[Featuring Tom Welling]
Tom Welling, the star of the new WB show Smallville, was turning into one of my most interesting cases. In the past, I'd taken control of my celebrities quickly, used them and then tossed them aside, only occasionally recalling them for repeat performances, but with Tom it was different. I was taking my time, savoring each moment, noting with detail each step along the road to conversion. This was a turning point, a new chapter in my experiences with mind control and I had the feeling that it was leading to something big.
It was a few days after our encounter at the apartment that the next important step in Tom's conversion came. He had called me that night as usual and told me of the day's events. He called me fairly late that night, but explained that he had just returned home from a charity dinner of some sort. When I asked him about the rest of his day, he was somewhat evasive. He had done an interview for Japanese television in the morning, but the rest of the day was unaccounted for. When I pressed him, he finally explained that he had gone to the gym for a workout.
"And what happened at the gym, Tom?"
"You know, the usual."
"What happened, Tom?"
There was a long pause before he stumbled out, "I, I…"
"I am your Master, you must tell me."
"I got excited," he finally admitted.
"Start from the beginning, Tom."
"They, you know, they were watching me, I know they were. All those guys in their shorts and sweaty t-shirts and I couldn't stop it, it just happened."
"Why do you think it happened Tom?"
"I don't know, it was just, there was this guy in the weight room, he smiled at me and I realized he was starring at my crotch and I blushed and then it just happened. I moved to the treadmills, but they were all still watching me and I couldn't get him out of my head and so I left."
"You couldn't get who out of your head?"
"The guy who smiled at me."
"And what were you thinking about him, Tom?"
"That he wanted…" his voice trailed off.
"That he wanted what?"
"To… suck my cock."
Finally, it was all out, my conditioning must have started to work. Though I'd instructed him to forget about the previous events he was now starting to have sexual fantasies involving other men. It was time to nail the lid on the coffin.
"And this idea excited you, didn't it Tom?"
There was a long pause on the line before I heard the slightest whisper of an answer, "yes."
It was time to give Tom his next test. He was now thinking about sex with another man, but the question was, would he actually go through with it?
"Tom, your Master wants you to go to the gym tomorrow. You will go there each day at the same time, is that understood?"
"But what if he's there?"
"His attention will flatter you, and if he smiles at you, you are to smile back."
"But what if he follows me around?"
"Then you will find a place to be alone with him."
"But, he'll want to touch me!"
"You want him to touch you, Tom, and you want him to run his hands across your bare chest and put your cock in his mouth and suck you off, don't you?"
There was silence on the line.
"Don't you?" I asked in a more demanding tone.
"Yes," he finally whispered.
"Then you have your Master's permission to have sex with any man you meet at the gym, but you must call me each evening and tell your Master what you have done. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
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I spent most of the next day impatiently awaiting Tom's phone call. When it finally came later that evening, I rushed to the phone to hear the details.
He had gone to the gym as instructed, and his smiling gym buddy was indeed there again. Tom explained that he had nervously worked his way through the gym, staying one step ahead of the other guy before finally working up the nerve to let him catch up.
"Where did you go?" I asked.
"The sauna." Tom explained.
"You were alone?"
"Yes, he locked the door when he followed me in."
"What were you feeling?"
"I was nervous and afraid what would happen. I sat in the far corner and held the towel around my waist."
"Were you hard?"
"Yes." I could here the shame in his voice.
"Could he see?"
"He stood there, just inside the door and just stared at me for what seemed like forever. And he had that smile on his face. He dropped his towel and threw it over his shoulder and my stomach churned. He sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg. When I looked down, I saw how big the bulge was in my towel and then I saw that he was hard too, and I panicked."
"What did you do?"
"I tried to pull away, but I was in the corner, and there was nowhere to go. He had me trapped. I looked into his eyes and just said, 'please.'"
"What did he do?"
"He got down on his knees in front of me and pulled my towel away. God, I was burning up and cock hurt so much, it was so hard. But he didn't put it in his mouth, he played with it. He stroked it with his hand and pulled on my balls and I gripped the bench because it felt so good to have someone touch me."
I could hear the tremble in his voice and knew the difficulty he was having admitting to himself that he had experienced sex with another man.
"Finally, he sucked on it. He started slow and took all of me into his throat. God, I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. It was amazing. And his tongue was teasing the underside and then he just sucked on the head for awhile. I couldn't help it, he just kept going, I'd never had a blowjob like that before."
"And you came?"
"Yes, he pulled me out of his mouth just before and jacked me off onto his chest."
"What did you do then?"
"I panicked, I grabbed my towel and ran out."
"Did he say anything?"
"He just laughed and yelled out that his name was Jack."
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