#tranced

Lost in his Owner’s voice there was nothing he wouldn’t do, no order he wouldn’t want to obey.

sequelguerrier:

aww

They belong with and to each other. And when Sgt says the word they sleep, wherever they are.

aplethoraofmen:

Angel 27

After a hard, sweaty and dirty game all he wanted to do was stand there and lose himself in his Owner’s voice.

After he got off work and walked around back and just stopped. He didn’t notice he’s taken off his dress shirt or undershirt, he didn’t remember what he was waiting for. He just knew he had to wait like a good Owned man.

Before his Owner got a hold of him he used to be a toothpick thin model. A lot has changed since those days, he’s bigger, stronger and more loyal then he ever had been but sometimes he enjoys using his modeling skills so show off the new look his Owner helped him build.

He was at the garden party when he met him. At first they just talked but as they did he felt more and more relaxed, calm. It wasn’t long before he was agreeing that he shouldn’t be wearing a shirt and slipping it over his head and dropping it to the ground leaving only his sports jacket on. He wanted to keep talking all day but the man said he had to go and walked away. He watched until the man was out of sight, later he would resolve to find out who he was and tracking him down.
Which was the whole point of the test. To separate those that just enjoy the feeling from those that need to give up control.

The Coach felt like having fresh fish at this years reunion so he had a word or two with a couple of his returning Jocks.

It started like any other office dinner. Bit larger perhaps since every department was there and not just their sales department. But they were still having fun and enjoying meeting some of the other people they worked with. But they both kept coming back to speak this one guy from accounting.

He wasn’t boring or anything you’d expect. In fact they loved him voice, that’s why they couldn’t stay away even as the party was breaking up and only a few were left they just didn’t want to leave yet so they gladly took his offered cigars, knowing it would be that much longer before they’d have to say good bye.

By the time they were half done he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

One was new, the other had been with Coach for some time but both had taken well to trance and were ready for any workout Had for them that night.

He always picks up the phone when it’s his CO on the other end.

The moment he felt the Sgt’s firm grip everything froze and just stopped.

The Sgt decided some of his Soldiers needed to take a short nap.

Even as he slowly peeled off his uniform, one article at a time, he never took his eyes away from the man, not until he was down to just his plain white shirt and jockstrap and then he was conflicted. He wanted to obey and remove it all and strip down  to his jockstrap like ordered but at the same time he didn’t want to look away and break eye contact. Then the man came over, he could feel the  man’s hand slip hand under the shirt and along his back until it was holding him back the back of the neck. Everything went fuzzy, he felt his shirt being pulled over his head and when he could see clearly again he was still looking into the eyes of his Owner.

He hadn’t expected it but the moment his hand was in the Team Captain’s hand and their eyes met everything just clicked. He knew he’d made the right choice.

He felt his breath slow as the white cloth slipped from his fingers. His arms felt heavy at his sides. His gaze trapped by the hazel eyes of the other man, his mind fixed on his voice as his words flowed into his mind. He felt…whole.

That’s right Jock, just listen to your Owner’s voice. Listen and obey once that first is off it will be time to do some pushups Jock.