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The light was so pretty. The swimmer couldn't look away, didn't want to look away. His mind emptied, ready to be filled by new purpose. To serve his master.

"Yes, Mister Sanders, I'm sorry I didn't win. I have disappointed you. I will return for my punishment. Then I will work out harder so I will win the next competition."

"You did come in second, Joel, so I'm not completely disappointed. You're punishment won't be too severe. So you may have trouble sitting for a few days. It'll remind you to do better next time. Comprende?"

"Yes, sir. I'll be there as soon as I can after I change into street clothes. I'll do anything to make you happy, sir. Anything."

"I know you will, Joel, I know you will."

Based on bodybuilder Joel Thomas. Same universe as The Bigger They Are.

Bodybuilder02

"Please, Mister Sanders, I can't, I can't, lift, anymore."

"That's because you're still resisting, Aaron. All you have to do is give in. It's so easy. You'll feel so much better. Like this."

"No, don't make me, uhh, hard again. Not, not a..."

"Faggot, homo, queer boy? You've got to get that stuff out of your head. Twenty more reps, and then maybe some cable pulls."

"No, god, my legs, burning, my back, arms, gonna sprain, groin, ahh."

"If you injure yourself, you know who's to blame. I'll get you to the hospital and you'll get the best care. When you've recovered, it'll be back to doing this again."

"No, please, make it, stop."

"You know what to do."

"No, not become a, no."

"Well, then, twenty more reps it is."

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

Based on bodybuilder Aaron Clark. Same universe as The Bigger They Are.

The swimmer was doing laps in the pool late that night, alone, training for an upcoming meet. The beam struck from out of nowhere as he got out of the pool. His brain felt like it was burning, and he grabbed his head, screaming. Then he could move no further.

"I have been watching you for some time, young man. Waiting for the chance to make you mine" said a masculine voice in the swimmer's mind.

"No, stop, it hurts!"

"Then stop resisting so you can become my sex slave."

"Not gay, ahh!"

"I'll just have to turn up the power."

"Please, uhhh!"

"You will obey, you must obey, you are my slave."

"No...resist...not slave."

"There's no one here to save you. No hope."

"Hope...resist...escape...obey...no...not...obey."

"That's it, you're feeling it."

"No...can't...won't...obey...obey...obey..."

"Yes, you must obey."

"Obey...yes...obey...want to...obey...live to...obey."

"You're my slave. You want to be my slave."

"Want...slave...be a slave...obey."

"You're horny, so turned on by me."

"Uhhh, I'm so hot for you, master. I want to obey you. Make me do things, master. Teach me how to be your slave."

"It's done. You're all mine now." The beam disappeared, and the swimmer could move. There was an address in his mind, the address of his master. He ran eagerly to the lockerroom to change, getting harder in anticipation of meeting his master. Soon, he thought, soon he would be in the presence of his master. His body would be the master's to do with as he chose. He couldn't wait.

The young slave completes his daily exercises. He feels The Master in his mind, pleased with his efforts. He feels The Master's desire for him, and the slave grows even harder than he had already been. He runs to The Master's house, ready to be used in whatever way The Master sees fit.

The master enjoyed frequenting the track competitions. The lycra suits the men wore showed off every inch of their toned bodies. When he saw number 504, he had to have him.

The master waited until number 504 was alone, then entered his mind. The young man threw his head back and tried to scream, but the master prevented any sound from coming out. In a few minutes, number 504 belonged completely to the master.

What would the master do to him now? With an ass like that, what do you think?

The young man had no idea the nipple piercing would be the vehicle of his enslavement. He flexed and showed off his biceps and lean torso for his master. Then he took off his jeans and underwear, ready to finish his initiation into his master's stable.

Do you like my body? Master has me exercise all the time. Now he says I should share my body with others. Do you like my ass? Master is very pleased with it. It feels so good when he fills it. Will you fill it now? Please? It would make Master very happy. Yes, oh yes, you feel almost as good as Master. Fill me, more, deeper, fill me.

Prone02

"Relaxed. Feel so relaxed"

"Good. It feels good to relax. A slave should be relaxed."

"Wuuh, slave?"

"Ease your mind, relax and let go, you want to be my slave."

"Don't want... to be a... slave."

"You do. A carefree life, not having to worry about anything, why not be a slave."

"But no... want to be a..."

"You want nothing, you need nothing, you are nothing. Say it."

"No, have to... move... but so relaxed... feel good."

"Yes, you feel good. So relaxed and empty."

"Relaxed, empty."

"Tell me you want nothing, you need nothing, you are nothing."

"I..I... want nothing. I need nothing. I...can't."

"You are nothing. Relax and tell me. You are nothing."

"I...am...am...nothing."

"Your only purpose is to satisfy me."

"Purpose...satisfy...you."

"No more worries. You will make me happy, and I will take care of you."

"No worries. You take care of me, make you happy."

"Now keep repeating that. Soon your old life will be gone from your mind. When it is, I will come for you. You will like that."

"Old life... almost gone. Can't wait for you. Need you. I am nothing. My purpose is to satisfy you."

"That's good. Very good. I'm on my way. You will make a lovely addition to my collection."

"Reporting for duty, sir!"

"State your name and purpose."

"Unit 27-BX-39Q. Whatever you want me to do, sir!" The unit's eyes, formerly brown, were now an eerie bright blue.

"Outstanding." He had spent years researching brainwashing, and had used that knowledge to create a rather lucrative business. The change in eye color was a side effect, but a useful indicator that the process was finished. "I'm going to sell you. How does being a gay sex slave sound?"

"Terrific, sir! Eager to be used by lots of men, sir!"

"Before I sell you, though, you'll have to be trained so I can get top dollar. Boys?"

A dozen men entered the room. Big men, in every sense of the word. Naked hard men.

"These fine strapping men will train you. I'll leave you in their capable hands. They'll tell me when you're ready. Then I'll be back to take you to be auctioned. Now take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees. Get used to the position, 'cause you're going to be everyone's bitch."

"Yes, sir, right away, sir, looking forward to becoming a complete bitch, sir!"

The man left. He procured, but did not partake. Watching the recordings of the sessions later was enough for him. And the money. Oh, yes, the money. And with it, power. What else could one need?

Back in 2013, I was asked if I could do something with Sam Worthington. This is the result.