. “Suck.” I snap my fingers again, and he takes my cock into his mouth.
I wrap my hands around his head, making sure to keep him in place. “Mhhhhmmm.” He moans, as I thrust into his mouth, again and again. A little while longer, I cum into his mouth, letting out a guttural groan.
I pull his head away, and lift his chin with my fingers. “Good, good boy.” I say and watch his dick twitching manically as he shoots two more loads. “Get up. Clean yourself.” I tell him, touching myself again, while he cleans the cum of his cock and body. “Its done, Daniel.” I say, and he gets dressed again, following me back into the main room, back on to his chair.
One last time, I enjoy the sight of this man before I bring him back. “Wake up, Daniel.’ Snapping my fingers, I smile as he opens his eyes. "Wow.” He growls, rubbing his eyes, his chest and his thighs. “How do you feel?” I say, hiding a smirk behind a polite smile. “So much better, thanks.” I nod, we shake hands and I watch him leave, rubbing his cock when he thinks I wouldnt notice.
“A few more sessions, and youll feel much better.” I say and we part ways.
One week after Alex was abducted and sold to some russian guy, he finds himself locked up in the basement of a huge mansion. Completely naked, his hands and feet tied, he sat on the cold, stone floor, leaning against the dusty wall. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, dirt and old,and the sticky remains crusty cum from his previous sessions. To prevent him from screaming, he was gagged and taped, but he gave up on wasting his breath a while ago. The once so beautiful man looked wasted, his hair messed up, his skin dry and sore, as he stared into the empty room, his eyes dull, vacant and completely unfocused. The air was filled with the muffled screams of other young man, mixed with the sweaty scent of cum and blood.
Then, the door suddenly opened and two bulky men, dressed in black leather enter the room, looking at Alex with a emotionless expression. “вставай” one of them said, but Alex just sat there, completely motionless. Without wasting any more time, the grabbed his shoulders, picked him up and dragged him out of the room. Easily, the carry him through dusty, old catacombs filled with many cells just like the one Alex was kept in. He started to let out muffled moans, and his cock twitched a few times. Obviously, the conditioning seemed to be working quite well.
They entered another room, this one, however, had a huge tv screen at one side, a metal table standing right next to the wall, on top various tools, and a old, wooden chair in the centre. The two men placed him on the chair, strapped him to it and with one last look at the model, they leave. For a while, Alex sat there, still staring into the void, when another young man joins him inside the room. This one, wearing a nice, black tailored suit, looked totally different than the other more heavy-built guys from before.
“Там вы снова“ he says, caressing Alex shoulder to his neck, grabbing him to lift his head slightly. “Mphf.” Alex grunted barely hearable, but this wasnt him speaking at all. During the last few days, he had multiple sessions like these, to break his will, his body and to make him the perfect cum slave. Alexs’ was long gone, leaving his strong built body behind, for another man’s entertainment. “Я буду по тебе скучать“ The guy said and smiled deviously, while he prepared him for his last session.
He placed electrodes at every of his sensible spots, his nipples, his pecs, his treasure trail and around his cock, stimulating them instantly. Alex moans right away, as his dick started to leak pre-cum already. Before he left the room, he turned the Tv on, flooding the room with bright, colorful screens, planting one message inside the victims mind.
obey.
Satisfied, the man left, leaving him for about an hour, before returning to Alex, who, telling by his whole body covered ina fresh layer of cum, had multiple orgams. His eyes were empty, his dick rock-hard and the rest of his body twitched in excitement. “очень хороший мальчик” he said, releasing him form his restrains. Patting his cheek, he removed the tape, and the gag. “ты готов” The man smiled happily, because his newest subject was ready to turn into a personal slave for his master.
Alex was washed, his hair color changed and dressed in a white, tight shirt, thin, silk underwear and black suit pants. Ready to meet his new master. Proudly, he lead him into the mansion, into a huge room where one, older beefy man sat on a chair, who watched them approach him, rubbing his crotch. “Наконец-то” The older man stood up, and embraced Alex, taking a look at his new slave. He touched his chest, his big arms, the bulge in his pants and finally, his beautfiul face. “Идеально”.
One week after Alex was abducted and sold to some russian guy, he finds himself locked up in the basement of a huge mansion. Completely naked, his hands and feet tied, he sat on the cold, stone floor, leaning against the dusty wall. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, dirt and old,and the sticky remains crusty cum from his previous sessions. To prevent him from screaming, he was gagged and taped, but he gave up on wasting his breath a while ago. The once so beautiful man looked wasted, his hair messed up, his skin dry and sore, as he stared into the empty room, his eyes dull, vacant and completely unfocused. The air was filled with the muffled screams of other young man, mixed with the sweaty scent of cum and blood.
Then, the door suddenly opened and two bulky men, dressed in black leather enter the room, looking at Alex with a emotionless expression. “вставай” one of them said, but Alex just sat there, completely motionless. Without wasting any more time, the grabbed his shoulders, picked him up and dragged him out of the room. Easily, the carry him through dusty, old catacombs filled with many cells just like the one Alex was kept in. He started to let out muffled moans, and his cock twitched a few times. Obviously, the conditioning seemed to be working quite well.
They entered another room, this one, however, had a huge tv screen at one side, a metal table standing right next to the wall, on top various tools, and a old, wooden chair in the centre. The two men placed him on the chair, strapped him to it and with one last look at the model, they leave. For a while, Alex sat there, still staring into the void, when another young man joins him inside the room. This one, wearing a nice, black tailored suit, looked totally different than the other more heavy-built guys from before.
“Там вы снова“ he says, caressing Alex shoulder to his neck, grabbing him to lift his head slightly. “Mphf.” Alex grunted barely hearable, but this wasnt him speaking at all. During the last few days, he had multiple sessions like these, to break his will, his body and to make him the perfect cum slave. Alexs’ was long gone, leaving his strong built body behind, for another man’s entertainment. “Я буду по тебе скучать“ The guy said and smiled deviously, while he prepared him for his last session.
He placed electrodes at every of his sensible spots, his nipples, his pecs, his treasure trail and around his cock, stimulating them instantly. Alex moans right away, as his dick started to leak pre-cum already. Before he left the room, he turned the Tv on, flooding the room with bright, colorful screens, planting one message inside the victims mind.
obey.
Satisfied, the man left, leaving him for about an hour, before returning to Alex, who, telling by his whole body covered ina fresh layer of cum, had multiple orgams. His eyes were empty, his dick rock-hard and the rest of his body twitched in excitement. “очень хороший мальчик” he said, releasing him form his restrains. Patting his cheek, he removed the tape, and the gag. “ты готов” The man smiled happily, because his newest subject was ready to turn into a personal slave for his master.
Alex was washed, his hair color changed and dressed in a white, tight shirt, thin, silk underwear and black suit pants. Ready to meet his new master. Proudly, he lead him into the mansion, into a huge room where one, older beefy man sat on a chair, who watched them approach him, rubbing his crotch. “Наконец-то” The older man stood up, and embraced Alex, taking a look at his new slave. He touched his chest, his big arms, the bulge in his pants and finally, his beautfiul face. “Идеально”.
Matt loves his job as a delivery driver. He enjoys wearing that tight blue shirt, because it makes his huge, beefy body look even better. Today, hes got a few smaller packages to deliver im his usual neighbourhood. With one last look at himself in the rear-view mirror, he smiles, winks and gets outside. Matt opens the back door, grabs the little brown box at the side, checks the name and gets going. He makes his way up the driveway, singing along the last song playing in the radio. “Doctor Newman” he growls, reading the nametag right next to the black, wooden door. “Alright.” Matt puts on his best smile, and rings the bell. While waiting, he looks down at his chest, and lets his pecs bulge against the thin fabric of his shirt. Then, he giggles to himself. The door opens, and a smaller, but still good looking guy opens the door, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” The guy says, looking at the parcel inside Matts hand, over his chest and back to his face. “Doctor Newman?” Matt says, his eyes wandering down as well, before he smiles again. “Thats right.” The man smiles too, and awaits the light box. “Cool. Thats for you.” Matt hands him the box, their hands touch just barely, causing him to catch a burning gaze from the strange man.
“Thank you.” The man says, biting his lower lip when his eyes wander down once more, admiring Matts phisique. “Youre a big man.”
“Do you hit the gym?” He says, while Matt takes a deep breath once their eyes meet again. “Ye…yeah. nearly everyday.” He stutters, shocked by the mans obvious approach. “Do you mind?” The man smiles, gesturing for him to place a hand on Matts chest. At first, Matt wants to take a step back, but something about this man intrigues him. The beautiful eyes staring right into his soul, or the smooth deep voice ringing through his every thought. He tries to shake it off. “Eh. I mean. Ugh. Sure.” Matt shrugs, and instantly, the man touches him firmly, feeling his pecs, his arms, up to his shoulder. “Man. Nice work dude.” The man appreciates every touch, and smiles. “Wanna come inside?” He says, his voice even deeper than before. “I..I shouldnt. I dont have much time.” Matt smiles politely, as he feels the mans hand now massaging his shoulder gently. And it makes him feel so calm, even if he just wants to leave.
“Come on. Just for a minute. It will help you relax.” He says, intensing the grib on Matts shoulder, his big hands now getting closer and closer to his neck. However, Matt couldnt resist anymore. Something in the mans eyes pulled him in. They are shining so bright, seemingly changing colors, like a little, beautiful spiral. He feels his body giving in, all of him. “M..aybe just for a minute.” He growls, as he feels the man basically leading him inside. “Good boy.” The man smiles. Good boy? Matt cant believe what that guy just said, but he doesnt think about it much anymore.
Inside the house, a strange, delicious smell instantly invades Matts nostrils, even deeper, right into his mind. Closing his eyes, he lets out a long, guttural moan. “Ya like the smell? Great. Some herbs, candles, a special liquid I am just experimenting on.” The man says proudly, still massaging Matts shoulder, leading him into the living room. “Wha…ats its for?’ Matt says, his head spinning slightly, his legs growing weaker with every step he takes, before he nearly falls to the floor. "Easy there, dude.” The man catches him easily, and helps him sit down on a massive leather sofa.
Matt leans back, spreads his legs slightly, when he feels his dick growing harder. “Wha..t.. is…happen..” He stutters, but then, the man sits down, on his lap, his face just inches away from Matts. “I told you, boy. Its my experiment, a special combination of herbs and shit. It sadly has no effect on me anymore. After using it so often, it just doesnt work on me.” He says, now encompassing Matts chest. Both of his hands wander across his pecs, his hard nipples, his bulging arms and to his neck. “No.” Matt moans, unable to move a muscle. “Dont fight it. It will be easier once you go under.” The man frowns, his fingers now running a long Matts jawline, through his beard, brushing over his soft lips. At the same time, he starts grinding his crotch against Matts body, making it even harder to concentrate.
Instinctively, he follows the mans lead, and their bodies move as one. “Thats right.” The man grins, as he catches Matts head, avoiding him drifting away right now. “Look into my eyes.” He demands, and their gazes meet once more. The eyes are shining even brighter, which make the pretty spiral take so many beautiful forms. “Okay.” Matt says, starting to drool a little. “Pretty, arent they?” Matt nods. “Yes. So pretty.”
“Now listen, boy. It was your fate to approach my house. Your destiny to find me, today. You are meant to follow my orders. To obey my every word. You made that body for me. Just. For me.” The man strokes Matts chest firmly, while his hand runs down his pecs right between their crotches. “Yes.” Matts eyes start to roll back slowly, deep inside his skull.
“Now. Just follow my voice, deep down into your mind. I want you to bring all of your resistance, all of your will, all of you, into the tip of your cock. Now.” Matt instantly groans heavily. His body stiffens, gets rigid as he bends his back against the mans body. All of him starts compulsing intensely. “Thats good, boy. Just into the tip.” He says, getting up to pull Matts shorts down, including his underwear. The man smiles at the sight of the massive cock standing at attention, already leaking precum. “Very good. Now, get even harder, just harder. You wont cum until I allow it.” He demands, and even though Matt is in severe pain, his whole body aching for the release, he follows his orders perfectly. “Freeze.” With a snap of his fingers, Matt stops, now sitting on the sofa, fully frozen.
The man leaves the room, and returns a few seconds later, with an empty bottle. With one swift motion, he manages to insert Matts rock hard cock fully into thr bottle. “Good boy. Now, when I tell you to, youll fill this bottle with your precious cream. "Yesss.” Matt nods slowly, completely under the mans control. “
The man walky behind him, hugs him, his hands cupping Matts massive pecs. "When you cum, you will be mine. You wont resist. You wont doubt me. You will obey. Understood?” The man says demandingly. “Yes.” Matt groans in anticipation. “Now.” He whispers into his ear, and without wasting any more time, he thrusts multiple times, shooting one load after another, monaing, grunting and groaning angrily. The man needs to keep the bottle in place with one hand, because Matts movement is so rapid and violent.
After nearly a minute, the bottle is filled fully. Matt is sitting there, his shorts and slip down by his ankles, his dick covered in cum, sticky and smelly, but a satisfied smile spreads across his face. “So good boy. You did very good.” The man pats his cheek, causing Matt to smile even harder. He places the bottle on to a table. “Get dressed boy.” He demands. Matt does as hes told. “Listen boy.” As soon as you walk out of the door, you will leave this state. You wont remember anything. For you, no time has passed. You will feel pleased, however. And the next time, you will hear my voice, you will go under again and obey. Understood?:
The man massages Matts shoulder again, running a hand along his massive body one last time. “Yes.”
“Yes. Sir.” The man pinches his nipples firmly. “Yes sir.” Matt moans.
Joe came home from work this afternoon, noticing a box lying in front of his apartments door. There was no info about who sent it to him, or what it was, but still, he decided to take it inside. At first ge tried to figure out whos package it is, but there was no name on it whatsoever. For a while, he ignored it, but not an hour later, curiosity got the better of him.
He openef the box and found a pair of black leather pants inside it. With a shy smile, he pulled it out of the box and took a closer look. The leather felt good, soft but tight. Then he noticed a letter lying underneath it.
“Put me on”, Joe said softly, raising an eyebrow in confusion. This must have been a mistake, he didnt order leather pants. Joe had never worn such trousers. But something inside his mind was intrigued. How would it feel to wear it? Without thinking about it any longer, he unbuttoned his jeans, letting it drop to his ankles.
Slowly, so carefully, he let one leg slip into the leather pants, and as soon as his skin touched the warm fabric, he felt good. “God.” He grunts lowly, as he puts those pants on. All of it felt right, it was a perfect fit, flattering his buff thighs, his ass and his dick. He got up and walked over to a mirror.
Joe smiled. “Damn. Thats hot.” He said running a hand down his massive chest, all of his muscles growing harder by the seconds. He never looked so good. However, Joe suddenly felt heat running through every fiber of his body, seemingly radiating from his crotch. Confused, he tried to open his pants, but something in his mind stopped him once more. His hand froze in place, right on his crotch, feeling his cock twitching through the leather.
“Very good Joe.” A voice said inside his head. “Wha- whats happening??” He said, his head hurting all of the sudden. “Your conditioning is kicking in, like we trained for months.” The voice sounded so smooth, calming him down. “Th- the conditoning?: Joe stuttered. "Yes. Good boy.” The voice said, deeper than before. “Now. You know what to do. Dont waste my time.” By the sound of these words, his whole body reacted instantly, turning stiff and rigid in just a second. His cock got harder and harder, sending waves of pain and pleasure through his whole sytsem.
“What…is…happening?!” Joe moaned loudly, unable to stand. He got on his knees, clutching his crocth with both of his hands. The pants got tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on the mans body, while he let out deeper and longer moans. Gagging, struggling, simply in pain, joe tried to fight it, overcome the invisible force controlling his body.
“Still fighting Joe?” The voice rang inside his mind. “Adorable.” The man laughed mockingly, as Joes body tensed even harder. No matter what he did, his body wouldnt obey him anymore. With that voice mocking him, calling him a slave, a test subject, just a tool, Joe started to rub his dick, firmly, sending shivers down his spine.
To make matters worse, he enjoyed it, even though he shouldnt. Joe felt his body, all of him was pulsating, moving rhythmically. He then started to thrust into the palms of his hands, moaning, grunting, still trying to regain control over his body. “Its no use, boy.” The voice said, knowing very well that this fight was already over. Before he climaxed, however, his body stopped for a few seconds, making him feel at ease for once.
Just to compulse once more, this time, even worse than before. Joes eyes rolled back deep into his skull, as all of his attention slided into his cock, but it wasnt enough. This repeated again, and again, torturing his mind, until all he could think of was cumming, releasing this pressure. And after what felt like an hour of pain, pleasure and pure torture, the voice let him cum.
The inside of the leather pants were already stained by the mans precum, but once the tip of his cock erupted, all of it was covered in the mans fluids. Joe let out a breathless scream, his eyes white, dull. DRooling and exhausted, body slumped to the floor, hid dick still shooting load after load, with his body twitching again and again.
Lennards first week as a cop is over, and he cant help himself but admire the sight of him in uniform. Hes standing in front of the mirror inside his apartment, wearing his navy blue clothes, flattering every inch of his body. His shift just ended, and hes tired, but happy. Then, suddenly, the doorbell rings. Raising his eyebrows, he goes towards the sound and opens the door. A man stands there, rather small, slim, rough skin, wearing what seems like doctors clothing. “Yeah?” Lennard says, slightly confused. “Good to finally see you in person, officer.” The man says, his voice immediately penetrating the officers mind, giving him a headache. “Do…do I know you?” He struggles to keep his eyes focused, with his head and whole body starting to spin, his vision blurring. “Oh. You will, Lennard.” The man smirks and raises his hand. “Its time to serve, officer.” With a snap of his fingers, the cops body goes rigid, his eyes roll back into his mind and he lets out a long, guttural sigh. “Wont you let me inside?” The man shrugs, before Lennard leads him inside. He walks slowly, sluggish, with his mouth open. “Thats enough.” The man demands and Lennard stands still. “Very good. Now, Flex.” The cop lifts his arms, his biceps bulging inside the tight uniform. “Even better than I imagined.” He says, stroking the cops arms, shoulders, and his neck. Walking around him, he enjoys the sight of this buff man, powerless, a slave. “Officer. Freeze.” The man lifts his finger, feeling Lennards soft lips, running it through his scruffy beard, along his firm jawline. “Yes. Good job.” He says, now placing both of his hands at the mans chest. “Harder.” With a snap of his fingers, Lennard flexes even harder, his muscles tensing harshly. The fabric of his uniform barely able to keep him contained. “Good boy.” He smirks, causing Lennard to grin derpily. “Very good boy.” The man enjoys what hes feeling, running his hands down to Lennards crotch, grabbing his cock firmly. “Is that all?” The man tilts his head. “Officer. Listen to me. I want you to focus on your cock. Get hard, harder than ever before.” Lennard opens his mouth, a grimace spreading over his face. The man can feel his dick getting bigger and bigger, bulging against the palm of his hand. “Thats enough, boy.” He snaps his fingers again. “Now, on your knees.” Lennard nods. “Yes sir.” He gets down, his face now right in front the mans crotch. “Yes officer. Good.” Lennard eyes roll back as he lifts his head. He walks behind him, admiring his new slave even more. Then, he bends down, whispering into the officers ear. “Now, lets have some fun.” He wraps one arm around his neck, and starts chocking him, gently. “Just give in, officer.” The man says softly, gets down as well and pulls Lennard back. He then grabs the mans cock, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. The cop moans. “You will be mine, just like all the others before. Put all of your resistance into your cock, you can feel the urge to cum, but not yet, boy.” Lennard breathes heavily, the agony of not being able to release himself spreading across his face. His body gets stiff, his thighs bulge and he starts to thrust into the air. He moans again, and again. “Lennard, once you cum, you will be mine forever. When you hear my voice you will get back into this state. You will do what I say, anything I say. Understood?” The man demands again. “Yes, sir.” Lennard moans deeply. “Good. Then you may cum.” With that said, Lennard shoots multiple loads of his precious cream into his underwear, staining it instantly. His whole body slumps to ground, into the arms of the man. “Good boy. Very good boy.” He says lovingly, his deep voice sending shivers down the officers spine. “Youve been such a good boy.”
Five years ago, my whole world changed when my own mother confessed her past to me. I was nineteen at the time, just minding my own business upstairs in her house, when she entered my room, a worried look on her face. She told me, that she was the daughter of an ancient cult, somewhere in brazil, where all members were women, obeying the orders of a mythical witch, who was infamous for the disappearing of more than hundred men during her time. They wouldn’t allow any men near them, just using them for sex and getting pregnant. My mother looked into my eyes, took a deep breath and placed a hand on my lap, before she told me how they’d lured men into a trap, to enslave them, making them mindless fucktoys. With the help of a spell, words of a language long forgotten,and three mystical artifacts, a silver ring, a golden flower pendnant and a jade dagger, they would free the victims’ mind of simply everything, reducing their whole presence to just produce cum, which they would milk to plant the seeds into them. After a while, they got rid of a man, once he was emptied completely.
I did not believe my eyes when she told me everything. When she was my age, they injected sperm into her, impregnating her with a child. Me. When they found out I was a boy, they urged her to kill me before I was born, but she couldn’t do it. She ran away, came to the USA and started a new life, without the cult members finding out where she was hiding. To proove it to me, she lead me into the basement, a dark room, filled witha muffled noise. When she turned on the light, I saw him. It was a guy, strapped to a chair, a rope tightly around his bare chest and hos mouth taped tightly. He struggled to get the rope off of his body, but she did a pretty good job at tying him. Just the pure sight of him, sitting there in his underwear, made my dick rockhard, tenting in my jeans. He looked at me pleadingly, hoping that I had come to save him, but my mother approached me from behind, whispering something into my ear.
“You have the gift, to control their minds.”
I didn’t know what to do with that, until she pulled her ring from her finger and handed it to me.
“Put it on, and you will feel her leading the way.”
Reluctantly, I slid the ring on to my finger and she was right. I could feel some thing, flow through me, through every inch of my body. Gasping, I started to feel dizzy, my eyes got blurry and I nearly tripped, but my mother helped me to steady myself. Just then, I felt at ease, powerful and aroused by the energy running through my veins. That guy looked at me, his whole body shaking, nearly crying, still trying to get me to help him. I just smirked, when my mother told me the spell.
“Arek Te Poriah, Me Tormenza, Purgia Ka Lodeca.”
It sounded like gibberish to me, but she urged me to try it. So I lifted my hand, pointing at the guy, now screaming for his life, desperately trying to get away. As soon as I said those words, more or less correctly, I could see the effect it had on him. His whole body tensed, his muscles bulged hard and he started to groan loudly. I felt him, his thoughts, his fear and his heart beating. He bent his body upwards, pressing against the rope, leaving a mark on his tattooed skin.
Then he dropped to back into the chair, breathing heavily, but still fighting against the restrains. My mother told me that the first one is always the hardest one, but it’s worth the effort. So I tried it again, lifting my hand, just focusing on him.
“Arek Te Poriah, Me Tormenza, Purgia Ka Lodeca.”
This time, he didn’t make a sound, he couldn’t. His whole body stiffened, his cock now bulging in his tight underwear as his arms dropped down and his head fell on to his chest.
“Very good Roman, now claim your price.”
She whispered into my ear, and somehow, I knew exactly what she was trying to say. I walked up to him, running my hands along his thighs, stroking him firmly through his underwear, but he didn’t make any sounds, not a move to get away. With my fingers tracing his muscles, I felt his chest heaving into the palms of my hands. Carefully, I lfited his head up, and in shock, looked into his now foggy, empty and totally vacant eyes. He drooled, the tape wet, I used my thumb to trace his lips through it. I looked at my mother over my shoulder, who was smirking widely.
“I leave you now, come back home once you’re done.”
I nodded quickly and watched her leave the basement. I released that guy, touching him everywhere, feeling my cock leaking into my boxers. “Will you do anything I order you to do?”. I asked him quietly and he nodded slowly. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled everything down, exposing my cock at his full length, hovering in front of his face. “Suck.” Without wasting another second, he took my dick into his mouth, moving rhythmically and firmly. I rocked my hips in sync with his mouth, my hands gently on the back of his head, keeping him secured to my erection.
He felt so good, his soft lips on my skin, the sight of this muscular man, giving me a blow job made it even better. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load into his mouth, making sure that every last drop of it will be inside him, I pressed my cock even harder into him, making him gag wildly. Once I was done, I removed him from myself, drops of cum running down his mouth, into his beard. “Goodboy.” I said, petting his cheek tenderly. Noticing the spot of pre-cum in his underwear, I knew he liked it just as much as me.
“Stay here, until I need you again.” I ordered and he dropped on to an old sofa, just staring into the void. I on the other hand, needed to talk to my mother, to tell me even more about this cult.
