#(polo)

On July 10th is my birthday!

"Your new life begins today Vincent, you are now a pristine preppy boy. I've taken the liberty of upgrading your wardrobe. You will only wear collard shirt from now on. Pastel polos always tucked in. Chinos and loafers, your nice belts. It all feels so much better on you, don't you agree?" "Yes Sir" Vincent said, with a wide smile emanating from his face. There wasn't a single thought other than total obedience, and that was so swell, just how he liked it. It was just earlier that day that the rugged boy who went by the name "chaz" had run into a well dressed older man. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, blue tie and jacket all tailored to him. He spotted the boy trying to act tough, trying to be cool. Once the older man, now known as "Master" had hypnotized Chaz on the spot, he began to reprogram him and change his life for the better. His new name was Vincent, it suited him much better. He lived with Master as his obedient servant, nothing but obedience for good preppy boys like him. Of course his wardobe had to change, tracksuits and ripped jeans are not suitable for a good preppy boy. Pink polos now lined his new wardrobe. Beige chinos lay neatly pressed, waiting to have a belt wrapped tightly around them. Oxford shirts, crisp white shirts, all ready to be worn on a different occasion.

But most importantly was masters brainwashing. 3 hours, daily, of course. Nothing less to make Vincent the perfect obedient boy he is suppposed to be. He always wears his preppy uniform now, his favorite is the pink polos, because it makes him feel even more submissive. It matches the pink cage that master put on him to help his training.

His hair is slicked back using the strongest hypno gel. Not a strand is ever out of place, just how master likes it. Vincent is his servant, and toy for when Master invites other dominant men around to use Vincent, and Vincent loves every second of it. It deepens his training, being used while dressed properly and locked up.

At the Gym his polos are tight fitting to show of his muscles, a good preppy boy should be in shape after all. But he always looks formal.

Vincent ran into one of his older friends once, and they were rather confused as to what had happened, but seeing Vincents blissed out face and demanour, they were intrigued. So Vincent invited them back to Masters house, where after examination by master, they were put in a deep trance and made to be just like Vincent. Masters army will continue to grow, if you ever run into a pristine preppy boy, you could be next...