He never looked back as i was following him, enraptured by what i saw, so pristine, so perfect,  I reached for the chip in my pocket, and gratefully fondled it, grasped it, and pulled it out.  As i got close enough, i stuck it to the back of his neck, and watched him freeze.

I watched him become entranced

I watched him resist for a moment, struggling to know what was going on, and then….

I watched him submit.

His arms hanging loosely at his side as everything was blurred, and wiped away.  Ready for me to step in, and tell him i was Master, but it was his beauty that enraptured me, and i would only make him cum.  Because he deserved to, for looking so good, and capturing my eye.

Your reward will be to feel bliss as i service you, and while i do you will feel hollow and blank, and say, Yes Master, but all the time standing still, frozen, enraptured.  

One day, i rented a room to a gentlemen i had seen on numerous occasions.  Sometimes i saw him working, others he would just be reading or surfing.  I could tell he liked to be left alone to his pursuits and passions, but my crush on him grew and grew.  

There was one room that i had specifically influenced, molded, and crafted to my deepest desires, it was the only room that had a pair of headphones already installed.  I had finally finished the link to the audio i desired, needed, and was ready to finally test it out, actually, to amend that, i was finally brave enough to test it out.  Today, it was the only room available, and when my habitual crush showed up, i ushered him in.  

Not surprisingly, he had his own pair of headphones, black, but i was patient.  I waited twenty minutes, and activated the sound system in the muffled walls.  These would calm him, make him suggestible, and I, acting like a simple servant would saunter in, pretending to see how he was doing, but only making sure he would be further suggestible to my  needs.  

Until then, i simply found any excuse i could grasp to go back and forth to the window that let me see in, and i watched, waited til that hint that it was ok to enter.  On what must have been the fifth pass, he had been squarely planted completing his business, but on the next, i saw that he he had slipped his shoes off.  

The insulated subliminals had worked, a deep, desperate desire to relax, unwind.  Anything about you that applies pressure has to go.  Anything tight, constrained, no matter how good it looks on you, has to go…. 

He must need to feel comfortable, a bit of release.  Guys who need to relax, unwind, let go always need to take their shoes off.  The absence of that pressure helps us to relax.  When you come home from work, class, what have you, you take your shoes off, and breath a sigh of relief.  That’s how it is to enter trance, that first step of letting go, that first step of release, and that first step of here, i am taking this off so i can feel better i hope you like it….see it.  

My eyes firmly planted on his socked feet, i entered his cube.  

I tapped the desk, and he blinked his eyes up at me.  He then looked down, embarrassed like something was amiss.   

“Everything ok Sir?  I only ask cause it seemed like you had fallen asleep.”

Yes, he replied, “I must have become engrossed in my work.”  He bunched his socked feet up in the chair like he wanted to hide them from me.  Embarrassed that he had removed his shoes, but i waved him on.  

“Please, this room is yours for as long as you need, but if i may offer a suggestion.  Try these headphones,” offering the white ones, “they have a background audio that inhibits the need to sleep, or get drowsy.

He looks, but doesn’t touch.

“Here, allow me,” I remove the black ones from around his neck, noticing this legs open as the padding tugs along his neck, releasing their ground.  The soft click as i lay them on the table is matched by the steady tapping of his feet.  I step around him, placing the new headphones over his ears.  A gentle clamp to firmly ensconce his head.  The vibration kicks, his head instantly sliding back into my hands.  I hold his lapsed head in my hands, and all i want to do is bend over and touch his lips, but i wait.  Soon he will ask cause i know it’s working, just as i know, he’s going deeper, empty, open, relaxed.  I watch his toes curl, and release, and then I help him slide down a little so his head has back, and close the blinds as i depart.  

I check on  him through the slits the closed shade allows me every fifteen minutes.  

I wait a full hour before returning, locking the door and shutting the lights.  The light of the computer screen illuminates us, it makes his clothes look better than what they are, something sporty, masculine, and i desire for that fake bit to be washed and wiped away.  

I tap him on the shoulder, and he instantly stands.  No emotion, expression, just prompts and response.  I tug on the shirt, and it’s gone.  

But i let him leave the hat.  A weakness of mine, the oversized brill, the shadow it inspires.  Honestly, it’s something to grab and twist.  I like to think of it as a sign that when you grab it, and flip it off, all that can be said from that point is, Yes.  

I had also brought a cloth bag with me.  I unzip it, and pull out a nice button down for when im done with him.  He will look nice, a tie to wear loosely, and i just may let him keep the hat, my weakness strikes again. 

I pad his crotch, and it grows.  My frozen crush, all buttons programmed in, frozen, responding, and still.  The messages inside his head tell him to wait, enjoy, soon you can express and release, but for a few seconds more….I want my frozen boy, standing at mindless attention, triggered to my every touch.

I double checked the blinds, and the lock on the door.  It was already past closing time, and i knew the last few staff were finally leaving, but I would wait, be cautious, and bide my time.  

I turned back to him, and snapped by fingers, he feel to his knees, stuck his arms out, and bowed his head.  I got on mine, and joined him.  My hands on his shoulders, one squeeze, and his stiff, blank induced arms, circled my waste.  For a second, i hesitated, and then i gently pressed my lips against his.

They were soft, even the budding facial hair was soft.  I could only hold myself for a second, and then my mouth opened and pulled and wanted.  I remained silent even though i wanted to my entranced boy that he could speak and ask and demand, i just silently fed in to him.  

I touched the spot between his shoulder blades, and that was the cue for him to get harder and leak.  I wanted him to stain his tracker pants cause he wouldnt be wearing them after today.  I already had a trendy pair of jeans for him to go with the nice shirt and tie.  

I held his pressed, clothed cock between my legs, and i felt the first bit of his will come back, and he grinded in between.  

Yes, do that

I helpless whispered, and obediently, he went at it harder.  The precum leaking from his cock, to his pants, and to mine.  I held him close to me, and just let him fuel his hardon.  His thrust, his eagerness to leak, and his need were all i desired.  His head laid against my chest as he mindless pursued his heat, and i tensed my body to fuel him more, but i couldn’t carry on like this for long.  

I pulled at the back of his head, away from me, eye to eye.  His eyes blurred and focused until they found my face….

Master, I have been programmed to please and obey.

I pulled away, stood, and simply watched him.

He fumbled for a minute, but removed his now wet workout pants, and threw them into the small receptacle nearby.  

Come slave, and i let him approach.  

Yes, Master, I listen and leak.  

I couldn’t resist, and let him close again.  His cock pressed against me, leaking over my chest and now naked groin.  I held his lips tight with mine as the cum stained be, and each time i tugged his hair, he cried, Yes Master.  Eventually. with my groping, i had him against the wall, and that’s when i left him, and went lower, and just let him leak into my mouth.  

You like that slave, i mumbled…

Yes Master, my cum for you.

And i sucked harder, it didn’t take long as his cock was vibrating and tensing.  A few minutes and i was swallowing, possessing him, giving him that release that said it was ok to obey, to belong, to listen and leak.  

Wiping my lips, i stood up, and pressed my hand against him…

No slumping, or falling, get dressed, i want to see you sharp and pretty.

I gave him the clothes, and all the sexual tediousness, and the weakness faded, as he began to look sharp and nice.  

He left his top button open, and the tie hang belong it….

Are you pleased Master?

A hero very rarely has time to rest.  There’s always some emergency, some call to action that must be seen to, and there is never anyone else that can save the day, only the hero.  

Today would turn out to be no different, but earth shattering all the same.  Well, maybe earthshattering is the wrong phrase, how about mind shattering, broken in a million pieces, and scattered like atoms to the far corners of the universe, and what will be left behind……

Our hero came to the forest to feel the peace and calm that eluded him in the major cities.  Here, he didn’t have to stunt his hearing to avoid the clatter and clash of everyday urban misfortune.  He could tell you the secrets of every neighbor within a ten mile radius, and it wore him down.  The constant stream of thoughts that were never his own.  

In the woods, it took little effort to close the world off, but for our hero, there is never a moment to rest.  

The cry comes from deeper in the forest, an nondescript voice calling for help.  Our hero flies slowly above the tree line, scanning for any sign of shelter or abode.  The cry leads him to a small cabin, he sense no heat or body signs, but the cry continues.  The hero hesitates going in, floating above the ground in order to stay as quiet as possible.  He pushes the door open only to find what appears to be an abandoned cabin.  

Then the cry again, “help me,” and just as the hero centers his attention on the origin of the cry, a small radio, it changes its tune.  There is one long shriek that hammers his ultra powerful hearing, driving him down to the ground.  Covering his ears does no good, it still penetrates.  Over and over into his mind, weakening his resolve, and he continues to squirm on the floor.  

Then it stops, but our hero is still to bruised to stand.  He doesn’t notice the walls change.  The four rotted wood walls seamlessly transition to screens, and they pulse and radiate as they broadcast four simultaneous spirals.  Our hero is still crumpled on the floor, and doesn’t notice the change.  He also doesn’t notice another man materialize from behind him.  

This man, this villain, ignores the hero, and glides to the radio, switching it over to a steady, mind altering beat.  A sonic wailing, each note a long drawn out brush of the brain.  

Each sequence strokes his mind, and he just focuses on it, staying on the ground, relaxing.  The hero could almost recover, but the villain will not give him the chance, pulling our hero up so he could be on his knees, watching the spiral as others should be.  Always watch the spiral on your knees.  

“Welcome hero, if you can still understand me, and even if you could, you wont for long.  Some call me a Villain, others, YesSleep, when we are done, you will call me, Master YesSleep.”

The hero doesn’t answer finding his attention overwhelmed, his eyes and ears bombarded by the subliminals from the radio and walls, but in the back of the hero’s mind, there is still resistance.  

“No, Im strong, your tricks will not work on me.  You will regret your actions here this day.”  With a heroic effort, he is able to close his eyes, and cover his ears for a moment, saving himself from the YesSleep’s manipulations.  

“No, i don’t think i will, matter of fact, i think i will be the one rewarded, YesSleep is fond of being rewarded, and i think you have a long overdue package for me.”

The villain watches the hero try to regain control of himself, resisting the urge to submit.  This was his favorite part, as they always made the same mistake, never getting up off their knees.  Heros always submit so much better on their knees, but sadly, today, Master YesSleep wanted to speed things along.  From his pocket, the villain pulls out a small mechanical device.  It looks like a chip of some sort.  The resisting hero, in his effort to stem the influential mind control, had left his neck exposed.  The metal is place on the Hero’s neck, and it quickly shows signs of life, sending an electrical charge to the hero’s brain.  The chip expands, producing eight extensions that branch out from the base, and crawl down the hero’s back.  Six slip below his spandex collar, and penetrate his back, injecting themselves into his body, and two stay, burrowing into his neck, taking almost complete physical control.  

The hero’s eyes open, and his hands reach out in from of him.  The only control he has is his speech, but only barely.

Realizing, as he listens and watches, how much he wants to submit.  His mind turns to his utility belt, and he wishes someone would take it off.  

Master YesSleep is happy to do so, detaching the buckles, and tossing it to a corner.  He only lets the hero’s pants fall slightly, the elastic band still tight enough to press against the hero’s package.  

Listen and Obey

No, the hero sighs, but it took so much effort, much easier to just let the back of his mind feel the pressure on his package. 

YesSleep, it will feel so much better when you do.

No, but our hero is so much weaker, almost gone now.  One more push.  The device in the back of his neck sends another jolt into his system, and the precum leaks.  

YesSleep

And our hero replies

Yes, i want to sleep.   Yes, i will sleep.  Yes, I must sleep.  

At that moment, our hero’s eyes change color, and he is enslaved.  The sounds and spirals having finally taken their toll, and turning our hero into a simple, mindless SuperSlave.

I looked down at him, and just knew i needed him to obey.  I just had to make sure he looked into my eyes.  He would be the next hero to be turned. He will do nicely in my Master’s army.

Under the guise of my heroic persona, I had been serving Master faithfully, as a reward, I was allowed to turn the next hero on the list. We had worked together in the past, and he knew my civilian identity, turning him will be easy.

He didn’t notice me standing over him.  So engrossed in his comic, maybe he was enraptured by Spider man’s ass.  Good chance he was already gay, all gay men love Spiderman, no matter where, or how, you see him, he always had a perfectly clad ass, that tight bubble always tight, always firm.  

I snatched the book from his hand, close it, and hold the holographic cover before his eyes, the reflection flashing in his eyes.  

“What!”

I turn and twist the sparkling cover, and speak.  

Just focus on the light, and relax.  Your eyes refuse to close, held open by the heat of the sun, and the reflection before you.  It sparkles, it shines, it holds you in place, no longer able to move, only listen.  

Much better, keep your eyes open. Just listen to my words, it’s only me. Remember how good it feels to read if your heroic exploits. You want to reach up, and grab the book back, but with each failed attempt, your dropping arm sends you deeper and deeper.

I pull the book away as he reaches for it.

Once, and deeper.

Twice, and deeper.

Thrice, and deeper.

His eyes close, and his chin hits his chest. It’s time to prepare him.

Good boy, so much better relaxed, and listening. Think about your old life, helping people, saving the day, stopping all the bad things that happen in the world. You’ve made a difference, satisfied…..heavy…..listening still.

There’s a small smile on his lips as my thoughts sink in. His head so limp, I know in his mind, he’s back in costume. Saving the day, stopping the bad guys, but not for much longer.

But there’s a problem, everyone hates you. They attack you, are envious of you. They don’t appreciate the lives you’ve saved. They only see a troublemaker, a fiend, a villain.

His head begins to lift in response to my words. It’s sinking in, but bothering him. He spreads his legs open, and leans back, resisting the truth, but the thought has been planted.

Why save the day when you can have it? Ungrateful people, wretches, they treat you like the bad guy cause you are. Time to embrace your desires, and be like me.

His eyes open, and he is up, fast. He grabs me, and swings us into the air. He’s still resisting, but now he’s aware. I can tell he’s angry about my change, and betrayal.

What has come over you? Why are you acting like this? I’m going to fix this, trust me, you’ll be ok.

Instead of responding, I take the stunner Master gave me, and shock him with enough force to level a building. He falls, but I catch him, Master has given me the power to fly. It only takes a few seconds to get him home.

Master is in the shadows, waiting for us. I can tell he’s eager to convert my friend, make him like us. The light from his ring draws my eyes arousing me as I lay my friend on the bed. He doesn’t struggle as I remove his civilian cloths.

The stunner is also effective at making him compliant. He lets me change him into his uniform, and simply lays back down. I finish, and prop him up on the bed, and look him in the eyes.

It’s much better to be like me. I’m much happier now, and richer. It’s better this way, be bad like me. It will feel good to obey. Obey your Master.

Obey my Master, he whispers, and I pet his cock as a reward.

Obey my Master.

Obey my Master.

He gets louder as his cock gets harder. I pull his waist open, and start to please him. Each sigh and groan is another gasp of Master.

Master steps forward with his ring, and holds my friends head down as he is injected. I suck harder.

My friend freezes, his eyes opening and fluttering as the conversion takes place. His legs open wide, and I hold them as his eyes roll back. He’s much more acceptingof the change than I was. His eyes slow down. The reprogramming is finished. He looks down on me with a hateful smile, sinister, corrupt, and the he grabs my hair, pulling me off his cock.

No, you don’t get to swallow.

He throws me in the corner, laughing at me.

You’re weaker than I am. I think I will just cum on your useless face, and then send you out on a job. The cum will stay there until I say otherwise.

He walks over to me, stroking slightly, he’s more dominate now. He was never like this before. I kneel, and put my face at his cock.

Good boy, just hold still. You wanted me like this, and now you’re going to get it. He looks up as his cock shudders, spraying me completely.

The agent then snapped his fingers, and the aspiring model suddenly stood up straighter, quickly nodding in agreement to hide hide his sudden loss of focus.  Of course he knew it would be hard work.  His eyes lingered on the agent for a second more then as he turned the new model followed.  

Here is where i want you to watch the orientation video.  It goes over a variety of routines that you will soon become very familiar with, the hours that you are expected to do, the locations we work out of, and various details about sleeping well and refraining from activity that would tax the face and body. 

Oddly, it was a typical photo shoot set.  There seemed to be some low siiting areas to relax all covered in white cloth.  The lights were on, shining down, and there were cameras all around.  

Just find a place to get comfortable, in front of the TV preferably, and we can begin. 

Sure, and he found a spot on the floor since that was really the only place to sit, and watched as the agent flicked the TV on, and left the room.  

Welcome, you are embarking on a new journey.  At the end of this video you will find yourself more than ready to be an effective model for our brand.  Please begin by opening your legs, and relaxing.  

The screen flashed several times, and he felt that glazed confusion when he had first begun talking to the trainer.  

You have done so well already, keeping yourself prim, proper, pretty.  It’s what you like to be, it’s what you want to be.

Legs still open, the model watched as a bright beam left the plastic and electric confines of the television set, and simply seemed to trail through the air covering the distance from the TV to his forehead.  It inched closer to him, and his eyes wetly burned as it luminescence crept closer to him.  It had trailed half the distance now, and the TV spoke again. 

You like this, the heavy feeling of pleasing, of being wanted.  It feels good to be the center of attention.  All that matters is the bright lights, and then they flash.

Then the lights above him flashed again, over and over, and the model felt compelled to show off.  He turned over, and showed off his side, his body, and as the lights flickered more, he lifted his ass in the air.  It was almost like he was already a model.  He needed to show off, he must show off, he will show off.  

Simple repetition, over and over, that’s what it was about to be a model.  Open your legs again, turn over again, show off again, and as he performed and showed himself, the light crept closer.  As it inches closer to him, the model is consumed with all forms of pleasing.  It’s good to be the center of attention, all you are is something to look at, empty, blank, perfect.  Is this how you want to be, the TV asked.  

Yes Sir, the model replied, and he sat back up, legs apart, ready to hear more.  

Then the light hit him.  

His posing stopped as the beam hit his forehead, and he simply rocked back and forth, leaving all his poses behind.  His eyes, already receptive, blinked rapidly as the beam drilled into him.  His hands briefly left the firm surface of the floor, and lifted up in front of him, dragged forward, just as his thoughts were as they were taken from him, leaving him empty, blank, and hollowed out.  His socked feet twitched and stuttered as he was now being completely brainwashed.  

The beam pushed him back against the walls, his arms and legs slumped behind him as the mental penetration continued.  Now becoming the model he was supposed to be, his head tilted up as the brainwashing grew in force, harsher, stronger, completely subjegating him.  

As the beam forced itself into his mind, his cock forced itself to tent in his briefs.  As his cock strutted out leaking profusely, the beam took his freewill just as hard.  As his cock leaked, his brainwashed mind leaked who he was, what he liked, and what he wanted.  His mouth hanging open as the beam mind wiped and programmed him, and he opened and closed his legs to make his cock leak.  All this meant that he embraced his brainwashing, but it couldn’t last forever.  

The beam had to shut off, and it did.  At that moment, the agent walked back in.  

Watching the his model slump to the floor, almost kneeling and worshiping.  The agent simply muttered, would you like to cum in your shorts?

Yes Master, he instantly replied.  I am your model, your toy, your slave, and he arched back as his cock shot out streams of cum, staining his shorts, and leaking out of the seams of his briefs.

Good Model, you are now ready for your first shoot.  Good thing it will be just in a pair of jeans, but topless.  You are a bit wet. 

I met him on the bus. I usually don’t talk to people, but on this rare occasion, I was able to function and talk back.

I had seen him often, and knew we got off at the same stop, and today, we would walk back together.

I fondled the things in my pocket as we walked, he talked about his girlfriend a lot, his tone and manor hyping up as he thought if her, discussed her, but I would suffer it cause this mental state would help me.

My house was before his so I knew I had to do it now, or not at all, especially before he decided to share his feelings about her lady parts, “ughhh, it makes my cock so fucking……,”

I struck.

I took the chip from my pocket, and attached it to his forehead. His hand started to go up as he stopped to puzzle at what I did, but the chip would react instantly. It lit up, flashing on his forehead, and his hand fell.

It was cute, his face and expression stumbling. He kept blinking, like the force of his eyelids would make the computer chip fall off, but it was far to late. The minute to act was gone, if he had been able to muster the strength to snatch it off, I would be getting my ass kicked right now, or maybe I would be the one being subjegated.

What have you done to me?

I could tell he was struggling, his eyes focusing on me in anger as the programming rewired his head. He shook slightly as his body heat turned up, searing the free will from his brain.

Right now, as your fists clench, and your body tenses, your mind is being changed, reprogrammed, controlled. The chip I attached to your head will make you an obedient slave. You must be filling with cum right now?

Don’t………

I put my hand on his hardening cock, and he sighs a little.

That’s it, give in. Your cock is telling you to submit to me, your mind reaffirms this, for your cock to stay hard it must be so. Submit to me.p> I….want to…submit

I….need to…submit

I must obey.

I will obey.

Reprogramming close to completion. Brainwashing successful.

His eyes softened, and eventually turn off completely, vacant and blank. The brainwash was fast.

I am ready to obey. I await orders.

He followed me out of the bar anyways.

He must have been brave, or desperate, cause I went down alleys, and it was apparent the neighborhood was getting seedier. I slipped in the back door of an old, foreclosed store, and waited.

Over the toppled chairs, and more retail debris, he climbed until he was in the space I had prepared in the center of the room.

Everything in the old store front was dust covered and discarded. Except for the curtain separating us, it was new, out of place. More to a theater than whatever this store had been. I drop it, and get ready to enjoy the show.

There’s an audience, and my prey takes a few steps back.  Obviously he’s not into exhibitionism, but that will change.  His pressing concern isn’t the audience though, ah, but he’s found that too.  

His eyes scroll up, and find the sixty inch television hanging from the ceiling.  

It blinks on as it descends, turning into a red and black spiral that blends together, always blending together as you look in the center, and follow.  

His head twitches back, and his eyes follow.  He blinks, and then blinks some more then his eyes stay open.  His arms fall to his side as the spiral digs in, feeling much more relaxed now.  

No longer curious about where he was, or what was going on.  Just settling in letting the spiral do its work.  

His head begins to roll around with the spiral, watching, entranced, feeling so good now.  

Never thinking that walking through that door would change his mind, and now it is changing.

The spiral stops, and pulses on the screen, flashing into his face, deeply controling him.  

His mouth drops, and i approach…..

Time for programming.  

People had been disappearing lately, at first no one paid any mind, it was a small dying town, people left.  It was one of those typical scenerios where all the young people left, either by foot, by bus, or their own automobile.  Past the waving fields of nothing, of plants and crops they no longer wished to name, no longer wishing to be a part of.  Reach the right age, and you realize, it’s either the fields, or the central store if you’re lucky.  It appeared typical, but it wasn’t, first of all, it was just the men.  Second, they were never heard from again, and lastly, there were odd sounds out in the abandoned fields.  Too mechanical, too high tech, no, something was definitely not right.  

Ben was one of the lucky ones, his hands soft, his hair wasn’t scared by the weather, or the hard work that came every crop season.  He simply worked the front of the town’s only general store, and made sure it was stocked for the customers.  

Usually, he was the only one working.  It wasn’t bad until a day like today, and he had to do inventory.  Going over the rows of product, counting what was left, what was needed, numbers swirling constantly, and finally getting everything down on the order package, he was ready to take it to the postoffice.  

There was only a need for his light hoodie, pulling it over his head before checking to make sure noone was left in the store before locking up.  

The streets were quiet, only one or two cars parked on the road.  It was only a block or two to the local postoffice, if he hurried, he could be back before any customers were lining up at the entrance, but most people knew it was inventory day, so they would stay away until later.  

As Ben walked,  he didn’t take notice of the van idled on the curb only a few houses down from the shop.  It’s engine hummed quietly, but inside was a man who was watching Ben closely.  This was the moment he was waiting for, grabbing his remote, he stepped out of the car to follow.  Quickly catching up to only just a few paces behind Ben, watching the back of his head, and watching his feet lift off the ground one step after another.  

They weren’t far from the post office, and it was time to get started if anything was going to get done.  He lifted the device, aiming it at the back of Ben’s head, pressing the switch and nothing more.  

Ben stopped in his tracks, and simply ran his hand through his black hair, stopping at the base of the skull to scratch as he took a few struggled steps forward.  He looked around, but wasn’t really taking anything in.  He slapped himself in the forehead, and got moving again.  

The man followed, the device still in his hand, already signs looked promising.  Seeing Ben stop and stutter, he watched Ben put his hand on the door to his destination before aiming and pressing the button again.  This time Ben buckled, holding his head before standing back up straight, simply blank for a moment, maybe entranced by his absent mental state in the windowpane.  A few moments passed until Ben was able to shake himself aware, and enter.  

Ben’s eyes, body, and mind still groggy as he places his money on the counter, and feebly put the packaged envelope before the clerk.  

You ok Ben, he asks.  Ben waves him away, rubbing his head, not noticing the man who had been following him enter one more time, aim and fire.  

Ben leans over the counter, vertigo taking over, completely overwhelmed.  

You sure you ok?

Swallowing, Ben nods, leaves the exact amount owed on the counter, and follows the man out the door.  The door chiming as he exits, he stands outside not sure which way to turn, or what to do next.  His headache fading, but still confused, lost.  

Before his eyes, he sees snapping fingers…..

Follow….you want to follow…you need to follow

Ben remains speechless, but nods and follows.  Ben’s head falls, as he follows the man’s feet back to the van.  Following his steps as he leads him further, unable to break from the fugue overtaking him.  After a few more steps, his head lifts as the van door slides open, and he enters the darkness

His head lifts again as the engine turns, and does he.  Wuh, what….

The device is pointed at him again, and his confusion is taken away.  Ben follows the light of the device before falling back, and sleeping.  The Van takes off.  After a few turns, the driver puts a CD into the slot, and the vehicle is filled with subliminals and mantras.  

Ben tosses and turns as they hit his ears, never sitting back up, just rolling a little as the sounds fill….complete…and subdue him.  Relax…follow….listen….leak….al you have to do.  In the back seat, Ben opens his legs fully accepting of the messages coming, fully accepting of the need to relax, the need to follow, the need to listen, and the need to leak.  

On and on, and it goes, and it follows, and it listens, and it leaks.  

The van reaches the city limits, and eventually turns at a field that has long been repossessed, taken over, and converted to a new purpose.  A quiet bit of farm stretch, and the van burns the dust in the abandoned surroundings.  The van’s dust settles on the forgotten crops, and the driver exits the vehicle.  

He opens the side door, and snaps his fingers.  

Ben sits up, his arms stretching out before him to follow the sound, and he takes a few blunt motions to exit the vehicle.  His eyes half closed as he follows this man into the barn.  It’s dark inside, but Ben is able to follow as the driver leads him to a lift that has no purpose in being here.  A metal barricade, and a circular pad, the lights hum, and Ben’s head throbs a little, but only to make him leak more, not to hurt, and it descends.  

The elevator shudders as it drops, Ben already has his head back down, but the it drops, lower and lower.  A few seconds go by, and the driver lifts Ben’s head, peeling back his eyes.  The walls of the shaft begin to fill with spirals as they continue their descent.  Ben shudders, beginning to vibrate all over, and they descend, lower and lower as the spirals penetrate, and they continue to go lower, deeper.

Ben feels his eyes engorge, relax, and open again, continuing to be consumed by the machinations of his trappers.  His cock has already begun to leak, staining his khakis with one more forceful leak as the elevator stops and the door opens.  

Ben steps out first, and his arms simply life as he waits.

The driver takes his shoulder and leads him down the hallway, and the spirals pick up again.  Unable to resist their influence, he continues to leak as they go down the hallway.  

The door opening to a dimly lit room, and Ben is simply taken to a chair. The usual follows, but is it necessary to strap the legs and ankles.  

The driver looks at the manacles, and wonders.  Ben lifts his head, eyes still half close….

Please Sir, strap me to the chair, I am ready.

and it’s done

The manacles take Ben’s head, and lift it up, tightening and forcing it toward to the ceiling.  He feels something attach to his eyelids, and they open wider.  Something in him triggers, and he struggles to wake, to fight, to become aware again.  

A machine in the ceiling comes to life, and a beam begins to emit, coming closer and closer to Ben’s head.  From behind, a mechanical arm detaches from the chair, and reaches for his neck, a shiny chip at its tip.  

They both come closer as Ben’s eyes open and close to the penetrating light in the ceiling even as his mind struggles to fight.  His wrists and ankles lift weakly, but it’s no use.

The chip is pushed into the back of his neck, and the beam hits his head, and it begins.  Ben’s eyes open as the brainwashing begins, the beam of light touches his forehead and the skin tightens as it soaks in.  Behind his head, the metal arm pierces his flesh to insert the chip, his programming.  Feeling nothing as it goes into the flesh of his neck, attaching to his spine, all information received.  The microchip is inserted and the arm releases as Ben becomes completely frozen, a shudder receptacle to what comes next.  

eyes wide open now, a whole begins to form in his forehead as the beam burns its way in, opening his mind.  The process doesn’t take long as the chip in his brain stem branches out, rewiring his mind, and reaching toward the front.  Sheathing the lobes of his brain, completely brainwashing him.  The beam delivering the message, Drone leak, Drone Cum, Drone obey.  The chip continuing to influence and change his mental lobes.  

Ben remains frozen in the chair, continuing to leak.  The driver comes over and removes his Vans and pants, leaving him in his socks, boxer briefs and hoodie.  The driver watches Ben shudder and change, the wetness of his briefs growing.  Watching the complete brainwashing of local boy Ben.  

The chip has done it’s job, and the metal shards appear.  Open and close as the beam enters.  

The driver snaps his fingers, and the metal hypno trap on Ben’s head opens.  

Perfect, he sighs

Ben stands, his arms reaching out, the metal hypno trap in his head opening and closing.  

The outer quadrant was calming with it’s constellations, and many voluptuous moons almost dwarfing the planets their axis were beholden to serve and follow.  The multitude of elements, or the void of elements, could never mar him.  He couldn’t feel the difference.  His personal force field prevented anything touching his physical being.  David simply flew through the outer borders of known space, looking for anything distracting.  Even the cold of deep space didn’t touch him, just focusing on the unknown sights, and the potential for something different.   

The communicator in his belt began to vibrate.  David tilted a small muscle in his neck to answer.  Almost like a bow, and the message would ring in his ear.  He shuddered as the first audibles entered his ears.  The receiving end was overwhelming to his ears, echoing throughout his inner field.  A desperate cry for help, it sounded like they were marooned, being pulled into an immense alien vessel.  The piercing pleas only broken by the poor crackle of desperate communication.  It wasn’t far from the borders of known space, and with another slight flex, he had his route planned.  

He just had to show up for orientation day, and his career path would be set.   

Javier entered the lobby, and snuck into the restroom to make sure he looked perfect.  He straightened the crease in his pants, and ran some water over tissue paper to ensure his shoes were clean.  

He entered the conference room, and took the last seat.  

The administrator nodded, and the lights went dim, and the video started.  

It began with simple power point detailing mission statements and goals.  

Underneath though, the subliminals began their work.  Laying the foundation for the hook in their minds.  They paid attention, and some took notes, bringing their heads up and down, checking the screens and writing down what was important.  the presentation went on and on.  

Eventyally, the boys, not the girls, stopped making notes on their pads, and simply stared at the screen.   The woman left the room, they didn’t know why, and we didn’t care, but the men stayed, and watched the screen as it changed.  

Once the men were left, the mission statements, and rules, disappeared.  Replaced by a spiral, and Javier, and the other men watched never changing their expression, and becoming frozen in place.  

The orientation video did it’s work, hypnotizing the applicants into obedient worker drones.  

They stood frozen as the spiral did it’s work, hypnotizing them into obedience.  

The video ended, and the lights came back on, it was time to go to work.

Javier knew what was expected of him.  He pulled his pants up, and turned to the man next to him, his partner, and kissed him. 

good girls nod and fall into the spiral…

bad girls want to prove they’re stronger than the spiral and keep staring into the spiral…