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Part 1
(By idude786 and me)
Sam Vinson. I wanted him. Today I was going to have him.
How? I can control minds. How? You ask a lot of questions. It�s not important. Just know that it was a recent development. I tested the power on a few others and it worked beautifully. Now it was time to use it on the one I wanted, wanted so badly. Sam Vinson.
He was a trainer at my gym. We were very casually acquainted. Like we knew each other�s names and that was about it. But today would be different. Today we would know each other so very, very well.
"Spot!" I made sure he would be the one to respond. I lay down on the bench and started lifting the weights. His crotch was right over me. I could barely smell him, so I inhaled deeply. I got a boner from being so close. How couldn�t I?
Sam saw it. Normally he would have found some excuse to go. But I was already working on him, changing his thoughts, his outlook. I see his crotch bulging. He�s getting a boner too.
I rest the weight and sit up, smiling. "Got a problem there. I think I can help. Let�s go somewhere so I can take care of that for you, and you can return the favor."
"Uh, sure," he said uncertainly. But he goes with me anyway. We find a little used storage closet and lock the door after we go in.
I tell him to get undressed, but have him stop at his underwear. I�ll see the rest later. Right now, I loved to see how much they swelled from his excitement.
"I�ve, I�ve never been with a guy before. I never wanted to be, until now. What�s going on?"
"That�s ok, I�m here to help." I unzip my pants. "Why don�t you help me first. Don�t worry, I�ll show you what to do." I gently push him down to his knees, then guide his head to my dick. "Go ahead, taste it."
He�s nervous, so I brush a little of my precum on his lips. I concentrate for a moment, and then he looks up to me and smiles. Now curious instead of afraid, he begins to let my dick into his throat and loves it.
I cradle his head as he sucks more and more. "You�re about to taste the beginning of a new life, a better life." I tell him to slow down with his tongue. I want him to enjoy every spurt of it.
I get closer and closer. I can sense his excitement, but his restraint is admirable. His tongue slowly glides over the right places on the shaft.
"No turning back once you've swallowed," I whisper to him. His tongue glides and glides. He feels the change inside him too--his heterosexuality fading away. Fading away, and he didn�t care.
Finally, it happens. I flood his mouth and like the champion he is, he swallows everything he can. Spent, we both slump to the floor sweating profusely and he kisses me. "More," he begs, "Please, more. I�ll do anything for you. Anything."
I laugh. "I have a friend," I tell him. What I don�t say is that, like me, he can control minds. We can�t control each other, but why would we want to, when there are men like Sam that can be controlled.
"He�s in Florida. I�m going to send you to him. I�ll call to find the best time for you to visit, but it�ll be no sooner than the day after tomorrow. I�ll tell you when to go after I talk to him. You�ll need to drop everything, change any plans you have, and go as soon as he wants you there. He�ll take care of round 2, don�t worry. By the way, when you�re alone with me or him, you�ll address us as Master unless we say otherwise."
"Yes Master, whatever you say. Thank you for changing me. I�ll be so glad to serve both of my Masters."
Part 2
(By idude786 and me)
Sometime later
Hi, I�m the friend. You can call me Bill.
Sam didn�t get to me for a while. Almost two weeks. That�s because I wanted him prepared.
When I first saw Sam, I wanted him immediately. Who wouldn�t? But on second thought, I decided it would be more fun to play with him some first. Good things come to those who wait, and waiting makes the cumming really good.
He sent me selfies every day. He had been a profuse selfie poster before this, showing off his body. No surprise. With a body like that, I�d be posting selfies all the time too.
Soon, though, I would have a body like that. The exact body, in fact, to do with as I pleased.
I had him get a webcam and the playing truly began. Sam sucking on a dildo, then shoving it all lubricated with his spit up his tight ass. Sam doing pullups. Sam doing pushups. Sam doing sit-ups. Sam using his sweat from working out to jack his massive cock. But I would not let him cum. I was making him save that for me.
It was huge, that cock of his. He told my friend and me how many women it had been in. How many had trouble even handling it. But that did not matter anymore, since that cock would never be inside another woman again. Perhaps it would not be inside a man either. Like the rest of him, it was ours to do with as we chose.
When I felt he was ready, I told him.
Sam Vinson�s plane landed at Miami International Airport in the afternoon. He was dressed all in black. Black leather jacket, black shirt, black pants, black shoes. It was what the Master wanted. Picked up by a Mercedes-Benz at the terminal, he sat quietly in the back seat for the entire drive.
Quiet, but squirming a bit. Partly from anticipation, partly from horniness. He had not been permitted any sexual release since meeting his first Master. Since he had not had sex for two days even before that, he felt almost like he was going to explode. He wore loose pants and a jockstrap to conceal his erection, since he was hard all the time. With the size of the monster between his legs, that could have caused unwarranted attention.
But Sam�s discomfort was unimportant. This was what the other Master wanted, and he must obey. All that pent-up potency, the other Master wanted to be the one to release it. He must save himself, as the Master wished.
Twenty minutes later, he was in Coral Gables. The car pulled up to a large house surrounded by a high fence. The car went through the front gate, parking near the house.
The driver and Sam went to the front door, which opened as they approached. The man standing inside said, "Take off your shoes and socks and leave them here, then follow me." They went upstairs, turned right and went to the end of a long hallway. The man opened the door there and ushered Sam forward, closing the door behind him. He saw a large four-poster bed in front of him. This is it, he thought.
~Welcome, Sam. So nice to finally meet you in person.~
The voice was in his head. Turning, he saw a shape. The shape of a man, blurry.
~I am the other Master. I�m preventing you from seeing me as I truly am. You must earn that right. Are you ready to do anything for that to happen.~
"Yes, master. Tell me what I need to do. Please command me."
"Good." The Master spoke aloud. "Remove your clothes and join me in bed. Kiss me and we�ll go from there."
Sam quickly took off his leather jacket and shirt, followed by his pants and jockstrap. Soon he had joined the Master, their mouths open and pressed close. Hands moved over bodies, hardness against hardness.
"That was a nice start," said the Master. Working his way around Sam�s pecs, he continued, "Your nipples make me almost explode with delight." Sucking and nibbling those large nipples, the Master licked his way down the valley between his abs. "Would you like me to suck your cock?"
"If that�s what you want. I�m yours to do with as you wish."
"Well, I don�t. Not now, anyway. I want you to suck my cock. Do it."
"Yes Master." He had pleased his first Master this way, but he had learned so much more since that time. He slowly took the Master�s cock in, moving lower and lower until it was all in his mouth. He gently moved his tongue around, swallowing repeatedly.
"You have learned well. Continue."
Pleased by the Master�s response, he pulled up a little and then moved down. He continued his ministrations, never letting the Master�s cock entirely leave his mouth. Let this be forever, he thought.
"Enough. It�s time to break in that virgin ass. Well, virgin for a real cock. I want to fuck you doggie-style, like the bitch you are."
Sam assumed the subservient position. "Yes, please, fuck me like the bitch I am!"
The Master entered Sam�s firm muscular ass, stopping when only the head of his cock was inside. "You do the rest."
Needing no further instruction, Sam shoved back until the Master was completely in him. This was so much different than sucking cock, so much different from a dildo too. A real cock, his Master�s cock, buried inside him.
Sam was like a piston. The Master grabbed his shoulders, and Sam�s speed increased. His ass slapped against the Master�s pelvis again and again. "Master, your dick is so big, uhh, I love it inside me, I love you, uh uhh, I�m your slave, use me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
This continued for a while, but the Master finally said, "Stop. On your back. I want to see your face when I cum inside you."
Sam obeyed, spreading his legs in a V. The Master thrust all the way in, Sam�s ass opened from all the fucking. "When I cum, you will too, without even touching yourself." The Master pounded Sam, whose own enormous throbbing cock flopped around against his washboard abs. Sometimes the Master would pinch Sam�s nipples, making the slave hiss and arch his back.
Soon, all too soon, the Master was ready. "Ah, ahh, aaaaaaahhh!" As his insides were flooded, Sam shoot off. "Aaaagh!" The first few hit him in the face, the next ones covered his sweaty chest, then his abs, and finally dribbled on his crotch.
Panting, the Master said, "That was, that was worth the wait. You were fantastic. I�d love to keep you forever, but I do need to return you to my friend."
Crestfallen, Sam said, "I understand, Master. Whatever you wish."
Lowering himself, the Master kissed him deeply for a while. Smiling, he added "I didn�t say you had to go now. You�re going to be here for a few days more. And this isn�t the last you�ll see of me. You�ll be doing a lot of travelling, and be spending plenty of time with each of us. Once in a while, you may be with both of us together. Prepare to get your mind blown then. Your mind, and the rest of you."
Now happy again, Sam hugged the Master. "Separate or together, I need you both. I love you both. I serve you both. Now can I see you as you really are?"
"Before you go back, yes. But not yet. I like a little mystery. For now, let�s just snuggle, and we can do something more active again later. Deal?"
"Deal, Master."
Part 3
(By idude786, with some copyediting by me)
Six months had gone by since Bill and I broke Sam Vinson. Well, I suppose I should say "fix" instead. He was a pretty happy and functional gay man now, servicing us whenever we desired.
Of course, that doesn�t come without complications.
After a routine blowjob following a day at the gym, I could sense that Sam was preoccupied. I leaned in for a kiss and commanded him to tell me what had him so flustered.
"Well, Master�there�s this guy at the gym�Lance. Lance Anders. He and I used to be really good friends, in fact. But since I came out, he�s just been ignoring me. Earlier today I could have sworn he called me a fag when I walked by."
I could see my slave�s eyes water�which enraged me. I had him show me a picture of this alpha jerk. My eyes lit up as I quickly forwarded the picture to Bill in Florida with the message: �This one has been harassing our dear Sam. I think he deserves to be saved from his heterosexual life, don�t you?�
Within seconds, I received a reply from Bill with a thumbs up, and a smiley face. It�s time to get to work.
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I accompanied Sam to the gym the next day to scope out my latest target. The picture did Lance Anders little justice�his short blond hair complimented his chiseled jaw and beautiful blue eyes. Under his tank I could imagine abs of steel. As he lifted, I also smiled knowing that he had fairly hairy armpits.
As I begin to probe his mind, as I did Sam, one thing was clear to me, almost instantly-Lance Anders was going to take time to mold. His mental defenses were top notch; I could hardly push a thought in. I tried to concentrate harder, but he noticed me.
"What�re you looking at, queer? Get out of my face!" he growled.
I quickly apologized and walked away, but not without his water bottle. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. If I want to get anywhere with this guy, I�ll have to break him from the inside and the outside. I quickly masturbated and laced his water with my cum, and added a few drops of pee for good measure. Within minutes, I quickly returned his bottle; thankfully, he didn�t notice.
I kept my distance from him the rest of the day, but I could tell that with every sip he took, his mental barriers were beginning to crack ever so slightly. I could begin to read him�he was a local player who was fucking several women a week, but he had something serious going on as well. Before the day was out, I was able to have him rethink his time with the ladies and have him consider diverting all his free time to the gym. He was still straight, but not for long�
As the days and weeks elapsed, Lance�s presence at the gym was guaranteed, as well as my special drinks for him. I had him end it with his girl, and began to insert my own kinks: he hasn�t used deodorant in over a week, and he only wore white tanks to the gym. I could sense him questioning his actions over these last few weeks, trying to shore up his mental defenses. It was time to shatter them at their foundations.
I had Sam approach him with hopes of reconciliation. By this point, I made Lance receptive to the idea. As expected, Lance agreed to come to Sam�s apartment that night.
At Sam�s place, the two picked up where they left off and enjoyed a night of drinks and TV. After an hour, I knocked at the door.
As I walked in, I could see the annoyance on Lance�s face. That would soon change.
Making small talk, I turned to Lance. "How have your workouts been buddy?"
"Man, they�ve been way more intense lately, but I�ve been on some next level. I have energy that I never knew I had! Must be in the gym�s water, haha!"
I smile and remark, "Well, that�s one of the many perks of drinking my cum every day!"
"�What?"
I explained everything I�d been doing the past few weeks�the cum, the pee, and the mental landscaping. I can see the palpable rage in his eyes, as he readies himself to attack me. By this point, I�m able to hold him in place with my mind.
"What the fuck?! What�re you doing to me!! I�m not a fag like you two!"
I silence him and have Sam gently guide Lance to the bedroom. I position him on his back and rip off his tank, revealing the beautiful sculpted abs I imagined weeks before. His fertile pits begin to sweat profusely. I remove his shorts as well, revealing a very respectable dick, which was inexplicably (or was it?) hard.
I look at Lance sternly and say, "You�re going to hate every second of this, but there will be a part of you that will relish it. It�s the part of you I�ve been nurturing all month. Eventually, after enough cum, you�ll see the error of your ways, you fucking bully."
I nod to Sam, who then begins to rub his dick over Lance�s lips from end to end, over and over. He refuses to open his mouth, which I let him do; I enjoy giving him the illusion that he had some resistance left.
Eventually Sam�s precum coats Lance�s lips. Still nothing.
Sam then shoots his first (of many) loads onto Lance�s lips. Still nothing
Sam rubs the cum over and over onto Lance�s lips. I can feel in his mind that his body can recognize the salty sensation he�s been drinking these past few weeks, and that it craved more.
I look at his firm ass and casually remark, "Bill will love your ass. He�s my buddy in Florida�he�ll break you in. Tonight, your dick is mine!"
After five more of Sam�s loads on his lips, I could see Lance�s tongue begin to escape from his mouth. A lick here, a lick there�eventually, he began to lap everywhere he could!
As his heterosexuality became more fragile, I began to massage his dick with my tongue. I mentally guide all the fragments of his broken masculinity to his balls, to his next load of cum. As he begins to near that point, he allows Sam�s dick into his mouth and begins hungrily sucking.
As both he and Sam near their tipping point, I have Sam shoot first, deep into Lance�s throat. I can see his pupils dilate, his feet clench, his body sweating madly. He heaves, and then unloads into my mouth, sealing his fate with me forever. He is mine�and soon he will be Bill�s.
I send Sam away and lay with my new prize. He kisses me on the lips tenderly and whispers, "Thank you, Master."
Part 4
Models are idiots.
Male models, anyway. Oh, there are exceptions, as you�ll find in any group. But Zoolander was closer to reality than most people realize.
Which, if you want to turn them into love slaves, makes the job so much easier.
Take Damiano, for instance. He�d started at my agency over three months ago. His real name was Corey Chesterton, but he thought Damiano would make him more exotic.
Like I said, idiots.
Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Damiano ticked every box on my love slave list. Tall, dark, straight and handsome, with a body chiseled like an exquisite statue, nipples the size of quarters and an ass that looked like it had been designed to be fucked. He was hung like a horse, too, but that wasn�t something that mattered to me one way or the other.
He was, unsurprisingly, very popular with the female models and their friends. Damiano was not boyfriend material, but when all you wanted was no strings attached sex, he was your guy. He never got jealous and no one was jealous of him. From conversations I overheard, most of the models thought of him as a vibrator with legs. He often fucked several women a night, so I knew he had stamina. Another box ticked.
I don�t do the photography, but I often visit the sets to supervise. This also gives me the opportunity to observe and manipulate to my heart�s content.
After seeing his first underwear shoot and scanning his mind, I stopped by every chance I got. Though he wasn�t bright, he was very heterosexual, so changing his orientation would take some time. The rest of my staff unwittingly helped by telling him what to do, where to stand, how to pose and how to act. Models have to do as they�re told, almost like soldiers. This causes submissiveness, which I subtly accentuated. More and more, I made him see me as someone to admire, to emulate, to respect.
Damiano knew how good looking the other male models were. But after a while, thanks to my mental encouragement, he started having dreams about them. Half-remembered dreams, with naked sweaty bodies entangled and penetrating each other. Sometimes when he woke up he found that he had cum all over himself. He had always slept in a t-shirt and shorts, but after the dreams started he went to bed without the shirt, and days later without the underwear. Cleaning off his cum coated chest, he licked some of it for no reason he could explain and liked the taste.
When I knew he was ready, I asked him to stay after the end of a shoot. An underwear shoot. Which was the only thing he was wearing.
"You�re doing very well, Damiano. You�re becoming one of my more popular models."
"Thank you, sir." I smiled. He was so close to being mine totally.
"I treat my models well, you know that. But my popular models, I like giving more personal attention. Would you like my more personal attention?"
"How, how do you mean, sir?" Damiano was getting aroused, but didn�t know why. The dreams. Was he bisexual?
I touched his shoulder. He shuddered and his cock jumped in his tighty-whities. A wet spot appeared and slowly spread. I looked down and smiled again. "I could take care of that for you."
"Um, I�ve never, you know, with a guy."
"But you�re not completely disinterested."
"Yes. I mean no. I mean, I�d like it if my first time was with you."
I knelt and pulled down the underwear. I barely avoided his cock hitting me in the face. I had to admit it was a thing of beauty like the rest of him. Thick, meaty and curved slightly upward. I took the head into my mouth, focusing on that.
"That�s so, that feels so, oh god that�s good."
I continued for a while, then stood up. "Now it�s your turn."
"Are you sure? I mean, I don�t know."
"I took care of you, now you take care of me. Men take care of each other."
"Yes, you�re, you�re right. Men take care of each other."
I had already stripped and he imitated what I had done to him. I fed his mouth and his mind, making him love cock. The feel, the taste, the smell. Soon he was not even letting it out of his mouth, breathing through his nose as he took more and more of it in.
"That�s great. You are such a quick study. Now that it�s nice and lubed, there�s somewhere else it can go."
Damiano looked up. "What do you mean? I don�t understand? Where else could it� oh, you mean my ass."
"Yes, there. You want it there, don�t you?"
"Yeah, I do. I never realized I wanted a cock in my ass."
"You were denying it for so long. Now you know the truth."
"Yeah, the truth. I�m a cock slut. I need cock in my mouth. I need cock in my ass. I want, I want cock in my mouth and ass at the same time."
"I can�t manage that right now, but soon, soon. I have this guy I want you to meet, Sam. He�ll love you. And a friend of mine; he�ll love you too."
"Oh yes sir. Give me to as many men as you can. I want to serve you."
I laughed. That was it. He was a true love slave.
I fucked him on the floor of the studio. He ended up straddling me, riding my cock like it was his world. I played with his wonderful nipples, which sent erotic shocks through him. When I exploded in his ass, he gushed all over my chest without even touching himself. I pulled him down and kissed him.
"I�m going to keep you with me a few days, to make sure you�ll make my friend very happy. Quality control, you know. It�s a tough job, but somebody�s got to do it."
"Yes sir. I can�t imagine anyone who I would want to control me more than you."