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It had been some months, not that Brett had noticed them. His mind had been too addled to really be up for any kind of thought. His days and nights were filled with the focusing music and the spirals and the instructions and none of them left time for him to put two thoughts together. Workout, eat, workout more, sleep—his routine was mechanical.

However, one day he had been ordered into a small room in the warehouse he hadn’t been in before. The door closed, the lock clicked, and suddenly, the spirals and the music all turned off. Brett sat there for 5 minutes or so, his mind pulling itself back together after being in trance for so long. When it did, he looked around groggily. When he saw his arm, he jumped and swore. “I’m huge! What the hell? Where am I?”

A voice sounded over the PA system. “Hello, and welcome to your Final Orientation.”

None of this was making any sense to Brett. “My what?!”

"Your Final Orientation, my boy." Brett could feel a smile creeping into the voice’s tone over the PA. "I’ve been working with you for the past few months to get you bulked up. You had this skater boi look that just wasn’t what me or my clients wanted. So you’ve been robotically working out for 6 months or so, taking supplements, and here we are."

"But… but how…"

"How did I influence you? Simplicity itself. After you listened to my MP3 that reshaped your psyche, you were put into a deep trance. I just had to maintain it." Without Brett noticing, the music played softly in the background again. "Here, you look thirsty, my boy. How about a drink?" A panel slid open containing a sport bottle with a purple liquid.

Before he could think, Brett grabbed the bottle and drank half right off. He shook himself then. “What was in that drink?!”

"Just your supplements, my boy. It’s what made you the many you are today. Here, let me show you." The far wall of the chamber seemed to turn into a mirror. "See, look for yourself. You’re a full-blown muscle man now. Just watch those muscles tighten and loosen with every movement of those massive arms of yours."

Brett’s eyes involuntarily went to his arms, becoming fascinated by their motion. “But… I didn’t want this. I wanted to be a skater,” he said distractedly.

"But how could that compare to this, my boy? The pattern of those rippling muscles feels so good, doesn’t it? That tension is good to hold in some places and relax in others. You may grow a little tired while you hold that tension, but then the relaxation after you release is so good."

"Yeah." Brett’s mind was already beginning to whirl as he fell under the influence of the induction.

"In fact, you’re starting to get tired of the tension, aren’t you? The relaxation after it is so much better than it just seems to flow over everything, taking that delicious feeling to every corner of your body."

Brett’s body melted, his head lolling.

"That’s right, just let it all relax and soften and go deeper. Don’t you want to?"

"Yesh," Brett said with what little control he had left. His mind was mush, putty in the hands of the voice.

"Good, just relax and listen and watch and believe."

In his control room, the master flipped a switch, turning the room into a sea of spirals and started piping the brainwashing material in there. He’d always had to wake his subjects before the final brainwashing. They had to notice the changes to get their psyche in the right state to accept they were a new person. New body, new mind, new life. Pretty soon Brett’s personality would be that of a totally obedient muscle slave, working out to keep that figure and obeying his master at all other times. He looked at Brett over the monitor.

For Vincent, it was a big day. Training day in and day out, he had finally put on enough muscle to make the lowest weight class the school’s wrestling team competed in. He needed to be a part of the team to round out his future executive resume. Even since his high school Future Businessman club had caught his interest, he had striven to become the Renaissance ideal. But he’d always been a hard gainer, putting on muscle very slowly. But now he had hit his goal. He strode confidently through the athletic offices at his college until he reached the coach’s office and knocked… and received no answer. “Coach Mahler, you here?” he called.

From the other side of the door, Vincent could hear snatches of a muffled conversation, and then the door clicked and a man opened it. “C’mon in.”

Not recognizing the man, he nodded deferentially to him “Hello, sir.” Then he spotted the coach sitting behind his desk with an abstracted look on his face. “I finally made my weight, sir.” Mahler didn’t respond. “Coach Mahler? Are you okay?”

The man spoke up. “He’s fine, aren’t you, Mahler?”

“Yes. Completely fine.” Mahler said, still with that odd look on his face.

“Why don’t you introduce us, Mahler?”

“Mr. Kirthaven, this is Vincent, one of the top students here. He has wanted to get into a sport for some time. Vincent, this is Mr. Kirthaven, the owner of the gym I go to and my personal trainer.”

“Please to meet you, Mr. Kirthaven.”

“Call me Lars, please. Do you go by Vince?”

“No, I go by Vincent, thank you. Sorry to be brusque, Mr. Kirthaven, but do you have a slot still open for me, Coach Mahler?”

Once again, Mahler didn’t answer him. Vincent raised an eyebrow. Mr. Kirthaven spoke up again. “Oh, I’m sure there’s a slot for you. In fact, your coach and I were just hammering out the details for your team to use my training methods and facilities. Just my way of supporting the community. There’s even an orientation video. Why don’t you watch it? Shouldn’t he, since he’s on the team, Mahler?”

“Yes. You’re on the team, Vincent. You will watch the video. Everyone on the team must watch the video.”

Vincent thought this was kinda odd, but his elation at getting on the team make him reluctant to speak up about it. Oh well, he thought. I’m sure it will be just some boring ad for this guys gym, but it’ll be over quickly. “Yes, sir.” he replied and sat in one of the chairs. He turned it a quarter turn so he could look straight at the computer screen that Mr. Kirthaven was turning for him. “Let’s start…now.” Mr. Kirthaven said and hit a button on the keyboard.

The standard synthesized opener started, and inwardly, Vincent groaned. The video started playing out just as he had thought it would, with boring shots of people training and a voice over that explained the features of the gym, and just seemed to go on and on. It was so boring he was starting to feel… tired. He leaned his head against his hand, and blinked many times, trying to keep his eyes open. He was trying so hard to not insult the guy, but this video was putting him to sleep. His brain felt totally numb.

Vincent had tuned out the announcer quite early, which had been easy since the sound levels were so bad. The volume of the background music had slowly risen and mostly drowned him out. Suddenly, Vincent could hear him again. “Yes, that’s it, just watch and relax, it so good to do so.” the voice said.

Huh? Vincent blearily thought. That didn’t sound like it came from… oh, no, Mr. Kirthaven said that. He must have made the audio for the film too… Wait what did he say?

Mr. Kirthaven noted the slightly thoughtful expression on Vincent’s face and continued. “No need to think about it, Vincent. What I’m saying is not important at all. You need to watch the video. Your coach wants you to, and you want to be on the team so bad you need to follow instructions.”

“But… what… don’t… understand…” Vincent slurred out, trying to form a thought through the numbing haze the video made him feel.

“You don’t need to understand, you just need to watch the video for your coach and follow instructions.”

“Follow… instructions…” Vincent repeated. He was still trying to think about the situation, trying to figure out what was going on, but another part of him seemed to just be following along.

“That’s it, my boy, just watch and relax. You’re just feeling so tired The video just seems to be going on forever, doesn’t it? And it’s so boring. It makes you want to just sleep. To just melt into your chair.” Vincent started sliding down in his seat. “That’s right. So bored because there’s nothing to focus on. It just plods on and on and on and on, and making you more and more empty headed and sleepy. If only there was something, anything to focus on you could do it and stay awake to watch. But there isn’t. Just and endless, mind numbing stream. So tired. So relaxed.”

Barely keeping his eyes open, Vincent’s mental struggles finally let him understand what was happening. He forced the words out in an attempt to assert his will “Tryin’… ta… hyp… na… tize-” Suddenly, the video blossomed into a green and black spiral, spinning rapidly. The other part of him, the part following along, seized on the pattern and threw all Vincent’s focus into it.

The few shreds of will Vincent had kept tried to turn his attention away, but Mr. Kirthaven spoke again. “There you are something you can focus totally on. That way you can stay awake. That way you can do what was asked of you. That way you can follow your instructions. You want to do that. You need to do that. You need to just focus on the spiral and obey.”

“Focus on the spiral and obey.” Vincent said, his mind empty. He didn’t notice Coach Mahler also repeating the phrase, since he was already under the spirals sway.

Lars Kirthaven rubbed his hands together. It was working perfectly. Soon all the people in this wrestling program would be his to control. He walked over to Vincent. “Let’s get a look at those muscles, see your potential. You’re like a doll, Vincent. You only move when I move you and stay in that position.”

Vincent didn’t even look up was he said. “I obey.”

Vinnie walked down the street, rolling with the confidence that only a bod like his could muster. 240 pounds of ripped muscle meant, at least in his mind, the he could take anybody who wanted to start something. However, his last meeting with the dean put the lie to that. He wasn’t sure why, but he kept coming back to it.

“Vincent–” The dean had started.

“Vinnie.” He’d corrected.

The dean had sighed. “Vinnie. Your grades have slipped again, and I’m going to have to put you on departmental probation. If you can get them back up in a semester, you may be able to continue, otherwise…”

“Naa, man. Been talkin’ ‘bout this with coach. He thinks I need to drop to sumpthin simpler, so he’ll help me transfer out.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t. You were one of the best students here. Why that’s turned around, I just don’t know.”

“Don’t got time to study for it no more. Gotta stay pumped so I can keep my weight class.”

The dean had sighed again. “I see. Well, good luck.”

Vinnie was sure why this bugged him so much. He was doing what he wanted. Go big in wrestling, get all famous and stuff, and ride the gravy train from there. And anyway, he didn’t have the smarts to do this sorta stuff. He was… was…

His train of thought stopped and then seemed to wrench to the side. Memories of wants and desired seemed to flood Vinnie… Vincent’s mind. Why was he letting people call him that stupid name. And why was he skipping classes? This wasn’t what he’d wanted to be! He wanted…

As soon as his mind tried to return to his original desires, a pre-programmed trigger began. Vincent put one hand to the fence next to him as his vision dissolved into the whirling spiral he’d first seen on that video some months ago. A voice sounded in his head.

“Just focus on spiral Vinnie. There no need to think about these sorts of things.”

The emerging Vincent personality was still weak, and so its focus was easily trapped. Don’t call me that name. I’m Vincent.

“But that’s silly.” The voice replied. “Of course you’re Vinnie. Vinnie is strong, Vincent is weak. If Vincent was focusing on this spiral, he’d be too weak to resist the suggestion to Relax.”

Vincent’s other hand grabbed the fence as his knees became too weak to hold him on their own.

“Exactly like that. It would addle hm so much he couldn’t even really think straight. He’d just spin round and round and round, deeper and deeper, because he’s so weak.”

I’m… uh…I’m strong. Vincent was barely able to think, and this was all that came out clearly. His head lolled uncontrollably.

“Precisely. So you’re Vinnie.”

I’m Vinnie, Vincent thought, sliding back into the Vinnie persona.

“And what does Vinnie want?”

Need ta get stronger, need ro max out and really show ‘em. Be the best.

“Uhuh, and what do you need to do now?”

It had been a few months since had moved into Lars Kirthaven’s, but Vinnie knew that he had a problem. At first, it had seemed to be the perfect solution to all of his problems. He’d been kicked out of school, couldn’t stand it at home away from his favorite gym, had been going nuts trying to figure something out. And then Lars had said that he had a room free. Of course, it wasn’t without a small price. Doing things for Lars, showing off for him and his guests, none of it was bad. He just had to do what he was told. And why shouldn’t he? Lars was the greatest and everything he said was right. He needed to follow every instruction.

But recently he had been plagued by the same nightmare. He’d be running down a hall, trying doors for a way out. So many doors had been tried and he knew they were dangerous, but he’d frantically search until he’d found another one, different each time. But behind every door the same pitch black creature with glowing green eyes would be waiting for him. Eyes that spun, round and around and around. And he be frozen, looking at it until it grabbed him and dragged him through the door, and he’d wake. And, while he didn’t want to admit it, every instinct he had told him it had something to do with living here.

So that day, after taking Lars his drink in the garden and going to his spot to stand at attention until he got further instructions, He cleared his throat. “S-Sir?”

Lars looked up from the book he was reading. “Yes, Vinnie?’ Seeing the worried expression on Vinnie’s face, Lars frowned. “Something wrong?”

Vinnie rapidly explained his dream. “I can’t seem to sleep, sir. I don’ know whats wrong, but I can’t stop feeling that this place has something to do with it. But I can’t leave you, sir. What can I do?”

Lars breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, just that. Don’t worry, Vinnie. I was expecting it sooner or later.”

“You were? Why would I get nightm-”

“Mindless Flex Now.”

“mayaauhh…” Vinnie’s mouth wobbled as the bottom dropped out of his mind. Every single thought dropped out of his head as he posed appropriately for the instruction, then locked in place. Words floated into his mind through his ears, but since they carried no instructions for him they passed by without comprehension.

“Your split mind is starting to catch up with you, my dear Vinnie. But that’s not a problem anymore. I’ve so addled your will and messed up Vincent’s plan he has no alternative but to accept this new life. Isn’t that true, Vincent?”

Vinnie’s mouth moved, still without Vinnie even formulating any thought. “Damn, you, you bastard. I wanted-”

“What you wanted is irrelevant, Vincent. It’s not something you can have anymore. Vinnie’s life is your only option. You can feel him melding with you now, can’t you?”

“N-no.” Vincent replied, the strain in his voice putting the lie to the statement.

“Oh, but it is, Vincent. And you know that you want Vinnie’s life. He’s happy to my bidding. Happy to be who he is. You were never happy as Vincent, the little striver.”

“Ugh-I was ha-happy some-times.”

“No no, you know better my boy. You might have fooled others, but you never were happy now. You were always chasing the rainbow, doing things you hated now in the hopes that your dream would make you happy. But it wouldn’t have. Do you know why?”

“W-w-why?”

“Because you still would have been that smart ass striver, never happy now. Look at Vinnie, though. He’s never been happier. Others make the hard choice for him. All he has to do is follow orders and he gets pleasure from that, don’t you Vinnie?”

Words finally popped into Vinnie’s mind. “Yes, master.” He replied, his voice more deadpan than the other on speaking through his mouth,

A thrill of pure pleasure passed through Vinnie’s body when he agreed with his master, and his head tilted back involuntarily. “You see, Vincent? It’s so much better to be Vinnie. So much easier to just be dumb and obedient.”

“Nuh, nuh.” Vincent said, the persona clearly not having much will left.

“Yes. You want to be happy, don’t you?”

“Yuh-yes. But-”

“Vinnie is happy. You can be happy to. Just melt into Vinnie. Feel yourself grow so happy, so obedient. Who you wanted to be is unimportant. You just want to be happy. Dumb, happy and obedient.”

Vinnie felt but didn’t register the collapsing of the other persona into his, as he was still blank and empty from the suggestion. If he had been registering it, he would have felt a slow glow of warmth, and his face broke into a slight smile.

“That’s it. What do you want to be?”

“Happy.”

“And how can you become happy.”

“Be dumb and obedient like Vinnie.”

“You are Vinnie, now, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Vinnie could now feel the other part of his head join in with him in responding to his master’s voice.

“And what does Vinnie do?”

“Obey master completely. Master is the greatest man and must be obeyed. I am happy to do everything for the master.”

It was Hunter’s first vacation in 5 years, and he was going to totally let loose. He always worked hard, both at his job and on his body, and now he was going to give himself a few weeks, just do maintenance in the hotel gym, and eat whatever. When he came back, he’d need to work even harder to get back on track, but it would be worth it. I’ll get that out of the way early, he decided while he was eating breakfast, and headed over when his meal was done.

He walked into the surprisingly large hotel gym and surveyed it. There were only a few people here so early in the morning, so he had plenty of selections for machines. He picked one, plugged his headphones into his phone, and rocked out as he started the workout.

He was about halfway into his routine when Hunter noticed the odd guy guy next to him. Not that he looked odd. He was a buff, gym rat looking guy, even had a shirt advertizing some private gym, Kirhaven’s or something, so he wasn’t out of place. It was just that he’d for some reason picked the machine right next to Hunter. There were plenty of open machines, and, just like bathroom etiquette, you didn’t pick the machine right next to another guy unless you had to. The other thing was that he flailed around to whatever he was listening to alot as well. Hunter resolved to just ignore him and concentrate on getting done so he could get to his fun.

Suddenly, the music cut out of his headphones. “Oh, sorry dude!” the other guy said as he swung off his machine. “I caught your cord. Let me fix that for you!”

"No, it’s fine. I can fix it." Hunter said, letting the weight down easy and taking his hands off his frame to plug back in. But the guy just kept coming. "Hey! Back off!" Hunter yelled as the guy grabbed his headphone cord and plugged it in. "I don’t neeegguhhh…" Hunter’s mind went suddenly soft as a weird vibrating harmonic started playing in his ears.

Musta.. plugged in ta… wrong phone… Hunter thought sluggishly. Something about the sound was making everything around him fuzzy and started to swirl. This is wha’… he was boppn’ out ta?… Is not rully gud beat… an’ he was dancn’ round and around… and aroun’.. an’ aroun’… anuhroun… Hunter’s mind started to whirl with his surroundings, seeming to repeat his last thought. With an effort, he pulled back. Nuh.. somthin’s wrong. Music… making… think hard. Gotta… stop.

And then a voice seemed to come out of the odd sound playing in his headphones. He really didn’t hear it as much as felt the harmonic feed it to him. It said You don’t want to stop this, though.

I…don’t? Hunter was confused.

No, not at all. You like listening to the music. Just like the other man was, you can hear all the good things in this sound, can’t you?

Yeah… It really is good.

Exactly. it helps you get rid of all those things that you don’t need. Lets them all relax away. Like your worries and cares.

Uhuh, yeah, I’m on vacation. Don’t need those things.

You don’t need alot of things, do you? Like emotions and memories. Those can just drift off too.

Yes… Drift away…

And now your thoughts and will go away too. You’re empty, and now all your thoughts…

Belong to you. The voice and Hunter thought in unison.

While I never in my wildest dreams thought that what I can do is possible, it has made my life infinitely more interesting. But, I get ahead of myself. My name is, at least for the purposes of this little record, is Lord. It’s what I get called more often than not anyway, so it’ll do for a pseudonym. Not that I really have to worry much. Most who read this will assume that it’s fictional. But, for those who don’t, I don’t want you scared when someone with my name shows up in your life. It makes this a whole lot harder.

It all started back in high school, though I didn’t notice it at the time. I was out, and I just seemed to be able to pick them, really. I’d find someone hot, we’d talk and weirdly they’d eventually tell me they were gay too. Even if they had been known to sleep with a new girl each week. We’d date for a short while, and then I’d eventually get bored, mainly because the longer I dated someone, the less of them seemed to be there. What I wanted seemed to dominate them. Don’t get me wrong, I did have wants, but eventually, I’d like them to come up with an idea, and after a while, they couldn’t seem to. So my eye would wander and off to the new guy.

It wasn’t until I noticed one of my old flames back with women and claiming to have just had a “phase” that I began to suspect something was up. I cornered him the next day, and at first, he was belligerent, and I could see some of the fire that had first attracted me to him. He didn’t seem to want to talk to me, but within a few minutes his face was back in that submissive puppy look, and he calmly explained that he had only ever been attracted to one man, me. I didn’t believe him, so I called up the hottest pic of a guy I had on my phone, and then felt his dick as I showed it to him, to see if it would twitch.

To properly understand what happened next, I should relate a more recent tale. I was on the road again, driving between Memphis and New Orleans, and I stopped for gas in a little town of the highway. I try to head through those every so often, partially because I like to see farm boys as a break from the city dwellers I normally have fun with, and partially because I’ll find gems like Jetson. When I walked in the store to get the pump started I saw him behind the counter, all cute and fuzzy, shirtless in the hot summer day. I also caught his dark look when I gave him the eye, and decided he needed the full attitude adjustment. So when I came back in to pay, I snuck up on him, getting as close as I could, and then asked, “Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

He jumped as he turned, but didn’t immediately step away. He quite clearly was upset I was in his personal space, but didn’t understand why he didn’t fix that. I smiled a predatory smile, cause he was hooked, and said. “I need some help with my car. It not running very smooth and I’m hoping you’ll be able to help.”

"I’m not a mechanic and even if I was I wouldn’t work far a fa-"he said angrily

"I’d be willing to pay you a good price, and it’s not like it’s busy here." I interrupted, and swept my hand across the empty shop.

He blinked a few times, as a confused expression crossed his face. His mind was trying to understand why he wanted to agree. “I..I… guess you’re right. What’s going on?”

"Well, it would be a lot easier if I were to show you. Why don’t you come out to my car with me?"

"Okay."

I kept as close as I could as we walked out, and by the time we got to it, he was already in what I call stage 1. I waved him to the front seat, and he plopped into it, even though that really wasn’t why he was here, but he was willing to follow minor requests unquestioningly. But I didn’t have the time to slowly entice, as fun as that id. I got into the drivers seat and leaned over. “Oh, I never did get your name?”

"Oh, Jetson. And yours?"

"Oh, you’ll know one for me soon enough." I replied, and plunged my hand into his pants.

He squawked in shock, but didn’t have time to do any more as I gripped his flaccid cock in my hand. Instantly, he became hard in my hands. His eyes popped wide, and I had a glimpse of hazel against white before they glowed, filling with a whirling yellow and red spiral. The shock on his face dissolved, and he impassively stared forward. With my had still firmly holding his cock, I ordered him to strip, and he did so without hesitation, staying seated as he wriggled out of his pants. Just like that old flame back in high school, grabbing his cock put him in a totally obedient, programmable state, just as being near me slowly does the same thing.

The shorts which Luke is trying on today are a size or two too big for Mr Stalkers liking. They need to be tight enough to leave nothing of the boys healthily sized package to the imagination. Luke knew Mr Stalker wouldn’t approve, but still hoped he would get away with these as he prepares for Spring Break in Southern California. As punishment for failing to pick the correct size Mr Stalker will make the embarrassed stud buy the smaller size in pink. The boy will look so cute in them on the beach with his wrestling buddies.

The shorts which Luke is trying on today are a size or two too big for Mr Stalkers liking. They need to be tight enough to leave nothing of the boys healthily sized package to the imagination. Luke knew Mr Stalker wouldn’t approve, but still hoped he would get away with these as he prepares for Spring Break in Southern California. As punishment for failing to pick the correct size Mr Stalker will make the embarrassed stud buy the smaller size in pink. The boy will look so cute in them on the beach with his wrestling buddies.

Aleksandr, a muscular Russian houseboy, who was recently bought from a secret auction in Moscow where boys who have found themselves in financial difficulties where sold by debt collectors to wealthy Arab and African businessmen. Sheikh Omar had found Aleksandr particularly fascinating. Fitness instructor and MMA fighter, who had gotten into trouble by not being able to make payments on his used BMW leasing had a well-trained body with nice muscle tone. The sheikh immediately decided to use him as a pony and indoor “present” slave. He would oversee the trainings personally and the boy would be accompany him everywhere. 

Well into second weeks of trainings the boy had learned to master 25 classic and more exotic slave present positions, had gone through arduous physical workouts (at least three times a day) and was subjected to rigorous cum control. Aleksandr did not even remember when was the last time he had not cum for more than two weeks. 

He thought it must all serve some purpose. On one afternoon, right after his second daily workout he was ordered to the master’s private training room and wait in the “REVERSE KNEELING PRESENT” position. He had remembered it well: legs spread and bent, arms straight and flexed, supporting body, chest pushed out, abs flexed. The position was not only extremely difficult - in 10 minutes the boy could feel his body burn all over, but it was completely humiliating. It almost made him feel that the whole purpose of the position was to expose his cock. 

And he was right. What Aleksandr did not know was that after second week in household, all slaves must undergo a comprehensive genital assessment test or GAT, where quite simply put, the boys’ ability to keep their hardon is assessed. The test is difficult and almost none of the boys passes it for the first time. If the test is failed the boy is assigned a special cock training - the most dreaded of trainings among the slaves in the master’s household.