Emergency Broadcast System series

EBS 01

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Joe was watching his favorite show when the notification scrolled across the screen, accompanied by the �Beep-Beep-Beep� and the announcement. He reached for the remote to change the channel, or mute it. These stupid notices seemed to be happening all the time lately, he thought.

But before he could reach the remote, the screen started flashing. The beeping changed from one repeated tone to a fluctuating pattern. Joe relaxed, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

The announcement stopped repeating, and now a different voice spoke. A deeper, soothing, commanding voice. "Joe, present yourself for inspection."

Joe removed his shoes and socks, then stood up. He took off his dress shirt and tossed it on the couch. He pulled down his slacks and stepped out of them. His boxers were bulging, and as his dick was freed from their confines, it slapped up against his stomach. He sat back down, his arms by his side, focused on the TV, his dick bobbing in time with his heartbeat.

"You keep getting better and better, Joe," said the voice, as if it could see the naked man somehow. Which, of course, it could. Not that Joe cared.

"I am happy that my body pleases you, master."

"It does. Since your wife will be away for the weekend, I shall be spending it with you." Joe�s wife had felt the need to visit her cousin, and would not be returning until Monday. A need implanted earlier, for just this reason.

"Thank you, master. I shall strive to please you in every way."

"I�m sure you will. I�ll be there soon. Stay right where you are until I get there. You can masturbate while you�re waiting. Use both hands, big boy."

"I obey, master." Joe stroked himself, his dick getting slick with precum. But he knew he could not cum until his master allowed it. "Please, get here soon."

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The announcement appeared on Scott�s TV while he was watching in his living room. Once its entrancing effect had completed, a voice from the screen told him to go to his bedroom and turn on the set there.

"Excellent," said the voice. "Now get naked and lie on your back on the bed." Scott immediately obeyed. "The tattoos turned out nicely. Don�t think you�ll need any more of those. Now get hard." The young man�s cock sprung to steely attention. "Stroke it. Slowly. You cannot cum until I say."

"I understand and obey, master."

This continued for some time, until the voice said, "Continue stroking, but get on your hands and knees facing the wall so I can see your ass." Scott turned around and assumed the position as he had been told. "Now pretend I�m fucking you. Move your ass back and forth." He did so, moaning at the thought of his master penetrating him. Though it had not happened yet, he hoped his master would bury his own no-doubt-huge cock inside him.

After a while, the voice said, "Are you close, Scott?"

"Yes, master. May I please cum now?"

"Shortly. But I want to see it. On your back again and spread your legs, so I have an unobstructed view." Scott quickly shifted so he was on full display for the one who owned him.

"Alright, my slave, do it. Cum!"

Scott groaned as he released. He had never been one of those who came like a fountain, but his orgasm was no less intense for that.

As he finished, he said, "Thank you, master."

"You�re welcome, but don�t stop stroking until I say so." Scott, who had started to move his hand away, returned it and began stroking again. "Master, my cock, it�s so sensitive," he whimpered.

"I know. But I like watching you do that. I�ll let you stop. Eventually. Until then, keep doing what you�re doing."

"I, I understand master. I live to, to obey." Scott could not help himself from squirming now from the combined pain and pleasure he was feeling. Yet his master did not tell him to stop that, so he must be bringing enjoyment, which was all that mattered. If he had to do this the rest of the night, he would do so. He had no choice. He did not want to have a choice. As his master commanded, so must it be.

EBS03

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"When will your wife be home?"

"In four hours, master. She has to attend a school board meeting this evening."

"So she's unlikely to watch any television."

"No."

"How about tomorrow night?"

"She will be home in the evening as normal. There are a couple of shows that have been DVRed that she will want to watch."

"Excellent. Then tomorrow night will begin her indoctrination." Once the principal is under control, the master thought, I can use her to control the entire high school. I will be able to pay them back for the way I was treated when I went there years ago. And all those hunky students at my disposal, as well as their brothers and fathers and friends that are hot. So many possibilities to look forward to.

"I have little interest in woman, but I think I will fuck your wife while you watch. Then fuck you while she watches. What do you think of that?"

"Whatever you want, master. She will love your cock inside her as much as I do."

EBS04

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"Perfect. Dressed just as I wanted. Have you had any sex since we talked last?"

"No master," said Warren. "It's been two weeks. My wife was starting to get annoyed, but after showing her the EBS message, she takes care of herself."

"When does your son get home for vacation?"

"This weekend. Colin will be staying for two weeks."

"More than enough time to make him mine too. You were my worst tormentor in high school. How delicious that I will get my revenge by using you and your boy. You will fuck him and cum inside him. Then I will fuck him, with your cum as my lubricant. You will suck his cock, and when I cum, so will he and you will drink his load. What do you think of that?"

"I am so sorry for how I treated you in high school. I deserve everything you do to me and Colin. Will you do anything to my wife?"

"No, you and your boy will do just fine. Call me when he gets home, so we can arrange the change. Now get that cock out. Jerk it slowly. That's it. No cumming of course. Run your free hand over that big chest and play with your nipples. Yes. I can hardly wait until the three of us get together."

EBS05

"Oh god, I'm, I'm gonna, aaaaahhh!"

The first spurt barely reached past Colin's bellybutton. The next few pulsed out and oozed down his cock.

"So young, so dumb, so absolutely full of cum. Though I think the last won't be true for a while," said the voice from the television. This was the fourth time that the boy had shot off in the last two hours, and the owner of the voice had eagerly watched the whole time. Colin's blue t-shirt was splattered with the results, most of it dried and caked on to it.

"Did you like that, Warren?" the voice asked Colin's father, who had been watching the whole time as well.

"Yes master. I love watching my son cum all over himself."

"Good. Now lick it all off. Don't miss any spots."

Warren dived onto his son's cock, stuffing it into his mouth. The master laughed. In a few days he would join the two in person. He was looking forward to the continued debasement of his high school victimizer and his son. Yes, revenge would be sweet. Sweet, and creamy, and salty.

EBS06

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"If my math teacher had been as sexy as you, I'd have never passed advanced calculus."

Paolo was barely aware of the voice from the television. He was lying on the couch, wearing only underwear. Underwear that was tenting out after the voice had told him to become aroused.

"I think I need some private tutoring with you. Except you will be the one being tutored. Tutored on how to make me happy by sucking me and being fucked by me." Paolo lived by himself and was going to be alone for the rest of the evening. Alone because the voice had told him to arrange that days ago. "I will be over shortly to begin our tutoring."

Paolo responded lazily. "I'll be ready for your instruction, master." His arousal and inability to concentrate overwhelmed any concerns he had about the mysterious voice. It must be obeyed, he somehow knew. The master must be obeyed.

EBS07

Chris Lafain looked like that guy who ran the ship on that space western show. It had not been on for even a season, but then he got on that other show where he played a writer in love with a female cop.

The master was not always great with names, but he remembered hot guys when he saw them. Chris was undoubtedly hot, and reminded him of that guy on that show. A version that was not as funny, but much more muscular.

Chris was standing in front of the television in his house with his hands on his head, flexing his biceps. His eyes were closed, his mind empty and open to anything the master told him.

Chris was the master's latest acquisition. The principal, already under the master's control, had brought in a few teachers and faculty into her office at a time. She would tell them she had to show them a short film on sensitivity that had been mandated to be show to all staff.

In reality, it was just a ruse to begin their programming, to start them on the path to serving the master. He continued the programming through their home televisions. Most he would do nothing else to, unless he needed them to carry out some simple instructions.

But the hot guys, they got the master's special attention. And Chris was even more special, since he was also the head coach. The man in charge of getting and keeping the students healthy and in shape.

Especially, for the master's purposes, the young men. The football and basketball players, the wrestlers, the swimmers and runners and all the others. Young men in their prime, full of energy and hormones. All just waiting to be part of the master's expanding group of lust-filled playthings.

They did not know this, of course. But once enslaved, they wanted nothing more than to please the master and help enslave more men.

If Chris had been some old fat guy near retirement, he would have still been useful. However, since he was the complete opposite, he would serve the master in other ways as well.

"Chris, meet me at the school gym in two hours. Bring your keys." The master had a fantasy for years of fucking a stud in the shower at school. Chris was going to make that fantasy come true.

"I obey, master."

That, and so many others.

EBS08

"Mom, Dad! I'm home!"

"Where are they?" Kurt wondered aloud. Their car was not out front, but he thought Mom would be there. He had come back for spring break, since he was not a partier and preferred spending time with his folks.

During the six-hour drive, he had been looking forward to being home. He had decided not to put in the butt plug, as it would have made the trip more uncomfortable. He had been using it since he had been last home for Christmas. The one he used now was the third, larger than the prior two. He could not understand why he had not been using them before. The way they made him feel was great.

The phone in the kitchen rang. Kurt answered. "Hello?" There were three beeps. The second was a lower tone than the first, the third higher. Following that he heard:

Attention - Attention - Attention

This Is A Test Of The Emergency Broadcast System

This Is Only A Test

The three beeps occurred again. Kurt's free hand fell to his side. His shoulders drooped and his face went blank. "Awaiting instructions, master."

"Where are the butt plugs?"

"In a knapsack in the trunk of my car."

"After this call ends, go to your car and open the trunk. Return to the house, but leave the front door unlocked. Go upstairs to your bedroom. Remove all your clothes except your shirt. Maximum arousal. Lie on the bed and stroke yourself, but not quickly. Continue until you receive further instructions."

"I obey, master."

Fifteen minutes later, the person who called was standing in Kurt's room at the foot of his bed. "Stop." The young man, legs spread, stopped masturbating. His hand rested at the base of his cock. His eyes were wide and glassy. The master had only seen it through the television. Now he could tell that it was at least seven inches. Not thick, but it was lean like the rest of him.

Kurt was one of the master's early tests. He had been exposed to the EBS reprogrammer before he left for his second semester at college. More programming occurred during Christmas break. The master was uncertain whether the programming would have lapsed over time, but it was still in full effect. He had converted Kurt's parents as well. He was not interested in them, really, but it gave him access to their son. He had sent them to see a double feature, and then have a long dinner afterward. Kurt was his for the rest of the evening.

"Which butt plug are you using currently?" The master had put them on a cabinet. "The largest, master." The master smiled. It was almost as big as his cock.

"I will suck your cock while using the butt plug on you. Then I will fuck you. You will only cum when I say. Is that understood?"

"Yes master. You may use me in any way you wish." Good, the master thought, he is eager to please. And there would be a lot of pleasing that evening.

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His eyes glazed and thoughts fled his mind as the message continued. When it was finished, he waited, staring blankly at the TV.

"Get naked, get hard and jack off. Do not cum until I say otherwise." He complied. He could do nothing but comply.

"Faster. Good. Keep doing that. Now slower. Good. You follow instructions perfectly. You want to do anything I say, don't you?"

"Yes master I want to do anything you say." He continued for fifteen minutes until the voice said. "You can stop. I will be there tomorrow. Do not jack off anymore and do not cum. You will serve me any way I choose. Do you understand?"

"Yes master I will serve you in any way I choose."

"Good. Then get dressed. You will forget everything since you turned on the TV. When I get there tomorrow and I say 'EBS Test Subject', you will return to this state of obedience. Until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow master I live to serve you."

EBS10

"So you are the newest assistant coach. I'm so glad I've updated the school's hiring practices."

The master's control of the high school was so complete that he had instructed as many new hires as possible be attractive men. The assistant coach was the first of those new hires. He had been indoctrinated during his hiring interview, and the conversion completed over the next several days at home.

Now the master was ready to inspect his newest slave. The man was wearing only shorts. The master caressed his hairless chest, causing his slave to shiver and his hard cock to push up so the tip was exposed above the waistband.

"You like that?"

"Yes master, I love that. I am ready to be used. Please, let me please you."

Smiling, he stripped and put his own hard cock at the assistant coach's lips. Without prompting, he took in as much as he could and slowly sucked. The beard tickled, but the master liked that. "Continue. I will guide you so you can fully please me. But you are off to a very good start."

EBS11

He stood before the TV, naked and hard and throbbing, ready to do his master's bidding.

"Your son was right. You will make an excellent slave. Keep watching at this time for the next few days. When your conversion is complete, you will come to me and for me. Would you like that?"

"I want to do anything you want. Please complete my conversion so I can be your slave and I can please you in every way." The man spoke without emotion, but once converted that would change. The master looked forward to that. However, until then he had other slaves who were already dedicated to serve his every desire. He could wait. As the saying went, good things come to those who wait. Moreover, once enslaved he would be doing a great deal of coming.

EBS12

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"Conversion complete, master." The brothers were naked, sitting on the couch with their hard dicks in hand.

The master, unseen by the brothers, smirked. This was the final indicator of conversion. Ready even before the announcement, exposed as the abject slaves they now were.

"Stand for inspection." The brothers did so, heads down and arms at their sides. Their pubic hair was well-manicured, another sign of their submission.

"What are you?"

"Your slave." They said together.

"What is your purpose?"

"To please you and help you get other slaves."

"I can't hear you."

"To please you and help you get other slaves, master!" they shouted.

"Better. I shall be there in half an hour. Remain as you are until I get there." The master had implanted a command days earlier for one of them to leave a spare key to their house at the school. He had that key now.

"I shall master. I am ready to please you."

"I will please you more, master," said the other brother.

"You will both have plenty of opportunities to please me. I do love that spirit of competitiveness, though. Soon, my slaves. I shall be there soon."

EBS13

�My, you�re thick.�

�Uh, like, what?�

�Your cock, it�s thick. Long and thick. I like that.�

�Yeah, uh, thanks, I guess?�

�Don�t strain your brain too hard. After all, I can see where most of the blood in your body�s going.�

Tommy was a skater boy. His grades at the high school were average, but his skating skills were far more. He spent every spare moment practicing, leading to his body being lean, lithe and limber. The master had never done it with a skater boy, but he was looking forward to finding out what it was like.

�That cock does look mighty tasty. I think I�ll suck on it for a while, and then fuck you. I�d say fuck your brains out, but that would take no time at all. You�re pretty thick up there too. And I want to fuck you for a good long time. How�s that sound?�

�Sure, dude, like, whatever. I�ve never, like, had sex with a dude, you know. I don�t know, like, how good I�ll be and stuff.�

�Don�t worry about that. I�ll teach you. Now, no more talking until I say so. Here goes.�

EBS14

Emmanuel lay on the coach, wearing only his shorts, staring entranced at the television.

The Emergency Broadcasting System alert had appeared on it every day this week. Now the one behind that hypnotic message was speaking to him.

�So fortunate you were visiting your cousin last month so I could initially ensnare you and make you return for the full programming. A renowned chef, turning over his restaurant to his staff so he could help feed high school children better meals. How noble. If only they knew the real reason why.�

The voice had not believed his luck. He never thought he would get someone like Emmanuel under his influence. Not only was he a fantastic chef, but years of swimming in high school and college had given him a fantastic body. A body the voice was soon going to view in person.

�Your programming will be completed in a few days. I will come over next week, and you will show me how much you worship me.�

�Yes, master,� Emmanuel slurred. �I will worship you.�

�For now, I want to see you masturbate. You cannot cum until I say. OK?�

�I will masturbate for you and only cum when you say, master.�

A hot Latin chef, and he would soon belong completely to the man behind the voice. Things could hardly get more delicious.

EBS15

�How old are you again?�

�Twenty-two, master.�

�You look like you�re sixteen. Well, your face does. Your body, and especially your cock, are definitely fully adult, though. Speaking of cocks, stay kneeling like that while I suck on it. You can�t cum, though, until I fuck you and cum inside you. Got that?�

�Yes, master, I understand and obey, ah, ah, that feels so good, master. You know how to please your slaves. Thank you.�

My slaves also know how to please me, the master thought. And you�ll be doing a lot of pleasing tonight, young man.

EBS16

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Brock reached for the remote to change the channel, buy his hand fell limply to his side. He stared at the television, the subliminal messages seeping into his brain.

"I like what I see, but I want to see more. Strip down to your underwear," said a voice from the television.

"Yes, I, will, strip." After he finished, the voice said, "Lie on your side on the couch. I like even more what I�m seeing. Get horny and hard and play with yourself. Keep going. Don�t cum until I tell you. If you want to cum, you have to beg me."

"I, want, to, cum, please, uh, let, me, cum, I, need, to, uh, cum, so, bad, have, to, cum, uh, uh, cum, must, cum."

"Oh, alright, since you asked so nicely. Cum."

"Uh, uh, thank, you, uh, uh, uh."

"My, what a mess you�ve made. Clean the couch and change your underwear. Then return here and get dressed again."

A while later, Brock had done everything he was told. "That�s very good. There will be a few more of these messages and you�ll be all mine. We shall meet in person after that and we�ll really make a mess. By the way, you might as well get in the habit of calling me master."

"Thank, you, master, make, me, yours, so, I, can, make, a, mess, with, you."