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your new manager called you into the office to talk to you, but something on his screens caught your eye. the spirals reflected into your boss’ gelled hair.

“it’s time you fell in line,” he commanded

”its time I fell in line,“ I repeated.

the casino went under new ownership. checking into his room, the bathroom was stocked with hair gel and combs. lying in bed he turned on the TV where a slicked magician hypnotized him.

he went to the Stepford Gym to get a quick pump. every guy in their was slicked solid and super muscular. he started working out but the music made him woozy. two men approached him.

“hey champ. it’s time to give in to slicked bliss.”

he immediately grew heavier and hornier. “It’s time I slicked blissssss.”

“excellent champ. now look at the TV. this won’t take long.” the men approached him, pulling off his gym clothes as he began to get hard in his briefs. one pulled out of tub of pomade with a giant spiral on the top of it.

“look at the spiral here, champ. looks like the spiral on the television yeah.”

“y-yeah.” he got harder.

“look back at the screen, champ.” they took a big scoop of pomade and began massaging it through his hair. “every time you see the spiral you need to slick you hair.”

“every time I see the spiral I slick my hair.” with a comb he slicked it back into a mirror like shine.

“being slicked keeps you happy and horny and hypnotized.” he got even harder.

“h-happy. horny. h-h-hypnotized.” one of the men kneeled in front of him, pulling off his briefs as his cock sprung free. putting it in his mouth, he looked down at him.

“look into his eyes. he’s happy, horny and hypnotized.” the pace of the blowjob got faster as the music and spiral on the TV did as well. he felt his hair harden from the pomade and it made him hornier.

“you will obey Stepford. you will be happy, horny, and hypnotized for Stepford,” the man kept repeating in his ear. “now cum.”

as he came, his old world disappeared. with a huge smile and hair slicked and shiny, he was Stepfords newest resident.

“How do you feel, champ?” he couldn’t stop smiling.

“So happy, sir”