iPod People series

iPod People01

The swirling patterns on the phone display captivated him immediately. It felt as if he was falling into them. "What's, what's happening?"

"You, Shane," answered a voice from the phone, "are my first test subject. I was trolling the ether when I caught you sending shirtless photos. To think, if you weren't so vain, you'd have completely escaped my notice. Sad for you."

"Who are you? What are...you going... to..."

"Finding it hard to think, Shane? That means the restructuring is really kicking in. Two possible results, fyi. One: You'll become my utterly abject slave, and I'll use your hot young body any way I want. Two: Your memories and personality get erased, so you'll obey me because you don't know any better, and I'll use your hot young body any way I want. So really it's a win-win. Since, you know, what you want doesn't matter anymore. Now, do some poses. That's good, that one too. Hold it! Yes, stay like that, with your head back. But keep watching the screen of course. Because one way or another, you're going to be my puppet. The first of many. So many men showing themselves off by phone and all over the internet. And I will pick the best to be mine."

iPod People02

"Excellent, Shane. The leaner look is much more pleasing to me. Those biceps, very nice. Chest, waist, you've done well. You are ready."

"Thank you, master. I exist only to please you. I'm so happy I'll finally be able to join you."

"Good. Call in sick to work, leave all your possessions, and come to me. I'll be taking care of you from now on. You won't have to worry about anything anymore except making me happy. Which you want more than anything, don't you?"

"Yes, master. To serve you all day, every day, it makes me so horny."

"Of course it does. So get going. The sooner you finish closing up your old life, the sooner we'll be together. But be thorough. I can wait."

iPod People03

"You're coming along nicely, Trevor. Keep pumping. In a few more weeks I'll have you start your new career as a stripper and male prostitute. Oh, and do some internet porn movies in between. I might have my way with you sometimes, but your main purpose is to make me money. How does that make you feel?"

"I want to be with you all the time, master. But if selling my body is what you wish, I'll do that. Making you happy is all I live for."

"I know, but it's nice to hear my slaves tell me. I do have a little time, so I'll just sit here and watch. After you're done with this set, get naked and do some pushups and jumping jacks."

iPod People04

"How's my baby doing? Diaper comfortable?"

"Yes master."

"Sorry you're not the top of my to-do list, Ray. You're cute, but I have hotter guys available. But I see potential in you. It's why I acquired you. Hopefully after you work out some more you'll move up the list. If not, I'm sure I'll think of something to do with you."

iPod People05

"My, my, what do we have here?"

"Who is that? Is that still you, Fred? Is this a joke?"

"No it's not Fred. I got rid of him, Jim. Like this. Hey, Fred." The voice on the phone now sounded exactly like Jim's. "I gotta go. I'll call you back later, OK? Now," the voice sounded as it had before, "I can get to know you better, undisturbed."

"What the hell?! This isn't funny, whoever you are. Goodbye."

"Don't think so. You can't even turn off the phone until I want it to be off."

"This is crazy!"

"Want to see something crazier?" The screen flared, and then filled with a predominately purple swirling pattern. It seemed to grow out of the phone, filling his vision. Before he knew it the only thing he could see was the pattern. He couldn't put down the phone, or even move.

"You have a rocking body, Jim. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"How, see?"

"I can see you through the camera on the phone. You wouldn't understand. Suffice to say, any cell phone is as good as a streaming video camera for me. I surf the web looking for guys whom I want to acquire. When I saw that body, I wanted it. I'm going to do so many kinky things to you."

"Not, gay."

"Jim, when I'm done with you, you'll be queerer than a six dollar bill. 'Cause three-dollar bill queer, not good enough. Let's see what else you've got. Take off the sweatpants. Don't take your eyes off the cell phone, though. And the more you carry out my orders, the more aroused you'll get."

The pattern contracted until it was only on the screen. Jim fought not to obey, but it was as though his body was no longer his to control. He put the phone on his bed and took off his pants, leaving him only wearing his underwear.

"Pick up the phone. Pan down. Nice. The underwear will have to go, but not yet. Put your right hand behind your head and flex. Crunch the abs too. Wow, hot. Put your right arm down, relax. You are going to make an excellent sex slave."

"No, please, not, gay, stop."

"Jim, it's far too late for that. Pull down the right side of your underwear, and crunch those abs again. That's enough. Don't see a tan line. Better and better. I'll wait to see the rest in person. You've been looking at the screen long enough to remain controlled for a few hours without seeing it. Which is more than enough time for you to come to me. This is where I am." An address appeared on the screen, and then vanished, but Jim could still see it in his mind. "Get dressed and come here as fast as you can. Don't break any laws or anything, though. Act normally. If you meet anyone who might delay you, make a plausible excuse to get away from them. Once we're together, I can finish your indoctrination, and then you'll be mine forever. You'll call me master, and be happy too. But before you go, a preview. Tell me that you hear and obey your master."

"I, I, hear and, and, I hear and, I hear and obey you, master."

"Now was that so hard? Yeah, I know, it was. But soon it'll be as easy as breathing. And the hardness, that's coming along nicely in other places. But let that go away for now. Don't want you to attract attention with a boner poking out your pants. I'm going to turn off your phone now. I'll be waiting."

iPod People06

"I'm going to have to have a talk with Shane. You're nowhere near as hot as he said. Not un-hot, but way below my standards. Bulking up would be a vast improvement. But with so many hunks in the world, I can afford to be picky. So I'm letting you go. You won't remember anything that happened over the last ten minutes. You lucked out, son. Enjoy the rest of your life."

iPod People07

"Hmm, did Kristen call me back?" said Rafe while he was checking messages on his smartphone. "Yeah! Let's see what she said." He opened the message. To his surprise, the screen flashed and then a purple mist seemed to fill it. Rafe's eyes drooped as his mind emptied.

"Later than I expected, Rafe."

"Wrestling practice went longer than expected, master. We are preparing for the state championship, and the coach wants us ready."

"Well, I can't fault the results. You've come a long way in the last three months. At this rate it won't be long before you can join me permanently. How does that make you feel?"

"So happy, master. I build my body to please you. That you approve, it means everything."

"Of course it does. Keep up the great work. The next time I contact you will be the end of your old life. Soon, my boy. It will be soon."

iPod People07b

"Cuz, I'm sending you something, you gotta check it out!"

"Ok, cuz," Joe's cousin Rafe only sent good stuff, so he quickly opened the attachment that came through.

Several minutes later, after the purple had cleared his mind, he was standing in front of his bathroom mirror only wearing his underwear.

"Rafe was right," the voice from his phone said, "You two could be twins. And your body is already where I expect his to be in a couple of months. Two for the price of one. I'm going to enjoy playing with both of you. By the time I'm done, you'll be more than kissing cousins. I just can't get over that phone, though. It's so cute. Just like you."

Joe's mind was still hazy. A part was struggling to be heard, but it was swamped by the desire to please the voice he was hearing. His Master. He knew he would eventually be the voice's slave, like his cousin Rafe apparently was already. Over the next few days, that struggling part would be weaker and weaker. The day when he could join his cousin in complete enslavement could not come soon enough.

iPod People08

"Such a cocky young man. So full of yourself, aren't you Jase? You do have some right to be, admittedly. But you need to fill out some more. Work on your upper body, the chest and arms."

"I hear you, master. It shall be as you wish."

Some months later�

"Down. Up. Very good. Very, very good. That alabaster skin, so different from the others in my stable. You are ready. Tie up any loose ends in your life, then come to me. You know where."

"Thank you master. I can hardly wait to do everything I can to satisfy all your desires. I'll be there as quickly as possible, master."

iPod People09

"Long and lean, I like that. That apollo's belt, delicious. It turns you on, that I find you attractive. The way you lick your lips, so sensual. Not long before you're with me for the rest of your life."

iPod People09b

He stood in front of the mirror, smiling. His cellphone was in his hand. He felt like he was going to burst. His Master was about to call him.

Jud remembered his life before the Master had contacted him, but it didn�t seem real. He had lived such a purposeless life until then. College, partying, barely studying. He was on the road to suspension and a fast food job for the rest of his life.

Then he received that first call. A friend who had already become a slave had suggested the Master would be interested him. Jud remembered the Master�s voice, then drowning in the purple haze of programming delivered through his cell phone.

After that, his party days were over. He spent all his spare time working out, sculpting his body for his Master�s pleasure. They still had not met, but each time they spoke, the Master complimented him on his progress. Perhaps tonight would be the night. The night his body would be pleasing enough that the Master would finally invite him to show his complete devotion.

His phone rang and Jud answered. "I am here, Master. I obey you in all things. How may I serve you?"

"Well, Jud, your abject devotion is an excellent start. Let�s check out your progress, shall we?

Jud put the phone on the bathroom counter and quickly stripped. He struck a variety of muscular poses, showing his front and back.

"Oh very nice, Jud, very very nice. Now I want you to stroke that deliciously hard cock. Imagine it is my hand, moving up and down, squeezing it. Feels good, doesn�t it?"

"Yes, Master. I haven�t played with myself for ages, since you didn�t give me permission. Uuhhh, so good."

"Keep going. When you are ready to explode, you may beg me to let you come. Do you understand?"

"I do, Master. I will hold off as long as I can, to entertain you."

Jud stroked his aching erection rapidly, then slowly. He pinched his nipples and ran his free hand over his sweaty torso. He wanted to make this last as long as possible for the Master�s enjoyment. However, being young and not having masturbated for days, it was only a few minutes before he needed release.

"Master I, I need, please, let me, let me cum."

"I�m kind of surprised you managed to last this long. Alright, Jud, you may cum."

Jud moaned as he splattered all over the counter, the mirror and the floor. Spent, his chest heaving, he said, "Thank you, Master. Thank you so much."

"You are quite welcome. That was a test, and you passed with creamy colors. I have decided to move to Florida. My activities have begun to attract a bit too much attention. I managed to ensnare a policeman who has been investigating your friends disappearances. But there are bound to be more. So we will be heading south. Tie up any loose ends, then in three days drive to the place I told you about after your programming was completed. Then we can began the next phase of the rest of your life."

"Master, I, I cannot express my gratitude enough. Thank you. I will see you in three days."

"Now set your phone so I can watch you shower. After that, to bed, my beautiful boy."

"Yes, Master, right away. I live to make you happy." After he had arranged his phone as commanded, he turned and walked to the shower, waving to his Master. The Master liked the view of Jud�s pert ass jiggling as he went to shower. Soon, the Master thought, I�ll be getting to know that ass very well. So will the other slaves. Florida. It was going to be marvelous.

(NOTE: I saw this post and it seemed perfect for iPod People. You don�t really have to care about what number it is, each story is relatively self-contained.)

iPod People10

"Hello?"

"Officer Patterson?"

"Yes."

"You're investigating the disappearances of some young men, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"I have some information. I just sent a file of what I've found to your phone. I think you'll find it very enlightening."

"Hang on a minute." Patterson opened the file. It was a list of names of the young men who disappeared, as well as other names he didn't recognize. There was also smaller writing below each name. He zoomed in on one name; unconsciously bring the phone closer to his face. Then without warning the screen brightened and completely filled with an amorphous purple glow. "Hey, what the�" As his eyes reflected the purple glow, his mind turned blank, and he stared at the phone, unmoving.

"That's better, Rick. Can I call you Rick? Don't answer that, it's unimportant. But I do have some important questions for you. One, what led you to starting your investigation?"

Rick answered in a flat voice. "One of the boys who disappeared was my nephew, Shane. His case was closed quickly due to lack of evidence of foul play and no leads, but my sister begged me to look into it."

"What did you find out after you started?"

"That two friends of Shane from the same school disappeared within six months, and another two from a school a few miles away. I expanded my search and found eight other boys had disappeared under similar circumstances in nearby towns during the same time period."

"Well, you are very thorough, I'll give you that. Did you interview anyone, and if so who, and what did you find out from them?"

"I talked to all the parents of the missing boys, and some of their friends. They said that before they disappeared, they began working out more than they ever had before. Changed their diets to help with muscle building. Spent less time with their friends and more on bodybuilding. Some thought it was unusual, but not very much."

"No clues as to where they went, or why?"

"None. No signs of struggle. When their vehicles were found, there were no signs of struggle there either. The vehicles, whether they were cars or motorcycles or bicycles, weren't damaged in any way. Every one of them just seemed to decide to leave home without telling anyone. No note as to where they went, nothing."

"What was your next move?"

"I was going to look into this some more, and if I still hadn't found anything, tell my sister what I'd discovered and I was sorry I couldn't find Shane."

"Do you think that would satisfy her?"

"No. Since there were other similar disappearances, she'd probably go talk to the other parents herself. Possibly go to the press to publicize this. She loved Shane, and she won't give up trying to find him."

"That won't do. No, that won't do at all. I'm going to have to take care of that sister of yours. Or rather, you will. Keep watching the screen. In an hour you'll worship and be selflessly devoted to me. I could have you kill her, but that's so messy and could lead to problems if her body is found. What you'll do is tell her you want to talk to her privately about what you found. Which will be on your phone, of course. Once she sees that, she'll decide she needs to move on with her life. I've not brainwashed any women before. No interest in them, really. But for the purposes of making her not be a problem, this is the best solution.

If there are any other people connected with this, like friends or family, who you think could also become a problem, give them the same treatment. And if any of them turn out to be cute guys, that's just a fringe benefit. Though I'll wait awhile to acquire them. I have so many other toys to play with; I needn't risk further scrutiny to get them right away. Might be time to move, since your investigation came a bit too close for comfort. Florida sounds appealing, and it's very far from here. I'm rambling, Rick, let's focus on you. Move the phone away from you and pan down. And up. What I can see, I like. I have been all about the twinky, but I think it's time to consider the hunky. Variety is nice, plus it's good to change the modus operandi around to reduce the possibility of other investigations. I'll let the reprogramming finish, and I'll get back to you."

Later�

"Who are you?"

"Officer Rick Patterson, master."

"What are you?"

"Your slave, master. Your toy, your plaything, your puppet, your humble and abject servant, your�"

"That'll do. Take off your shirt and let me see you. Oh. Yum. Lots of yum. Get completely naked, and hard, and let me see that. Wow, that's some serious heat you're packing. I am definitely going to have to do things to you. But that can wait. First, your sister and anyone else who might be a problem. You know what to do?"

"Yes, master, I know and obey. When I am finished, I will call you and then you can use me any way you want. Uhh, I want to be used by you so badly, master."

"I'm not going to use you badly, Rick. I'm going to use you very well. Now go, and carry out your instructions."

iPod People11

"My first Florida acquisition; a Miami Beach fireman. I saw you in that calendar and knew I had to have you. From what I can see, Chet, pictures don't do you justice. I'm so looking forward to seeing all of you in person. Are you down with that?"

"Yeah, man, I'm, like, so cool with that."

"Your reprogramming took less time than most. Not much upstairs, is there. But it's not like I want you for your scintillating conversation. Or any conversation. Inarticulate groans and screams of ecstasy are fine by me. You, sir, are going to be a permanent fixture in my den of iniquity. But I have to be cautious, so we'll lay the groundwork for your exit from your current life carefully. Still, that doesn't mean we can't have some evenings of wild abandon before that. Like starting now. Do you have any plans tonight?"

"Yeah, man."

"Please, master, not man."

"Sure, master. Anyway, master, I'm going out with my girlfriend for our two year anniversary."

"I could have you cancel, but no, better play it safe. How about tomorrow night?"

"No plans, master. I work tomorrow, then have the next three days off. I was going to stay home and chill."

"Well, tomorrow you'll be with me and it won't be chill. It'll be hot. Red, smoking hot. Here's the address." It appeared on the phone screen, and Chet memorized it. "Don't tell anyone you're coming here, obviously. Stop by your place and shower and get cleaned up first. Bring your fireman's uniform. We'll start with a striptease, then see where it goes from there. Got all that?"

"Yeah, master. I'll be there right after work tomorrow."

iPod People12

"Oh I do like swimmers. All that lean muscle and stamina. You're going to help me get the rest of your teammates under my control. Then maybe some of the other athletic teams. I probably won't have any of you with me permanently. Don't need the attention caused by a string of mysterious disappearances again, do I? But I can still have any of you over for a night or three of fun. Or several of you. A swimmer orgy sounds like so much fun. So go ahead and show each of your teammates the special message on your phone. One at a time, and only when you can be alone and undisturbed with them for an hour. Each one will then help in the conversion. It shouldn't take long to get all of you. I'll play with my other toys until then. Do you understand your instructions?"

"I do."

"Call me�sir. The 'master' thing is getting on my nerves a bit. I think I'll have you new guys call me 'sir' instead."

"Yes, sir. I understand and obey, sir."

iPod People12b

"Such a lovely swimmer you are, Damian"

"I am glad I you, Master."

"It does. You could be a model, with such a pretty face." Damian had been enslaved only days ago. There were only five more swimmers, then the entire team would belong to the Master. "Now to see your body. Strip."

Damian quickly obeyed. Soon he was standing naked and hard.

"Well, well. A bit on the twinky side, but gorgeous nonetheless. We will speak again this time next week. Do not masturbate. I will decide then whether I will allow you release at that point. Do you understand?

"Yes, Master, I hear and obey you in all things."

"Love to hear you say that. Until we chat again, �night Damian."

"Good night, Master."

(NOTE: I saw this post and it seemed perfect for iPod People. You don�t really have to care about what number it is, each story is relatively self-contained.)

iPod People13

Vance had finished his workout and was ready to lock up the gym. He made sure there was no one else there, and then went to the bathroom. He'd been horny all afternoon, ever since Stu, his friend on the swim team, had sent him that message with the subject line 'Triple-X Fine." He knew it was naked pics of some hot chick. Maybe Brenda, Stu's ex. Or Sheila. She was such a whore. Stu had a gift for getting girls to pose naked for him. Vance didn't know how he did it, but was happy to reap the benefits.

Vance eagerly opened the message, rubbing his crotch in anticipation. Score! It was Sheila and her friend Tiffany. Together. Doing it. Vance got even harder as he looked at picture after picture. There was a purple tinge to the photos, but who cared? Lesbian sex! The purple coloration got stronger, though, until there was only a wall of pulsing purple patterns on the screen. By that point, Vance was nearly oblivious, to everything.

"Hello, Vance," said a voice from the phone, "how's it hanging?"

"Wuhh, huh, don't, wuhh."

"Stu said you weren't much of a talker. Which means I'm likely to get a headache thinking down to your level. Fortunately I don't need to talk to you that much. It's your body, and your access to all the bodies of your fellow football players, that I want. Having the guy responsible for the gym in my power will make it so much easier to add all those pumped up studs to my ever-expanding sexual empire. But for now, watch the pretty colors, Vance. In a while, you'll have no greater desire than to obey me. Then you'll get naked and do some pull-ups and one-handed pushups for me. Followed by pounding your pud until you shoot your creamy load over that fine, fine chest. Rubbing it all over your pecs and abs, licking off the extra. Showering it all off while I watch through your phone. Can't think of a better way to spend an evening. Can you?"

"I, duh, think, can't, uhh."

"That's alright, don't talk. Just stand there and look hunky, that's what your best at. And mostly what you'll be doing for me from here on out."

iPod People14

"Show me a bicep. Terrific. I see you're happy to obey."

"Yes sir. I haven't had any sex since last week. Not with another guy, no masturbation, nothing. I have a hardon all the time, sir. I feel like I'm going to bust!"

"Well we can't have that. I'm having the rest of the swim team over tomorrow night. Be there or it could be another week."

"Yes sir, thank you sir. Should I wear anything special, sir?"

"Just something casual. And that you can get out of quickly. See you then."

iPod People15

"Fuck, Coach must be pissed that I missed the meeting. Hey, Coach."

"I sent you a copy of what we discussed at the team meeting. I need you to read it now, Steve."

"I'm sorry, Coach. Can it wait? I'll read�"

"Now, Steve, if you want to stay on the team. I'll wait."

"OK." Steve opened the message. His screen turned purple, lights and patterns shifting across it as he watched. "Damn phone, what�" The color seemed to reach out of the phone and into his head. Soon Steve was in a purple haze.

"Steve," said a voice, not the coach's, "can you hear me?"

"Yes. I can, hear you."

"Good. You were a bad boy, missing the meeting like that. And you being the biggest, most muscular stud on the team and all. I was going to convert the whole team in one go, after getting the coach and the assistant coaches under my control first. But you had to be the contrary one. So I'll have to make a special effort for you. Now apologize."

"I'm, sorry I, didn't come to the meeting?"

"That was genuine, not. So, doing anything this evening?"

"Was going out with, the guys, movie, party."

"Some of the guys on the team, you mean?"

"Yes."

"Well that's fine, since they've all been converted into my newest batch of gay sex slaves. So your evening's opened up. As you now will, to the reprogramming coming at you. When it's done, throw on a shirt and go to, " the voice said an address. "I'm going to have Dominic punish you for skipping out on the meeting. Of course by then, you'll love it, so it won't be much of a punishment. More like the beginning of your training. Still, it'll be fun for me, and that�s what counts. I'll be watching."

"You, punish, training, watch, why am I, uhh, so horny?"

"You'll find out, Steve. Very, very soon."

iPod People16

"How's Steve doing, Dom?"

"He's very good, sir. His mouth, oh, ohh, amazing."

"Point down so I can see. Has he got your dick completely down his throat?"

"Nearly, sir. It's like he's massaging meeee, uhhhhh."

"Is he a pro? Steve, have you done this before?"

The football player backed off Dominic so he could speak. Looking up at the phone, he said, "No sir, never. But I have gotten some amazing blowjobs. I just tried to remember them and do the same things. I want to make up for missing the meeting. When will I be able to make it up to you in person?"

"With that kind of attitude, maybe sooner than I'd planned. I was going to watch as Dom punished you, but you've put me in a forgiving mood. Dom, I was going to have you roughfuck him, but go easy on him instead. Just not too easy. Put the phone on the counter so I can see the two of you. And so you can have both hands free. OK, now plough his ass."

"I've never been fucked before, sir. I don't know how good I'll, ahhh, god it's so big, but it feels, oh, oh, feels, uhhh.""

"The programming has really worked on you, Steve. Are you gay, by any chance?"

"I like women and men, sir. But I've never done, uh, done anything with a guy, or told anyone those feelings. Feelins, so, amazing."

"Well, the whole women thing' s in the past now. And with the way you're progressing, you're going to be with me tomorrow night. Maybe the night after, too. Keep doing what you're doing, both of you. You're giving your master much pleasure."

"Yes sir," said Dominic. "Thank you sir, I won't disappoint you, can't wait until tomorrow, sir."

iPod People17

"Lean the phone against the mirror, Josh, so it's pointing at the shower. Now drop the towel and get in. Don't pull the curtain; the whole point of this is me watching while you please me. I'm not going to tell you what I want you to do, except turn on the water when I say. It's all up to you. The better you do, the more intensely mind-blowing an orgasm I'll allow you to have. Now turn on the water, Josh, and please me. Please your master."

iPod People18

"Your cousin Chet was right, Harrison. Your body is fantastic. Those pecs. My god, your nips are huge! I will have such fun playing with them. Your abs are very nice, and what a narrow waist. The bulge is promising. Pull down the speedos so I can see. Nice. Thick and meaty, but too much. How long is it?"

"Uh, who, no, suh, suh, seven, seven inches?"

"You're resisting, aren't you. Pointless, but always amusing. The programming works especially well if you're gay or slutty. According to Chet, you're not the former, but boy are you the latter. Like, total whore, from what he says. Once the programming's done, I'm going to have him show you the ropes, starting tomorrow. He deserves a reward for directing me to you. Then we'll have you transfer to Coral Gables University. Chet says you're quite the swimmer, so you'll be a great addition to the team. Got a feeling you'll be the new team mascock. As if they don't love and worship me already. Hmm, let's speed things up the process. Keep the camera pointed at the mirror but turn sideways. Stop, perfect. It is so hot see you with you ass in those speedos while your cock is out of them. Play with those nipples. That's it, that's it. Keep doing that. Oh, you are going to be so much fun, I can tell. Now go ahead and stroke yourself. Slowly, use some of that precum as lubricant. Yes, oh yes, you are doing so good. Get into it, really enjoy yourself. Don't cum until I say so, but tell me when you feel like you really want to. Pleasure is so useful for breaking through the mental defenses. It's why one of the first things the programming does is make you horny.

Half an hour later, Harrison said, "I need to, I, I, I, let me, oh man, let me, let me cum, never, never felt this good. Please, let me, let me cum."

"I'll tell you the key, shall I? It's a word. All you have to say is one simple word, and you'll have the best orgasm you've ever had. The first of many. But it will only work if you really mean it. Mean that you've given up all resistance/ and are mine forever. My obedient, unquestioning, adoring gay sex slave. Ready and willing to do anything with any man I say. If you feel that completely, and call me Master, you can cum."

"I, there's still a little, a part that doesn't want, I can feel that going, going away, it's like it's melting, last of, of my free will, it's, it's, it's, gone. I'm cumming, cumming for you, only you. Master."

As soon as he said the word, it was like an oil gusher. Except this gusher was white, and creamy, and sprayed all over the tiled floor. Harrison screamed at first, and then simply whimpered. When he was done he fell down bonelessly, the phone slipping from his hands, his head bowed. After a couple of minutes, Harrison heard his Master's voice, "How was that?"

"More than, better, I've never, god! I don't have words, Master."

"That's fine. Actions speak louder. Think they heard that in China. Now clean up, Harrison. Lick the floor, clean as you can, than wipe it down with some soap and water. Take a shower and get a good night's sleep. You're going to need it. If you think that was something, wait until you get with Chet. I'll let you go, but we'll be talking again soon. Good night, Harrison."

"Good night, Master."

iPod People19

"Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah!"

"Keep licking, I'll tell you when you can stop. You've been a very bad boy, Troy. Egging the houses of my swimmers. Keying my wrestlers' cars. Your rampant homophobia was your undoing, boy. Because after I'm done with you, you'll be the biggest gayest slut in Miami. Whoring yourself up and down South Beach is going to be your full time job. You'll be aware of everything you're doing, but unable to stop yourself. You'll probably get arrested, and maybe even gang-banged in prison.

"Normally, I just convert the men I want fairly quickly. But you, you're an exception. You will be converted eventually into my willing gay sex slave, don't get me wrong. You're not getting away from me, ever.

"You do have a choice, though. When to lose your identity.

"You will remain you, with your memories, all the things that define you. But with no control, doing anything I want. It will be like you're locking in your skull, watching a thorooughly degrading movie. But one where you'll experience every second. Just when you think it won't get more degrading, it will.

"I suppose there's a slim chance that someone will find out what I'm doing and you'll be rescued. But how long can you hold on to that slender chance?

"Should you decide to give up, and give in, contact me. Then it will end.

"You'll remember every sexual thing youdid, since it would be a shame to waste all that experience. But that's all you'll remember. Everything else, who you are, your self, will die. Essentially, you'll be committing individuality suicide.

"After that, you will be reborn. A happy whore, eager to do anything with any guy I want you to. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. You'll want for nothing.

"It will be interesting to see how long you last before you give in. Let's get things started. Keep licking, but look at the phone. See that address? In five minutes, stop licking, put on some clothes and go there. It's a fire station. Ask for Trent. He was my first acquistion when I moved to Florida. He helped me get the rest of his coworkers under my control. When the last one became mine, magic. A room full of firemen subject to my tiniest whim, well, that was a weekend that will live in infamy. Lucky for me I like infamy. Do you understand? One ah for yes, two ahs for no."

"Ah!"

"Good. I'd tell you to have fun, but I don't care if you do. I'll be watching, and as long as I have fun, that's all that matters. Later, Troy.

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"Hey Coach. It's a little late to call, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Derek. There's a training video I forgot to have you look at before you left. You know how it goes the first day on a new job."

"Yeah, there's a lot I've got to learn. But I'm happy for the opportunity. Assistant football coach for the winningest team in the Southeastern Conference, it's an honor. I won't disappoint you."

"I'm sure you won't. I've sent you the video to your phone. It's only 20 minutes. Could you watch it now? Then call me back with your thoughts. Just quick impressions; we can discuss it in more detail tomorrow Better to get it out of the way sooner rather than later, huh?"

"OK, Coach." Derek had wanted to get to bed early so he would be well rested for his first day at work. But an hour less than he'd planned probably wouldn't hurt that much.

He hung up and watched the video. It seemed pretty ordinary, nothing really special.

"That's odd." It looked like there was a purple cloud in the end zone. Could it be a fault in the video, or his phone? The more he watched, though, the less concerned he became, even as the cloud grew. When it filled the screen, all he cared about was watching the pretty purple patterns.

An hour later, the purple faded. Derek still seemed transfixed, and then shook his head. He called a number, but not the coach's.

"How was your training, Derek?"

"Very good, Sir. I'm ready to accept your commands."

"Excellent! You'll watch the video the next two nights, just to lock it all in. For now, take off your dress shirt. Nice. Pull the tank top up and behind your head. My, my, you are the hairy one, aren't you? That's a pleasant change from all the bare-chested I've got now."

"I was thinking of removing it all, Sir."

"Don't you dare! I really, really like your chest the way it is. It could be bigger, but you can work on that. Now become very aroused. Take off all your clothes. Yes, you will do quite well, Assistant Coach Derek. Very well indeed. Now go take a shower, but make sure I can see you. Play with yourself, but don't cum. I've got a weekend getaway planned, where you and the team will get to know each other more intimately. I want you primed to get pumped, and to pump. I'll meet you in person then too. For now, let's see what the new addition to the staff can do with his staff."

"Yes sir. Right away, sir."

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"Let's see how the new growth serum is working. No one else at the firehouse has been taking it, right, Brody?"

"Yes sir, only me."

"It's only been a month, but it the way that t-shirt's fitting you, I have high hopes. Lift it up, slowly."

"Yes sir."

"That Apollo's belt, wow. Abs, good, good, damn! That's crazy. Fuck! Stop! Let me take you in for a moment. Motherfreakin' unreal! I have got to get my hands on you, now. If the rest of you is like that, I'm going to have to bend you over something and ride you into the ground. Down with the shirt and get over to my place, post haste."

"The rest of me is better, sir. I'm on my way. Can't wait for you to wear me out, sir.

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"Well, Brody says your development from the serum is better than his, Jeremiah. Pull back so I can see� Crikees! Ok, not as shredded as Brody, but sizewise, woof! That towel looks like it's covering a nice big surprise. Get rid of it and show me.

"Yowza! Has it always been that big?"

"It's grown a little since I took the serum, sir, but not much."

"Let's see it hard. So, more a show-er than a grow-er. That's fine. I wouldn't want it much larger than it already is. You're off tonight, I know that. Grab two of the other guys there at the firehouse. Come on over to my place. You have a lot of real estate, and I think I'm going to have check you out from roof to foundation. How does shoving that dick up a teammate's ass while you're getting rammed by another sound?"

"Mmm, yeah, good, sounds, fuck."

"Well, then, get the guys and get your asses over here. That's an order."

"Yes sir, right away sir!"

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"What is your name, boy?"

"Clyde, sir."

"Why the naked pictures of yourself?"

"I'm sending them to my girlfriend. They really turn her on, sir."

"I can see why. Your body, as the song says, is a wonderland. How fortunate that you were sending these pictures while I was surfing the interwebs. Fortunate for me, that is, not for you or your girlfriend. Who you'll be seeing less of, and her you.

"I have't scanned for new meat in a while, since I'm so busy of late. But I decided to indulge tonight, and look what I found. How did you get your body in such ridiculous shape?

"I'm on the wrestling and gymnastics teams at my college, sir, so I have to work out a lot."

"Did you say wrestling AND gymnastics? So not only are you stacked, but also can twist yourself into all sorts of interesting positions? Plus what you've got going on below the waist, front and back? Damn! I have got to see you in person, the sooner the better.

"Let's see. Your phone places you in Michigan. So that's where you live?"

"When I'm at college, sir. During the summer I go home to Texas."

"Neither of which are near Florida. I could fly to see you, or you me. How much longer until you graduate?"

"Two years, then three years of graduate school."

"I can work with that. Now listen carefully, Clyde. You've decided you want to go to school in Florida. You're going to spend the summer visiting colleges and universities here. I'll decide your itinerary. When you get to Coral Gables University, I'll show you around campus personally. Then I'll try you out. If I like what you have to offer, you'll transfer to CGU. You may have to change your major, but you kids do that all the time.

"Until you come down here, keep doing what you're doing. But you'll feel more distant from your girlfriend. Spend less time with her, have less sex, be less considerate. If she hasn't broken up with you by the end of the semester, break up with her.

"You'll also lose interest in having sex with women in general. You'll find yourself more and more attracted to guys. Don't have sex with them, just masturbate to release the tension. Do you understand that all, Clyde?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Well until I get you down here, take off the rest of your clothes, go to your bedroom and masturbate. Put your phone where I can see you doing it. You won't be able to have release until I say you can, so this could take all night. Now go and follow my orders, Clyde. I want to see what you're capable of."

"Yes, sir, right away sir."

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"What, where am I, how did I get here?"

"He's regaining awareness, Ike. Another blast, if you please."

"Yes sir. It's OK, Arnold, just look at my cool new phone."

"Huh, phone?" A purple beam shot out of Ike's phone and straight into Arnold's eyes.

"Aaaargh!" Arnold tried to look away, but his vision was filled with glowing purple patterns. Then he felt relaxed, more and more relaxed. His mind emptied of fear and worry, until it was blank and open to the power of the purple.

Ike's conversion was not planned, since he was too young and slight of build for the master's taste. But he had walked in accidentally on his cousin Steve being trained by Dominic for the master's service. Not wanting to risk exposure, Dominic brought Ike into the master's fold.

The master did nothing to Ike, except use him as eyes to scout for other potential additions to the master's stable. And in Arnold, he had found an ideal candidate.

Arnold had had low self-esteem for years. He was scrawny, fairly homely and wore glasses. So one day he decided to go all out with bodybuilding. For a young man starting college, he had the physique of a man several years older. Ike, his best friend had told this all to the master.

So Ike had gone to Arnold's and used his phone to make Arnold's parents decide to go to bed early. They would not awaken until the next morning. Then he had zapped Arnold and brought him home with him. Ike's parents had seen the purple months ago, so with a simple suggestion, they were oblivious to anything Ike and Arnold did.

Now that Arnold was under again, the master took over. "Ike, give him the posing trunks. Arnold, take off all your clohes and change into them. Ike, don't point the camera at him until he's finished changing. I can see him naked later."

Once Arnold had carried out his orders, Ike said, "He's done, sir."

"Good. Now point the camera at his face and press 396." The purple beam shot out of the camera again and into Arnold's eyes. Soon their color matched that of the beam.

"When I tell you to turn it off, press 396 again. But keep it on him for now. Arnold, let's put you through some poses. And with each pose, you'll grow more and more horny. Start with most muscular. Oh, that's nice. Front double bicep. Like it, like it. Front lat spread. Good. Side chest. Like the profile, from top to bottom. Rear double bicep. Rear lat spread. Side tricep. And finally abdominal. Flex those biceps more. Crunch those abs. Hold it there. Zoom out, Ike. If anythng, you were understating. Wow. Oh, you can relax Arnold, arms by your side.

"I think I'm going to put you on the growth serum. You've got such a great foundation to work from. You're not going to CGU, but Hialeah Community College is close enough.

"Now let's finish your conversion. Ike, turn off the beam. Arnold, take the phone and look at the screen. Just allow the purple to wash over you and through you. In a while, your life will be so much simpler, since all you'll have to worry about is pleasing me. So easy, just to obey. Ike, go and watch TV or something. Arnold will rejoin you once his programming is complete."

"I will, sir. Thank you sir."

"Good, he's gone. I wanted some alone time. Arnold, hitch down your trunks with your free hand. Angle the phone down a little more. Well, you may be short, but you're not small. That's one thing you shouldn't have low self-esteem about. So much to play with. It will be so much fun when you give it to me with total abandon. No, strike that, reverse it. 'Cause I'll be the one giving it to you."

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"Well, Jared, aren't you a big slab of man. You could use a low dose of the serum, though, to get you some definition. Especially the abs. It's like you just have one big one.

"And speaking of big ones, that underwear looks fit to burst. When I tell you, go and do a striptease in the shower, but make sure I can see. Then soap yourself all over. Turn yourself on by touching yourself everywhere but between your legs. When you feel like you can't take anymore, and want to erupt like a volcano, scream out for me. Maybe I'll let you, maybe I'll let you keep churning. So, Jared, let the floor show begin."

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"How are you doing, Seth?"

"Practice is going well, sir. We're going to win Saturday's game."

"Which will put you one step closer to winning the SEC. Every college football player's dream. Have you been contacted by any other reps?"

"Yes sir, several. Each has said how much they are impressed by my performance, and tell me I am the odds-on favorite to win the Heisman."

"Excellent. Some of the other players have also been contacted. You all have big careers ahead of you."

"Thanks to you sir. We are nothing without your guidance. We live to serve you."

"Of course you do. Yet I never tire of hearing you say it. I look forward to the start of your professional careers. Since that will give me an in to the world of professional football, and a whole new supply of incredibly studly men I'll be able to acquire. With your help, of course."

"Of course, sir. All those pro players, under your control, it makes me, makes me so, turned on�" Seth couldn't help but fantasize about the potential new slaves, and what the master would do to them. And what he would let his fellow team members do to them. And what the master would have them do to the team members. Seth fell to his knees, moaning as the images of sweaty muscled men piled on each other, writhing in ecstasy, filled his mind.

"Seth, Seth, snap out of it. There'll be time for that later. After the game. Where you will all get the standard reward for victory. Or, on the outside chance you lose, the standard punishment."

Seth moaned again, but not in pleasure. Not completely. He recalled what happened after their one loss of the season. But no matter the punishment, as long as it came from the master, it meant he was paying attention to them, wanting them to be better. In fact, some of the things that happened last time� no, they must win. The master was always more pleased when they won. To make the master as happy as possible, that was the highest goal, the greatest dream.

"Get up Seth. It's bedtime. You can cuddle with one of the guys, but that's it. You need to have good sleep for the rest of the week. Tired players aren't winners."

"Yes sir, you're right sir, Going to bed now."

"Very well, Seth. Good night, give my love to the team. Hugs and kisses only. Sweet dreams."

"Good night, sir, and sweet dreams to you too."

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"Lift up the shirt, Jesse."

"Has my, my progress pleased you, sir?" Jesse had been working so hard, exercising more than any other team member. He wanted to earn the privilege of using the serum. Only the most favored were permitted to use it. The attention and extra time the master showered on those men, Jesse wanted that so badly. He waited anxiously for the master's opinion.

"I know what you've been doing, Jesse. It shows. Your physique is amazing. Really, really amazing. If you want to use the serum, you may. Though frankly, you hardly need it. Considering your current development, you'll receive a diluted dosage. A little more bulk and definition is all you need. You've done well, Jesse, very well. I'm most pleased with you."

Jesse felt like he was floating. For the master to be so effusive with his praise, he had not dreamed it was possible.

"Go ahead and continue your workout. You'll be contacted later with the schedule for receiving the serum. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you sir. I'm so, so happy my body pleases you so much. Returning to my workout. Good afternoon, sir."

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"I've had so many men, Dawson. So very, very many. And yet with all those men, I've never had one like you. You, Dawson, are my first ginger.

"Do you not like gingers, sir? I would be happy to dye my hair if it would be more pleasing to you. Don't, don't hate me because I'm ginger. I couldn't live if you hated me. Please, sir, please."

"Stop blubbering. It's quite the contrary. You, Dawson, are absolutely adorable. The glasses give you that whole geek chic vibe. And that body! Being on the swim team definitely does your body good. Show me�a double bicep pose."

The master blinked, and Dawson had assumed the position. "Wow, you are eager to please. It's that kind of attitude that will get you in my bed more than anything else. Well, not anything else, but it's high on the list. Combine that with the face of a guy who looks like he should be a 90 pound weakling, and the banging body of a swimmer who's twice that weight, and you, young Dawson, are not going to be going to bed alone anytime in the foreseeable future."

The master's hands skimmed Dawson's chest, starting at the bellybutton. They went up and brushed his already painfully erect nipples, cupped the flaring lats. Then he moved behind Dawson. He squeezed the bulging biceps, massaged the shoulders, and finally wrapped his arms around Dawson's narrow waist. He buried his face in Dawson's neck, sucking hard but not breaking the skin, giving Dawson a hickey.

It was all Dawson could do to not collapse from the sensations coursing through his body caused by the master's attention. He was amazed he was even able to maintain the double bicep pose. He did lean his head back against the master's. If a contented cat hummed instead of purred, it would have sounded like Dawson. He had never felt so aroused yet simultaneously relaxed. He did not think about it ever ending, but immersed himself in the rapture of it all.

But end it did. The master eased away and said, "You can drop the pose and stand normally. That was quite lovely. Just like you, Dawson. You will be in my bed tonight. Just you and me. In the future I'll share. You may not believe it, but you'll like that almost as much. But for now, a duo. My place at 8. I'd say be on time, but knowing you, you'll be early. Which works too. Whenever you get there, I'll be ready. And so, I know, will you."

"I will, sir. I'll please you so well that you'll only ever want me in your bed."

"Doubt that's possible, but I'd like to see you try. You were straight before I converted you, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, you obviously have no experience in that department. And you can only learn so much between now and tonight. Still, enthusiasm does count for a lot. As far as experience, you can practice that with the swim team on off hours. But for tonight, it will be what it will be. Even with your naivete in the manlove department, though, I know it'll be fantastic. Later, Dawson."

"Later, sir."

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"Progress report, Julian"

"I put the device in Lance's bathroom, sir. I was able to use it on one of the maids first to let me in. He will shower before he goes out tonight, so he will be exposed in about 4 hours."

"Excellent. After seeing him in motion during the game, I really wanted a piece of that tight end."

"Sir, he's, he's the quarterback for the other team, not the tight end."

"Julian, Julian, Julian, you're so adorable, you know that? He may be the quarterback, but he has a very tight end."

"Yes sir, I stand corrected. I, did kind of notice his backfield in motion."

"I noticed you noticing. And the rest of the team. Bit off on this game because of that. Still, you pulled it together and won, so it all worked out. Do you know what your reward's going to be for winning, and carrying out this task for me?"

"No sir, I don't"

"Well, once he's brought into the fold, you're going to bring him back to your hotel room. You will then proceed to loosen Lance's tight end, while I watch. You down for that."

"Sir, I am so down for that. Thank you sir. I'll make sure you like everything we do."

"Of course you will. Then after you're done, we can work on his transfer down here to CGU. I'm sure he'll be a valuable addition to the team. Especially after they all have a go at him. But you first, Julian. I'll call you once he's finished processing. Later."

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"What is that?" Lance said. He had only been in his hotel room for a few minutes when he heard music coming from the bathroom. "Is that, is that 'Fly Me to the Moon?" When he visited his grandparents, they played that song sometimes. They also played other old songs like it. How many times did Grandpa say, "That's when music was music, Lance"? He loved his grandparents, but they were so out of it.

The music started again. It sounded like a ringtone. Had the last person who stayed here left their cellphone? Wouldn�t the hotel staff have found it?

Lance had to go to the bathroom anyway to get ready for tonight. The team had lost, so he was going out with the other guys to drown their sorrows. If they got some action too, that wouldn't hurt.

He opened the bathroom door and saw that there was a cellphone. "That's weird." The cellphone was attached to the wall somehow, next to the mirror. Maybe it was something the hotel offered? But no one at the front desk had said anything about it.

When he was a few feet from it, the phone emitted a purple beam directly into Lance's eyes. It didn't hurt, but all he could see was purple. He tried to put his hand up to block the light. But he felt sluggish, his mind clouded. Before he could get his hand very far, it stopped and fell listlessly to his side. He remained were he was, as the light penetrated deeper and deeper, until it filled every part of his brain.

"Yes, Lance, relax. Relax and let the programming take over. You're playing for a new team, Lance, and I'm your coach. You have to do everything the coach says, believe everything he tells you. If he tells you something is true, you have no doubt it is. If you want to be a winner, you must obey the coach."

"New team. Want to, win. Coach tells truth. Must obey coach."

"That's it. Let the coach take over. You're part of the team. You live for the team. You must do what's best for the team. Following the coach's orders unquestioningly is best for the team."

"Team, part of team, live for team, don't question coach."

"Now it gets fun. Woman don't interest you. They're a distraction from the team. You love only the team. The team is all. The team will satisfy all your needs, and you will satisfy theirs. The closer the bond of the team, the better the team will be, the more it will win. Having sex with the team and the coach will strengthen the bond. Winning turns you on more than anything, and having sex with the team, will make you a winner."

"Women distract. Love the team. Satisfy the team. Sex with the team makes it stronger. Sex with the team, so hot." Lance started to fondle himself as his desires were reoriented.

"That's good, that's very good. You're making your coach very happy. You know what will make the coach even happier? Seeing you naked. Get naked, Lance. It will show that there is nothing between you and the team, that you give yourself totally to the team and the coach. You want your body to be seen by the team. The more you see of your team, the more connected you will be."

"Naked, must be naked, give myself to the team."

"Your body is pleasing to the coach. Very pleasing. You live to share your body with the coach and the team. In a while, you will meet one of your new team members. You will share yourself with him, and strengthen your bond to the team."

"Body pleases coach. Want to share body. Will share my body with new team member. Ohhh, uhhhh, share, bond, stronger."

"Yes, Lance, let the light fill you and illuminate your new path. Your new future awaits."

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"Yo, Lance, how's it hanging?" said Silas.

"It's hanging, bro. Sending you something you gotta see. Check it."

"OK. Let's see, what?" The screen on Silas phone glowed bright purple. It was so bright that all he could see was purple. "Yo, Lance, this is� is� jacked� uuuuup." He brought the phone closer, his gaze locked on the patterns swirling out of his phone and into his head. "Puh, pretty, puh, puh, purple."

"That's good Lance, I'll take over. Yes, Silas, pretty purple. So pretty. So easy to let it in until it fills you, takes you over. So easy to open yourself to it, and me."

"Easy, purple, fill me, purple, open, open to you."

"That's it. Keep looking but pull the phone away so I can see what Lance was talking� Those abs are insane. I mean, the arms and chest and all are hot, but those abs, unreal. Why did Lance have to tell me about you, Silas? Don't answer.

"You present me with a dilemma though. I was only planning on bringing Lance down here, but now I'm sorely tempted to bring you as well. I really shouldn't, but damn.

"Let the purple change you, transform you until you are part of my team. Ready and willing and eager to do anything I ask of you, to please me in any way. When that's done, take off all your clothes. Then I'll decide what I'll do with you, and to you."

"Purple, change, transform, team, eager, please you�"

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"Sir, I, I can't even think straight. So, so horny. Can I, please, can I?"

"I have strung you out for a while, Thomas, haven't I? How long has it been?"

"Three, three weeks sir. I'm hard, all the time."

"Really? Hadn't meant to let you go so long, but it does prove my point. I do have complete control over all my slaves. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir, you control us completely, we have to do whatever you say, we want to make you happy, we live to serve you, to help you get more slaves, oh god, please sir, help me."

"Since you've gone above and beyond, Thomas, I'm ready to give you permission. Put the phone on the counter, but angle it so I can see you. Now take off your underwear. Well, you didn't have to tear them off, but I guess you are getting desperate. Hmm, yep, I'd call that desperate.

"When I say so, start jerking yourself off. I know you want to get off right away, but go slow at first. Don't worry, I'll allow you to let loose shortly. The better the show, the sooner you go. Alright, Thomas, start your engine."

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"I am ready to serve you sir, in any way you wish."

"Naked, in bed and on your knees. You are ready, aren't you? Let me take you all in. Your family is definitely blessed with good genetics. You're a bit prettier than your older brother, but that's not a bad thing. Plus it looks like you're bigger downstairs than him. How's he doing, by the way?"

"Silas was sad that you didn't bring him to Miami with Lance. He really wanted to be part of the team there."

"I may yet, but not for another year. I'd rather not draw too much attention to my little slice of heaven. You, on the other hand, are a different story. You're finishing your senior year, then off to college. Wanting to follow in the footsteps of your brother's best friend by attending CGU, that would be completely understandable. So that's what you'll do. By this time next year, you'll be here. Part of the team, and serving me."

"I, I can't wait sir. Could I come down early to visit? The sooner I can serve you, even a little bit, the better."

"With that kind of attitude, you're going to become the overcoach's favorite pet. Have you had any experience with other men?"

"No sir. I'm actually a virgin sir. I was saving myself for marriage, but now I'm saving myself for you."

"That is so endearing. But I want you to have some know-how before we get together. Tell you what. You and Silas, practice on each other. Don't let anyone know, though, you know?"

"Yes sir, if you say so."

"Don't pout, Curtis. Your first time may not be with me, but trust me, every time with me will be the best time. After all, that's how you're programmed now. So for now, get with Silas whenever you can. Have fun, change it up. I want to slide right in when you get here. I'll call Silas and give him the news. We'll keep in touch, so we can make travel arrangements for your first campus visit. Seeing you there, like that, it can't be too soon."

"Thank you sir. I'll please you more than anyone ever has. Do you want to watch Silas and I while we're practicing?"

"Just when I think you can't dream up new ways to make me happy. Yes, Curtis, that's a splendid idea. I'll arrange it with Silas. You, young man, you are a keeper."

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"Ready for the orgy, Eddie?"

"Yes sir. Now that Lance has officially moved here, I look forward to welcoming him to the team."

"Excellent. Sitting for the next few days will be interesting for him, after you guys get through with him. But he'll get over that soon enough. The rest of you certainly have."

"Yes sir. We'll give him the team dildo to practice with in his spare time. He'll be fine."

"Of course he will. See you tonight. And make sure you wear something that will tear away easily."

"Yes sir, I will sir. Look forward to seeing you and the team tonight, sir."

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"Hello, Marcus."

"Good evening, sir. To what do I owe this privilege?"

"You're so cute when you play coy. I'm calling to congratulate you, natch. Florida Collegiate boxing champion. I am rather proud of you, Marcus."

"Thank you, sir. To know that I please you so greatly, it's, it's, I can't, I'm, thank you, sir. I owe everything to you. If you hadn't chosen me to be yours, I never would have trained so hard. And I never would have gotten your serum. All I am, my mind and body, you made me what I am today. I can never show my appreciation enough, sir."

"Speaking of bodies, take off the shirt and let me see yours again. Marcus, you are, in a word, magnificent. And another word. Breathtaking. Everyone responds to the serum a bit differently. Your body was one of the best results. I've not spent enough time admiring my handiwork up close. When you get home, we're going to rectify that. I'm going to reward you so much you're going to walk funny for a week."

"Sir, I, to be so close to you, I, uhhh, I'm so, uhhh."

"Just the reaction I was hoping for. But save some of that for when we're together. Tomorrow night, my champion."

"It can't be too soon, mas-, um, sir."

"You can say it, Marcus, you've earned it."

"Thank you. It can't be too soon, master. Becoming your slave was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"It was, wasn't it? Anyway, get a full night's rest. You're going to need the energy. Until tomorrow."

"Yes, master. Until tomorrow."

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"Hello, sir, I'm calling to remind you about the meeting tomorrow night of the orgy-of-the-month club. Can we count on your attending?"

"Ha, ha, Larry. Yes, I'll be there. Have I ever missed one?"

"Hate to quibble sir, but actually, two."

"See, my turn to joke. And it's been only one, since you cancel the one six months ago because there was that rash of fires. You never rescheduled, did you?"

"No sir, we could never get a break in the schedule when everyone was available."

"Well, work on that. Shoot for next month. Two consecutive weeks preferably, but separated by a fortnight would be acceptable."

"Very good sir. I'll get right on that, eh, wot?"

"Did you ever live in England, Larry? That was rather a good British accent."

"No, sir, just watched lots of Monty Python growing up."

"That'll do it. Anyway, yes, I'll be there tomorrow. I'll be bringing a party favor along too. When I found out he wanted to be a fireman after converting him, having him attend this month's orgy seemed like the right thing to do. If you like him, I'll arrange for him to join your unit."

"That'll be great, sir! I'm sure he'll fit right in."

"And you'll all fit right in him."

"That too, that too. After all, you do have excellent taste. Presenting Exhibit A." Larry moved the phone away so the master could see the fireman's shirtless hairy muscled torso.

"Modest much?"

"If you've got it, flaunt it. Your instructions, sir."

"Ok, guilty as charged. The prosecution rests. Until tomorrow then."

"Until tomorrow, sir. I'll let the guys know you'll be there, and are bringing something special. Looking forward to seeing both of you."

iPod People37

"Are you ready for tonight, Ian?"

"As ready as I can be, sir. I've been using the dildoes you gave me, so I'm all loosened up. But it's not the same as the real thing, is it, sir?"

"No, it's not. But now it'll be much easier for you, and you should enjoy yourself. Remember, too, you're trying to impress these guys. If they like you, you'll be part of their firehouse. And trust me, now that I've altered your point of view, bunking with them will sate even a horny kid like you."

"I'll impress them sir. Living with all those firemen, uhhh, it gets me so hot."

"Show me. Get rid of the towel."

Ian pulled it off, leaving him standing naked and hard for his master to see.

"You are ready, definitely. Excellent. Now go and get dressed. I'll pick you up in an hour."

"Very good, sir. I'll be ready."

iPod People38

"Sorry, Marc, you didn't make the cut."

"What? I, did I, did I do something wrong?"

"No, Marc, no. It's just that with so many gorgeous firemen to choose from, and only twelve months in the year, we ran out of months. In any ordinary firehouse, you'd be in the calendar, no question. But as you well know, yours is no ordinary firehouse."

"Yes, sir, I know. And I'm grateful every day to work here, and play here. But I was really hoping to be in the calendar. The thought of all the guys who buy it looking at me, getting off from seeing my picture, damn, it's such a turnon!"

"There will be women who buy it."

"Who cares? It's only guys that matter, thanks to you."

"True, but I do like to check now and again. It wouldn't have a little to do with bragging rights too, would it?"

"Yeah, well, maybe."

"Because only the best of the best make it into the calendar? I'm sorry, Marc, but it is what it is."

"Could I, could I maybe change your mind?"

"And how would you do that?"

"Well, you haven't spent as much time with me as some of the other guys. I haven't been able to show off, you know, all my talents."

"Marc, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Will it get me a spot in the calendar?"

"Hmm. Of course you'll do anything for me, as will any of you. But it's true I've not gotten to know you that well. I am intrigued by what, exactly, you think you can do to make me change my mind. I hadn't decided who was going to share my bed yet, so you're in luck. Come over to my place tonight."

"I have plans, but I'll cancel. I'll be there, sir."

"Good. I look forward to getting to know you more intimately. And hey, even if you still don't get in the calendar, a night with me will rock your world."

"It couldn't be any other way, sir. This will also be a chance for me to more fully express my gratitude for taking over my mind and body, and letting me share them with all your other possessions at the firehouse. I hope I can rock your world too."

iPod People39

"This is slave Neal. My conversion is complete. What do you wish me to do, master?"

"First off, call me sir, not master. At least until I tell you different."

"Yes sir"

"That's good. You're, don't tell me. You're on the wrestling team at Hialeah Community College, right?"

"Yes sir. I'm in the top three of the team."

"Let me see more of you. Wow! If the other two are as hot as you, I want them right away. You wear a tanktop outside a lot?"

"I do, sir. How did you know?"

"The tanline. Interesting, but we'll have to do something about it. Some nude sunbathing at my place will give you that all-over tan I prefer. So, what's your schedule like?"

"I have some tests this week I'm studying for. Wrestling practice."

"Hmm. Don't want to interfere with the academics. You need to stay on the team. Tell you what. Clear next Tuesday evening and night. If you've got practice, I'll get you out of it. I have some influence with the coach. Be at my place at 5 PM." The address appeared in Neal's head, as it was included in the conversion programming. "Can you do that without raising any suspicions?"

"Yes sir, I can do that. I will be at your place on Tuesday after school at 5 PM."

"Terrific. Wear a wrestling singlet under your street clothes when you come over. I think I'll have you go a few rounds before the main event. 'til Tuesday."

iPod People40

Herb ran up the stairs to his apartment. Fumbling with the keys, he found the right one and quickly opened the door. Slamming it behind him, he dashed into the bathroom.

"Why am I in such a fucking hurry?" he wondered aloud. Almost as if on cue, he heard his 'Every Breath You Take' ringtone. Picking up the phone from the counter and hitting 'talk', he said, "I am here, sir."

"As well you should be. So how are you doing, Herbie the Love Hunk?"

"I'm incredibly horny, sir. I have not had sex or masturbated for over a week."

"Still? I thought you would have given in by now."

"No sir. There is still a part of me that is resisting total conversion. But it is diminishing as I get hornier. I know I can only cum when every part of me is ready to be completely in your power."

"Never underestimate the power of young male hormones, I always say. How is the growth serum working?"

""Very well, sir. I am able to train longer and harder. I have gained ten pounds of muscle mass in the last two weeks."

"Impressive. Let me see. Oh yes, you are filling out nicely. Alright. I will call you again in a week at this time. But if you succumb to your libido and me by then, you call me. Understand?"

"Yes sir, I do. I'm sure I will be calling you first."

"I do hope so. I really want to put that body of yours through its paces. Then maybe work on some of your other teammates. You have some major hotties over there at Hialeah Community College. Later, Herb."

"Later sir." Herb hung up and put the phone down. Coming out of his trance and unaware of what had happened in the last few minutes, he stripped out of his track pants and showered. His hand drifted down to his painfully hard cock. There was something he need to do, though. Give in to... something. Something that would make his life easier. As he began stroking, a tiny voice in his mind was saying he should stop. But why?

"Fuck it," said Herb as he stroked faster and the voice shrank more. Give in. It would be great just to give in...

iPod People41

"Neal! How's it going, bro?"

"Great, Dill. I'm going to send you something."

"OK." Dillon opened the message, and his phone screen seemed to fill with purple sparkles. "What the..." The more he looked, the more captivated he was by the flashes and colors.

"Dillon," said a different voice from the phone, "Neal has told me so much about you. Especially your superhot body. He says it's almost as sick as his. Is he right?"

"Whuuh, who, can't." Dillon was creeped out by the conversation, but try as he might, he could do nothing but continue to stare at the phone.

"Take off your shirt, then watch the screen again." Dillon was screaming inside, but he obeyed with no hesitation or protest.

"Now turn on the camera and give me a selfie. Oh my my. Absolutely delicious. I have a thing for bad boys. Well, let's be honest. I have a thing for boys, period. But bad boys have a special appeal. You are going to make an exquisite addition to the team. You'll be taking cock in your mouth and up your ass like a pro in no time."

"Please, no, don't fuck, me."

"Oh I'm going to fuck you good, but not yet. You need to be broken, and broken in first. I'm going to let your friend start that process. Neal?"

"Yes sir?"

"In an hour, go over to Dillon's. The first stage of conversion will be done by then. Spend the evening showing him how to please men. Repeat for the next few nights until he is completely mine, like you are. Understand?"

"Yes sir. I will make sure he'll be able to please you as much as I hope I do."

"Neal, if you can make him half the slut you are, I'll be over the moon. Dillon, when Neal comes over, you will let him in and do whatever he says. Understand?"

"Don't want, but, I understand."

"Good. Keep staring at the screen and feel your resistance melt away. I look forward to testing you out myself soon. Until then, boys."

iPod People42

When his phone rang and he saw the call was from his little brother Lance, Lewis picked up immediately.

"Hey big bro!"

"Hey little bro! It's been too long."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just been crazy."

"So the new school's keeping you busy?"

"Don't you know it. So can you say when you'll be back stateside?"

"A few months. Can't say more than that, you know."

"Yeah, I know, military secrets and all that. Hey, there's been something I've been meaning to send you for a while. Take a look when you get a chance, OK?"

"Sure."

The brothers talked for a half hour before Lance had to leave.

"Don't to be such a stranger, little bro. I'd like to talk to you again at least once or twice before I get back."

"No promises, but I'll try. Later."

"Later."

Lewis opened the file his brother had sent him. His screen lit up and flashed with different colors and patterns. "What the�" The screen felt like it was getting bigger, as it changed to mostly purple. More of his attention became focused on it, until his mind was only filled with swirling purple.

"Hello Lewis."

"Hello sir." The response was dull, and Lewis' eyes were glazed.

"Your brother thought I might find you of interest. Take your shirt off and flex for me."

Lewis mechanically obeyed. "Not bad. But I have much better available to me already. Still, how about you work out more frequently. Then when you get back I'll see if want to do anything with you. And while you're at it, take pictures of any of the others stationed with you that are hot and send them to me. Maybe you'll be able to help me find other new recruits."

"Yes sir. I will carry out your orders sir."

"Good. Already trained to obey. That does make you potentially more appetizing. Forget everything that happened since you talked to your brother, but carry out all my orders. Understand."

"I will forget but carry out those commands sir."

"Great. Until we meet, good night Lewis."

iPod People42b

Matthew Born as Todd

Luke Guldan as Landon

"Here are those Promising Tomorrows scholarship applications you wanted to see, sir."

Taking the two folders from his secretary, the university athletic director said "Thank you, Miss Jenkins. That will be all for now."

After she left, the director smiled. Promising Tomorrows. A noble sounding name. A program for athletes who did well in high school sports, but whose grades did not meet the usual scholarship standards. Applicants were not eligible if they were simply lazy. There had to be extenuating circumstances. Poverty, tragedy in the family, or something of that nature. It was open to men and women. Only two women had applied, and both had been accepted.

It was completely funded by donations from wealthy alumni. Alumni on whom the director had used his special form of electronic persuasion.

The program was simply another means to get attractive young men under his control. Desperate people did not examine too closely what looked like a lifeline to a better life. Granting scholarships to women merely helped mask his true intentions.

The director opened the top folder. "So, Todd, let's learn more about you."

Todd was a baseball player and had won numerous awards at his high school for that. He also played volleyball. His GPA was 2.5, which was why he was going to a community college instead of a university. For the director, though, his major qualifications were his pictures. "Yes. I think we can find a place for you at CGU. Though I'll have to find out what's under that uniform first."

The next young man, Landon, was a star halfback on his high school football team. His GPA was only 2.2. He was not even going to college, since his family was unable to afford to send him without a scholarship. "Straddles the line between hunky and pretty. I can think of other things for you to straddle."

The director was inclined to accept both scholarship requests. But he would have to interview them in person, of course. And before the interview, a special phone call to each was in order. He began texting each of them, to arrange those calls.

Days later, Todd was alone in his room. The text from the director had specified that. It seemed odd at first, but there was something, something purple. Of course it made complete sense for him to be alone.

His cell phone rang. "Are you alone?"

"Yes sir."

"I want to show you something. Examine it very carefully."

The screen turned purple. It was like a fog. A fog that filled his mind. It was all he could think about.

"Go into the bathroom. Take off your shirt and send me a selfie. Got it. Well. Someone does some serious working out."

"Yes sir."

"Keep watching the screen until the program stops. Then watch it again for the next few days. Call me when you have been fully converted."

"I obey, sir."

The next evening, a similar conversation occurred with Landon. The director was similarly pleased with the sent selfie.

About a month after, the director was showing the two around campus.

"This is the athlete's dorm where you'll be staying. As you can see, each room is for two occupants, but they're not cramped. If you both get accepted, you'll likely be roommates. That OK?"

"OK?" Todd exclaimed. "They're huge! You could have four guys living together easy."

"Yeah," added Landon. "This is amazing!"

"Glad you like it, boys. Now I've got a special treat. Next stop, the gym."

They went to a building across from the dorm. "We have state of the art equipment to keep our boys in tip top shape. Next, the locker room."

Once there, the director said to Todd, "That one's yours," pointing to a baseball uniform. "And that's yours," indicating football gear. "Put those on and meet me in the assistant coach's office at the end of the hall."

A few minutes later, both young men joined the director in the soundproofed room. "Close the door and lock it. Let me see you."

Todd's uniform was not the standard baggy one. It was tailored to show off his muscles and ass, almost looking like he was wearing spandex. Landon was wearing spandex pants, with jersey and pads and helmet.

"What do you think? Ready to play for our team?"

"Sure!" said Todd. "Damn straight!" said Landon.

"You can take the helmet off. That's better. I'm glad you like your uniforms. But I'm much more interested in seeing you out of them."

The two frowned. "I'm, you know, flattered I guess," said Landon, "but I'm not into guys."

"Me neither," said Todd.

"Too late to object now. It's muscle slave time."

Backing away, they stopped and bowed their heads. "What do you wish me to do, master," they said in unison.

"That's better. You've been using the dildoes I told you to get?"

"Yes master."

"And they are not causing any discomfort now, only pleasure?"

"Yes master."

"Great. Take the gear and jersey off. Landon, Landon, Landon." He was wearing a cutoff T-shirt that hugged his chest and showed off his abs. "I think you're going to be wearing that a lot in the future."

Turning to Todd, the director said, "Out of the uniform, down to your underwear." After doing as ordered, the director examined him. "Fantastic. I like what I see. A lot. Not even going to give you boys any serum. I will be approving your scholarships. But before I do that, there is one more thing I need to check. A final exam, you might say. Let's start with the oral portion. Have either of you had any sexual experiences with men?"

"No."

"You've both had blowjobs, correct?"

"Yes," said Landon.

"No," said Todd.

"No? A hunk like you, and an athlete? Why not?"

"I haven't had any sex, master. I'm saving myself for marriage."

"You're a virgin? Really?"

"Yes master."

"Well that changes tonight. Landon, you said you've had blowjobs. Good ones?"

"Very good, master."

"Then demonstrate on Todd so he will know how to give one as well. Get naked first, but leave that t-shirt on."

"As you command, master." Todd pulled off his underwear as Landon got undressed. Then the football player kneeled in front of his fellow slave and took his hard cock in his mouth. Todd was soon moaning, throwing his head back. "That feels� incredible. Keep going. Uhhhh."

After a while, the director had Landon stop. "You know how now?"

"Yes master," said Todd, "Landon's a terrific teacher."

"Excellent. On the floor on your back. You're going to sixty-nine with Landon on top while I fuck him." Seeing the baseball player's expression, he added, "I know you're disappointed, but I will be getting into that ass soon enough. Just not tonight."

In no time the two were sucking each other as though they had years of experience. The director, now naked, had lubed himself generously and thrust into Landon's upturned ass. The young man stopped sucking and groaned, then resumed. They set up a rhythm, in and out of each other like machines.

The director grabbed his slave's shoulders and pounded into him faster and faster, then stopped as he pumped what felt like an unending torrent into Landon. The two athletes shot into each other's mouths, some spilling out and dripping down their chins.

The director rested his chest on Landon's broad back. Panting, he said, "You have both, both passed. Starting next semester, you'll be here at CGU. Welcome to the team."

Freeing their mouths, they said, "Thank you master." Todd said, I will serve you forever." To which Landon added, "Me too master. Me too."

(NOTE: These were two separate requests, which I decided to combine. I don't often do requests, since the subjects have to inspire me. Saying that, Matthew and Luke were all kinds of inspirational. You don�t really have to care about what number it is, since each story is relatively self-contained.)

iPod People43

Heath was working out late in the university gym. He had been working out more than usual the last few months, and the results showed. He was bigger than he thought he ever could be.

"You are fantastic, Heath," said a strange voice behind him.

Heath turned. No, not strange, but strangely familiar. How did he know this man?

"I'm the university athletic director. I helped approve your application here."

"Thanks. It's great being here."

"Yes it is. And long overdue to show your appreciation. It was worth the wait, though. What a mountain of muscle you've become. You'll make a magnificent addition to my collection."

Heath did not like the way the conversation was going. "I'm flattered, I guess, but I don't swing that way."

"Not yet, but it's time you did. Your programming has been in place for some time. It's why you've become such a workout fiend. Time to show me what you've got. It's muscle slave time."

"I'm not going to�" Heath protested, but the man's final sentence seemed to echo in his head, getting louder. His mind also filled with purple, shapes and patterns that erased all his objections.

"What do you wish me to do, master."

"Take off your shirt and flex for me."

Heath pulled off his muscle T and obeyed. "Those guns," the man said, caressing the bulging bicep. "And pecs. It's like you have bigger tits than Dolly Parton." He pinched a nipple, causing Heath to make a low moan and the front of his pants to grow.

"Let's see the rest somewhere more private. Put your shirt back on and come with me." Heath obeyed, going with the man to the parking lot. "Get in your car and follow me."

"Yes master".

They drove until they reached a large mansion surrounded by a fence. The gate opened and they both went through and stopped in the driveway.

"Go in, up the stairs to the third floor, seventh door on the left. Get comfortable and I'll be there shortly."

Heath did as he was told. The room was a moderately sized bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and lay on the bed, waiting.

The wait was not long. The man entered wearing only a knee length bathrobe. Heath's hand drifted down, squeezing the growing mound in his sweatpants.

"Not bad, but when I said comfortable, I meant completely naked. Fix that."

"Yes master". He pulled off his sweats and threw them on the floor. His excitement at seeing his master was growing every second.

"Much better. Now stand and pose like this." The man struck an artistic pose, and Heath immediately copied it. "You follow orders perfectly." The man's hands explored various parts of his new acquisition. He finally stopped and took off his robe, exposing his own naked body, and laid down on the bed.

"Come here and give me the best blowjob you can. Don't worry because you have no experience, I'll guide you. Mmm, yes, not bad. Slow is good." He took hold of Heath's head, moving it up and down. "That's right, you've got it. You're going to get me nice and wet, so I can break in that virgin ass. You want that, don't you?"

The man pulled Heath's head up so he could answer. "Yes master. I want your cock in my ass more than anything in the world."

"Then you'll have it." Pushing Heath's head down again, the man made him resume the blowjob. "Very good. I think I might treat the guys at the firehouse with you for the next orgy. The things they can teach you will only make you a better lover. Mmm, I am going to enjoy using that amazing body of yours. Mmmm."

iPod People44

Manny was having a great time at the university mixer at the Biltmore, but he wanted to check on his girlfriend. She had left earlier complaining of a headache, but said he should stay to socialize with the important people at the party. They could do a lot for Manny's career, she said.

But after an hour, he excused himself and went up to their room. If she was ok he could still go back to the party. However, when he went in, the room was empty.

"She's alright. I just had her leave so we could have some alone time."

It was the university athletic director. Manny had always felt a bit intimidated by him. "Where is she?"

"Like I said, not here. Don't worry about her. This will help you to relax." The director showed Manny an iPhone. Pressing a button on the side, a purple beam shot out and filled Manny's eyes.

"What are you do�" Manny stopped as he found it harder to think. Finally the only thing in his mind was the purple.

"That's more like it. Your previous programming worked excellently, since you're responding so well now." The director turned off the phone. "Take off your shirt and pants but leave the glasses on."

"Yes master." Obeying, he stood in the board shorts he had worn underneath, waiting for further orders.

"Very good. Dressed just like I wanted. The whole geek sexy thing works great for you. But you need to grow your hair out. It's nice to have something to hang on to. The serum has done wonders for your body." The director pulled the shorts down to the floor, Manny's slapped against his own stomach. "Step out of the pants. Yes, every inch of you has improved, very much so."

The director shucked off his own clothes. "Grab your ankles. Good, flexible as well. Now stay that way while I fuck you. It may hurt a bit at first, but it will soon feel good. Better than any sex you have ever had. So much so that you'll want to have sex with me all the time. And when I let you cum, you will be mine forever, another hot young stud with which I can play. Now beg for that."

"Please fuck me master. Make me your slut forever. I need your cock inside me master."

"You asked for it. Don't scream, though. Don't want to disturb the other guests."

The director pushed in. If Manny had not been commanded, he would have screamed. It hurt so much. He moaned and whimpered until the director was completely inside him. As he was pumped, though, it did feel better. So much better. Soon he was begging to be fucked harder and harder. How he had lived before, he no longer understood. He knew that serving his master for the rest of his life was what he wanted to do. Forever a slave. Obedient. And happy.

iPod People45

"Why, Wyatt? Why have I waited so long to bring you into the fold? I've been having ever so much fun with Neal and Dillon for some time now."

Wyatt was standing in his bedroom, shirtless and frozen, hands clenched by his side. He stared at the small camera in the ceiling. The camera and iPhone that he had put there, then made to forget. The iPhone through which the voice was speaking to him.

"True, Neal and Dillon are more shredded than you. But you have the whole blonde thing working for you. Plus I'm liking that lion tattoo. Neal's gone a bit overboard in that department. Still uber hot, don't get me wrong."

Wyatt said nothing, the purple glow from the iPhone filling his mind.

"Let's see more of you. Slide off the sweatpants."

Mindlessly obeying, Wyatt now wore only underwear. "And get rid of the rest." Wyatt did that as well, standing naked, never taking his gaze off the iPhone the entire time.

"You are, mmph. Seeing you there, from this angle, just had a thought. You three could be very popular online. And if I set up a pay-per-view site, profitable too. If I ever get tired of you guys, which seems unlikely, I could also use the site to sell you to the highest bidder. Only dabbled in that sort of thing, but this has possibilities. I can picture you doing solo and group stuff. You and Neal especially, with the whole tattooed bad boy thing. Neal has proven to be one of the sluttiest boys I've gotten my hands on. He'll show you how to do things you've never imagined. In the meantime, let's see what you can do by yourself. Get hard for me."

Almost as though it had a mind of its own, his cock grew until it was pointing up, almost directly at the camera.

"Now jerk off, but take it easy. Good. Make some noise, let me hear how much you like this."

"Uhhh, yeah, feels good, uhh, mmm."

"We'll have to work on the dialogue, but alright for a start. Continue while I watch and think about the things I'm going to do with you. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want to suck your cock, uhhh, fuck me, yeah, fuck Neal, suck Dillon, uuhh."

"Keep going. Don't stop." The voice laughed. "This is going to be an entertaining night."

iPod People46

"Gaaaaahhh!"

Cameron was flexing all his muscles as hard as he could. He wanted to show his body at its massive best to his master.

"Spectacular, Cam, absolutely spectacular. You've had one of the best responses to the serum I've ever seen." The voice came from above, from the hidden monitor in the ceiling. The one from which the master could see Cameron anytime he chose.

"And your waist. If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been wearing a corset. You have exceeded all my expectations. A true muscle beast. You can relax now."

"Thank you master," Cameron growled. Kneeling, he said, "Everything I am, everything I have become, is because of you, master. How can I thank you for your gifts?"

"Well, keep doing what you're doing and I'll be happy. Also it's time I examine you in person. Come to my place this evening after you're done with football practice. You can show your gratitude and servitude to me until dawn."

"Thank you master. I will do anything you want. I am your beast, to use as you choose."

"You are, Cam, you are. Until this evening."

iPod People47

"Well, well, my first slave from across the ocean. Welcome to America and your new master."

David chuckled. "Thank you sir. Happy to be here and in your service sir."

"What's so funny?"

"It's just, have you ever seen Doctor Who?"

"I have. Big fan. Got my scarf in the closet."

"So that's why you chose the title then?"

"Ah I see. No, just seemed appropriate. I'm nowhere near as megalomaniacal as him. Don't want to control the universe or even the Earth. Just a few good men. Well, a few dozen good men. Well, maybe more than that. Men like you. Lean back and flex for me."

David did as ordered reaching towards the ceiling. His jeans slid down a few inches, exposing his Union Jack underwear.

"Wow, I didn't know you British boys were so hot. Do you know any more at home like you?"

"In as good a shape as me, you mean, sir? Nah. Most of my mates aren't into bodybuilding. Decent looking and all, but not like me."

"You're certainly not modest, David, but then why should you be."

"That's what I've always said sir. If you've got it flaunt it, as the saying goes."

"And you have definitely got it, and a side of chips. Pop on round to my place this weekend, and I'll give you a proper welcome, there's a good lad. You can get back to whatever it was you were doing."

"Thank you sir. Looking forward to that. I'll get back to my studies, then a bit of working out. Cheers sir."

iPod People47b

"What have we here?"

"I, uh, what, I, don't, uh, send selfie to, to girlfriend."

"So articulate. Girlfriend? How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Funny, you look about twelve." The master had already acquired several slaves through their phones, but was always on the lookout for more. This one did not meet his standards.

The boy had very pretty eyes, though, and was rather cute. Perhaps there was potential.

"What's your name?"

"Robby."

"So, Robby, how long until your next birthday?"

"Almost a year sir."

Good, the master thought. The subservience programming was already kicking in.

"I want you to watch the pretty purple for a while, Robby. After it goes away, you will forget our little conversation. However, you will exercise at least two hours a week, preferably at a gym. Don't strive for bulk, but an all over good muscle. Let your hair grow out at least a couple more inches, and then keep it that length.

"After you turn eighteen, you will call me back. Do so from a location where you can speak to me uninterrupted for at least an hour. Several hours would be even better. I will decide what to do with you then. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I, I understand sir."

The master wondered what the results of this experiment would be. Next year, he would know.

Almost a year later

"Hello. I'm right, mmm, right in the middle of something." What the master was in the middle of was getting sucked off by Todd, one of his more skilled slaves in that department. Todd was getting fucked by his friend Landon at the same time.

"I'm sorry sir. My name is Robby. Honestly, I don't know why I'm calling. Your number popped into my head yesterday and this was the first chance I had to call."

Robby? The name rang a bell. He must be one of the boys he had installed with latent programming before he left for Florida. He pressed a couple of buttons on his own phone and muted it. "Todd, stop sucking but keep my cock in your mouth. Landon, stop fucking. I'll tell you both when you can start again."

"Yes master," the two said.

A couple of minutes later, Robby's voice said, "I am ready sir."

Unmuting on his end, the master said, "Send me a selfie."

The image received was of a young man outdoors. He was wearing a knit cap and jacket, and holding a handful of snow.

"Robby! Now I remember. You look well. You carried out my instructions?"

"Yes sir."

"Where are you?"

"At my parents house."

"Why are you outside?"

"They live in the woods and it's hard to get a signal in the house sometimes. So I came out here."

"Where are they?"

"Gone for the weekend, sir. I have the next two days free."

"Can anyone else see you out there?"

"No sir. Our nearest neighbors are two miles away."

The master activated the connection that allowed him to view people through their phones.

"Excellent. Take off your cap. Run your hands through your hair and shake it out some." Robby's hair just touched his shoulder and haloed his face.

"So far so good. I want to see the rest of your progress. Put your camera on the ground but pointed so I can see you, and then remove all your clothes."

"Yes sir." Even though it was freezing, Robby did not hesitate to obey.

Seeing that the boy was shivering, the master said, "Robby, you are warm, comfortable."

"I am warm," Robby said as the shivering stopped. "I am comfortable."

"How tall are you?"

"Five foot six sir."

Robby was a miniature work of art. His skin was like blue veined marble. How much was natural versus the extreme cold was uncertain.

Speaking of marble. "Robby, have you ever seen Michelangelo's David?"

"I have seen pictures sir."

"Imitate the pose."

Below the neck, the resemblance to the famous statue was uncanny. The main difference was that Robby's genitals were twice the size. This was not saying much, since the original's were inordinately small, in keeping with the style of the period.

"How big does your cock get?"

"Six inches sir." Nice, the master thought. Good in proportion to the rest of him.

"Turn sideways." Even Robby's ass was similar as well, round and firm.

"I am very pleased, Robby. Do your parents have a landline?"

"Yes sir, since cell phones don't work so great out here."

"Excellent. Send me their number. Then take your clothes and go inside. I'll call you in a few minutes. We must discuss your future at length."

"Yes sir, right away sir."

The master would go up to visit Robby in the next few weeks. After seeing him up close and personal, he would decide what to do with the young man.

"So nice when an experiment pays off. All right boys," he said to the two slaves with him, "resume what you were doing." He leaned back, thrust his hips up a few times and relaxed. While he enjoyed the ministrations of his slaves, he thought about what to do with Robby. So many possibilities, and the master would try as many as he could. If things went well, Robby would be going to school at CGU next year. The possibilities, the master smiled as he plotted and planned. The possibilities.

Note:This was inspired by a picture sent to me as a request.

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The men at the fire station had told the master about the progress of their newest recruit. He had not seen Rusty since his initial conversion months ago. Even then his physique had been impressive, and he had started using the growth serum shortly thereafter. The effects varied from person to person, but the master had high hopes for Rusty. He had planned to check the fireman out sooner, but acquisitions thought the university and the community college had been more numerous than expected. He had neglected his fire boys for too long. Finally seeing Rusty would start to fix that.

"Thank you for calling me, master. The others assured me I had done nothing wrong, but I still worried I had somehow displeased or disappointed you."

"No, no, Rusty, it wasn't you. The enslaving business has picked up lately, that's all. People to do, hot guys to control. But enough about me. Let's see how you've been doing. Off with the shirt."

After Rusty obeyed, there were a few moments of silence. "Oh. Oh my. That is, the other guys must be so jealous."

"So my body pleases you?"

"That is the understatement of the year. I haven't seen that much of a response to the serum since Heath. You. And Heath. Together. That is so going to happen. Off with the pants."

When he did so, there was an audible gasp. "The leg development. And from that bulge in your underwear, you must have one hell of a firehose. Take off, no, leave them on. I'm going to save seeing that until the next orgy at the firehouse. Which I am going to definitely be attending. With Heath. The two of you, plus the other guys, there's going to be a hot time in the old firehouse soon. See you then."

"Yes master. I have been wanting you to use me for so long. My body is yours, all yours."

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"The serum has done wonders for you. How is your training going?"

"Great! Neal and Dillon and Wyatt are teaching me so much. They said I should be ready for you soon."

"That's what I like to hear. Dedication. I look forward to getting to know you more intimately. But not as much as the reverse."

"I do want you to know me. Every inch of me. The guys are great, but I want you inside me so bad."

"Keep doing what you're doing, and you will get your wish."

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"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with yum. And whom might you be?"

"Uh, uhh, Grant?"

"Took a moment. Where are you right now?"

"The gym."

"Could someone walk in?"

"Yes."

"OK." There was a blast of purple light, some quickly shifting patterns on Grant's phone, then it returned to normal.

"That was weird. I need to take this thing in to be checked." He remembered nothing of the prior conversation.

Later, when he got home, he went to his bathroom to take a selfie. The screen filled with purple again and he stared blankly at the mirror.

"So, Grant, will we be undisturbed now?"

"Yes."

"Much better. Where do you live?"

"Jacksonville."

"A few hours up the road. I like where this is going. What do you do for a living?"

"I work construction. I was out of work for a while, but got a new job recently."

"A man who knows how to use his hands. I can always use one of those. So when we first talked, what were you doing?"

"Sending my girlfriend a selfie."

"So not gay at all?"

"No, I like, I like women."

"Well, that can be corrected. In fact is being corrected. You're looking at a program that's restructuring your mind. In a while, you'll be completely gay and will want nothing more than to do anything I ask. And I do mean anything. Because I like your whole look a lot. Different than what I've been having lately. Like the tattoos, that you've got some hair on your chest. Anyone ever told you that you look like Stephen Amell?"

"Who?"

"Oh, you have got to watch Arrow. You look like you can rock some green leather. And with some more definition, watch out. When can you come down to South Florida for a couple of days?"

"I, I can't. I don't have a working vehicle. Been saving money so I can get my truck fixed."

"That's alright. I can send one of the boys to pick you up and bring you down here. So when will you have a couple of days free?"

"Next, next weekend."

"Good. More than enough time for the program to do it's thing. And to get a Green Arrow outfit for you. Superhero mind control roleplay can be so much fun. Anyway, take a 'selfie' at home every night and you'll be all mine in no time."

Grant's gaze remained fixed on the phone for another half-hour, and a half-hour the next three nights. After that, he could not wait until he went down to Miami to meet the master. He hoped that he would be allowed to move to South Florida, or even in the same house as the master. He could not imagine anything better than spending the rest of his life satisfying any and every one of the master's desires.

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"Ready for inspection sir."

"Excellent. Wow, I have got to get you out of that dorm room. There should be room at the frat house in a few days. Then you can spend all your free time working out and playing with the other boys. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir. Especially if it helps me to be more able to please you."

"You do already, my mop-topped hunk, but there's always room for improvement. Though looking at you, not much. Take off the rest so I can see all of you."

After complying, Austin moved the phone and himself around so his master could see his entire body. "Am I doing well, sir?"

"Very well. Very very well indeed. When I get you into the frat, we'll have to have an initiation ceremony of course. Are you ready to be initiated?"

"Oh yes sir. I am so ready to be initiated. Will you do so personally?"

"I'll definitely be involved in initiating your mouth or ass. But some of the other guys will help too."

"The more you are in me, the happier I'll be."

"Good. Get ready to move, because by this time next week, you're going to be part of my special frat."

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"Ah, I see you're all healed up after the plastic surgery, Arnold."

"Yes master. Do the results please you?"

"Very much so. You didn't really need to get that much done. Just a little around the eyes and reshaping the nose a bit. Amazing what some minor tweaks can do."

"It is master. You have made me so much better than I ever was."

"I have, haven't I. Now strip down to your undies, then hands behind your head and do an ab crunch."

Arnold immediately obeyed. He stood in the commanded position, his sweats around his ankles.

"Even better than I remembered. I can finally have some fun with you. Your dick being larger than average is one thing. The fact that it's on someone so short makes it look that much huger. Guys!"

Two bodybuilders entered the room. Both were over six feet tall, naked and hard. Their dicks were each almost as big as Arnold's, but they looked smaller relative to their otherwise large size. They stood on either side of Arnold.

"What's going to happen is that you, Bernardo," he pointed at the Hispanic bodybuilder, "are going to fuck Arnold here while you are standing until I tell you to stop. Then you, Ken," he pointed to the Asian bodybuilder, "will get fucked by him. First with him on his back and you riding him, then him doing you doggie-style. Then I'll decide if I want to have the three of you do each other all at the same time. Understand."

"Yes master," they said almost in unison.

"Get to it then."

Bernardo, whose dick had been well lubricated earlier, picked up Arnold. The smaller man put his arms around the other's neck, and slowly slid his ass down until Bernardo was completely inside him. The larger man thrust in and out, slowly then faster until he had a smooth rhythm going. Both grunted and moaned in pleasure.

"So good. Ken, suck my cock. Oh, yes, you know how to make your master feel good."

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"Hello Danny."

"Oh, ah, hello sir." It was the university athletic director. There was something about him that always made Danny feel flustered.

"Just checking to see how the team's doing."

"Great sir. I've been having them practice really hard. They should be ready when the season starts. We're going to win the SEC championship this year."

"That's why I brought you on board, Danny. Your can-do attitude. That, and other things."

He had heard the director was gay, and wondered if that had been a factor in his hiring as well. The way he looked at him, it felt like he was undressing him with his eyes.

"Well, sir, if there isn't anything else, I should be getting home now."

"I think we need to have a special late night session. It's muscle slave time."

The coach looked confused, then he relaxed. "What do you wish me to do, master."

"Take off your shirt." Danny took off his tank top. "The serum has been doing very good things for you." The master squeezed Danny's pecs, making him shiver.

"I made sure we'd have the place to ourselves. Let's hit the showers, so I can hit that body."

"Yes master." He took off the rest of his clothes, then followed the master. I wish he would let me remember, Danny thought. The things he does to me, I wish he could do them all the time. But if this was the way the master wanted things to be, so it would be. But he could still dream.

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"You are coming along nicely, Martin. What's your body fat percentage?"

"Nine, master."

"Not bad, but you can do better. Get it at least down to seven by next month. How are things at the station?"

"The others have been training me very well. I will be ready to please you by your next visit."

"Outstanding. I do love breaking in the new recruits. If you do well enough, I may even let you be in the calender."

"Thank you, master, I will do everything to please you." An alarm bell rang. "I apologize master, but there is a fire. May I�"

"Go, go, duty calls. If we don't talk again before, see you next month. Be safe."

"Yes master, always."

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"So, Luke, you're the new star of the wrestling team, I hear."

"If you say so sir. There are other guys that are better than me, though."

"Nice of you to say, but there's no need to be so modest. You should feel fortunate that your talents brought you to my attention. It's time to show you how I treat my stars."

The screen on his phone glowed a soft purple. I didn't know it could do that, Luke thought. The glow brightened until it was almost blinding, yet he did not look away. He could not look away. Why would he want to look away?

Then those concerns vanished and he stood statuelike, the blankness on his face matching the blankness of his mind.

"I am gay," he said flatly.

Interesting, thought the master. He had included in the iPod programming that any gay or bisexual men would state this once they entered their initial trance. It had been a while since the last time. He pressed a few buttons, and Luke's screen changed from purple to lavender. A few minutes later, the glow faded and Luke emerged from his trance.

"I'm sorry, sir, I spaced out for a little. You were going to show me something?"

"I was, but I'd like to get to know you better first. I take care of my stars. You can trust me and share anything with me. Do you understand?"

"I do, sir. I trust you, completely."

"You're on the lower end of the wrestler's scale. What are your general stats?"

"Five foot six and one hundred and twenty five pounds."

"Good. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No sir, I'm, I'm."

"It's alright. You can tell me anything."

"Ok sir. I've not really told this to anyone, but I'm gay."

"Why then, Luke, we have something in common."

"You mean that you're gay, too?"

"Yes I am. In fact, there are quite a few gay people on campus. We're very welcoming. No homophobia allowed."

Luke, not realizing he had been holding his breath, exhaled. "That makes me feel so much better. To be honest, when I first saw a picture of you, I thought you were, well, hot. Really hot."

Unseen by Luke, the master smiled. "Obviously a man with excellent taste. So, tell me more about you. You're from Nebraska, right?"

"Yes sir. I got picked on a lot in grade school and high school. I decided to get far away, so I chose here. I'm even more glad now that I did."

"So what kind of guys do you like?"

"Nerdy guys, 'cause I am one. But I like guys who are in shape, which a lot of nerdy guys aren't."

"Interesting. I like to help my stars, so let me send you some pictures. Tell me what you think."

A half dozen images appeared. All were guys taking shirtless selfies. One immediately attracted his attention. Tall, leanly muscular, red headed and wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He turned the screen towards the mirror and pointed.

"Him. He's," Luke paused, and then continued in a lowered voice. "He's beautiful."

"That's Dawson. Once again, excellent taste. He's on the swim team. If he liked you the same way you liked him, what would you like to do together?"

"Kiss him. Kiss him all over. Make love to him. It would be so wonderful for my first time to be with him."

"First time? Are you saying you're a virgin?"

"Yes. I never came out at home. I was too afraid. I was bullied so badly, if they found out I was gay I don't know what would have happened."

"Were you physically abused?"

"Not really. They pushed me around and teased me. Said I was a scrawny shrimp. And when I showered at the gym, I had to fight so hard not to get an erection. All those naked guys. They teased me about that too. Said I was, I had a, a."

"Relax, Luke. Tell me."

"They said I had a horse dick. That my mom must have done it with one." Luke was crying, the memories of the tauntings filling his head.

"Luke, Luke, it's ok, you're safe now. Those boys can't do anything to you now. They were the small ones. Small and petty, and very likely jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Yes. Take off your shirt first. For me."

"Ok sir, if you say so." Once exposed, the master examined what he saw. Luke's pale skin showed off his defined chest and abs.

"You've never had acne, have you?"

"No sir." Not a blemish on the skin either.

"I thought not. Nothing wrong with you so far. Now pull down your pants and underwear. For me."

"Ok sir." Luke's cock was sizable, even soft.

"How big does it get? Eight inches?"

"No sir, nine, and close to two in diameter."

"Wow." Seeing Luke's expression, the master quickly added, "No Luke, that's good. A very good thing. They were definitely jealous. They teased you because they wished theirs were that big. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Quite the opposite. If you were straight you'd probably be, as the kids say, waist deep in pussy."

"Really sir? You're not just saying that to be nice?"

"I'm saying it because it's true. Your body is fantastic and you have the dick of a porn star. Be proud."

Luke blushed. "Thank you sir. I've never had, never had anyone say anything that nice to me."

"Well that's going to change. Now, those guys who made your life miserable. Jocks?"

"Yes, mostly on the football team. They were so much bigger than me."

"I'm going to send you some more pictures. Tell me if any of them look like them."

One immediately leapt out to Luke. "This one. He looks so much like the one that gave me the most hell. He was pretty too, like this guy. I had such a crush on him, but didn't dare do anything about it."

"His name is Landon. He's on our football team, ironically. Let's play a game of pretend. Pretend he was that guy, and he was with you. Pretend that he would do anything you wanted. What would you do?"

"I'd, I'd."

"It's ok, I won't judge. I'm only here to help. What would you do?"

"Really? Um, alright. I'd have him, he'd, I'd make him get on his knees. I'd make him open his mouth, and my cock would go in." Luke's cock, untouched, began to harden. "He'd gag and cough, but I'd grab the back of his head. I'd make him suck my cock. He'd cry, and I'd pull my cock out and let him breathe. Then I'd shove it back in. He'd cry some more, and slobber all over it, make it wet.

"Then I'd make him stand, and bend him over a table." Grabbing his cock, Luke started jerking. "I'd shove my bare cock all the way up his ass, only his spit as lube. He would scream. Scream so loud; beg me to take it out. Then I would fuck him. Fuck him so hard. He would beg more, tell me it hurt, but that would only make me fuck him harder."

Drooling precum, Luke continued jerking. Soon his cock was glistening. "Suddenly he would not be begging me to stop, but to never stop. He would say how sorry he was for what he did years ago, and how he deserved what I was doing to him. That he was a bitch, he was my bitch, and to fuck him like the animal he was.

"I would grab his shoulders and pound him. You're mine, you're all mine. Finally I would cum, cum so much." Luke was jerking as fast as he could, but was unable to cum. He had no way of knowing that this could only happen now if the master gave permission. "He would cum too, not even touching himself, spurting all over the floor. When I was done, I would pull out. All my cum would leave his ass and mix on the ground with his. Then I would tell him to lick it up, like a dog. He would get down on all fours and do it, shaking his ass like he was wagging a tail.

"That's what I'd do if he was here. Gosh sir," Luke said, almost out of breath, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect all that to come out."

"It's fine, Luke. It needed to come out. I'm glad you shared that with me. As I said, I like to help my stars. They give to the school and me; they deserve to be treated well. For example, Dawson is gay. As it happens, you're just the kind of guy he likes."

At least he will be, the master thought, after I put him through a bit of reprogramming. As for Landon, he would make some changes to him as well.

"Landon, by the way, likes it rough. He gets off on smaller guys dominating him. You are just what he's been looking for. Oh, and the boys who did such awful things to you before? I might be able to get some of them to submit to your revenge in person instead of by proxy."

"But, but how sir?"

"Let me worry about that. The thing is, this goes above and beyond the normal rewards I give. But I like you, Luke. You remind me in some ways of myself at your age. Still, I want to know. Should I get Dawson and Landon and those guys for you, what would you do for me?"

Luke's cock, which had been softening, sprang up, hard as steel. "Anything sir. I would do anything."

Of course you would, the master thought. The way to a man's heart and mind, especially that of a young one, was not through the stomach but through their cock. A hard cock disabled so many higher brain functions. It was part of what his programming relied on.

"That's what I hoped you'd say. It's very simple, Luke. Look at your phone." It began glowing lavender again. "Relax. I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted. You just have to relax and watch your phone. If you feel like you want to resist something, let it go. The sooner you let the color fill you completely, the sooner you will have Dawson and Landon, and even the others. The sooner you will be with me. Remember how hot you thought I was. You want to be with me too. I have had so much experience. I can make you feel things you never even dreamed, pleasures unimagined. Just let go and become mine."

"Dawson. Landon, Let go. Pleasure. Yours. Become yours. Want to be yours. Take care of me sir. Make me yours."

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"It's been a very long time since I've seen you, hasn't it Jase." The young man was one of the master's early acquisitions. He had been brought with a select few others after the master's move to Florida.

He had also been an early recipient of the master's special muscle growth serum. "Double bicep." Jase struck the pose right away, moving his hip to the side so his body formed a curve.

"I'm so glad I kept you. Your pale skin makes all those muscles stand out so much more." The master's hands moved all over Jase's torso, squeezed his triceps and glided down his lats. The young man stood unmoving, though he could not stop himself from shivering for the thrill of his master's touch.

"Excellent, excellent. We must make up for lost time. My place this weekend. Please me enough and I might let you move in with the fire brigade. Would you like to live with a bunch of hunky firemen?"

"Yes, but I'd rather live with you, master."

"All in good time, all in good time. My place is rather full now, but when there's a vacancy, you'll be top of the list. The more you please me this weekend, the sooner that will be."

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"Hey babe, I'll be home soon."

"Ok hon. I'm sending you a fun video I found. Tell me what you think when you get here."

"Sure babe. Love you."

"Love you back."

Bret smiled as he clicked on the link his girlfriend had sent. A video started playing with a purple tint. As he watched, there were flashes and odd patterns that seem to fill his brain. He wanted to blink, but could not. Soon the blankness of his mind was echoed by the blankness on his face.

"Those who told me about you were right, Bret." The voice was not his girlfriend's, but a man's. "You manage to tread that fine line between handsome and pretty. I want to see more. Off with the shirt."

Bret pulled off his muscle T. "Pan down. Very nice. You just need some more definition. Two extra hours a week of ab work should do it. I don't want a musclehead. Got plenty of those. Watch this video until the end. Then go home and watch it again three more times. That should lock in the programming. Don't worry about your girlfriend. She's already fully in my control. Not that I'm interested in doing any of the things to her that I am to you. But she was useful in getting you in my power. Also, if you feel like your free will is returning anytime later, watch the video three times again. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes. Watch video. Go home. Watch video three more times. If my free will starts to come back, watch video three times again."

"And don't forget doing two hours of extra ab work weekly. Plus you might as well start calling me master now."

"Two more hours of ab work a week. I obey master."

"Just what I like to hear. I'll check up on you again in a month or two. The results will determine when we will meet. You want to be with me, don�t you?"

"Yes master. I want to be with you."

"You will, Bret. Sooner or later, you will."

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"You've been a bad boy, Wayne. Getting a tattoo without my permission."

"I am sorry master. I thought you would like it. It is a permanent marking of my devotion to you."

"I appreciate the sentiment. Very much so. But you still should have asked first. I will have to punish you." The master noticed Wayne's smile. "Or was this just an excuse to get punished?"

"It, it was, master."

"Again, you only had to ask. Still, if it's punishment you want, then it's punishment you shall receive. Let's see how much that magnificent body of yours can stand. Friday night, my place. Plan to be there the whole weekend. Doable?"

"I can rearrange some things without causing suspicion. I will be there master. I will be as doable as you want me to be."

"Of that, Wayne, I have no doubt."

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"When was the last time we talked, Julian?"

"Just after Lance was converted."

"For which your help was much appreciated. But that was ages ago. Let's see what you look like now. Good. Very good. Your pecs are bigger. I like. Glad I approved you getting the tattoos. I want to check them and you out in person. How does next Thursday sound?"

"I had plans, but I can easily change them."

"Perfect, then Thursday it is. Your performance will determine how frequently I'll see you after that."

"I'll perform so well you'll want to see me every day."

"Then I look forward to Thursday."

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Glen was drifting, drifting in a fog of purple.

He dimly remembered his uncle Dan sending him a video on his phone. After that, there was only the purple.

A voice penetrated the haze. "So you're Danny's nephew. He said you were a hunk. Let's see how accurate he was. Take off your shirt, do a double bicep pose and hold the camera on the phone so I can see all of you."

He had to obey the voice. It seemed like Glen could hear screaming from far away, screaming that he should stop, screaming that he should throw the phone away.

"But why?" he asked the distant screaming. "I must obey." He pulled his shirt off over his head, dropping it on the floor. He stood in front of the mirror, arms up and flexed.

"Hunk is an understatement. Like uncle, like nephew. Danny says you're one of the stars of your wrestling team. I can imagine what you look like in a singlet. You're wearing a cross. How religious are you?"

Glen answered, of course. He would tell the voice anything it wanted. "Very. I go to church every Sunday."

"After the reprogramming is done, you will worship only me. You want me to be your god, don't you?"

Glen was confused. There was only one God. But maybe this voice was the voice of God. Only God could make him obey like he was doing now. "I, yes I, I want you to be my god."

"Excellent. Just what I wanted to hear. When you are at home, make sure you will be undisturbed and watch the video your uncle sent. Only three times a day, though. When the conversion is complete, you will know you are my slave forever. Then call me. We will meet, and we shall get to know each other better. Your uncle will join us, so we can have some family bonding. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I will watch the video three times a day. When I know I am completely your slave I will call you."

"Good. Now put your shirt back on and forget what happened since your uncle sent the video. But obey all my commands."

"I will obey." He had to obey. He wanted to be a slave. It was what he wanted. What he needed. The sooner he became a slave, the sooner he could meet his master. Master. That's who the voice was. His god, his master. "I will obey, master."

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"So Barry, how's my best pitcher?"

"Dude, you know I prefer being a catcher."

The master laughed. "Yes, in the bedroom. You're as good a 'catcher' there as a pitcher on the field. So how's it hanging?"

"Talking to you, dude, I'm never hanging. Always hard. Hard and horny. So when're you gonna fuck me again. It's been days."

"It's not like you have been keeping yourself busy in that department. And for now, enough of the 'dude'."

"Whatever, master. Yeah, every guy on the team has fucked me. And half the football players. A few of the wrestlers too. But it's not the same as you."

"True. Let's say Friday. I'll have a few guests, as I so like watching you be the bottom slut that you've become. Then I'll fuck your loosened ass, with all the cum you'll have been filled with as lubricant. How does that sound?"

Barry groped his crotch and moaned. "You know what a guy likes, master. Maybe it can be the whole weekend?"

"Maybe, maybe. We'll see how Friday goes first. See you then."

"Friday. Yeah." He would be sluttier than he had ever been. Anything he could do to spend more time with the master, he would do.

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"Are all nerds as hunky as you are?"

"I'm, I'm not, hunky?"

Albert was thoroughly confused. He had just gotten back to his apartment off-campus after the chess club meeting. It had run long, but as president he had to set an example, so had stayed until the end.

He got out his phone and checked his messages. There it was, the message from Dacquan. His friend had told him about this really cool video, and Albert had been waiting all day for Dacquan to send him the link to it. "Make sure you're alone when you watch it, " his friend told him. "It'll blow your mind."

Albert started watching the video. It looked like the start of some fantasy movie. He and Dacquan had bonded in high school through their shared nerdiness, so he trusted his friend's opinion. Albert could not help noticing how everything seemed to be in varying shades of purple. A lavender fog hugged the ground.

Unexpectedly the fog seemed to come out of the screen towards him. "Whoa, cool!" Before he knew it, all he could see was purple. He found it harder to think, like his mind was being filled by the color.

"Hey, this isn't so cool." His speech was slurred, like he was drunk. He could barely think at all.

"Hello Albert." A voice from the fog. He focused on it, like a lifeline. "Go to the bathroom. Tell me when you're there." He could see his surroundings again. He weakly struggled to let go of the phone, to not do what the voice told him, but failed on both counts.

"I am in the bathroom."

"Good. Take off your shirt and point your phone at the mirror."

Albert complied.

"Are all nerds as hunky as you are?"

"I'm, I'm not, hunky?"

He had been working out over the last few weeks, but did not think he had accomplished much. Dacquan had said he should try it, and seeing how popular his friend was with women convinced him he should give it a shot. Oddly, Albert could not recall seeing Dacquan with any women since just before he talked about Albert working out.

If he could have thought more clearly, he would have wondered how the voice could see him. His phone did not work that way. If he could have asked, the voice would have told him that he would not understand, but that the voice could indeed see him.

"But you are, Albert. Dacquan told me how down on yourself you are. That will change. You'll be down on others soon enough. Going down, anyway. Let's see the rest of you. Off with the rest of the clothes."

Albert was able to put down the phone so he could take off his pants and underwear. He was half-hard, but did not know why. He did not understand any of what was going on. Naked, he picked up the phone again and pointed it at the mirror without even being asked. It was as though he knew now what the voice wanted without even being asked.

"My my my, aren't you full of surprises. You are actually bigger than Dacquan. He says you don't have a girlfriend. Why is that?"

"I'm not that good looking. And you see what, what my penis looks like. How, how deformed it is?"

"Deformed?" the voice exclaimed. "First off, you're rather adorable. And that cock is nothing to be ashamed of. Very much the opposite. What gave you the idea it was deformed?"

"When I, when I showered after gym class in high school, the guys would tease me about it. After a while I just stopped showering." Albert started softly sobbing. "It was better, better to stink than to have them say that."

"I'm going to tell you something now, and repeat it when you're more clear-headed. Do you remember any of them having a cock as big as yours?"

"No."

"They were saying those things because they were jealous. Most guys would kill to have a piece of meat as long and thick as yours. Lots of girls would beg to get fucked with it. Unfortunately for you, you're not going to get the chance to find out about that. Fortunately, though, you will be able to have more sex than you ever dreamed of. Just with guys."

"But I, I'm not gay."

"That's something else that will change. In a few days, you'll wonder what ever interested you about girls. Have you jerked off recently?"

"Not for a couple of days. I've been, been busy with stuff."

"Then you are overdue. You are completely turned on. Start jerking. When you're ready to cum, tell me so I can give you permission. Don't cum until I say so. Oh, and call me master, there's a good boy."

"Yes master." Albert was ready to shoot in only a few minutes. The voice held off giving permission, leaving him on edge until he was begging for release. When that was finally allowed, he exploded all over the bathroom counter and sink.

"There. Wasn't that good?"

"It, it was master. Better than I've ever had."

"That's what it will be like from now on. I treat my slaves well."

The master, watching his soon-to-be newest possession, smiled. He enjoyed his well-muscled slaves and his twinky slaves. Most of them were not that bright, which had not bothered him for a long time. Now, though, he wanted to try conversing before and after sex for a change. Albert would fit that bill quite well, from what Dacquan had told him. He might even have Albert move into his special frat. The guys could use some academic tutoring while tutoring him on how to please men. However, he would have Dacquan start the training. He had to do something special for bringing this cute hunk of a nerd to his attention.

The master smiled again at the thought of Dacquan's reaction when he saw his friend naked for the first time. He had a feeling he would be hitting the repeat button more than once for it.

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"Thank you for helping to bring your friend Albert into the fold, Dacquan. You have done well."

"I am happy he pleases you, master."

"Well, he hasn't pleased me yet. At least not in person. But I like what I saw. As a reward, you will educate him in the ways of pleasing me. When he is ready, call me."

Dacquan could hardly believe it. The master was allowing him to train a new slave for the master's use. "I, I, thank you. Thank you so much."

"OF course. By the way, did you ever see him naked?"

"No, master."

"Then you didn't know he's bigger than you."

"I don't understand, master. I'm taller and more muscular than him."

"Not that way. Think again."

"Oh?" Dacquan's eyes widened as he realized what the master meant. "Oh! Really? Wow. He was always so down on himself. I had no idea."

"Now you do. Have fun getting to know your friend better."

"I will, master, I will."

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Warren flexed his bicep, waiting.

"I've seen bigger."

His master's reaction left him crestfallen. Before they had met, Warren had been so confident, so sure of himself. Some would say over confident and full of himself. There were always people who envied those who were better than them, Warren always believed.

Since he had become the master's, though, he almost always felt the opposite. The master never seemed more than mildly interested in him. More often than not, he seemed completely disappointed. Like now.

In reality, the master liked toying with him. Having the tables turned would eventually get boring, the master thought. In the meantime, he enjoyed seeing how far Warren would go to gain his favor.

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"Dude, you like?"

The master had always found Mitchell to be an odd combination of mildly annoying and incredibly sexy. He was not the only slave to talk mostly in brospeak, but Mitchell did so far more than any of the others. Yet his lean body and terrific abs, which he was showing the master at that moment, ameliorated that annoyance every time.

Mitchell's shirt was already off, and he was pulling his pants down to show his underwear. Since he was looking down, though, the master could not see his pretty face.

"I like. But look at me."

"Sorry dude. Hard to point and shoot and pull down and look at the same time." Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he never had to be. His looks and charm had gotten him most of what he wanted. They also were how the master had learned about him. Learned and decided to make the boy his. He had turned the boy from an unfocused juvenile delinquent into a B student, with the occasional C. Apparently even total mind control had limits.

However, the results were still more than satisfactory. The body was, as Mitchell would say, slamming. Facially, the master had never been able to decide whether he looked more like Matthew Daddario, Shawn Mendes or Austin Mahone. The combination did make almost anything forgivable.

"Dude, like, can I, you know, put the phone down? Mucho easier to, you know, get like all naked and stuff."

Almost. "Yes Mitch. But don't talk anymore until I say." Starting to say something, Mitchell closed his mouth. That's better, the master thought. The next time we're together, I'm going to have someone else with us. Keeping his mouth full of cock will be so much more satisfying.

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"That's this week's edition of Eyewitness Confidential, Central Florida's number one investigative news program. I'm Vince Buckley, and remember, you think you can hide, but we'll get inside."

"We're clear."

Buckley brushed the cowlick away from his eye. Sometimes he thought the damn thing got more attention than his reporting. He knew that it and his rugged good looks had opened doors for his career. However, if that was all he was, he would not have gotten as far in the world of journalism as he had.

The ratings had only gone up since Buckley had taken over the show two years ago. He was ready for more, though. Offers had been coming in from other markets, which could be the stepping-stone to a national gig.

He was hoping he could up those offers with the story on which he was currently working. The athletics programs at Coral Gables University and Hialeah Community College had been wildly successful for over a year. To Buckley, who had been a high school and college quarterback, they seemed almost too successful. Football, baseball, wrestling, almost all the teams at both schools were winning state and even national titles. What was the real reason, and what was the connection?

Buckley had started by interviewing the athletic director for the university. He was a tall calm man, quiet yet intimidating. Buckley had talked to some of the athletes, their friends and family. He planned to go to the college next and do the same thing. Next, he would dig into financial and medical records. It could take weeks or longer to find out the truth. But find it he would. It was what he did. It was who he was.

Once Buckley was home after the show, he loosened his tie and collapsed into his recliner. His fiance was out of town this week. Both were reporters, which made their relationship complicated. Their schedules meant they did not see each other often, but they understood each other's commitment as a non-reporter never would.

Buckley turned on the TV and began flipping through channels. He had settled on a basketball game when his phone rang.

"Hello Mister Buckley." It was the CGU football coach to whom he had talked earlier. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all, Mister�"

"Danny's fine."

"OK, Danny. Since we're being informal, call me Vince. Anytime people call me Mister Buckley, I think they're talking to my dad. What's on your mind?"

"The thing is, Vince, there is something going on at the university. I couldn't talk about it while we were on campus. I think certain people would find out. I like to send you a file. Look over it. There's more if you're interested. Just don't tell anyone where it came from."

"Sure, Danny. A reporter always protects their sources."

Buckley opened the file. The first few pages seemed ordinary. Mostly performance stats of players on various teams. Irritating that the font was purple, since it made it hard to read. Without realizing it, he brought the phone closer.

Suddenly there was a flash and the whole screen turned purple. In fact, it seemed like the purple was leaking out of the screen itself. Before Buckley he knew it, all he could see was purple.

It was all he could think of as well. How relaxing it was, how soothing. Nothing else mattered, just the purple.

"Vince, what am I going to do to you?" He half-recognized the voice of the university athletic director, but did not care. Purple was his friend. He trusted the purple and the voice that came from it.

"I think I know what you're up to, but tell me why you wanted to talk to me, really. Leave nothing out."

All his suspicions spilled out. The names of the people to whom he had talked. The records into which he was going to look. How he believed the story would get him a higher paying job with more media exposure. He talked and talked until his mouth went dry.

"I can't have you continue your investigation, that�s for certain. I've been doing my own checking, and learned about your football prowess. You do look as though you've kept yourself in good shape. Let's see how much. That will determine your fate. Go to your bathroom with the phone. Take off your shirt and point the camera part at the mirror."

The mind-numbed reporter shuffled to the bathroom and obeyed the voice's instructions. The cowlick flopped into his eye, where it remained since the voice had not told him to do anything more.

"Hmm, you have a real Clark Kent vibe. Investigative journalist, the cowlick, and particularly the body. Pull your pants down more. An apollos belt too. Nice. Very very nice. I've come to a decision.

"I'm going to let you live, Vince. Live and be mine. Once I'm done with you, you will be happy to do anything I ask, please me in any way I choose. You will stop the investigation of the schools, of course. You will remain in your current job unless I tell you otherwise. I haven't decided what to do about your fiance. Probably easiest to control her. You will help me do that, right."

"Yes I will help you do that."

"You will look at this file three more times during the next week at times when you will be undisturbed for a half hour. You will call me after that, when we will discuss further arrangements. Do you understand? Oh, and when it's just us, call me master."

"I understand master."

Looking at the entranced journalist, the master thought how good he would look in a fireman's uniform. "I have an idea for your next story." A feel good community story. A story about the brave firefighters that do so much for the city. He would have to stay at the station a few nights, to get a real in-depth feel for their work, and many probing questions.

The master would be at the station for at least some of those nights. He planned to do a great deal of in-depth feeling and probing of his own. He laughed at the irony of Buckley's future, since the reporter would be the one who would be gotten inside.

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"It's hard to believe your Albert's father. He was nerdy and cute, but you are gorgeous slab of meat. Including that slab between your legs."

Gordon had gotten a text from his son, saying that someone wanted to talk to him. The next thing he knew, his head was filled with thoughts of purple. Now he was standing in front of a mirror, barely aware of anything but the phone in his hand. Barely aware that he was completely naked, and the slab the voice was talking about beginning to swell.

"I thought getting Albert was a treat. What an unexpected bonus to get someone like you in the bargain. Plus having Albert be the one to do it makes it even better. Once you're fully under my control, the two of you will get to know each other in a whole new and more intimate way. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes master, I want to get know my son better."

"You want to suck each other's cocks, fuck until you cum in each other's asses."

"I, I want, I don't, don't, I"

"Too soon? Yes, it will take a few more days. But after that, you'll want nothing more. Except to suck my cock and get fucked by me of course. Because that's what slaves do for their master."

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"Recruit Lamarcus, ready for inspection sir."

Martin, the newest recruit until Lamarcus had joined the fire station, held the phone so the master could see the shirtless man. He was doing his best to keep it steady, but was having trouble. That was because Lamarcus' body was incredible.

He stood unmoving, like an ebony statue. His pecs were massive, as big as Martin's. But his symmetry was better. His shoulders were wide, but his chest tapered down to a narrow waist. Even unflexed, his biceps were huge.

"I approve." The master's voice came from the phone. "I approve and then some. From the way your hand's shaking, Martin, I'd say you approved too."

"I'm sorry master. I'm trying but�"

"Understandable, and you are forgiven. I think I'll leave the complete unveiling until the monthly orgy. Will he be ready?"

"Yes master. He will be fully trained for your pleasure."

"Excellent. I look forward to our first meeting, Lamarcus. And I'm sure, many more."

"Thank you sir. I will do whatever it takes to please you sir."

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"Are you ready for our anniversary, Shane?"

"Yes master. I haven't had sex for over two weeks. I haven't even masturbated. I've been saving all my cum for you. See?"

Shane's briefs looked like they were going to split. The bulge in the front was monstrous.

"Good lord, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'll be fine, master. Young, dumb, and extra full of cum, just like the first time."

Shane was the initial test subject for brainwashing through a phone. Hard to believe it had been almost three years. So much had happened since then. Moving to South Florida. Insinuating himself into a fire station and taking it over one hot fireman at a time. More manipulation to become athletic director at Coral Gables University. Gaining control of the athletic department at Hialeah Community College. The dozens of young men he now controlled. Several of the hottest male faculty and fathers of the students whom he controlled as well. He never dreamed he would accomplish so much, and have so many slaves.

Who knew what the future would bring? At least the near future, though, he knew what would be coming. Shane and himself. As many times as possible.

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"What have we here?"

"Uh, wuh, huh," Alex stuttered.

"My, aren't you the articulate one. What were you doing?"

"Uh, sending a, um, selfie to my, uh, girlfriend."

"How conventional. Put your right hand behind your head. Not bad."

The master often found this modern generation amusing. So many were narcissistic, with no sense of privacy. They posted their lives all over the internet, with no thought of the future consequences to their lives.

And they posted selfies. Near or completely naked, exposing themselves to the online world. Exposing themselves to him.

It made it both easier and more difficult to choose. Easy for the access given, difficult for the myriad of choices.

Like this one. "Your name? Given name will do."

"Given?"

He was thick, in more ways than one. "Your first name."

"Uh, Alex."

"You play football?"

"Yeah. I'm a fullback."

I'll be the judge of that, thought the master. "Put your phone on the counter pointed at the mirror. Then face away from it."

His back was full alright. His ass in particular was full and round and meaty. "Turn back around."

The programming transmitting to Alex had begun to cause his pink boxers to swell. "Take off the boxers and jerk off. No cumming until I say."

His cock was not that big, even fully erect. "Did you get so muscley to compensate for your cock?"

"Yes. It was embarrassing when I was young, so I got big to make up for it. Sometimes girls still laugh when they see me naked."

So big, yet so insecure. The lack of confidence would only make his reprogramming that much quicker.

"Where are you?"

"My bathroom."

The thickness too. Big and stupid did have a special kind of charm.

"What state do you live in?"

"Oregon."

The other side of the country. That could make things difficult. "You are in college?"

"Yes."

"What are you studying and when will you graduate?"

"Sports medicine. Next year I hope, but I'm not doing well in some of my classes. It might be two years."

Maybe not so thick. "You will call the number I send you every evening that you are alone. Once your reprogramming is complete, call me and we will discuss your future."

"Yes, uh, master?"

The conversion was proceeding apace. The master would not be surprised if it was completed a day earlier than normal. He would then be able to get Alex to focus more, thus improving his grades. Finishing college in a year would be a breeze. He would also sculpt his body further, shape it to please the master. Plenty of time to determine his fate before he graduated.

"Cum now, Alex."

"Uh, uh, uh, uhhhh." The master was surprised to see the first few spurts nearly reach Alex's chin. Keep him or sell him. The master's life could be complicated sometimes. Nevertheless, he would not have it any other way.

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"You have something to show me, Joel?"

"Yes master."

Joel was the newest fireman at the firehouse. His conversion had been recently completed and this was his first conversation with the master. He was in the station's bathroom, wearing only a towel.

"Does my body please you, master?"

"Yes, Joel. I think some serum would do wonders for you, but not too much. I like the overall physique. Though I suspect you have more for me."

"Yes master." He loosened the towel, which fell to the floor.

"Aren't you full of surprises. Not what I would have expected from your build. Nine inches?"

"Ten master. All of them, and all of me, are yours."

"They are. They are indeed. I look forward to seeing every inch of it, and you, in person at the next orgy. Begin your new training, so you will be ready to please me. Until then."

"Until then master. I live to serve and obey you."

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Staring into the mirror, Casey hoped the master would be pleased with his progress.

Casey was a moderately attractive man, but had never been in the best shape. Somehow, though, the master saw potential in him. After his conversion, he had been given diet, exercise and hygiene guidelines. Months later, he was prepared to display the results.

Calling and activating the camera, Casey asked, "Can you see me, master?"

"Yes."

He widened the view so his shirtless body could be more fully viewed. "Do you like what you see?"

There was a long pause. Casey grew fearful that the master was displeased. He could not bear that thought. The master must be happy. It was the highest purpose.

"Yes."

Did he hear what he thought he had heard? "Yes?"

"Yes. Yes. Most definitely yes." How could I not, the master thought. When Casey had enrolled at CGU as a graduate transfer student with a baseball scholarship, he had been a typical frat boy. The master, though, had seen more.

What he saw proved him right. The beer gut was gone, replaced by a six pack and apollos belt. Clean-shaven before with a hairy chest, he now sported a well trimmed beard, mustache and torso. His buzz cut had grown out, and his longer hair was gelled and styled to look like bedhead. All in all, another success.

"You have done very well, and earned some personal time with me. Would you like that?"

Did he even need to ask, Casey wondered. "When?"

"The day after tomorrow. I'm sending you the address. Be there after practice. Don't shower. I want you sweaty to start."

"Thank you master!" Finally, he would meet the master face to face. He would make the most of every second.

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Susie loved Hank. More importantly to him, Susie loved Hank's big dick.

She was the perfect woman. Susie was in a relationship, so she did not want any long-term commitment. However, her boyfriend could not satisfy her like Hank.

He never had to go down on her, or do any kind of foreplay. Few could handle his monster, but she could with ease, no matter where he put it. As long as his dick was inside her in any way, she was happy.

However, that need was almost constant. Which was why he sent her naked selfies every chance he could. New photos of it kept her satisfied enough to last until they got together.

Hank was naked in his bathroom, half-hard. He had already called her and was ready to show her the goods.

"You want it, babe?"

"Oh yes," said a decidedly masculine voice. "I want it all."

"Hey, what? Sorry, I think I got the wrong number."

"No, it's right. Susie's right here, but out of it. I wanted tonight to be just you and me."

"Wait, what?" Before he could say anything more, the screen on his phone flashed a bright purple. He tried to look away, but felt like he was being drawn in to a lavender world. Soon all he could see was purple, and almost all his thoughts were enveloped in a purple fog.

"Huh, I, wuh, you, uhhh."

"Don't try to speak, Hank. Don't try to think. Just relax. Relax and listen. Relax and listen. "

"Relax. Relax. Listen. Relax, listen."

"There, that's better." The master had learned about Hank by happenstance. Susie was reporter Vince Buckley's fiancee. After converting him, he converted her as well. That way he could use Buckley any way he wished without any problems from her.

However, she then revealed that she had been having an affair with Hank. Vince should have been furious, but his adoration of the master made any feelings for Susie pale by comparison.

When she had shown the nude selfies to the master, he liked what he saw, very much. Hank was more than a big dick. He had a fantastic body as well. A body the master wished to possess.

"Watch your phone. When the glow vanishes, forget what happened. Continue to send selfies to Susie. I will contact you in a few days with further instructions. Do you understand?"

"Phone. Watch. Send selfies. Understand."

"Good. In the meantime, get horny and start jerking off. I will tell you when you can cum. Obey."

"Horny. Jerk off. Obey."

Keep Hank or sell him, the master had not decided. However, there was time. For now, he settled back to enjoy the show.

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"Reduce your serum consumption by half. I like where you're at, and I want you to stay there."

"Yes master," said Paul. The results he had been getting were addictive. However, he must obey the master. Moreover, if the master was happy at the state of his development, then he was happy too. To please the master was the highest goal.

"In fact, I want to check out your body in person. Be at my house this evening. Eight will be fine. You're not wearing any underwear, correct?"

"Yes master, I'm commando."

"Good. Come over dressed as you are, but throw on a muscle T." The less he wore, the faster he could get out of it and the sooner the examination could begin. "See you soon."

"Soon, master." Paul was already getting hard in anticipation. He hoped he would not encounter anyone before he got to the master's house. Explaining the bulge could be a problem.

However, he would do what he had to do. He would be seeing the master tonight, and wanted to please him as much as possible. It was, after all, the highest goal.

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"Fuck me, Reese, fuck me hard. Can you see, master?"

The master could. Victor was doing his best to hold the phone steady, but it was not easy while being fucked by Reese's prodigious cock. This was what the master wanted, though, so this was what the two firemen would do.

Victor's position meant he was doing more of the work than Reese. He was bouncing up and down, making sure Reese's cock did not leave his ass. They had been going at it for several minutes before calling, as the master had instructed.

"Keep doing what you're doing, guys. I'll tell you when you can cum."

"Yes master, whatever you say." Victor's legs were burning, so he moved his feet from Reese's thighs to the floor. Better anchored, he resumed his prior rhythm.

He was honored that he and his partner had been chosen to provide pleasure for the master, even if it was not in person. Perhaps if he liked what he saw, the master would grant Victor that privilege. Whether it was with Reese or one of the other firemen or a slave from the college or just him, he yearned to be with the master. It was his duty as a slave, his purpose. That he could entirely fulfill that purpose was his greatest desire.

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"Flex for me and do some ab crunches, Aaron. Show me your body. Your body that is now mine. All that you have, all that you are is mine."

"Yes master," he said as he did as the master wished. "I am yours. All I own, all I am is yours. What else can I do? Use me, use me so I may please you."

The master, unseen by Aaron, smiled. It had been easier to enslave Aaron than he had thought. Reporter Vince Buckley, whom he had converted months ago, had opened avenues unavailable to him before. Buckley conducted a one-on-one interview with the Fort Lauderdale Flamingos running back, saying there was a play recorded on his phone about which he wanted Aaron to comment. Once entranced, he was given the standard instructions to expose himself to more programming for the rest of the week. Today was the day when the conversion was completed.

The football player's body was astounding. It had been on display in a calendar last year. What that had not shown was the veins creeping up past his waistband, how truly big his biceps were and how defined his chest was.

"I will use you. Is there anything you are doing this weekend that you would have trouble getting out of?"

"No master. I can spend the entire weekend with you if that's your wish."

"It is, Aaron, it is. I want to see you in the flesh. I will use you, and we will discuss which of your teammates you can perhaps help me convert. Would you like that?"

"Yes master! I want to spend every second with you. Let me help you convert the team so they can feel the same joy that I do now."

"Not the whole team; only the hottest ones. I have a few in mind. We'll talk about that, between when I am using that so hot body."

"Whatever you wish, master. I live only for you."

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"Hello Gideon. How are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, duh, duh, doing, tuh, tonight?"

One of the master's earlier converts, Lewis, had been sending pictures of his fellow grunts for quite some time. However, Gideon was the first that he chose to contact. Even clothed, the master saw potential.

"Just relax and let the programming wash over you. That's an order, soldier."

"Order, must obey, orders. Relax."

After a few minutes, the master said, "Put the camera on the counter so I can see you, and then take off your shirt."

"Yes sir, right away sir," Gideon said in a slurred voice.

"Nice. Very nice." The soldier's body was in even better shape than he expected. The hairy chest and apollos belt were particularly appealing. "Take off the rest of your clothes. Pick up the phone and point it at the mirror. Put your other hand behind your head."

The tattoos were excessive, but they did not significantly detract from Gideon's major brawniness. "Turn sideways." Even better, the master thought. The soldier's ass was big and meaty. It was one of the most fuckable asses he had seen in a while.

"Soon you will be following all my orders and loving it."

"Following your, orders, loving, it."

The master thought about accelerating the conversion, but decided against it. Best not to hurry. Good things came to those who waited, and the master planned on coming a great deal in that beautiful, ample ass.

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Ben, who had been taking the master's serum for almost two months, had sent his weekly status photos earlier. The fireman had finally gotten a response, and eagerly opened the text.

"Outstanding. Send nudes." The fireman quickly pulled off his shorts and sent more pictures. Minutes passed, and another text came in. It gave only a date and time.

Ben beamed. The master attended the monthly orgies at the station, but only a chosen few were invited to his house. Trembling, he closed the text. He hoped it would just be him and the master. However, even if one or more other slaves were there as well, it was alright. Any time that could be spent privately with the master was always fantastic.

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"Hey, is this good?" asked Nathan.

He and his friend Kip were standing in front of a mirror in their bathroom. They were almost naked, pants around their knees. Nathan's cock was buried in Kip's tight ass, the latter fucking himself on his friend.

"Good? It's better than good." The two were ex-military. The master had found Kip online sending selfies to his girlfriend. Once converted, he brought his roommate Nathan under the master's control. Now both had abandoned their girlfriends, since they were now gay. They spent most of their free time fucking like bunnies. Sometimes it was just them, other times like this it was for the master's pleasure.

Neither had ever met the master, but hoped to someday. Until then, they knew they were pleasing the master with these sessions.

"I love your fat cock inside me. Ride my ass, make me your bitch."

"You're such a whore. Squeeze my cock. Fuuuck, your ass is so tight. Uhhh."

The master loved their trashy sex talk. It enhanced what he saw. He had decided to have them over in a couple of weeks. However, for now, watching would do nicely. Especially with a slave on his knees sucking while doing it.

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"How are you doing, Kyle? Settling in OK?"

"Yep! Everyone's so cool. It's gonna be great."

"Ready for the initiation?"

"Sure am. I can, can," Kyle drifted off. Images of his frat brothers fucking his mouth and ass filled his mind. He started groping his growing crotch. "Mmm, I can hardly wait."

"I see that." The master laughed. He could not be there himself, but would make sure to watch the recording of the ceremony as soon as possible. It promised to be a very arousing night.

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Roland was working out late in the university gym when he heard the voice in his mind. His master's voice.

"Stop and come to me."

He obeyed immediately. How could he not? Why would he not? What his master wished, he wanted more than anything to do.

"Roland, right? I remember you. You came here on a wrestling scholarship."

"Yes sir."

"Take off your shirt and pose." As soon as the words were spoken, Roland complied.

"You have responded very well to the serum. So much so that you're too big to wrestle now, aren't you?"

"Yes sir." He bowed his head. Did this mean he would have to leave? He could not bear the thought of being parted from his master.

"That's fine. With your body in the shape it's in, you will make a superb addition to the football team. Have you ever played?"

"Not since high school sir. I wasn't very good. That was why I went into wrestling."

"You can be trained. You will make a solid contribution to the football team." The master stood behind Roland, with both hands on the younger man's waist. He pressed his groin into Roland's ass. "A very solid contribution. As I will be making a very solid contribution in you. Tomorrow night. A car will pick you up outside your dorm to bring you to me. Seven pm. Don't be late."

"Of course not sir." Finally! He could show how much the master meant to him. "I will please you every way I can."

"I know you will Roland." The master kissed his neck, making the young man shudder in anticipation. "I look forward to it."

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"Ready boys?"

"Yes sir," said Braden and Dez. The former was holding the phone so the master could see their shirtless bodies. Both were shaking with anticipation.

The football team had finished a winning season last week. Braden and Dez had been chosen as their reward. They were the sluttiest of the master's slaves, and would go above and beyond to show the master's appreciation for their victories.

They could hear yelling. The team was coming down the hall. Braden put down the phone and turned it off. It was no longer needed. The master had cameras placed throughout the locker room. Pleasing the team would please him too. They stripped out of their pants and faced the door. They were hard, throbbing and ready. As the team burst in, Dez looked at Braden and said, "Let the games begin."

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He was one of the winningest quarterbacks in the NFL. Every team wanted him.

His body was at the peak of physical perfection. His cock was long and thick, and he loved to fuck as often as possible. Every woman wanted him.

�Hey, Mister Popular.�

�Hey, Aaron! How�s it going?� The two had been teammates on the Fort Lauderdale Flamingos before he had been traded to a more major team. Aaron was still part of the Flamingos. He never understood why, since Aaron could have done so much better with his career.

�I�m sending you something. Trust me, it�ll change your life.�

�What is it, man?�

�Not going to spoil the surprise. Call me back and tell me what you think.�

�OK.� He opened the file Aaron had sent him. The screen filled with a purple mist, which seemed to expand beyond the screen. Soon he had no thoughts except purple.

The next day, he called Aaron. �That thing you sent was really cool.�

�What did you like best?�

�I don�t know. It was all just, uhh, cool.�

�You�re going to watch it tonight and tomorrow night and the next few nights, right?�

�Sure. Thanks for sending it to me.�

A week and a half later, he was at a hotel when he got a call. He did not recognize the number, yet felt compelled to answer.

�You are alone?� He knew who the voice was.

�Yes, master.�

�My room is down the hall. I will be there shortly. I�ll let myself in.� The master had already arranged to have a key for the quarterback�s room. �Make sure to be wearing only the special underwear you received in the mail.� A skimpy pair had been sent to him just for the occasion. He was already wearing them, and rapidly removed the rest of his clothes. So, got torn, but it did not matter. He must be ready for the master.

He heard a beep and the door opened. The master stepped through. The beauty of the one who owned him was nearly overwhelming. He fell to his knees, bowing to the master.

�Yes, you know your place. Now assume the position that the center would when he was going to hike the football to you. Alright, now put both hands on the ground. Stay that way until I say otherwise.�

He felt something cool being smeared liberally around his asshole.

�I�m going to fuck you. I know you�re a virgin in that area. At first it will hurt, but that will change quickly. Soon you�ll want get fucked as often as possible.�

He found that difficult to believe, but if the master said so, it must be so.

He felt the master�s cock pushing, pushing. It was inside him. It hurt, yet not as much as he thought it would. More and more of the master entered him. The pain built slowly. That is, until the master made contact with his prostate.

Suddenly the pain transformed into rapture. His dick, which had started to soften, became harder than it had been when the master first arrived. He moved back to get more of the master in him.

Knowing what his newest slave was feeling now, the master thrust into him harder and harder. This part, breaking them in, making them his forever, the master never tired of it.

The quarterback, though, was tiring of maintaining the awkward position. But he said nothing, since it was what the master wanted.

The master noticed, however. �Enough. Let�s go to the bedroom. Sit on the edge of the bed and let yourself fall back.� The master picked up the quarterback�s legs, pushed them back, spreading them as wide as they would go.

�Thank you, master.� This was a position he could maintain for much longer. Hopefully long enough for the master to be fully satisfied.

�You are quite welcome,� the master said as he thrust back into his slave.

He was one of the winningest quarterbacks in the NFL. Every team wanted him.

His body was at the peak of physical perfection. His cock was long and thick, and he loved to fuck as often as possible. Every woman wanted him.

No longer did he want women. He would fuck and be fucked by as many of the master�s slaves as was allowed. He would give up playing football if the master told him. For all that wanted him, the only thing he wanted now was the master, and that the master wanted him. The way the master was fucking him, he knew the master wanted him. And that was enough.

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�How are the boys coming along, Gerald?�

�Very well, master,� replied the new Hialeah Community College assistant wrestling coach. He had started his job four months before, and soon after was under the master�s control. He had only been with the master twice. Every time he got a call from the master, he hoped it was an invitation to pleasure the master. It was the hope of all his slaves whenever the master called.

�There will be a new player joining the team. His name is Nicolas. Give him his team phone and make sure he uses it in your office.� Each wrestler got his own phone when he started, specially prepared to program them to the master�s service.

�I will make sure nothing prevents him from becoming yours, master. I live only to serve you and help you enslave more hot young men so they may serve you as well.�

�And you have done so excellently. Such service must be rewarded. You will spend the last weekend of the month with me. Others will be there as well, but I will give you personal attention while you are here. Of course, you will also give me personal attention. Is that clear?�

�It is clear, master. Very, very clear. Thank you, master, thank you so much.�

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�Hello, my hot and hairy hunk. How goes it?�

�It goes great, master. Let me show you.� Archie sent a shirtless selfie. The master leisurely examined it.

Archie had been acquired earlier this year. He had been taking the serum for a few months, and the results were exceptional. His shoulders had widened, his waist narrowed, his muscles overall had gotten bigger. He only had a four-pack, but it was rock solid.

The master�s favorite part, though, was the chest. His pecs, already large and hairy, had become even more so. His back had also gotten extremely hairy, so Archie had to have it waxed and shaved on a regular basis. Still, overall, the master was pleased at the effects.

�Yes, Archie, you look good enough to eat. I think it�s time we got together for dinner. Maybe a few more meals after that. Next Thursday. I look forward to seeing you again, in person.�

�I do too, master. The minutes, I�ll be counting them.�

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�So, Michael, my big bad pirate, how goes the calendar?�

The master often called him that because he reminded the master of the actor who played Captain Hook on the ABC fairy tale show. The major difference was that Michael was far more muscular.

�Very well, master.� Michael was in charge of next year�s fireman�s calendar for the station. �You will be getting all the pictures by the end of the week. I�ll just need your decision on the winners by the end of next month so we can plan the photoshoot and have everything ready for the printers on time.�

�That sounds great. Actually, I�m going to let you in on a little secret. Don�t tell anyone until I say you can.�

�Of course, master. My lips are sealed.� He wished, though, that his lips were sealed around his master�s cock right now.

�We have enough for two calendars. So why not have two?�

�Two? That�s, that�s never been done.�

�And why not? Because most fire stations barely have enough hot guys for one calendar. We, on the other hand, are blessed with an overabundance of smoking dudes, pardon the pun. Last year�s calendar was the top seller in the city, one of the top ten sellers in the state and one of the top twenty sellers in the country. Frankly, I think we should have been number one across the board. This way, we double our chances and double our revenue. Perhaps more than double. We should be able to do it, right?�

Michael thought about the logistics. �If we hire another photographer, we can shoot both calendars simultaneously. I�ll have to talk to the printer. We may have to turn in both a little earlier, but I can�t see her objecting to getting twice as much money as she was expecting originally.�

�Me neither. Then let�s go with that. Call me as soon as you find out what the printer says. Something else. I�m going to be doing a couple of related side projects. Different versions of the calendar.�

�Different versions?�

�Yes. You�ve got enough on your plate, so I�m not going to throw these at you as well. I�ve been thinking about expanded revenue streams. The calendar we do is basically G-rated, which is great. But overseas, they do rather more risqu� ones. Apparently, the rugby players over there will get nude at the drop of a hat, so to speak. Why not do something like that here?

�What I had in mind was something between a PG and R. Nothing graphic, not full frontal or assholes, but maybe a butt profile or two. Artsy and classy.

�However, I don�t see why we can�t do an X version as well. Not show faces, of course. Have them blurred, show bodies below the neck, or only see the back of their heads. Not for sale to the general public, either. Only available through certain discreet channels. They could also serve as advertisements to clients seeking some of your more personal services. Like I said, I�ll handle all this so you needn�t worry about it. I just wanted to let you know since I�ll be setting up my own photoshoots and we can coordinate. I�ll be using separate photographers and printers as well, since we definitely don�t want the calendars, I�m doing mixed up with yours.�

�Wow, that�s very ambitious, master. But if anyone can do it, you can.�

�Thank you for that. By the way, as a thank you for the extra hassles this will be causing, you�re going to be the centerfold for one of the calendars.�

�Really? Master, I�m honored.�

�It was a no-brainer, really. I was thinking of doing it before this anyway. I mean, have you looked at yourself in a full-length mirror recently? If anyone deserves to be a centerfold, it�s you. Just keep doing the excellent work you�re already doing.�

�Thank you, master. I will.� Michael was ready to burst. He wanted to share all this wonderful news, but the master had said he could not. Still, everyone would know eventually. Until then, he would do the best he could to carry out the master�s will. Why would he do anything else?

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�Take off your shirt, Ramsey. Now hold up the phone so I can really see you.� There was a pause, then a long whistle.

�I had to see it to believe it, yet it�s still hard to believe. The serum has done your body a world of good. You have an actual eight-pack, with a hint of it becoming a ten-pack. The pecs, the biceps, the shoulders.� Another pause. �I need to see you in person and give you a very thorough examination. Next Thursday. Any plans?�

�Nothing important. I was going to see a movie with some friends.�

�Break that, but give a plausible excuse. Make sure to only eat a light breakfast and lunch, with no dinner. Be here by seven.�

�I hear and obey, master.�

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�You are a real bear, aren�t you?�

�I�m, uh, what, who, don�t, uh.�

Everett was sending shirtless selfies to his boyfriend. He was going to do a dick pic, but the screen on his phone began to glow purple. Before he could do anything, he was captivated by the swirling patterns.

�Well what do you know? I�ve gotten so used to ensnaring straight guys that I forget sometimes how hot gay guys can be.�

Not knowing how to respond, Everett said nothing.

�Were you going to send a dick pic?�

�Uh, yes.�

�Please, when we�re alone, call me master.�

�Yes, uh, master.�

�Go ahead and send me some dick pics. Here�s my number. Send some pics of your boyfriend too.�

Everett numbly obeyed.

�The bear and the twink. How conventional. He is cute, though. And your dick is major. I assume you top.�

�Yes, master. I wouldn�t mind him fucking me every so often, but he only wants to bottom.�

�Well, we can change that. In fact, after I�m done with you, you can have all the bottoming you�ve ever wanted. It�ll be with other guys sometimes, but neither of you will mind. After all, very soon the most important thing to you will be making me happy. You want that, don�t you?�

�Yes, I do, master. I want to make you happy. I want to be your slave. I want my boyfriend to be your slave. I want everyone in the world to be your slave.�

�Hold on, big fella, let�s not get ahead of ourselves. Don�t need a worldful of slaves. Quality, not quantity. And you, my friend, are quality."

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�Look at the camera like it�s the person you love most in the world. That�s it, Wes, you�re doing great.�

This was the fifth firefighter that Karen had photographed today, with one more to go. Three more days and she would be done. Karen loved her job, and days like this were why.

All the firemen responded well to her directions. Also, they were not bad on the eyes. Though she was a lesbian, she was not blind. She had rarely seen this many attractive men together outside of a fashion runway. The fact that they were all friendly and easy to work with as well made the photoshoot zoom by.

Karen had brought a couple of puppies with her. If any of the subjects were not so good-looking, she found a puppy would make them seem cuter by default. So far, she had not needed to use any, and did not think she would have to at all.

�Got what I needed. You can go and put a shirt on, and then send in Marc. You�ve been a doll, Wes.�

�No problem. I run into burning buildings for a living, so this was a piece of cake.�

Wes smiled as he left. The photoshoot had been OK, but he was looking forward to the far more uninhibited one tomorrow night. An orgy was not out of the question. Days like that were what made him so happy that he had been enslaved. He could not imagine anything better than his life as it was now.

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�Come in, Nicolas,� said assistant wrestling coach Hugo. �There�s someone who wants to meet you.�

Nicolas nervously stepped into the assistant coach�s office, head down. He had gotten a scholarship offer from Coral Gables University while attending a college in Georgia. It was so good that he had transferred the following semester.

It had not taken him long to find out the ulterior motive for the scholarship, but by that point it was too late. He had been exposed to initial programming while watching his first training video, with the rest done over his iPhone. Soon he was not only the newest member of the wrestling team, but the newest avid slave to the master.

He still retained his normal personality and feelings, so being called like this concerned him. Had he done something wrong? Who was this person who wanted to meet him?

�We�ve talked before, but not in person.� The voice. He recognized it. Could it be?

Looking up, he saw an unfamiliar man. He knew who it was as part of his programming, even though he had no conscious knowledge. It was the master.

Nicolas fell to his knees, bent forward and put his head on the floor. �Master, I am honored to meet you, even though I�m not worthy of that honor. Tell me what I can do for you, so I may be made worthy in your presence.�

�You�re giving me a kind of Arabian Nights vibe, which I�m really liking. But then you do like a hot young Aladdin. Stand, stand. The first thing you can do for me is take off the jersey.�

Nicolas unzipped and shed the top. The master walked around him �Yes, you were definitely worth the scholarship. Your upper torso is doing things for me like you wouldn�t believe. It�s so wonderfully defined.�

�Now I�ll tell you what you can both do for me. Let�s go to the fuck desk.� They walked over to a bare desk in the corner with no chair behind it.

�Hugo here knows what this is for, but you, young Nicolas, don�t. Isn�t that right?�

�Yes, master.� Nicolas had been in the office twice and wondered what the extra empty desk was for.

�It is, as I said, a fuck desk. As in, a desk on which one fucks or is fucked. Let�s all get naked, shall we?�

Once all were clothesless, the master continued. �When I snap my fingers, this is what�s going to happen. Nicolas, you�re going to get on your back on the desk. Hugo, you�re going to fuck him and I�m going to fuck you. When I�m ready to cum, Hugo will pull out and shoot on the desk near Nicolas� crotch. Nicholas, you�re going to get on your side and shoot in the same place. I�ll scoot around Hugo and add to the same pool. Once we�re done, Nicolas will lick off half while his dick is sucked by Hugo, and then Hugo will lick off the other half while Nicolas returns the favor. After that we�ll hit the showers and go our merry ways. Unless I change my mind, which of course I�m entitled to do, since I�m your master and all.�

�Yes, master.� �Certainly, master.�

To be continued

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Previously, in the assistant coach�s office�

�When I snap my fingers, this is what�s going to happen. Nicolas, you�re going to get on your back on the desk. Hugo, you�re going to fuck him and I�m going to fuck you. When I�m ready to cum, Hugo will pull out and shoot on the desk near Nicolas� crotch. Nicholas, you�re going to get on your side and shoot in the same place. I�ll scoot around Hugo and add to the same pool. Once we�re done, Nicolas will lick off half while his dick is sucked by Hugo, and then Hugo will lick off the other half while Nicolas returns the favor. After that we�ll hit the showers and go our merry ways. Unless I change my mind, which of course I�m entitled to do, since I�m your master and all.�

�Yes, master.� �Certainly, master.�

�By the way, Hugo, I�ve never mentioned this, but you look so much like that actor who played a vampire and now is the lead cop on that Hawaii police show reboot. You know who I mean?�

�Yes, master. He is very attractive. That you think I look like him is such a compliment.�

�Get ready for more. Because with all the exercising you�ve done, you�re way hotter. Enough of this chit-chat, though. Let�s get it on,� said the master with a finger snap.

In moments, Nicolas was on his back on the desk with Hugo�s cock almost buried inside him. Since he was a virgin, he thought it would hurt, but all he felt was a delightful fullness. Hugo fucking his player also made him fuck himself on his master.

Grunting and the musk of sweat and sex filled the small office. After a while, the master moved back. �I�m ready, boys. On my third snap, cum.�

Hugo left Nicolas tight enveloping hole and stood by the desk, while Nicolas turned on his side.

Snap.

With a howl, Hugo released several volleys while a whimpering Nicolas did the same. The master growled low as he added to the others.

As Nicolas was consuming the milky deposits the three had made, he could taste the differences. He was familiar with his own, from before and after the conversion. It was not bad, but nothing special, like mashed potatoes. Hugo�s was heartier, like well-made meat loaf. The master�s, though, was in a whole other class. It was like drinking the oldest and rarest of red wines, smooth yet invigorating. He wondered what the rest of the team�s cum tasted like. Since they were all slaves like him, he thought he would have a good chance to find out.

Once Hugo finished his part of the cleaning, the master said, �That was certainly fun. Did you like?� he asked Nicolas.

�Yes, master, very much. I hope I have the honor of being fucked by you someday.�

�Of that, there is no doubt. I may have you engage with your other teammates while I watch, but I will have you all to myself, my boy. Very soon, I think.�

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�Yes, Hayden, show me those biceps,� said Stan, the photographer. �Look like you�re staring at the finest ass in the world that you�re going to fuck long and hard. That�s it, baby. Now face the other way and look back at me. Twist your body more. Good, oh, that�s good.�

The second of the slutty photoshoots had so far gone without a hitch. Hayden was the last for the night. There would be two more next week, and the pictures for the G-rated through X-rated calendars would be ready for the master�s perusal and approval. Stan planned that none would disappoint.

�Now face me again and take off your pants. Slowly, don�t rush.� When Hayden was completely naked, Stan said, �Rusty, join us.�

An extremely muscular naked man strolled forward, holding a fireman�s helmet.

�I want you and Hayden to hold the helmet between you and masturbate. When I tell you to cum, I want you to have as much hit the helmet as possible. Got that?�

�Yes sir, I do,� each said.

Twenty minutes later, after having them jerk off at different speeds, Stan said, �On the count of three, cum. One, two, three.�

Both firemen groaned as the shot again and again. Their cum oozed down the helmet, collecting in a ring around the rim.

�Don�t spill, but tilt it towards the camera. Stop. Start on each side and lick up the cum until you meet in the middle.� Obeying, the two men gradually moved closer until their tongues touched. �Good. Get the rest. Now drop the helmet and really start kissing.�

Rusty was bigger in every way than Hayden. That was why Stan was going to have the two fuck with Rusty being the bottom. How much of this would make it into the calendar, Stan was unsure. But he knew, one way or another, that the master would like it. And that was the most important thing.

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"What�s your name, cutie?"

"Uh, like, Brennan."

"Don�t strain your brain. Just relax and watch the pretty purple."

"Brain, uh, relax, watch, purple, cool."

"That�s it. I see you�re in California. Do you live there?"

"Yeah, man."

"What do you do there?"

"Like, go to school. Surf."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Let me see all of you. Drop the towel."

"Man, I don�t know."

"No, you don�t know. You don�t know anything. Just the purple and the sound of my voice. The voice you must obey. Relax. Obey."

"Relax. Obey. Drop towel."

"Pan down so I can see. Your body�s nice. Get hard. Hm. Turn around and show me all of you from behind. That�s better. Very nice. That butt makes up for you being shortchanged in other areas. Keep watching the purple. Tell me all about you."

Brennan flatly confessed everything about his family, friends and life in general. He could make a cute addition, the master thought. But there was no hurry. There were plenty of slaves to satisfy him. For now, he would have Brennan complete his conversion. Then he could decide what to do with him.

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"How are you enjoying your new position, �Top�?"

"Which one, sir?" asked former Master Sergeant Simon Perrineaux. "On my knees, on my hands and knees, on my back? I really can�t choose, sir."

The master chuckled. How ironic that the nickname for a master sergeant in the Marines was �Top�, when he was now anything but.

As for Perrineaux, he was happier than he had ever been in his life. After graduating college, he spent a year playing professional baseball. However, he felt the call to serve his country and joined the Marines. Some said he had thrown away a promising career, but he never questioned his choice.

Now he questioned it even less, since it led him to his new life and his master.

He had risen to the rank of Master Sergeant in only two years. Having always kept in shape as a baseball player, he spent even more time at the gym. Now he had an even larger upper chest and shoulders, making his waist seem narrower in comparison.

Perrineaux was also a genuinely nice and considerate guy. That alone made him attractive to many women. Add in good looks, a rock-hard body and being in the military, and he was nearly irresistible.

One fateful night, his brother Bret sent him a video on his phone he said would change his life. A flash, a swirling cloud of purple filling his mind, and the change began. By the end of the month he belonged to the master.

His tour of duty lasted for another year. When it ended, he did not sign up for an extension. He went straight to Florida instead, starting his job as assistant baseball coach at Hialeah Community College.

After only a few weeks, Perrineaux was carrying out his duties very well, both serving and servicing the team admirably.

In public, Perrineaux ran the team through their paces rather harshly. Things changed dramatically when it was only the coach and his players. He was the team�s cumdump slut. Tensions were sucked out by his eager mouth. Team wins were celebrated by orgies, with Perrineaux�s ass being the depository for all the players� jizz.

He loved every minute of it, but he had yet to service his master. He had the motto "Dedication Is Everything" tattooed on his arm before he joined the military. It was truer than ever now. He was dedicated to his master wholly, doing whatever he wished, including servicing his slaves.

"I�ve heard nothing but good things about you, Simon. I believe it�s time for us to meet. Will next Thursday night work for you?" The master knew the answer, but liked asking the question anyway.

"Any night would be good, sir."

"Then be here following afternoon practice. Let�s get to know each other better. I look forward to it."