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Robotic

The men of town had gone missing one by one and soon they appeared again but they were different. They returned home and were very stiff and emotionless.

It did not take long for people to figure out that they had been taken and converted into robots.

Cameron and his dad had been hiding for a few weeks. The town was empty except for the converted men who would come out in the day.

One night Cameron’s dad went to get supplies but never returned.

HYPNO TO BECOME A SUBMISSIVE BUTLER FOREVER

Second week of the New Year. All Christmas trees are gone.

My Sir says it’s the perfect moment to clear my head - radically. In order to become a truly obedient boy I must begin to do away with the dusty attic that is the old self. And so I stand and meditate, twice a day, 45 mins each, and think of only five things - I repeat them, as a mantra.

Chaste. Passive. Obedient. Subservient. Blank.

Mark was excited when he was told that he had been accepted for an administrative intership at DroneTech but was worried when he saw that there were six other people applying for the same position.He was told that over the course of the day they would be gradually eliminated until only one remained.

Their first task was to put on the company uniform and report back to the main office.

He entered the changing room and saw the rubber suit hanging on the wall. He knew that he would eventually end up in one having done his research on the company. Nothing prepared him for the sensations putting it on would assault him with. His cock was rock hard before he even got it half way on. Eventually his drive to succeed overpowered the pleasure and he zipped himself up inside the tight suit. Each step back to the main room caused the rubber to grip and caress his entire body pleasurably. To his surprise, four of the applicants were already waiting there, meaning he was only one person away from getting eliminated right out of the gate.

The next challenge was to simply complete a handful of computer training modules. As he sat down at the screen and began his work, he noticed how the monitor would flicker at times and the headphones he was wearing had a strange static crackling in them. The training started off basic enough but again he found that his throbbing erection was distracting him more and more. He casually started rubbing his cock through the rubber with one hand while clicking through the various modules. After a short while his screen flashed complete and displayed a number 2. He sighed with relief now that he wasn't in dead last this time.

He was never reunited with the other applicants but was told that last challenge was a simple one. He simply had to work as a low level employee for the remained of the day and they would be graded on their performance. Mark reasoned it was to better understand how they operated and give some perspective when making decisions higher up.

The first thing he would need to do is complete the uniform and was given a heavy black shiny helmet. Eager to show his dedication he quickly put it over his head. As soon as it was on his head he heard a click and felt something press into his ears. A loud warbling sound echoed through his head as the inside of the helmet lit up with a kaleidoscope of colors.

Mark quickly tried to pull the helmet off but it was firmly affixed to his head. The sound and colors quickly drowned out his mind and he stood there as he was bombarded with programming. His posture relaxed as his hands reached down and started rubbing his cock through the rubber.

Time lost its meaning to the man as he was slowly pleasuring himself into a state of mindless obedience. A couple hours later and Drone MK-7384 exited the training room and began its first day as a proper drone.

Unbeknownst to Mark, the entire elimination process was nothing but a sham. The real intern had already been selected and rather than have the other applicant's talents potentially go to a competitor, DroneTech decided to provide them a much more permanent employment opportunity.

I’m not joking.

There was a short-lived UK show on in the early 00s called Masters and Servants. It would take two families, most of them not very well off, and play a game. One family would be the ‘servants’ to the ‘Masters’ one week, and then they would swap places. A disaster of a show. They tried to capture what made Wife Swap or those types of reality shows work, and it just didn’t. No one would play ball in the second week. Most Masters-turned-servants gave up and refused to carry on with the game. And the servants-turned-Masters were too interested in getting revenge.

I remember the young men would be dressed like this. Red bowtie, red waistcoat, white shirt, black trousers, shiny black shoes.

I’ll never forgot watching it as a teen, and seeing one episode. This 19-year-old guy normally used to trackies and sweats was forced to dress up to the nines to serve an older son of a different family. This one guy, a tall blond guy, behind that masculine bravado was a little meek. A bit nervous, even.

Putting that bowtie around his neck changed him. You could just tell. He got into it. He liked it. He wondered what it would be like to shine a Master’s shoes and dress a Master each day. Serving him lunch. Waiting on a Master. Begging to please him on his knees.

Each time the camera caught him, I saw someone getting off on the idea of submission. His dirty post-pubescent brain was probably going wild.

But unlike my own enraptured horny self, his transformation was all caught on camera. There was one scene where he pleaded with his sister to keep calm and carry on doing her chores. And then when she didn’t do them, he did them and his own himself. I wondered how far and how fast he fell into the idea of being owned.

Every day he had come over after his meeting, I was playing a few video games like normal. Every day he kept on badgering me to go with him to the next one.

‘I dunno man, it seems like a lot of effort…’ I said.

‘It’s no effort at all bro!’ Anthony said, smiling widely. He never used to call me bro.

‘You need to get out of the house bro. This is exactly what you need.

‘It’s a group of all guys and we all help each other. My mentor is helping me to dress better, style my hair properly. Look at me, I’m even playing lacrosse!’

‘Ant, you look like from some…’ I didn’t know how to say it. ‘Like you’re some Stepford guy or something. Why so preppy? What happened to those band t-shirts you loved to wear?’

‘I’m a lot happier now bro,’ Anthony responded. ‘It’s a lot easier to conform. My mentor tells me what to wear and I do it. Join me bro. Join the brotherhood. Please, I really want you there.’

I said I would go to one meeting if he would drop it, but that’s all it took. I’m now a lot happier now I’ve joined my bowtied bros. Everyone always points out how much more I smile and how well I dress now I sport a crisp shirt and bow tie on a daily basis.

Lately it seems people on Tumblr haven’t been saying or hearing much about the man they dubbed “The Voice.” But even without the attention, he’s still constantly growing our TEAM. His latest victim used to be an insufferable manbunned gallerist named Grant. Our bro Mikey got to his phone with Coach’s virus and turned all the audio files to CONVERT2JOCK.mp3. Grant stood no chance against the hypno file, and by the time Coach came to collect him, he was already a blanked out meathead bro, completely devoted to muscle and Coach’s will. Grant was completely erased, and in his place lives Gunz, who now obeys every word of the LIFTWITHCOACH playlist with the rest of us as we chase gains in Coach’s gym. Yes, I’m one of the converted, but Coach allowed me to keep this piece of myself that can write good so that we can start recruiting bros online. With the lockdowns shutting down most of his usual hunting grounds, Coach is now accepting anyone who will submit to Coach’s voice.

Controlled By His Helmet…