NOTE: This story contains explicit sexual content. It is a fantasy containing non-consexual sex involving public figures. It is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of those mentioned, all of whom I understand to be straight. Nor does this story in any way express any accurate or factual information regarding any of the persons mentioned herein. It is merely a fantasy. It is a just a story, and an obviously fictional one. This one is dedicated to my good buddies Hyptrance and Rojoroars. Hope everyone enjoys and let me know if you have any feedback.
Alexei Nemov was on top of the world. Having just swept to the Olympic gold medal in gymnastics, he felt he could achieve anything. He was, indeed, a special young man. It almost seemed he had been kissed by the gods. He stands 5'8" and weighs in at 160 solid, defined, gymnastics-sculpted pounds. His short-cut brown/blond hair makes him look like the innocent, but playful, competitive and high-spirited young Russian he is.
Now, at twenty-five, he was in his prime and ready to take on the world to get to the top. Having won the Olympic gold medal, Alexei knew that there was money opportunity, celebrity and challenge waiting for him in the U.S.A. The simple and innocent Russian farm boy was also shrewd and ambitious and knew he could now make his fortune and guarantee security for himself and his family in America. Naturally, he wound up in Hollywood. That is how he met me. My name is Kattt, Dr. Kattt.
Alexei knew that he would need good representation if he was to succeed in becoming a celebrity and a star in the United States. Alexei was shrewd enough to realize that Americans worshipped great athletes and beautiful bodies. He had both. And he had seen how people like Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Bruce Jenner and Mitch Gaylord had turned athletic success into millions doing endorsements, television sports commentary and even movies. Nor was it lost on Alexei how foreign studs had made it in the U.S. He knew that he could follow in the footsteps of Schwarzenegger and Van Damme and parlay his hot body into stardom. Fortunately, Alexei contacted some of my clients, who were programmed to recommend me highly. Troy Aikman and John Elway -- both clients of mine -- spoke with the ambitious young Russian and explained to him that I was by far the best sports agent in the business and that he should definitely speak with me. Alexei was not aware that Troy and John were now my completely brainwashed gay puppets and could not have told him otherwise had they wanted to.
Soon enough, an appointment was arranged and I began to do research in preparation for spinning my web around this new and unsuspecting young jock. While my agent business had allowed me to enslave some of the prime American celebrity athletes, I had never had the pleasure of programming a top-flight international athlete into one of my toys. As I did more and more research on Alexei, it became clear that he had just the kind of hot body and indomitable will to win that I so loved to crush underfoot.
Alexei had started gymnastics at age 5, was quickly judged to be a remarkable talent, and invited to live at a special training center outside of Moscow, where he has been ever since. Alexei grew up during the last few years of the Soviet Union and was treated as all great Soviet athletes were, like something of a God. From the time he was a child he had been treated as a special person and exalted above all others as a propaganda example of pure and spotless Russian youth. Along the way, Alexei developed a strong and prideful sense of himself.
Yet that youthful athletic touch of arrogance was tempered with a boyish playfulness and competitive nobility that made him all the more appealing. I examined all the aspects of his tendencies, moods and personalities. He indeed was a special boy.
The more I learned of him, the more my mouth watered at the prospect of his subjugation. Alexei's competitive breakthrough was at the 1994 Goodwill Games, where he won four events and the all-around competition. By the 1996 Atlanta Olympic games, Alexei had established himself in the rarefied realm of athletic legend and erotic fantasy icon. His hot body, boyish looks and devilishly playful nature combined to beguile the world. As he won medal after medal in Atlanta, it was as if the young man began to sense the powerful sexual attraction he possessed. He seemed to play to the camera, cocking his eyebrows suggestively and taking every opportunity to wave and flirt with women in the crowd. At the medal ceremony, he even flirted by performing a modified strip-tease and hiking his t-shirt off of his shoulder.
At every Olympics, there is a special exhibition after the competition is over and the medals are awarded. The athletes use this occasion to blow off steam and try some unconventional routines they would never try in actual competition. At the Atlanta post-competition exhibition, Alexei shocked and exhilarated the world when he did an entire very suggestive routine bare-chested.
He knew how to play it and showed such uninhibited joy with his winning smile after the performance that even the staid conservative leaders of the Russian gymnastics establishment could not be angry.
Women around the world went wild and Newsweek Magazine placed a moniker on him that stuck: "Sexy Alexei." Alexei plays to the crowd often. He clowns around and shows off when he is succeeding in competition, sometimes sarcastically pumping up his impressive biceps to thrill his female fans. This information also fueled my desire to make Alexei my little Russian puppet.
Alexei's playful high-spiritedness was discouraged by his strict Soviet-trained coaches. Try as the Russian sports machine might, they could not extinguish the fire of individuality in Alexei and make him another of their faceless, unemotional gymnasts, performing with precision but no soul. Who would have thought that Alexei would keep his will and spirit in the face of totalitarian communism, only to become a mindless gay automaton when he made it to the Land of the Free? Yet that was precisely what I had in mind.
Alexei's repeat dominant performance at the 2000 Sydney Olympic games made him a still bigger sexual and athletic darling of the sporting world. He was once again the crowd favorite. After he won, he held back tears upon hearing the announcement of his victory. On the award podium, he flashed a dazzling smile and waved a bouquet of flowers to his legions of adoring women.
Then, with a smirk on his face, he struck a bodybuilder pose. The crowd went wild. Sexy Alexei was ever the showman. After this performance, one magazine dubbed him "the male Anna Kournikova."
His performance was even more heart-warming because his first son was born while he was winning in Sydney. Alexei and his wife Galina were married on June 2, 2000, even though the baby was conceived out of wedlock. Alexei's love seemed pure and genuine, just like his competitive grace and courage. About his wife, he said, "I love my wife although we are not officially married and I love her son because he is now my son also. I love absolutely everything about her. With her I find peace." His selfless romanticism made him all the more a winning and innocent role model to fans.
Once again, however, even in the face of marriage, his earnestness combined with a sense of youth, cockiness and fun that increased his appeal. On an Internet site he listed his interests as "cars, girls, going to the disco and girls." Well, when I was through with him he would still be interested in discos, but no longer in girls.
When Alexei arrived at my office, he was every bit as beautiful and charming as I suspected he would be. I could tell he was impressed as I laid out all of the opportunities and strategies available from posing for a poster, to working on television, to making action movies. "There is problem Dr. Kattt," he said in the sexy Russian accent that made me go stiff. "What is that Alexei?" "My English not good as should be. Must be better."
"Well, Alexei, I have a special plan to quickly and permanently acclimate you to English so that you will be able to do any film or television roles or any public speaking engagements that we can get in order to advance your career." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Alexei, you are a star at whatever you do, and I am going to make you one of the biggest stars in the world. Will you do whatever it takes?"
He looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes burning with intensity, ambition and innocence. "I will do whatever it takes to succeed here in America. My wife and son live like paupers in Russia. Alexei will make success in America and bring them here!" As I felt his muscular shoulders through his suit, I said "Perfect, soon you will be talking a whole new language."
With that, I led Alexei into the conditioning room. I had set up the computer screen and headset. I explained to Alexei that the computer was loaded with a new program I had developed to teach and drill English into the subconscious of a student so that a person could quickly and efficiently learn English in a fraction of the normal time required. Alexei seemed skeptical, but all of the other athletes he had spoken to had said how smart and successful I was on behalf of my clients, so the ambitious young Russian sat down and put on the earphones while gazing at the screen.
"You see Alexei, the program works rather simply. It chooses random words and sentences in English and audibly repeats them into the earphones. At the same time, those same words and sentences appear on the screen in Cyrillic (the Russian alphabet). Your part will be to repeat the words in English. Your voice saying the words will be recorded by the computer and automatically re-fed back into your earphones. Thus, soon you will have triple feedback of the words and sentences. You will see the words in Russian, hear them in English from the computer and then hear them repeated back in your own voice through the earphones. At times it will get a little bit disorienting because you will be getting bombarded with the information, but the effect will be to drum the key words and phrases into your subconscious so that in no time you will equate the Russian words with the English words and be speaking fluent English. Understand?"
Alexei was a bit confused as to the technology, but the doctor sounded so learned and detailed in his description that he was confident it would work. Alexei adjusted the earphones and I hit the switch that lit up the computer screen. As the program jumped to life, Alexei heard through his earphones, "I am Alexei. I am a winner." Simultaneously, the same words appeared in Russian on the screen. Alexei smiled a wide, joyful smile at me and repeated the words, which then were fed back through the earphones. I patted him on the shoulder laughingly, "I thought you would like that one!"
The words and sentences then began to come more and more quickly: "I know that I am strong;" "My training and strength have made me a champion;" "Champions must practice;" "Victory is sweet;" Alexei was straining in concentration trying to quickly read absorb and repeat the information now being thrown at him at a rapid pace. At the same time, a fascinating pattern of shapes and colors began to appear in the background of the screen, just behind the Russian words. Likewise, a barely perceptible hum began to occur underneath the words on the earphones. Soon, Alexei was gripping the table top so tightly that his knuckles went white as he strove to listen and repeat the words.
Now the pace and volume of the words and images increased: "A black man in the 1860's was a SLAVE"; "A male under 16 is a BOY"; "The opposite of strong is WEAK." As the pace increased, Alexei pulled the earphones from his head. He already was looking somewhat glassy-eyed and disoriented. "These statements, they make no sense. Why are they being said?"
"Alexei, Alexei," I patted on his shoulder. "You are making the common mistake of listening to the sentences as if they mean something. The sentences taken together mean nothing, they are nonsense. We have just lined them up this way so that you get to learn and repeat certain words. No matter what the sentences say, ignore what you think they mean and just repeat the words. That way you will learn English."
Alexei looked at me skeptically. "Of course, if you don't trust my methods Alexei, feel free to leave. I don't think you will be getting many movie or television jobs without learning much better English, however. Maybe your wife and son will be better off living in a one-bedroom apartment in Moscow. It probably was a mistake for me to work with a Russian athlete, I always was told you did not have the competitive nature to go for it the way my American clients do." Now Alexei was looking at me with barely concealed anger. "I also have heard that gymnasts are not as tough at real athletes like football and baseball players."
Just as I expected, that did it. Alexei grabbed the earphones from me with all the determination he had ever used when he climbed onto a high bar. His eyes flashed defiance and lust for victory. "Alexei is tough as any American. Will learn program and become star in America."
I looked on in glee. Oh yes, my tough little Russian boy, let your own strength and will be the tool for your downfall. Now Alexei stared intently at the swirling screen and the words in the foreground. He had turned the volume on the earphones up full blast and I put the program at its fastest, most intense level. Alexei began to listen to and repeat the words that came in rapid-fire succession as the dancing patterns on the screen began to be reflected in his increasingly fixed and shining eyes.
"It is important to train a dog to OBEY."
"Every child must have a DADDY."
"Santa's elves are happy and GAY."
"My strength when I make a vault comes from my KNEES"
"I must focus on winning. Everything else in LIFE is NOTHING."
"I KNOW athletes must not be FRIGHTENED of defeat."
"I LOVE ice cream more than any food I have eaten."
I stood behind him massaging his muscular shoulders and running my hands through the now enthralled Alexei's short-cropped hair. He repeated the words almost mechanically now. "Yes Alexei, see how you are learning and saying so many words now?"
Alexei was now slumped forward, his chin on the table as he looked at and repeated the sentences being fed into the earphones and onto the screen. As the words continued, so did Alexei's repetition of them and the recording of his repetition into the computer's memory banks.
"Many of my people WORSHIP in the Russian Orthodox Church."
"All albums must have a MASTER tape when they are recorded."
"People in all nations DESIRE peace."
"Listening to great music is a real PLEASURE."
"DR. KATTT lives in Los Angeles OVER top of the ocean."
"The average male will LIVE to be 74."
The processing of sentences stopped. Alexei sat staring blankly ahead. The only sound was the grinding of the computer as its recording system took the recorded words of Alexei and reconfigured them into newly programmed sentences. By now the words had disappeared from the screen as had the computer-generated voice in the earphones. The screen was filled with hypnotic, beguiling spirals and the only feedback from the earphones was the tape of Alexei's voice with the words he had spoken reconfigured into a message I planned for him to learn and live.
As he gazed at the spirals on the screen, Alexei soon heard his own voice through the earphones.
"Alexei is a boy. Alexei is a boy. Alexei is a boy."
I was pleased at how effectively and seamlessly the computer had dubbed Alexei's recorded words into new sentences that flowed together naturally.
"Alexei is frightened. Alexei is frightened."
As Alexei gazed at the screen, his own words were recycled back through the earphones into his now wide open subconscious. I loosened his tie and placed my thumb against the pulse in his neck. I found it incredibly erotic to feel the strong beat of his courageous young athlete's heart. Meanwhile, Alexei began mouthing his own words as they were funneled deeply into his hypnotized brain.
"Alexei is nothing. Alexei is nothing. Alexei is nothing."
I traced the line of his strong jaw with my index finger. The chiseled jaw that he had jutted out in triumph and pleasure as he won his medals.
"Alexei is weak. Alexei is frightened. Alexei is gay. Alexei is gay."
I had always admired Alexei's long and luxurious eyelashes. I gently stroked them with the back of my hand as Alexei heard his voice begin telling his subconscious the next set of parameters.
"I live a lie. I live a lie. My life as I know it is over. My life as I know it is over."
All of Alexei's strength and will power were useless to him now. He was in a dream state and his own voice was speaking a new reality to the very center of his being. I slid my thumb past his thick lips and into his mouth. He sucked on it as he mumbled the next set of sentences his voice fed him.
"Dr. Kattt is my master. I am his slave. Dr. Kattt is my master. I am his slave. Dr. Kattt is my master. I am his slave."
By now, I had one hand down Alexei's shirt which I had half unbuttoned and was stroking his marvelous pecs. My other hand was under his belt and in his pants, stroking the outside of his briefs. His voice then began telling him new things.
"I worship and obey my master, and live for his pleasure. I worship and obey my master, and live for his pleasure. I worship and obey my master, and live for his pleasure. I worship and obey my master, and live for his pleasure."
My fingers now moved in slow circles around each temple. As his now dreamy voice huskily repeated his own words flowing through the earphones in a manner indicating that his mouth had gone dry.
"I love Dr. Kattt. My greatest desire in life is his pleasure. I love Dr. Kattt. My greatest desire in life is his pleasure. I love Dr. Kattt. My greatest desire in life is his pleasure."
I began tonguing his ear as the computer code grinded and shifted and Alexei's voice fed him new messages.
"Alexei must be on his knees. Alexei must be on his knees."
After about an hour of this, the messages stopped and Alexei faded into a deep sleep. As he slept, the medical cart was rolled into the room. Alexei's head would be like mush for days. The subconscious conditioning of his own voice had subjected his brain to a pounding. Now was the time to finish the job. I rolled the IV drip of rohypnol and muscle relaxant next to his chair. I took his limp, muscular arm and rolled up the sleeve. I pressed on his famous plump bicep the women loved until a vein stood out on his arm. Then I slid the syringe into his smooth, thick skin. The gelled electric probes were attached to his temples and his nipples.
A few hours later, Alexei began to awake. He felt in a fog. He knew he was still sitting in the seat, but his head hurt immensely and it was difficult to put a thought together. He looked up and saw Dr. Kattt. Immediately, he felt warm and safe. He also felt small and insignificant and had to fight an urge to throw himself to his knees. He gazed up in awe at Dr. Kattt. Dr. Kattt stroked Alexei's chin and turned his face toward the screen. On the screen, familiar events began to unfold.
It was the 2000 Olympics. Yes! My moment of triumph, Alexei thought to himself. He saw himself in the warm-up area before the match feeling confident and cocky, smiling broadly to the crowd and flirting with his muscles.
Suddenly, the electronic probes on his nipples and temples sent charges through his body and mind and the vision on the screen changed. Alexei was no longer confident and cocky. He was in terror. He was afraid he could not win. He felt weak and small and knew he could not win the medal. He began to pout and quiver with fear as he tried to tape his wrists.
Alexei saw on the screen that as he pulled on his socks, he was almost crying in weakness and despair.
The portion of Alexei's mind that could still function independently began to rebel. This was not right! This was not how it happened. The Sydney Olympics were a moment of triumph. He was not scared or afraid. He knew he would win. But the images on the screen told a different story and he heard his own voice say "Alexei is weak. Alexei is frightened." He saw himself sitting in the warm-up area, gazing down at his feet, clutching his thighs trying to hold himself together as he was gripped with fear and weakness and cowardice. As he began his stretching exercises, he felt hopeless and desolate, no smile or look of determination crossed his face.
As Alexei watched the reconstruction on the screen before him, his memory of this moment of triumph was being rearranged and modified permanently in his mind. He was not strong or cocky or confident as he waited to perform. He knew now that he was scared and weak; he knew that he would lose. He was afraid to even go out on the floor to compete. Then, new images began on the screen. From the stands Dr. Kattt approached. Deep in the back of his consciousness a part of Alexei was remembering that Dr. Kattt had not been present at the Sydney Olympics. As that thought tried to surface and bring Alexei back to the reality of his actual life and history and awaken him from the downward spiral to slavery and oblivion. But another, stronger voice, Alexei's own voice, spoke powerfully from his subconscious, drowning out his true memory: " Dr. Kattt is my master. I am his slave." The leads on Alexei's temples and nipples sent affirming jolts of pleasure and at once Alexei realized that what was happening on the screen was his true memory. He saw that he, strong confident sexy Alexei was so frightened and scared and certain of defeat that he was trying to hide his face in his warm-up jacket rather than go out to compete.
He was scared and afraid, worthless and weak, unable to compete, but Dr. Kattt was coming to his rescue. Alexei saw Dr. Kattt approach him and cup his face in his hands. Alexei saw himself begin to weep; "I cannot win. I am not strong or skilled enough. I am afraid to go onto the floor." The image on the screen continued and Dr. Kattt tilted Alexei's head up so that he was staring deeply into his eyes. Dr. Kattt spoke. "I know Alexei that you are nothing. You are weak, not strong. You are frightened. You can never win the gold medal. You are not even a man. But as long as you realize that you are nothing without me and that you are my slave, the fear will go away and you will win the gold medal. The victory will be mine, not yours. Your performance will succeed because you will feel my strength within you. Your performance will not be a validation of your power and strength, but a homage to my greatness. Now go and win."
Alexei looked on in stunned silence as his saw his own image gazing deeply into Dr. Kattt's eyes as the crowd cheered. His eyes locked on Dr. Kattt's and he felt himself drowning in those eyes. Dr. Kattt ordered him to sit in meditation and contemplate who and what he was. Alexei slumped into a seat and went into a deep trance as his new personhood and goals were revealed. He looked down into his hands with his fixed blank stare.
He felt relaxation and strength returning. Not his own strength, but that provided by Dr. Kattt's sublime greatness. Alexei knew now that he was nothing but that he must let Dr. Kattt's strength flow through him so that he could perform for Kattt's greater glory. He WAS nothing; merely a tool to glorify Kattt.
Alexei looked on at the screen showing the now diabolically modified memory of his tremendous Olympic performance. It revealed that he went onto the floor like a mindless automaton. His face and movements displayed only dazed submissiveness rather than his usual animated and boyish joy.
His first event was the floor exercise. Alexei now remembered that his performance in this event was a personal homage to Dr. Kattt. As he did his scissors routine on the mat, he spread his legs widely. He remembered that he performed excellently and was able to spread his legs wider than ever before. In his mind he knew he could do this because he was imagining spreading his legs as wide as possible so that Dr. Kattt could hike those gymnast legs over his shoulders and enter Alexei.
Next Alexei saw himself perform a fantastic feat of strength and hold himself aloft on the mat with just his two arms, his legs hiked in the air behind him.
Deep in the dwindling part of his mind that represented the old Alexei, there was a fragment of a thought that this was a routine he had worked hard and long to develop through years of dedication and training. That thought was obliterated by the new conditioned thought being fed into Alexei's mind. Alexei now knew that this pose was a further reflection of his desire to present himself so that Dr. Kattt could enter him from behind, doggy-style.
I looked on in remorseless pleasure as Alexei fixedly stared at the screen. It was so delicious that I was wiping away the proud boy-athlete's real memories of athletic triumph and replacing them with the degrading false memory that all of his strength and skill in the performance was merely a pantomime meant to visualize his desire to be raped by me. I could barely contain my glee at how truly evil this ironic twisting of memory and reality was. As Alexei gazed on, IV drip in his arm, electronic leads sensitizing his erogenous zones, he saw the altered memory of his next event at the Sydney Olympics, the rings. Alexei saw himself stretched out on the rings high above the crowd. His biceps bulged and the crowd went wild.
In reality, many thought Alexei's rings performance at the 2000 Olympics was one of the greatest feats of strength in gymnastics history. The modified reality he now came to see was that he had placed himself in the rings to emulate the tying up and beating that he was praying Dr. Kattt would inflict on him after the event. Alexei now believed that the entire exercise was merely a symbolic anticipatory salute to his own forthcoming degradation at my hands. As he held on to the rings, muscles clenched, he thought not of triumph and victory, but of servitude and shame.
Next Alexei saw the screen dissolve into pictures of him after he had won the gold medal. Alexei's true memory told him he had shown a triumphal smirk. He also remembered striking a bodybuilder pose to tease his female fans.
Now those memories left him. What had been a moment of pride and honor for the young gymnast was now remembered through a fog as a moment of shame and humiliation. Why were they applauding? Did they not realize that he was nothing, that Dr. Kattt deserved all the credit? The performance had been a mere physical proclamation of Dr. Kattt's dominance and strength and Alexei's uselessness. Memories of his triumphal celebration left Alexei's mind and he remembered only standing in empty mental submission to Dr. Kattt, a blank look on his face as his mind slipped further into servitude and submission while the national anthem played and the flags were raised.
The images on the screen stopped and Alexei slowly lifted his chin from the table, turning his rapt attention from the screen to the looming figure of Dr. Kattt behind him. Alexei now knew who he was and what he was for. Never had he felt such love and selfless devotion, not to his wife and not to his baby son. At the same time, never had he felt so inadequate and useless next to another man. Alexei was used to dominating a room, having other men in awe of him. His sense of uselessness and weakness drove him to want to make his new station in life clear. He plunged himself from the chair to his knees in front of me. As he did so, he ripped open his undershirt, proclaiming in a quivering voice. "Please use me and punish me. I am not worthy of anything but to be used by you!"
As I saw my once strong proud and fiery little Cossack on his knees with tears streaming down his china doll cheeks, I reflected with satisfaction on how far I had brought him. My attendants wheeled in a pommel horse. Alexei seemed to know what to do immediately. He threw himself onto the apparatus, luridly pushing out his luscious backside. He moaned with pleasure as I rubbed the follicle-killing oil over his legs, thighs and backside. "Soon you will be smooth and hairless forever Alexei, just like daddy's boy should be." The straight, athletic heartthrob merely moaned with soulless pleasure as the visible trappings of his masculinity were wiped away forever.
Alexei looked over his shoulder like a curious little boy as I lubed my tool. I knew this would be intensely painful. With his raging heterosexuality and conservative upbringing, Alexei had never had anything near his hole, let alone a man's throbbing cock. But Alexei was about to learn many pleasures that his un-programmed mind would have thought unspeakable. His hole was small and tight and pink and vulnerable. It never fails to arouse me, the notion that the most strong and athletic thighs are portals of protection to a vulnerable, blinking cavity of boyflesh. As did Elway and Young and Aikman, Alexei would learn that the pleasure he felt filling women was nothing compared to the bliss he would feel as he was entered; as he played the bottom, the one penetrated, used and conquered.
I brought my tongue to a point and lunged it deep in his ear canal. He writhed under me. "Pleasure is pain Alexei and pain is pleasure." With that, I simultaneously lunged my cock into his gymnast's buttocks. His sphincter muscles stretched to the breaking point and finally I felt the give. As I lunged in and out, I saw the red on my penis. Alexei, however, was not cognizant to the pain and hurt I was causing him. He was nothing and his old life was a destroyed memory. He had indeed learned a whole new language.