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Earphones01
Yeah, Gavin's a real pal for letting me try out these earplugs, thought Trevor. The sound is so clear, better than anything I've ever had. But that buzz in the background's kind of annoying. Maybe it's the� recording itself. Feel so relaxed though. Just want to let go, let someone else take control of me. Why am I thinking that� doesn't matter. Don't need to think, just feel. Feel� horny, being controlled makes me so horny. God, I've never felt this horny in my life. Yes, obedience is good. Obeying the master is so, so good. Must keep listening. The more I listen, the more I obey. Free to let go, my life, so hard. I'm, I'm so hard. Have to find Gavin, he'll take me to the master. Want to, to be his slave, obey the master, satisfy the master, get more guys for the master. He'll reward me for getting more hot guys for him. Gotta call Gavin, but, but, listen longer. Relax, horny, obey.
Later�
"Very good, Gavin. A hairy one, nice." The master ran his hand over Trevor's chest. Trevor shivered, moaning at his master's touch, getting harder in anticipation of the things the master would do to him. "Get naked, Trevor, and in bed with me. Initiation time."
Earphones02
"Where am I? Why can't I move?" Ben's mind felt foggy, he was finding it hard to focus.
"My private beach, Ben," said a man stepping into view. "As to why you can't move, there was a problem with your reprogramming."
"Reprogramming? What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?"
"Me? I am your master. Or will be, once we get you sorted out. Isn't that right, Lane?"
Ben's muscular friend was now beside the other man. Lane was naked, hard, and looking at Ben like he was some hot chick he wanted to screw. "Yes, master, he'll make a great slave for you."
"Lane, what the fuck?!"
"Fuck is exactly what Lane's going to do to you. Sometimes Ilike letting the new ones get broken in by my more experienced slaves before I try them out."
"You can't get away with this, man. The police are going to catch you."
"They haven't so far. But enough of this. It looks like the set Lane gave you had a loose connection, so only one of the earbuds worked. You only got half the effect of the reprogramming. Enough for you to be put into a trance and obey simple commands, but not convert you into a slave. We'll fix that. Lane?"
Lane went to Ben and touched his left hand. "Let go." Ben hadn't realized he was holding something, but he now let go of whatever it was. When it came into his eyeline, he saw it was the player Lane had given him. Lane took out the earbud that was still in Ben's right ear. The fog in Ben's mind started to clear, but before he could do anything, Lane had put earbuds in both ears.
Touching Ben's left hand again, Lane said, "Hold this." Ben grasped what felt like another player.
"I checked carefully, Ben, and everything with this set is working perfectly. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again."
Ben didn't care anymore what the man was saying. He felt calm, relaxed.
"Get the rest of his clothes off, Lane. It's been a while since I've watched the reprogramming happen; I only see the end result. In a weird way, I'm glad Ben's set wasn't working right."
Ben felt Lane pull his pants and underwear down, then lift each foot out of them. He now stood naked before the two men. Naked and getting hard. He thought, as much as he could think, that he should be embarrassed, but he felt nothing but relaxed and horny. This was how he should be in front of his master. "Master?"
"Ah, it's starting to really kick in. I am your master. You will obey me. You want to obey me."
"No, let me� go. Please. Don't want to be� a� slave. Don't want you to� be� my� master. Be my� master. Master. Please be� my master. Obey, want to� obey� my master."
"There, that's more like it. It shouldn't be that long before you're my willing slave. You were partway there already. I'll leave you in Lane's capable hands."
"Don't� go. Want you to�make me do whatever you� want. Want to� obey you."
"You will, soon enough. But you're Lane's reward, and you need to get some experience under you belt. Don't worry, you'll be with me soon enough. And then I'll make you do all sorts of things. Just relax and let yourself come under my control."
"I will, relax. Want you to, control me. Want to be, yours, totally."
"You will be, Ben. You will be.
Earphones03
"Why's coach making us listen to this stupid training CD?" said Ethan, thinking out loud. He was alone by the training pool. "Why couldn't he just tell us what he wants or something? But he said he was going to test us on it, so I guess I gotta listen. The music's really mellow. Relaxs you. Yeah. I do need to work out more. Can swim better if I'm stronger. Need to focus on trarining, not be distracted by parties and girls. Training with the guys is better than any party or girl."
Without thinking, his hand slipped into his speedo, stroking his rapidly growing hardon. "Yeah, the guys. So hot. Why didn't I notice before. Spend so much time training, working out, makes us hot, so hot. And girls are so fucking complicated. You never know what they want. Guys want only one thing, mostly. Sex. Guys are simple. Why shouldn't guys get it on with other guys?"
Ethan pulled his hardon completely out of his speedos and began stroking faster. "It'd be so much simpler to just fuck around with other guys and train. Do what I was told. Not think, just obey the coach and the master."
Ethan frowned. "The master? Who's the master? Obey the coach, sure, but, but. The coach follows orders too, doesn't he? Someone tells him what to do. That must be the master. And if I should obey the coach, I sure should obey whoever is telling him what to do. The master must be powerful. So, so powerful. I couldn't resist the master. I wouldn't want to resist the master. I want to obey him, like a slave. Be a slave. The whole team should be his slaves. God I'm so horny. Want the master to use me, to be inside me, to fuck my hard young naked body. Oh god, oh master, fuck meeeeee!!!"
With that, Ethan exploded all over his chest, some reaching his chin. He had never cum so hard before. It was all he could do not to completely black out.
After a few minutes, his breathing and heart slowed. He rubbed his hand over his chest, getting as much of his cum as he could. Licking his fingers clean, he thought how good it tasted. He took off the headphones and tucked himself back into his speedos, then jumped in the pool and swam a few laps.
Getting out, he headed for the showers. Then, he thought, I need to go see the coach so he can bring me to the master. I hope the rest of the team are slaves by now. I want to taste all their cum. But the master's the most. It'll be the best, I know it.
Earphones04
"Hey, little bro, how's it going?"
"Great! I'd like you to meet a new friend of mine. Maestro, this is my big brother Allen. Allen, this is the Maestro."
"Nice to meet, Allen. Ben has told me so much about you. And Maestro's not me real name, obviously. It's kind of a joke with Ben, since I created the player and headset you've been using the past few days."
"You came up with this? Man, you're going to make a fortune with it. The sound quality's better than any iPod or anything else. You looking for investors, Maestro?"
"No, I'm set in that regard. I'm the Master in more ways than one. Get it? Master, Maestro, Master."
Allen's eyes lost focus and he grinned stupidly. "Yeah, Master. You're the Master. You're my Master."
"Yes, I am. Splendid! Worked better than I'd hoped. You are huge, Allen, even more than your brother." The Master looked down at Allen's ballooning swim trunks. "Humungous, it looks like. Let's get you to my place, because that is going to attract a lot of attention. I want to compare you two thoroughly, inch by inch. May take all night, but I am nothing if not dedicated to getting to know my slaves as much as possible. I have a feeling you're going to be an outstanding addition. Before we go, though, give me an ab crunch and a few quick pec pops."
"Right way, Master!"
"Yes, outstanding. Let's get out of here, guys. I am really feeling the need for some brotherly loving."
Earphones05
"You saw our ad online? Terrific. Yes, Bruce is our most popular handyman. He's excellent at handling the equipment. You have equipment of your own? Bruce is only authorized to use our company equipment. But he can show you how to handle your equipment for a small extra fee. A tanktop and short-shorts? Certainly. Attire is at the customer's discretion and no extra charge. Payment in full 48 hours in advance. A 50% refund if you're not fully satisfied. But we haven't had to give a refund yet. Thank you, sir, he'll be there next Friday night, and be with you for the full day. Yes, I'm sure he'll be more than able to clean all your pipes. Have a nice day."
The master hung up and turned to the object of the conversation. Bruce was working out across the room, curling 40 pound barbells while doing squats. He was also completely naked.
"Keep up the good work, Bruce. You're going to make me a tidy sum. Who knew muscley nerd look would be so popular? It is with me, that's for sure. Speaking of which." The master stripped off his clothes and stretched out face up on the floor. "Get over here and do those squats on my dick. I love it when you're working out while I'm fucking you."
"As you wish, Master" Bruce stood over the master and lowered himself until he was fully impaled. Then he rose and lowered, rose and lowered while still doing curls. "Uhhh, inside me, need you, uhhh, inside me. Love being, uhhh, your slave."
Earphones06
"Sleep, Nick, my muscled giant. Sleep while the programming goes deeper and deeper into your mind. When you awaken, your only thoughts will be about getting bigger to please me, but also more flexible. Oh, and having sex with whomever I choose. Big dumb pumped up sex machine is your future, Nick. On all fours, on your back with your knees at your ears, a dick poking the back of your throat, it'll all make you happier than anything. Sleep, Nick, and continue your descent into my eternal servitude."
Earphones07
"This message is for Donovan. I'm with Padrone International. We're a relatively new advertising agency, and are starting up a big underwear campaign. We're looking for models, and saw you on modelmayhem. You are just what we're looking for. We pay 10% above standard, and if the campaign is successful, there's a bonus. If you're interested, our first shoot is in five days. I've also sent you a file with our contract and details about the shoot location. Hope to see you!"
Five days later�
"Donovan, so nice to meet you. The interviewer had nothing but good things to say about you, so I'm looking forward to us working together."
"Me too. How do we start?"
"Go over there behind that screen. There's several pair of underwear. Put on the black ones first." After a few minutes. "Great! You look great in those. Now get on the set and put on those headphones. How do they feel?"
"Really comfortable. So are the underwear."
"Great! Now turn on the player and dance around, slowly. That's great! Yes, yes, keep doing that. Turn to the side and keep moving. Terrific! Now turn back to me. How are you feeling?"
"I'm� feeling� good. Relaxed."
"Great! You're responding perfectly. You'll be a total slave to me in no time."
"What�slave� no." Donovan reached up to take off the headphones, but felt like he was moving through mud.
"Ah, ah, ah, we can't have that." The photograppher pesssed a button on his camera. The music became louder. Donovan's arms moved even more slowly. They reached the headphones, then stopped. He was frozen, staring at nothing, not even blinking.
"That's better. You'll stay like that, my pretty, until the reprogramming finishes. Then we'll see what you're like out of the underwear. From the looks of things, you're ample if not overabundant. Which is fine with me. More than a mouthful can be such a waste."
Earphones08
"You're Donovan's friend, Hunter, right? He recommended you highly. If you've got the work ethic he says, you'll fit in perfectly. Now go behind that screen and change into the white silk boxers, then go on the set and put on the headphones and turn on the music."
While Hunter was behind the screen, the photographer continued more quietly. "Yes, Hunter, I'm looking forward to seeing how well your mouth and ass fit around my dick. And I'll have you grow out your hair. 'Cause it's always nice to have something to hang on to."
Earphones09
"Wowzers! With a body and dick like that, Parker, I almost don't want to share. But I'll put you out there anyway. If you bring in what I think you will, it'd be a waste not to. Hurry up, reprogramming already! I am needing some of your hot muscle love now, you gorgeous stud."
Earphones10
"Time to reinforce your conditioning, Zach. Put the headphones on, there's a good little musclehead. Just repeat what you hear. Believe it, absorb it, become it. Continue until I instruct you otherwise. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then I'll return in a while. Begin."
"I'm too small, must work out more. Don't think, must work out more. Make Master happy, must work out more. Obedience to Master makes him happy, must work out more. My world is exercise and sex, must work out more. Must work out more, must work out more.
Earphones11
"What, who, where, huhhh?"
"Try not to think, Jackson, it's easier that way. Resistance is, as they say, useless. I wanted to watch as the programming changed you."
"Changed me, huhh?"
"Your life is so stressful. I'm going to take that all away. Everything will be so much easier. I'll make all your choices for you. Like your clothes. So constricting. You'll feel so much freer if you just get rid of them."
"Get rid of them�" Jackson slowly pulled off his track pants, standing in only his underwear.
"That's better, Jackson. Now your underwear."
"But, be naked, in front of, guy."
"Relax. Don't worry. You can trust me. It's OK. The less clothes you wear, the more relaxed and open you'll be. Nakedness is freedom, freedom from choice, freedom to allow me to make your life easier."
"Easier, naked, freedom, want to be, free." Jackson removed his underwear.
"Well, what I've heard about you is true. I'm sure I'll find all sorts of use for that. You'll have all the sex you've ever wanted, and more. So much more I can give you. All you have to do is obey me."
"Sex, horny, obey."
"That's right, obey. Relax and obey. Your old life is slipping, slipping away. Tell yourself that until you know it is true, true for you always, always for you.
"Relax and obey. Relax and obey. My old life is slipping, slipping away. The Master controls me, in every way. Relax and obey, all night and all day, true for me always, there's no other way. "
"That's good, mmm, I love hearing you say that. I should watch the conversion more often." The master stood behind Jackson, kissing his neck and massaging his shoulders. "Let the tension melt away. You'll be all mine soon. Then I'll introduce you to the others. They'll just eat you up. It'll be sloppy seconds, though, since it'll be after I dine on you."
Earphones12
Ever since his cousin Donovan had gotten his big modelling break, Evan hardly heard from him anymore. On the now rare occasions when they skyped, Donovan always seemed distracted. Evan supposed it was inevitable. People grow up and grow apart. It still hurt.
Which is why he was pleasantly surprised when he got the iPod in the mail from Donovan. The note said it was a special type that wasn't even on the market yet. Donovan wanted him to try it out before they skyped again.
The sound quality was amazing. And any music he listened to on it somehow made him feel better. Evan usually listened to edgier stuff, but the more he used the iPod, the more mellow the music he wanted to listen to. It felt so good to relax.
It also felt good to be as naked as possible. Whenever he was home, he wore only his underwear. He refrained at first, since it would have made his roommates uncomfortable. But after a few days, all the guys in the apartment paraded around in their underrwear all the time. They also couldn't stop saying how much the liked his new iPod, and borrowed it every chance they could. In fact, each night a different one would wear it to bed. They slept so much better when they did.
"How do you like it, Evan," asked Donovan during their next skype session.
"It's great, Donny! My roommates like it too. Hope you don't mind me letting them use it."
"That's fine. I emailed you a song to listen to. Have your roomies listen to it after you do. Skype me in a couple of days and tell me what you think."
"Sure, Donny. Later!"
Evan loaded the song into the iPod and listened. It was very new age, with no words, totally instrumental. He felt more relaxed than he ever had before. Felt so good to just let the music flow through him. Wash away all his concerns. So easy to let go, to not worry about school or girls. It would be nice if that could be forever. Not to worry about anything. Not to even have to think, just be told what to do.
Somehow the thought turned him on. He lay on his bed and relaxed. So good to let someone else think for him. The master would take care of him. Yes, the master, whoever he was. He must be powerful. Powerful and sexy. He wanted to be with the master so badly.
A small insignificant part of his mind was screaming that he wasn't gay, but even that part was shrinking. He knew he was going to be the master's possession soon, and he was happy.
Then he would let his roommates listen, and they would understand as he did. But the master would probably not use them. They were not attractive, not like him.
But Evan didn't care what the master did with them. He only cared about being with the master. And Donovan, who Evan realized belonged to the master. He never realized how beautiful Donovan was, and wanted to share his newfound lust for him. But only if the master permitted it. Evan hoped he would. "Please," Evan said to the empty room, "please, soon, Master, soon."
Earphones13
Uncle Jackson was right, thought Dwayne. This workout tape is the bomb! I've never been able to focus like this. Not surprised, though. Seeing how jacked up Uncle J's got, I knew it'd be great.
Dwayne's workout had been better than ever before. Also longer and harder than he realized. The underlying subliminals had been molding his mind until all he wanted to do was workout every waking minute. He thought about little else. In fact, he hardly thought at all.
Suddenly, he felt the need to call a phone number that popped into his head. He didn't find it unusual. After connecting, a voice on the other end said, "Who is this?"
"I am Dwayne, Jackson's nephew. I have reached the first plateau. Calling for further instructions, sir."
"I was hoping it was you. Jackson tells me your progress has been excellent. When can you come over to show me?"
"Tomorrow night, sir. There is a party my friends and I are going to, but I can make an excuse to miss it."
"Well, then, tomorrow night it is. Just to make sure you've reached the plateau, speak to me your new truth."
"Yes sir.
"My mind relieved of thought, of thought
Within your web I now am caught
No longer need I be distraught
For all my struggles came to naught
For mental freedom have I fought
Escape from domination sought
Win against you I did not
To serve your wants I will be taught
The changes in my body wrought
Will give me muscles, quite a lot
My life before, it matters aught
Since all I am you now have got."
"You said that beautifully and flawlessly, Dwayne. I don't want to wait until tomorrow to see you, though. Tell you what, give me a preview. When you get home, get on your computer. Take some naked pictures of yourself on your webcam. Naked and hard. Just remember �"
"I cannot release until you say, sir."
"Very good, Dwayne, very good. Now get back to your workout."
"Yes sir. I hope my body pleases you, and I can satisfy all your desires and needs."
"We shall see, Dwayne. I'll be interested in seeing what you can do."