All About Control

Message Sent.

Deep down, in the crevices of what was left in Nick’s mind, he knew what he was doing wasn’t right. He knew that he couldn’t betray his brother Tom to share his fate…but the Master knew best. The Master wanted only the best to join–and Tom was the best. He was way more cut than Nick, although Nick was well on his way. With the Master’s grooming, it was only a matter of time.

 The Master groomed his slave for months before he released him to seek out worthy candidates for his collection. The fragments of Nick that were preserved to appear normal in the outside world all led him to the best candidate: his older brother Tom. After suggesting a workout together, Nick opted to take a selfie of the two of them to post online to brag about. In reality, he had ulterior motives. He sent the picture to the Master, waiting for a response as Tom changed.

“Be sure to send me that pic too bro! Gotta impress my ladies too haha!” Tom joked as he was slipping on his necklace. 

Nick remained distracted, waiting for his Master’s response. Deep down, he hoped that Tom wasn’t worthy, so he could be spared. 

BZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

Nick saw that the Master had responded. He open the text, which read:

“Perfect. Do what you were programmed to do. And do not think I didn’t sense your hesitation sending me that picture message. I’ll have to scrub your mind harder tonight, boy. In the meantime, watch this 10 second clip before you begin.”

“Yes Master, I obey.” Nick responded.

He opened the latest video message from the Master and was greeted with the spiral. His crying subconscious reeled at the assault it was enduring…and quieted for the time being. He felt pure happiness in obeying his Master…the one who took him from the same gym months before. He couldn’t wait to introduce Tom to the Master.

He opened up his video library and queued up the Master’s clip. It was set to play on loop in 30 seconds. He tossed his phone to Tom, as he was about to put deodorant on.

“What’s the big idea man? I’m gonna reek if I don’t handle this haha!”

Nick smiled. “Just one more pic, but I want you to take it. I think the lighting is better at this angle.”

Tom rolled his eyes but obliged. He raised the camera to take a selfie as the clip began.

Tom’s eyes froze, his pupils dilated. The spiral intensified as Tom looked at it–the Master himself could see through Tom’s mind and deconstruct it, as he did his brother. The clip was enough to subdue Tom, enough for Nick to bring him to the Master for permanent conditioning. Tom got harder and harder as a little drool trailed out of his lips. It wasn’t the only place leaking, either. A very faint stain on his shorts became visible, just as the last vestige of his freedom left him. 

A few months later, the two brothers were routinely seen at the local beach, scouting new talent for their Master. Tom broke much faster than Nick, who had to undergo further conditioning. The second Tom came for the first time under the Master’s thrall, he was all but spent.

They both devoted themselves to their Master and would only select the best candidates. The Master let them roam, but he always demanded they check in with a picture message–their favorite activity.

Zee thought it was weird that the man in that approached him in the gym referred to himself as “the Master.” He didn’t mind though, since the Master offered him some pretty nifty workout tips. He gave his number to the man freely, since he saw him around the gym all the time with some of the most fit guys there.

The Master of course, had other intentions than just workout tips. That night, he texted a smaller version of the hypnoclip to his latest prey.

Within an hour, there was a knock at his door.

A dazed Zee stumbled in, wearing shorts and a white tank, as the clip “told him to.”

The Master smiled. “Did you wash the deodorant off?” 

“Yes….sir….sir?” he stammered. He was beginning to regain himself, an issue the Master knew to rectify. Permanent changes were in order. 

The Master guided the dazed Zee to living room and began the full hypnoclip. He handed the mesmerized Zee a glass of water, which had a special kick–it was laced with his own cum. As Zee drank it down, his pupils dilated and he began to become still. 

The Master knelt down and whispered into his ear, “You belong to me now, my slave. Soon, you’ll only have eyes for men, and even more, only for me!”

Zee shook a little, trying to fight. His eyes, however, were glued to the screen–flashing him images erasing any semblance of straightness in him. “Not—not—gay…” he managed to mutter.

“Oh, that’ll change soon enough. I already see the pre stain on your shorts…not something that would happen to a straight guy, don’t you think?” the Master teased.

The stain grew and grew.

The next morning, the Master found Zee working out in his home gym, as the clip prescribed. He was only just beginning to sweat. The sweet smell of his musk was only beginning to fill the room.

“Good boy, now flex for your master!”

Zee smiled. 

The Master returned the smile with his own. He had been broken in only one night. But still, his memories and free will was hidden in there, somewhere. The Master needed to clean him out.

He took his new slave to his bedroom and whispered in his ear, “My slave, pour everything that you were into your cum. Your free will, your memories, everything. I want you to be mine forever. Each stream you push out will bring you closer to me…”

“Yes, master. I obey.”

The Master did what he did best and began to suck the free will out of him. It didn’t take long for Zee to give in, to give the master his salty reward. The Master could feel the essence of Zee flood into him. He had a new slave.

Jackson was one of the Master’s most valuable prizes. His prized recruiter needed only to work out for 30 minutes, build a sweat, and then he’d raise an arm. 

Within minutes, the men in the room would succumb, and come quietly with him.

The Master would need to prepare his estate for over a dozen new “homecomings.”

The Master had humbled beginnings indeed. A scrawny teenager with a bowlcut who had little grasp of his future potential, the teen-Master still had ambitions. While nurturing his visual hypnosis abilities, he was also an avid computer programmer. Within weeks of tinkering, he was ready to test out the beta version of his infamous “hypno-track.” His target was an older guy he knew, Tanner Johnston.

On the fateful day he would have his first slave, the teen-Master found and stalked Tanner through the neighborhood, waiting for a moment of seclusion. Following him for what seemed an hour, the time to strike was made clear. MP3 player in hand, the future Master jumped behind the unsuspecting Tanner and covered his mouth. 

The bigger Tanner resisted with a ferocious strength, but not enough to stop the Master from forcing his earbud into his ear, holding it in place. The track was playing on an endless loop.

The Master begin to feel Tanner’s physical resistance subside, as if he were focused much harder on something else. He was, after all, being stripped of his heterosexuality and freedom in those very seconds.

He tried with one last ounce of his power to resist the track–he wasn’t gay! He had no interest in men! He was going to kill his Master…

Yes. His Master. It was all clear. His will was broken. He wasn’t even Tanner anymore. He was the first. The first of many who would submit like him. He would see it through, for his master.

Jake was an all-star wrestler–best on his team, He was the most popular guy on all of campus, and highly sought after by the ladies. Every match of his was one of wonder–how he out maneuvered all of his opponents with ease, and how gracefully he awarded his school a win every week. It wasn’t beyond a stretch of the imagination that he was a desirable candidate for more prestigious levels of wrestling, for countless women, and of course–the Master himself. The Master hungered for Jake–his face, his build, his chest hair, and his beautiful pits. It wouldn’t take too long to turn him…

Jake was completely unaware of the men gone missing all over the city and elsewhere; he was completely just living his life as usual. He didn’t even notice his coach’s change in behavior over the course of the week, or the new headguards he ordered for the team. As each practice match would begin, the coach would uncharacteristically saunter over to the player, tap his headguard, and whisper something to him, gently caressing his face. 

It wasn’t much longer till his teammate was taken by the rhythm of the hypno-hum. Jake noticed absolutely nothing! The most popular wrestler wasn’t aware that one by one, his team was succumbing to the Master’s thrall, let alone that HE was his actual target.

The day finally came where Jake was the last man standing. The coach ordered a bout between he and his best friend, Alec–the first player taken by the Master. The Master had already begun integrating Alec to his compound, and after Jake was turned, they would both move in forever. As the coach demanded Jake take a headguard, he declined.

“Coach, I don’t need one to take down a bitch like Alec!” he laughed. 

As they began, Alec instantly sprung into action and took Jake down to the ground. As Jake was winded, he didn’t realize that Alec had pulled a headguard from his back pocket, which he was furiously trying to secure to Jake’s head.

“Alec…what the fuck man–ughhhh unnn” he groaned, as Alec secured the final strap around Jake’s head, activating the brainwash sequence.

“Shhh, Jake, it’s okay,” Alec said as Jake forcefully struggled to keep his mind in tact. “You and I have a new purpose in life now–to serve. To serve our Master. We’re gonna live with him forever. We’re going to obey…”

Jake’s mind was assaulted by the rhythmic hum erasing his memories one by one, and most importantly–turning him on to Alec’s erection behind him. He was gay now…now? He had always been gay. He had always done his best to serve his Master.

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A week later was Jake’s last bout before he cut all ties and would live with his Master. He kept his brainwashing headguard on every day since he was first taken, since he appeared to be more resilient than the master had hoped. The most resilient slave ever, even.

As he easily defeated his opponent as he always did, he knew his brainwashing was complete. He lived only for his master. He removed his headguard with no worries.

Later that night as he approached his Master, still wearing the singlet from that day, undeodorized, the Master greeted him with a passionate kiss. That night would be night that sealed his fate, the night his lucious pit and chest hairs met the Master’s tongue.

Aaron screamed for help, but it was just futile. His mouth didn’t move. His face didn’t even contort. His body was property of the Master, but his mind was still his own. It was his punishment.

Aaron thought himself clever–he suspected something was up when several guys at the gym went missing whenever the enigmatic nameless man was appeared. Unfortunately, he grossly overestimated his ability to snoop. As he followed the master one day after a day at the gym, he didn’t know he was walking to his doom. As he approached the hidden manor the man disappeared into, he knew he had to call the cops. Unfortunately, the Master’s “servants” already spotted him. His former friend Kris jumped him from behind and knocked him out in a sleeper hold.

Aaron woke with his hands on a pull-up device, unable to move. He was in a daze….but something didn’t seem right–aside from the paralysis. His pit hairs were growing out–something he never allowed. He could also smell the pungent odor emanating from them, as if they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks.

Weeks….

Weeks?

He heard a laugh. The Master stepped into the light. 

“Aaron my boy, you will be a perfect addition. You did try to outsmart me though, and with that comes a little punishment. I have spent the last 4 weeks prying into your mind and separating the will of your body from the will of your mind. You see, my boys have all succumbed and become my gay, loyal, servants. Your body will act on my accord, while your mind inside will be trapped to live in your own disgust! Who knows, maybe you’ll begin to like it!”

“Fuck you you bastard!!” Aaron screamed in his head.

The Master’s acquisitions from the gym were always the cream of the crop–and Rohit was no exception. He was a 6-pack clad Indian adonis, and a worthy prize to be won for the Master. After cozying up to him with his vast knowledge of workout routines, the Master and Rohit became fast friends. While not exerting the full capacity of his mental abilities on him, the Master began to gnaw at Rohit’s inhibitions–he even started arriving and leaving the gym shirtless, unshaved, and most importantly–undeodorized.

Every opportunity the Master could, he’d have Rohit show him his dark, hairy pits so he can examine his new slave before the final changes. He was still, after all, lamentably straight. Finally came the day where the Master had e-mailed Rohit the dreaded hypnoclip in its most potent form–a 24 hour spiral, once seen for even a second, deconstructs the straightest men.

Once the process began, it was over for him. The first job of the spiral was to capture–to keep his eyes from straying. The next job of the spiral was to erase all his thoughts and memories up until that point, save for his interactions with the Master. His past, his life, his dreams–all gone. The next phase was to flip his sexuality. Using flashing images of the male body and of male sex, he couldn’t help but fill his briefs with precum. Women were the past, men were his always. Finally, all his new sexual fixations were programmed toward one man–the man–his man, his Master. The spiral held him from cumming, as his first cum under the Master’s thrall would make all the changes permanent. His lingering free will tried fighting with all its might, but it was just for naught. Even as the clip ended, his body rose, and proceeded to send picture after picture to his new Master.

As he sent each one, he felt his original self fade more and more away. The one shred of Rohit tried–

–and tried–

–and tried. It was over for him. He was texted an address, the address to his new home. He drove to his new home, eager to finally release, and taste. The Master awaited Rohit with glee, and as he crossed the threshold into the estate, as the Master’s lips closed in around his hard member, he finally submitted.