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I worked with Ben many times, he was my friend, but also my secret crush.  I really liked him.  With or without scruff, he always seemed perfect, and honestly, i always prefered guys with shorter hair, but Ben was different.  He was always perfect, and secretly, i wanted him.

Mine and Ben’s stories are pretty similar.  We were minding our own business, but approached by a stranger.  At first we were hesitant, was he going to ask us for something, money, cigarettes, change…..

But no, he just needed someone to talk to, and because we were both nice guys, we listened.  Then we followed him, different times, different places, but i was there first.

I had already been in the brainwashing chair for awhile before the Master’s brought Ben in.  I had been thinking of them as Masters for awhile, even in the back of my mind.  A small part of me was resisting.  

They left my eyes open, but my ears and head were covered with the brainwashing helmet and headphones, and they were working their spell sufficiently.  I felt the waves of programming open my mind, and after initial resistance, i was leaking profusely.  

This brainwashed boy need a receptacle to finish his programming, I heard the Masters say.  

The next Unit is coming, this boy can finish him off, make him succomb, make him submit to his brainwashing. 

That was when they brought Ben in, and I watched them strap him into the chair.  Ankles and wrists bound, and the helmet came down.  He fought against the men who brought him into the room, but they still overpowered him, and brought him to the brainwashing chair.  The same one i had been taken to, the one i had been led into, and the one i had accepted.  I sat, and let the brainwashing commence.  The helmet came down, and like me, Ben would submit.  

The Masters let me watch as Ben’s brainwashing began.  He twist and fought, and a part of me thought he would resist, break free, escape, but each lurch of his body came back down.  He breathed heavier, sighed greater, but his resistance faded.  Each time he came back down, and it took him longer to fight back, and I wondered, did i fight that hard before accepting my brainwashing, my place, my role. I don’t know, or remember.  All i know is that Im a brainwashed slave, and im watching my secret crush be brainwashed like i was.  

I can still hear him, No, i will fight you, i will never submit.  At that moment, i feel my manacles release, and i am able to get up, and i know what i must do.  

I must complete his Brainwashing. 

As Ben was struggling against the helmet and earphones, resisting his programming, I was released.  I stood up, and walked over to him as he sighed and struggled, no, i will not be a slave, i will not be brainwashed….

I knew what the Masters wanted, i pulled down Ben’s pants, and wrapped my mouth around his cock, and then i heard him say……..only……Slave….

Without any beginning or ending, only slave as he felt the wetness around his cock, and i knew he would submit.  Then i sucked.

Ben sighed, and said, YesSleep, the word that had been repeated over and over in his mind.  YesSleep, I want to cum, thank you for making me feel this way, and finally, willing, Ben thrust his cock into my mouth.  He wanted to cum, and complete his brainwashing.  

In the back of my already brainwashed mind, i thought, please Ben cum in my mouth be a brainwashed slave like me, and he obeyed my unspoken wish, and i could feel his cock tickling in the back of my throat.  

I let him thrust for awhile following his hardon and arousal, let him use my mouth, he would be like me soon enough, mindless and obedient, but i would have to speak soon.  As hard as it was, i had to let go of his cock.

Ben, i need you to stop resisting.  You like feeling this way, you like submitting….

He was silent for awhile, but his cock brushed my lips begging to come back inside.  I knew i had him.  

You want me to suck your cock again, don’t you Ben. 

Yes, he shouted, Please, suck me.  I want to feel good again, i want to feel pleasure….whatever it takes….please Sir.

I needed no other incentive.  I swallowed him, and listened to him chant. 

I am a brainwashed slave, cum is release.  I accept my brainwashing, thank you for being patient with me.  I will cum and obey.  I love men, and will cum for men, and will obey men.  

I am a slave to Master YesSleep, when i cum it will be as he wishes.  I must cum, i must complete my brainwashing.  

Ben was doing so well, he finally submitted like me, and this time i would let him cum in my mouth, but next time, he will need to cum as Master YesSleep wishes.  

He used to be this macho guy, super dominant and one hundred percent straight.

Used to.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against straight guys, I even have a couple of straight friends. But the thing is… it didn’t really suit him. I saw him and I saw that as a straight dom he was fine, but as a gay sub he would be amazing.

And that’s why I made it happen.

I don’t know what you mean with “ulterior motives”. It’s not like I wanted him to be MY gay sub… ok, who am I fooling, I wanted it. I made it happen because I wanted to fuck him and I wanted to see how it was having him submit to me.

And it was exactly as amazing as I thought it would be.

He’s still kind of dominant, though. There is a demanding tone in his submission, a hunger that can’t be sated unless he’s getting fucked and being thoroughly beaten into submission.

As strange as it may seem, he demands from his Masters. He needs it and his character won’t let him beg. He orders you to get him on his knees and make him choke on your cock, and he loves it.

A dom sub: my gift to the world.

He was ready to leave the kitchen when I said a single word from the table, without even raising my view from the book I was reading, and it was like time had stopped for him. No thoughts, no feelings, reduced to his body like a frozen, beautiful statue.

I smiled and came back to my reading. It doesn’t matter how long I kept him like this, when I bring him out of the trance he won’t notice that time has passed. I have made sure that he’ll think everything is normal.

For the past two months he has slowly fallen more and more under my control. He thinks nothing about being almost naked in my presence, of wearing those mesh, almost transparent briefs that leave nearly all of his body in sight. He thinks it’s normal to get in the shower with me after a long day and soap up my body and let me lather his muscles, and if we both get a boner in the process, it’s normal.

This is as far as we have come right now, but there will be more. His feelings are slowly following his body and his will will follow his feelings, and soon, as soon as I can make it happen, he will be mine.

Scenes from a video I scripted on flex4me.com

Why call it a trance, when you can simply call it “Being gone”? Because that’s what happens when I hypnotize you, boy: you’re gone. Your mind’s gone, your will’s gone, your strength and thoughts are gone. Everything that is left behind is just an empty shell that I fill with my own desires and my own will, a beautiful puppet that will obey and serve me as I please. But that is not you, because you’re gone.

And every single time you’re gone, there is less of you that comes back when I’m done. Little by little, I’m chipping away pieces of you, taking your own mind away from you until nothing will be left. When I’m done with you, all of you will be gone forever.

That is your destiny, it has been since the first time I laid my eyes on yours. This is what I want, and this is what you’ll be. Gone. Forever.

The lack of movement pulled me out of the sci-fi tale I was reading. mike was just staring at the air, his mouth slightly open and his breathing deep and regular.

“Are you okay, bro?”

“Yeah…” his voice trailed off. At first I thought he might be pranking me, but fifteen minutes later he hadn’t moved a muscle or laughed or… well, anything. Somehow I had hypnotized him, he was gone, deeply tranced, and hotter than ever.