SneakerSoxGuy - vs.5

I swapped out his douchey shades for a pair of my highly classified Mind Warpers, an experimental new tech that blasts both the retinas and the eardrum with lights and sound that disable the primary consciousness, and allows me to hijack their personality and motor function. Basically, once he slides them Inc he’s mine.

I swapped out his douchey shades for a pair of my highly classified Mind Warpers, an experimental new tech that blasts both the retinas and the eardrum with lights and sound that disable the primary consciousness, and allows me to hijack their personality and motor function. Basically, once he slides them Inc he’s mine.

Just keep staring at the spiral, boy. Just feel your mind dropping away. Just drifting lazily as your mind slowly fades. All your thoughts, all your problems, just getting sucked into the spiral. Becoming dumber. Becoming simpler. Because you don’t want those problems any more, do you? It just makes you sad and angry, isn’t that right, boy? You don’t want to think about all that anymore. It would be much better to just not think at all anymore. You just want to be safe and warm and happy. So take all of those human thoughts and worries and just let the spiral suck them away. That’s it. Doesn’t it feel so good to just let go?

And every time I say “good boy,” you’ll sink deeper and deeper into trance. And when you do, you start humping the bed because that’s what good little puppies do. And you want to be like a good little puppy, don’t you boy? Not a thought in his head. Not a care in the world. Just happy and playful. So satisfied with toys, bones, and milk. So dumb. So simple. No more thoughts to distract you and make you sad. That’s right, boy, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You’re such a good boy! Such a good boy!

Aww. Look at that little puppy butt wiggle as you hump the bed. You like that don’t you, little pup? Oh I know those human clothes are so scratchy aren’t they? But keep them on for master for now. You’ll do it for master, won’t you pup? Because you’re such a good boy!

And every time you hump the bed, you become more and more like a pup. You’ll lose more and more of those human thoughts, human problems, and human memories, won’t you, little pup? That’s right! And you’ll like it because you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Yes you are! And all that humping’s getting you all hot and bothered, isn’t it, little pup? Yes, show handler that hard little puppy dick. Aww. Look at it leak. And you know it’s leaking all those human thoughts, human problems, and human memories, don’t you little pup? That’s right! Because you’re such a good boy!

Now when I say so, pup, your little puppy dick will get harder than it’s ever been and you’ll cum harder than you’ve ever cum, okay? That’s a good boy. And when you cum all those pesky thoughts, problems, and memories will spill out of you with your cum, okay? That’s a good boy. And when you lose all those pesky thoughts, problems, and memories, you’ll be nothing more than a dumb little horny pup forever! Isn’t that great little pup? Oh yes it is. Oh yes it is! Good boy.

And when you’re nothing more than a dumb little horny pup, I want you to howl because you love and adore me, your handler. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, little pup? That’s a good boy. And you’ll obey and believe everything I tell you, won’t you little pup? Because you don’t want me to turn you back into a bad, bad human with all those bad human thoughts, problems, and memories, do you, pup? That’s a good boy.

Now cum for me, pup. Cum for me and let go of all those thoughts, problems, and memories. Cum for me and turn into a happy, horny little pup.

Arooooo!

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I’ve been looking for a new dog for a while. Last one ran away.

Then I saw the perfect specimen in my building. It couldn’t have worked out better. He was young, fit, and he looked like he belonged on all fours.

All that stood in my way was his free will. All I had to do was collar him.

Luckily I had developed a pup serum ages ago. It wasn’t perfect (the last couple had run away). But I’d perfect it eventually. For now, I just needed to infect this boy.

Easiest way? Surprise injection.

I kept a dose in my pocket for the next week, waiting to run into him again. Then it finally happens.

“Hey there,” I say. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

He doesn’t look excited, but he’s polite enough to stop. As he stands in front of me, I search for the best injection spot.

“What is it?” he asks. 

“I lost my wallet around here earlier today. Have you seen it?”

He looks around, as if he thinks he’ll find it sitting on the floor somewhere. Maybe he’s already dumb enough to be a pup.

“Um, nope, but I’ll let you know if I see it.”

“Thanks, I’m in apartment 6C,” I say.

He nods and walks off. The kid’s slower than before, like he’s looking for the wallet. Like he’s playing fetch. I laugh to myself. Before he get’s too far, I come up behind him and stick the needle in his neck. Easy enough. 

He squirms, tries to shout, but I have him held from behind, and my hand is covering his mouth. The kid has a lot of fight, but I’ve been doing this for a while; I’m not easy to escape.

I drag him toward my apartment, luckily avoiding any other residents. 

By the time we reach my place, he’s squirming less. I turn him around to get a good look at his face. His eyes are perfectly blank, completely dumbed down, which lets me know the serum is working. So I let go of his body, and take my hand away from his mouth.

His tongue instantly droops out of his mouth.

“Good boy,” I say, chuckling to myself.

I scratch under his chin, and he’s already panting. The serum worked fast on this one. Maybe I’d finally perfected it.

I can’t wait to see the boy get on all fours, but I know it’ll take some time. So I go to my room and get the collar I already have ready for him.

“You want your collar, boy?” I ask.

He pants heavily, his tongue hanging from his mouth, the drool starting to drip.

“Good boy. See your name? It’s Buster now,” I say, pointing to the tag.

To my surprise, he barks. I can’t tell if it’s a bark of disagreement or happiness, but it’s a bark. And that means he’s well on his way to being a pup.

I stick the collar on him and begin stripping him down. Before I can get his socks off, he’s on the floor. Already on all fours. And his lean, muscular body is perfect.

“Damn, you’re a good pup, aren’t you, boy?” 

He barks in reply.

I scratch under his chin again, and this time, I notice precum dripping from his dick as a result. This is by far the fastest transformation yet.

“Ready for your tail, boy?” I ask, grabbing a butt plug. 

He barks again, and this time I know for sure he’s happy. The precum is still dripping. Horny little pup.

I slide the butt plug in his tight ass, and as soon as it’s in, he starts wagging his ass, his balls and cock swinging with it. The plug will make sure he’s nice and ready for when I fuck him. Don’t want him barking too loud after all.

Behind his hanging tongue, I can see a pup’s smile on his dumb little face. Glee and excitement in his otherwise blank eyes.

“Now that’s a good boy. Such a horny jockpup. You’re gonna be a good one, Buster.”

Man, if the serum is working this well, I might have to get Buster another pup to play with.

But for now, it’s time to enjoy my new pet. I slip off my belt and release my cock.

“Now be a good pup and suck your Master’s bone.”

Buster barks in anticipation. He licks and licks and licks with his tongue, and then my pup starts to suck. His wet mouth makes my dick drip. And as I scratch behind his ear, his cock leaks even more. This is going to be a wonderful arrangement for the both of us.

“Good pup. Good boy.”

My boyfriend and I had been together for almost two years. It started off great, but as time went on, he got more and more dominant. And I got sick of it. I wasn’t the sub type, and I was tired of being treated like one. I had talked to him about it a few times, but he always ignored it. It’s like he wasn’t even listening. So I knew I had no choice but to break up with him. 

I waited for him to get home from work, nervous about finally breaking it off. I still had feelings for him, but I’d run out of hope for us. He walked in, his posture suggesting dominance and the sneer on his face suggesting he thought he owned the world. That was it. I stood and walked toward him.

“Hey, Brett. Can we talk?” I asked.

The sneer on his face grew, his mocking smile pissing me off. “I knew you’d do this eventually. We’re not breaking up.”

This caught me off guard. I hadn’t even started explaining myself, and he already knew what it was about. Though it didn’t surprised me that he was cocky enough to think it wasn’t happening.

“Sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I—”

“Shh,” he said, his hand tugging on his shirt’s collar.

He pulled down his shirt to reveal a pendant. I stopped talking out of confusion, and that confusion grew when the pendant began to glow a bright yellow, like a small sun radiating off his chest. And then his eyes reflected that brilliant glow, and I was too confused to speak.

“There we go. Just let the glow take over,” he said.

It was so bright; it felt like it was shining through my eyes and straight into my mind. I tried to gather my thoughts, to remember what I wanted to talk to him about.

“We… we have to break up,” I managed to say.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked, that beautiful smirk on his face.

“I don’t… want to be treated,” I stammered. “I don’t want to be treated…”

“Like what, boy?”

“Like… like a sub,” I said.

The words were so heavy on my tongue, I barely managed to get them out. I could barely take my focus off the pendant, off his Adonis body. He was so perfectly, built. His face was chiseled, and fuck, I loved his smirk.

“You want to be treated like a sub?” he said. “That can be arranged, boy.”

I almost nodded, but then my mind screamed. No, I said I didn’t want to be treated like a sub.

“You’re such a good sub. You’ve always been my good, obedient sub. And you love it. Isn’t that right, boy?”

Even though I knew it was wrong, I just felt so strange. My knees suddenly felt magnetized to the ground. I wanted to kneel. I wanted to be a sub. But hadn’t I hated that idea a minute ago? Wasn’t I sick of being treated like he owned me?

“Good slaves don’t need clothes, do they, boy?”

My mind said to resist, but my body automatically began stripping. I tore off my clothes with an eagerness I didn’t recognize. And as soon as I was naked, the magnetic attraction between my knees and the ground grew stronger. My legs buckled, and I found myself kneeling before my master… no, before Brett.

“That’s right, boy. Kneel for your master. You belong at my feet.”

I felt so foggy. The part of me that was resisting felt weaker and weaker. I felt weaker and weaker. And this weakness started to feel familiar, like it was part of me.

“You’re nothing more than an obedient sub slave. You do nothing but obey.”

Back in my mind, part of me wanted to get up and run. But I couldn’t do anything but obey.

“You belong to me, slave. Say it.”

“I belong to you, master,” I said, and he smirked, and I loved it.

“Good slaves suck their master’s cocks. Don’t they, boy?”

I nodded eagerly, my eyes no longer locked onto his pendant or his eyes, but the cock tenting in his pants.

“Good boy. Get to work.”

I licked my lips, ready to please my master. Ready to be his perfect sub. 

It started as an experiment. With the right formula, the mind could be altered to make sex and pleasure a person’s only goals. And it worked. Keith injected his roommate Liam with the formula, and by the next day, Liam couldn’t think about anything but sex. He started working out constantly so that he’d be more attractive; he started forgetting about work because he was busy trying to satisfy his endlessly horny libido. But Liam’s muscles were growing too fast. His mind was deteriorating. He was becoming a himbo more and more each day.

Keith tried to come up with a new formula, one that would negate or slow the effects of Liam’s himboification. It failed. Instead, the new formula had a strange effect on Liam’s pheromones.

The day after being injected with the new formula, Liam’s routine was unchanged. He went to the gym, he went to fuck around, and he went back to the gym. When Liam returned home, sweat glistening on his bare skin, Keith noticed something strange about his roommate’s scent.

“Did you try a new cologne or something, man?” Keith asked.

“Nah, bro,” Liam said, even dumber than he was yesterday. “Just went to the gym.”

Liam sat down besides Keith, and Keith instantly noticed his cock hardening. He couldn’t stop it. He let out a soft moan. It felt like someone was stroking his cock up and down, slow and hard. 

Keith let it happen. It felt so good. He was so horny. He just wanted to get off. He wanted to fuck.

Another moan escaped him as the speed of the stroking quickened. A part of Keith realized this wasn’t just his imagination: he looked up and saw Liam stroking him, a sly grin on his face.

“Fuck yeah, man,” Liam said. “You like this don’t you, bro?” 

“Uhh, yeah,” Keith moaned.

Keith stared at Liam’s hard, ripped body, the sweat dripping down, oiling his muscles. Keith couldn’t help himself. He wanted to lick up the sweat so bad. He leaned forward, still moaning from the ecstasy of his cock being stroked. Slowly at first, he started to lick Liam’s chest muscles. 

When he tasted the sweat, Keith knew what was happening somewhere in the back of his mind: Liam was sweating out the formula, and his pheromones were infecting Keith. But Keith didn’t care. He just wanted sex. He was so fucking horny.

“Uhh, keep stroking me, bro,” Keith said, his voice heavy with pleasure. 

The combination of sweat and precum lubricated Liam’s hand, and the stroking got so much hotter, so much more pleasurable. Keith’s entire cock was buzzing with bliss. Liam’s fingers were lingering in all the right places, stimulating all of the skin on Keith’s cock. It just felt so perfect. Keith wanted more. He never wanted it to stop.

“Want me to fuck you, bro?” Liam asked.

Keith nodded, his hole desperate for Liam’s sweaty cock.

it is an obedient, obscene, mindless, gaping fuckhole. it is a tool for Masters DickNeed. it is Masters whore. Thank You Master!

MY BOY CODY

MY BOY CODY

“Relax man, you’ll barely even be able to tell it’s you. It will be me you can see in the video. I just wanna show some guys online how fun it is to have someone down at my socks. Besides won’t you enjoy having something to remember today by?”

You ignored your inhibitions and consented. He was right, it was fun to be down there. So fun that you came back again. And again. And again. It was on your 5th visit though that his demeanour changed. He was less playful and more demanding.

“Down!” He commanded.

“Excuse me?” You protested.

“Get down on your knees, or you can fuck off home, I don’t care.”

“Okay?” You said, feeling like you’d upset him.

As you knelt down he stepped behind you and bent your arm painfully behind your back. He slipped a cuff around your wrist, then repeated the same with your other arm. Now your arms were locked behind your back. He sat on the sofa in front of you.

“Listen yeah? I’ve been filming everything we’ve done with a secret camera.” He pulled out his phone and flipped up some videos. Each one clearly showed your face under his smelly socks and feet.

“During our last meet I also went through your wallet and phone when you went to the toilet. Look at this yeah?”

He scrolled through a note saved

“That’s your name and address yeh?” He asked

“What the fuck you creep! Lemme go!”

He slapped you. Hard. Right across the face. Hard enough to topple you to your side. Your cheek ached and you felt slightly dazed. He took his foot and planted on your face as you wriggled on the ground. His feet always had a smell but this time they absolutely stunk like foul sweat.

“Keep that queer little mouth shut faggot, and listen and watch”

Keeping his foot on your face he squatted down showing you more of the note on his phone.

“This is mummy’s and daddy’s phone numbers right? And this is your boss yeah? And this is your sister?”

You whimpered, but he just ground his foot into your face more.

“Answer me faggot !”

“Y y yes” you whimpered.

“‘Yes, sir’ is what you say faggot. Lemme hear you say it”

“Yes Sir!” You managed to stutter out.

“There’s a good foot faggot, now get back to what you love doing best and lick my sweaty feet boy. Oh and I’m gonna be taking a trip to the ATM later fag, I think it’s time you start paying for my services” he let out an evil laugh.