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Horny01

"Your will is erased. You must obey me completely."

"I must obey you completely."

"Now become aroused, my slave. So very, very aroused."

"It is uncomfortable. May I adjust myself?"

"No. The way your speedos are bulging pleases me. The looks you are getting please me. If you were in control, how would you feel?"

"I would feel very embarrassed."

"And now?"

"I feel whatever you wish me to."

"Excellent. Do 10 laps in the pool, then walk around it a few times. Don't hurry. You will remain aroused, so anyone who wishes can see you. Then come to me, my slave. Come to me so I may use you and abuse you. That turns you on even more."

"I am so turned on. I will do as you command."

Horny02

"You are my slave."

"I am your slave."

"You must obey."

"I must obey."

"You live to serve me."

"I live to serve you."

"All night and day."

"All night and day."

"Time to become aroused, my slave. So very, very aroused."

"So, so horny."

"Are you getting looks."

"Yes master. Mostly girls, but a few guys."

"When I permit you to move, go to those men. Tell them they can do whatever they want with you, but someplace private. After that, you will spend all your free time having sex with as many men as possible. But don't neglect your body. Continue your training. In a month, I will let you come to me and show me what you have learned. If it pleases me, you shall leave your old life and remain with me. If not, you will spend another month doing more depraved things and return to me. Eventually you will be with me forever. How soon that happens is up to you, slave. Now you may move. Go and begin practicing the art of manlove."

"Right away, master. Thank you, master. I long to be with you for the rest of my life, master."

Horny03

"Ahhh, what's happening?"

"You are becoming my gay sex slave, you swimmer hunk."

"Not, not, gay. Not, slave. Ahhhh!"

"You oppose the inevitable. No one has been able to resist me."

"Fight you, won't give in, resist."

"The pain will only increase. You cannot win. But here, let me show you what you have to look forward to."

"What, oh, oh, ohhh God oh God oh God that feels so gooood."

"Didn't know you could get that horny, did you? Even at your age."

"Please, don't want to be a slave, but never been this hard, oh guhhh."

"Difficult to concentrate on fighting me, isn't it? And why should you fight me? When you're all mine, I'll do this to you, but for much longer."

"Ah guh ahh unngh."

"That's it, let your defiance go, your struggles cease. You want to be my slave."

"Nuh, nuh, no, puh, please."

"Please what?"

"Please, please, duh, duh, duh, don't stop."

"Don't stop, who? Say it, you know you want to. Say it."

"Muh, muh, mah, master. Don't stop, master."

"Relax and let me in the rest of the way. That's it. Let go. Yes, that's it, almost there. Aaand, done. You're mine, now. Do you like that?" "Yes, master. I love it. I love you. I live for only you. Let me be with you. Let me please you."

"Oh, you shall. This battle of wills has aroused me more than I have been for some time. Come to me, slave. Don't change. Drive here," An address appeared in the slave's mind, "in your speedos. Quickly but safely."

"Right away, master. Thank you, master. I'll be there right away. I can't wait for you to use me."

Horny04

"Two for the price of one. Outstanding. And relaxing after a hard swim. Sleep, boys, and get horny. Sleep. Horny."

"Sleep. Horny."

"I'm in your dreams now. You want to do whatever I say, because I can make you feel sooo good."

"Do what you say, feel good."

"You work hard to make your bodies look so good. It turns you on, thinking how horny you make others."

"Hot bodies. Horny."

"You love your bodies. Guys' bodies. You love guys. Guys make you horny."

"Wait, what..."

"Relax. So horny. Your bodies make you horny. Which means you're gay. You want guys' bodies."

"Must be... gay. Bodies, guys' bodies, horny."

"You want to feel like this forever. Obey me without question, be my slaves, my gay sex slaves, and you can feel like this forever."

"Feel like this. Slave, gay... slave, sex... slave, obey, want to, obey."

"Tell me I am your master, and release your minds and bodies to me forever."

"Master, you are our master, yours forever."

"As it should be. When you awaken, go somewhere that you can explore each other's bodies further. Acquaint yourself with every inch of each other. Take every opportunity to do so. Eventually I will summon you. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps next week, perhaps longer. Know that the more you are able to please each other, the more you will be able to please me. Do you understand?" "Yes, master. We hear and we obey."

Horny05

"What am I bid for this fine piece of manflesh?" The vacant-eyed blonde was wearing a business suit with no socks or shoes, but you could tell he was in shape. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, thick legs. "Remove your clothes, slowly, so the customers can see the merchandise. As you will see, gentlemen, he is built for pleasure, but can provide other forms of entertainment.

The jacket was off, and the shirt unbuttoned. He pulled it off, the chords in his arms tightening as he threw it away. His chest was broad, his abs tight, his Apollo's belt pointing down to his still concealed crotch.

"He will obey your every whim, satisfy every desire to the best of his ability. And his ability is great, as you can see. Do I hear 10? 10, 10, I have 10, do I hear 20? I have 20, do I hear 30?" The man had removed his slacks and was standing before the crowd wearing only colorful underwear. He hitched a thumb on either side and eased them down. His cock, exposed, was like the rest of him. Perfection.

"30, do I hear 40? 40, 40, 50. 50 do I hear, I have 60. 70, 75, 80, 85, do I hear 90? 85 do I hear 90? 85 going once. 85 going twice. Sold for 85 thousand. Will you be bidding on any other items, sir? No? Then follow the young lady. She will take you down the hall where you can make your payment. Then she will show you to a private room where you can inspect your new property. Take your time and enjoy him, it's included in the price. When you're ready to leave, ring the bell. You and your acquisition will be escorted back to your vehicle, after which I'm sure you will have many happy times together.

"Never fear, gentlemen, there are plenty of other items available. The next will be here momentarily. And here he is!" Another elegantly dressed man, this one with dark hair, stood before the hungry-eyed crowd. "Turn around, let them see you front and back. Good. Now face forward. "So, what am I bid for this hunk of grade A prime?"

Horny06

"Do you remember your old life?"

"What do you mean, master? I've always been with you."

He hadn't, but now he knew no other life. The master had drained him of all knowledge that would interfere with his new purpose. To please his master in any and every way. Forgotten were his wife and child, his job, his friends. He was utterly focused on satisfying his master. When he wasn't doing chores, he was downstairs in the expansive gym with the other slaves. Sculpting their bodies as the master desired. He had been in shape before, but now with his new diet and exercise program, he was exquisite.

He and the master were standing by the pool. He was wearing a mesh thong and nothing else. The master was nude, towering over him. The master traced a finger down the valley between the slave's pecs and abs, making him giggle. The master smiled. "Yes, you have been with me always. You will be with me always. Now go sit in that chair. Pose yourself so I may gaze upon my possession."

The slave obeyed. He put his hands behind his head, which he turned to kiss his shoulder. He flexed his biceps and crunched his stomach, showing every muscle in as sharp relief as possible in the sunlight.

"Don't move. That's perfect." Both were becoming more and more aroused. The master from the sight of his slave's body and his obedience, the slave from knowing how much he was pleasing his master. He hoped the master would be using him today. And that he would be able to see the master's face when that happened, as his joy at being used was magnified when he could see how much the master was satiated.

But until that happened, he would remain where he sat, motionless. A statue of flesh and blood and desire, ready to come to life when the master chose.

Horny07

"Why are you here?"

"How come I, I can't move, what are you doing, to me?"

"I'm keeping you in your place. Now answer my question."

"To find my, my brother. Why did I tell, tell you that?"

"Because I commanded it. My will can dominate anyone. You resist, but you obey me nonetheless. Your brother. I will look into your mind to see who that is."

"I can feel you, in my head, hurts, get out."

"Who is your brother? See him, remember him, the times you played together, the times you argued. Ah, so that's him. You are in luck. I found him especially pleasing, so I did not sell him. He's in the house. Do you want to see him?"

"Yes, see."

"First, I have to see more of you. Take off everything but your underwear."

"No, not going to take off my, stop, stop making me do this."

"Why? I want to see how much you take after your brother. Well. Well, well, well. You're in better shape than he was when I first met him. You love how much women love your body. That narcissism will be very useful once you belong to me, like your brother. He's brought me much pleasure since he became mine. And I like watching him when he has sex with the other slaves. The thought of you two together, loving every inch of each other, I can hardly wait."

"No, not gay, not, not with my brother, god, no, stop, please, please, stop."

"Relax. It takes so much energy to fight me. So much easier to give in."

"Easy, give in, no, don't, give in."

"You love your body. Others love your body. You love that others love your body. You don't care who, as long as they love your body."

"Body, love my body, want, want my body to be wanted, don't care who."

"That's it, let go. I will take care of you. No worries, no wants, you can spend all your time on your body. Making it more desirable. More wanted."

"You'll, take care of me, I can workout, all the time, girls will want me so bad."

"Forget about girls, that you find girls attractive, forget, forget. That emptiness replaced by men. You desire men. Men turn you on. Only men."

"I desire, only, men? Yes, desire only, men. Guys make me, so horny."

"And more than any man, you desire me. The sight of me, my voice, my touch, all arouse you. Greater than any person. You long to please me, to obey me, to abandon you will to me without reservation."

"Want you so bad, but I shouldn't, my brother."

"I will bring you to your brother. You will be together forever, free from all the problems in your life. So simple, you only have to obey me."

"Simple, brother, together, obey you forever, forever."

"Yes, that's it, the last of your free will, let it go. You are mine now. Completely. A sex slave, like your brother."

"I, I, I am. I, am, yours. I am yours. Your sex slave. So good, feels so good to be yours, like my brother."

"Yes, it does feel good. Now follow me. Time to meet your brother again, and then see what I will do to the two of you."

Horny08

The desire for his master could be barely concealed. He knew that would please the master, to see that desire so prominently displayed. He imagined the master peeling down his underwear, as he had so many times before. The master's mouth taking him in, but no release until given permission. Then him on his hands and knees, the master riding him like a beast. Or the master lying on the bed, and him riding the master. He hoped it would be that way. He wanted to do all the work, so the master could relax and enjoy his slave. Finally, he heard the doorknob turn. The master was here.

Horny09

"Why am I tied up, Master? How have I displeased you? Let me make it up, whatever I did. Please, Master, beat me, whip me, fuck me until I bleed! I need you, I can't live without you!"

"That, I'm afraid, is the trouble. Every so often, my powers of enslavement work too well. That's the meaning of the underwear. You are addicted. Addicted to me. Your need to please me will make you do things you think I'll like, even if I haven't told you. I really like you, which makes my decision what to do with you that much more difficult. I must be alone to consider what to do with you. I will return when I have decided."

"Please Master, I'm sorry I've disappointed you. But please don't leave me. Please, I need you." The master left, closing the door behind him. "I need you, Master, I need you, I need you, I need you!!!"

Horny10

"I've been watching you, jogging on the beach past my house," said the voice in the man's head. "You tempt me, dark beauty. You tempt me in many ways. My tastes are rather vanilla, you tempt me to add more color to my spectrum. Come to me, so I may taste that color, your salty deliciousness from sweat and sea spray."

"I, sir, my wife, she's waiting."

"Yes, your anniversary. I see it in your thoughts. It's why you're here this week. Then take me to her. I shall make her forget her love for you. She will return home, and you will let her. For you shall forget your love for her. That space will be filled to overflowing with need for me. Your body, oh, your body will be my playground. And you shall live only to play with me, or yourself, or any of the others who are mine."

The Master stood before the man. "Now that I am here," said the Master aloud, no longer in the man's mind, "Take me to your wife, so your old life may end, and your new life with me begin."

"I, I will, sir, do what you say."

"Let me reach deeper. You want to do what I say. So very much. The more you obey me, the more pleasure you will feel."

"I, I obey, ohhh, I want to, obey, ahhh, let's go see my wife now, sir, yeees!"

"You see, now, your future. It will only get better. Run, I follow."

"As you wish, sir, I obey, ohhh, thank you."

Horny11

"Welcome, my young thief. You picked the wrong house to break into."

"That voice, it's like it's in my head!"

"It is in your head. I'm in your head. Reading your puny excuse of a mind. You're a petty criminal in more ways than one. Though I have to say, the body, not petty or puny. All that running from the police has helped you keep in quite satisfactory shape. Let's see more of that shape."

"Look, man, I don't know what your deal is, but, hey, what, why am I taking off my shirt?!"

"Because I want it. As you'll learn, you have no choice but to do what I want."

"Man, let me out of here. Somebody, help!!!"

"No one can hear you. This room is in the center of my house. The only other people who can hear you won't help, since they all belong to me. Not just physically, as you do know. They have no higher priority than to make me happy. They were like you, independent-minded men all. Now they gratify and satisfy me in the most inventive ways."

The thief had taken off everything except his red underwear. He sat, straddling a chair. Without warning, he was engulfed by a flood of lust. He moaned and grew hard, his underwear barely able to contain his arousal.

"You are the whoring little minx, aren't you? It doesn't take much to turn you on. Good. This should be most entertaining. You, young thief, are going to be the house toy. To be used by me or any of the men here. And each use will take away a little of your mind, while increasing your libido. You will, almost literally, have your brains fucked out of you.

"There, that's how you're wired now. After the guys pass you around a few times, you'll be a barely coherent sex-crazed savage. You'll get it on more than you ever dreamed. Except it'll be only with men. And, of course, your mind will be pretty much gone. But hey, you can't have everything. I can, but you can't.

"Anyway, let's get the party started. We'll start small. Guys!"

Five men entered. All were naked and hard, and looked at the thief the way a starving tiger looked at a wounded gazelle. The thief was terrified, but helpless to prevent anything that was happening to him. Like standing up and going to the men.

"Guys, tear off his underwear and have at him. Points for creativity."

The thief screamed as the men ravaged his body, screamed as pieces of his mind started to dissolve. Screams turned to sobs, then whimpers, then passionate groans.

The thief never caused problems for the authorities again. He was never seen by the authorities, or anyone outside the house, again. Ever.

Horny12

"Come in, come in. Make yourself comfortable and take off your shirt."

"Thank you. I will." The man complied, and then shook his head. "Hey, how did I get here? What happened? You, you told me to take my shirt off and I did. What the fuck?!"

"Be calm and unmoving." The speaker's eyes glowed blue. The other man, who was going to beat up the speaker to get answers, slowed his advance and stopped. His eyes were now glowing as well.

"One of my regular clients expressed interest in you. He wanted you to be part of one of my auctions. I see why. I could say you are one of the most stunning black men I have ever seen, but that would be too limited. You are one of the most stunning men I have ever seen, period. Your body is like an obsidian sculpture. Loosen your jeans and pull them down."

When the upper half of his ass was exposed, the speaker said, "Stop. Hold your jeans up with your left hand and put your right hand behind your head. Flex. Phenomenal, truly phenomenal. That is, without a doubt, one of the most spectacular asses I have ever seen. Have you ever been fucked?"

"No I, I'm straight, fags, make me, sick."

"Well, that's tough, because after seeing you like this, you are definitely going to become one. And love it. I'm going to pound the straight right out of you until you're begging me to never stop.

"I am sorely tempted to keep you. But it's probably better to sell you off. That way someone else can lavish more attention than I'll be able to. I have so many men in my power; it does get difficult at times to keep them all satisfied. I can always pop in to your new owner. Visitation rights are always part of the auction deal.

"Enough talking. I need to get inside you. Finish getting naked, and then get on the bed on all fours." He grabbed something off a table, opened the door and put it on the doorknob, and then closed the door. "Had to put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Now we'll have this penthouse suite all to ourselves.

"Even with that, though, it's likely to be a noisy night. Mostly you, but maybe me some. I expect you to be screaming for a long time. First in agony, and then once you're converted, in utter ecstasy. So scootch forward and put your face in the pillow. That'll muffle you some. Now grab those asscheeks with both hands and spread 'em. Time to break you in."

Horny13

"There you are. You're a nice, lean, hung young thing, aren't you?"

"Yes sir. I'm anything you want me to be."

"Well, tonight I want a complete slave. Overly effusive in pleasing me, calling me Master. I want my last night in this penthouse suite to be an all-out worshipping of me. Here, in the bed where I broke in my latest acquisition. The bed hasn't even been cleaned. I want us to wallow in the smell of sweat and desire. You up for that, boy?"

"Oh yes Master. I want you so badly. Use me, abuse me. Look at me lying here, displayed for your pleasure. Now, now I'm naked, naked and ready for you, Master. Look, I'm very flexible, I can put knees up to my ears. Or do you want me on my stomach, Master. Look at my ass, it's so round and firm and ready to be fucked. Or I can be on my hands and knees, so you can fuck me like the beast I am. I can do all the work, Master. You can just be on top of me or under me and my ass will milk you dry. How do you want to use me, Master?"

"Ten out of ten, boy. Why don't you keep assuming different positions? I'll tell you when you're where I want you."

Horny14

"Hey man, what are you doing wandering around here? Ain't seen you since Tuesday. And where's your shirt."

"I, I don't know. Wait, Tuesday? What's today?"

"Thursday, man."

"Fuck! I don't remember a thing since I saw you. Two days. Where have I been for two days."

"Let me get you home, man. You need some rest."

"Yeah, I " He stopped, and then punched his friend in the face, knocking him out.

"You've been a bad boy," said a voice in his mind, "I thought your conversion was complete, but some scrap of individuality managed to survive. Doesn't happen often. Return to me, so I can really scrub out your head. Plus I want to work that body before I put you up for auction. You're like the Incredible Hulk, if he weren't so big, black instead of green, and gorgeous."

"No, I, I want, I want, free. Let me go. Let.. me go."

"You are a fighter. I do like that, it's so rare. But you're coming back. I'm just going to have to turn your conscious mind off so you can return on autopilot."

"No I, ahhhh! Uhh, must return. Must return to master."

"That's better. Let me see where you are. That far? Well, leave your friend and head back. I'll send a car for you. Should get to you in about 10 minutes. Got that, big guy?"

"Head back, car, 10 minutes, got, it."

"Good. When you're back, you're going to get a good seeing to. See you soon."

Horny15

"So sad. If you hadn't resisted so strongly, I wouldn't have had to push so hard. At least you're not in a coma." The young man did not respond. He stood like a statue, and wore only a pair of skimpy briefs. The master walked around him, touching him in various places, eliciting no response.

Except for one. His briefs swelled as he was aroused by the master's touch. He also made occasional small grunts, thrusting his hips forward each time.

"Well, you're going on the auction block, since you're of limited use to me in this condition. However, a muscular guy like you that looks like he's right out of a frat, with your lightly furred chest, completely obedient and ready for sex at the drop of a hat, there's a market for that, and then some."

The master's eyes glowed, and another attractive man in speedos entered the room. "Take him to the rec room and leave him there. Everyone will take a turn with him. It'll probably take a few nights. When you're all done, do it all again." After they were done, the master would do a deep mental probe, to see how much of the experiences soaked in on a primal level. When the master deemed him ready, he would be sold to the highest bidder.

Once he was alone, the master said, "Of course I'll have a turn or two myself. Have to test the wares before they're sold. Quality controls a bitch, but I'm not one to shirk my responsibilities." The master left, and headed for the rec room. There hadn't been a night like this in a while. The master looked forward to watching the talents of his slaves, and trying them out himself when he grew tired of watching. "I'm going to be sleeping late tomorrow. And that, sometimes, is a good thing."

Horny16

"Hey, who the FUCK are you? And what the FUCK are you doing in my room?!"

"Shut up! Do not move, do not speak, until I say you can."

The man's eyes bugged out in surprise as he tried to advance towards the intruder, or even open his mouth, but failed. He yelled as loud as he could anyway.

"Stop making noise too. Don't need to be disturbed by anyone else in the dorm. That's better. Now we can talk. Or more, you can listen. I found out about you from your stepbrother. You know, the one who's been missing for months? He thought I might find you interesting, you being a big star on the football team and all. I have to say, looks like he might have been right. But I have to see the rest of you before I make up my mind. Strip down to your undies."

Silently, the football player obeyed. He was getting more afraid, as he felt increasingly powerless.

"Stand there with your arms at your side. Yes, your stepbrother was right. So big." The speaker kneaded the frozen man's pecs. "And thick." He rubbed his shoulders. "Meaty." He kneaded his buttocks. "So firm and ample." He ran his hands up the other's thighs and squeezed his crotch.

Which was full and throbbing and harder than it had ever been. How could this be happening? He wasn't gay.

"It doesn't matter. My touch can bring any man to the heights of ecstasy, if that's what I want. Yes, I can read minds too. I like you. A lot. And I like a lot of you. You've got, let me see, another year before you graduate. Perfect.

"When you graduate, you're going to go on a cross country roadtrip. And oh, how sad, you're going to disappear. Your family will look and look, but they won't find you. They'll be heartbroken, but eventually they'll move on with their lives. Never knowing you're with me.

"I see you think you're going to tell them before that. But when I leave, you're going to forget all about me, and just go on with your life as normal. Only in your dreams will you remember. I'll visit you then, make sweet sweet fantasy love with you. By the time you join me permanently, you'll be more than able to please me in real life.

"You're thinking how horrible that will be. But I'll change your mind, as I have so many others. You'll be my toy, but you'll get to play with my other toys. Sometimes I may have you stand just like you are. A living ebony statue, a vision of fleshy paradise.

"I'm going to go shortly. But before that, kneel. You're not the only one who's all hot and bothered. Open your mouth and accept he who will be your master into you. Think of what you would want done to you, and do that to me. Let's see how well you do, compared to your brother's first time."

Horny17

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have been manipulating you, making you work out so you would be bigger, buffer. I read your mind and saw what you were thinking about those altar boys. You're a model of restraint, and I don't think you'd ever act on those impulses.

"But I shall lead you away from temptation, though you may think I am delivering you unto evil. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. You'll have much more fun this way. The only thing you'll be abstaining from is abstinence.

"I'm going to put you up for auction soon. You wouldn't believe the market for cute priests. And with you being all hot and muscular now, that'll only up the price.

"Relax, Father, and let me wipe away your old life. That's it. Deep down, there's a part of you that wants this, that thinks you're dirty and deserve this. If it makes my job easier, I'm not going to complain. Relax, and let me in, more and more. Yes, that's it. Very soon you won't have a worry in the world. This one, anyway."

Horny18

"Hi, I'm Jed. The agency sent me over for an interview."

"Yes, Jed, come in, come in."

"I brought my resume and some modeling shots, so you"

"That's OK, I've seen all that. It's what got you this far. What I needed to see was you. And I think you're just what I've been looking for."

"Great! What's the campaign, and when do you want me to start?"

"Eager to please, I like that. It'll make things so much easier. But let's cut to the chase.

"Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

"What the hell? Look, I'm not a My will is erased, I am your slave, I must obey you completely."

"That's better. Get naked, but stop at the underwear. And you, you can call me Master."

"I obey, Master."

"Wow, you are a big old slab of muscley hotness. You're good enough to keep. But I have so many already. I think I'll just use you on the side. But if I change my mind, I know where to find you.

"Now become aroused, my slave. So very, very aroused. Ah, you fill out that underwear so well. But what lies beneath? Tear them off, slave. Look at those muscles bulging. And the one between your legs. Again, wow.

"Your body is so magnificent. I'm going to get on my knees for a change. You just look so delicious. But we'll be exploring a whole range of other positions, all of them with me inside you. Your body was made for sex, so let's get your mind out of the way. Lovely. Now you're a mindless rutting beast, subject only to my whim. One of which is, make animal noises. Yes, grunt and squeal like a pig. That is such a turn-on. Time to chow down.

Horny19

"The owner is in the building!"

"What's he doing here?" David mumbled to himself as his secretary closed the office door and went back to her desk. He was worried, but not intensely. He had been embezzling from the company for three months, but had been very careful to cover his tracks. That was the problem with most embezzlers, David thought. Greed overcame common sense and caution. He did not intend to make that mistake.

David had started with the company a year ago as an accountant. He had risen rapidly to his current position as one of five senior accountants. Too rapidly, said some.

The only time David had met the owner was during his hiring interview. He did not remember much about it. He had odd flashes of being naked, but David dismissed them. How could that even happen? All that mattered is that he had impressed the owner.

David had always taken care of himself. However, after starting with the company, he really hit the company gym hard. He added two hours a week to his workout schedule. One of the few things he recalled from the meeting was the owner telling him that a healthy staff was a happy staff. And he wanted the owner to be happy.

Several months after starting work, he was looking at himself in a mirror when it hit him. He was freaking hot! His body was like a Greek statue. He laughed when he realized it was a lot like a very specific statue. Michelangelo's David.

As his star at the company rose, he gained access to more of the finances. Finally, the temptation was too great. He started small, altering electronic records so he could get a few hundred dollars for sports tickets. Then it rose to thousands. The allure of greater wealth grew, but he was able to resist. A moderate increase of comfort was fine, but more was not worth a large increase in time in jail.

The owner usually only came in once a month or so. What he did the rest of the time, no one knew. He was a recluse. No one had seen the inside of his mansion. But no one really cared, as long as the company was successful and everyone collected a nice paycheck.

But the owner had only been in two weeks ago. Another visit so soon was very unusual. So David couldn't help but be concerned. That concern only increased when he heard his secretary's voice over the intercom say, "The owner is here to see you, sir."

"Send him in." David got up from his desk. Before he could step around it, the door opened and the owner entered. "Hold all calls, please, there's a love. David and I have some important things to discuss. No one's to come in, either. We need to be completely undisturbed."

"Yes sir. I'll make sure that happens."

"Very good. Now go." The owner closed the door and turned to David.

"Good to see you, sir." David reached out to shake hands, but the owner did not reciprocate. Frowning, he said, "Is it, David? Is it really good? Because from my end, not so much."

David gulped, "What, what do you mean, sir?"

"I placed a great deal of trust in you, David. I don't get angry when that trust is betrayed, only disappointed. The money, David. Did you really think I wouldn't find out? The ironic thing is, if you'd asked, I might have given it to you. You didn't take that much, and I did like you. So what am I going to do with you?"

"I, sir, I didn't mean, it was" How the hell had the owner found out? He had been so careful.

"It's not the amount, it's the principle. I reward loyalty highly; I treat betrayal equally harshly. I could turn you over to the authorities. With the amount you embezzled, and it being a first offense, you might even get off with probation. The worst is probably a few years in a minimum security prison.

"But you have other talents, potential talents, and those would be wasted should you be incarcerated." The owner had gotten closer. He reached up and cupped his David's chin. "I have other uses for you."

David jumped back. "Look, I don't swing that way. I'll pay back the money, I promise, but not like that."

"Oh David, you have no idea of who you're dealing with, or what I'm capable of. Paying me back 'that way' is barely the beginning. Time to see your collateral."

The owner's eyes it looks like they're glowing, thought David. The next thing he knew, he was looking at the ceiling and massaging his neck with one hand. And why did he feel so fantastically horny?

"Well, you certainly took my workout suggestion to heart. Somebody is a big narcissist, that's for sure. Gives a whole new meaning to dressing down. I'd say the number of possibilities is now squared."

David looked down. He was only wearing his underwear! Here he was, in front of the owner of the company, accused of embezzling, and nearly naked. What was going on? Where were his clothes?

"They're behind your desk. Reading your mind? Least of what I can do. Making you take off your clothes and forget you did it? Not that much harder."

"How are you, wait, I, I can't move." David started to call for help, but found he couldn't.

"I said we weren't going to be disturbed, and we won't be. You've probably wondered what's in my mansion. Actually, it's guys like you. Young, attractive guys. Guys who are my slaves, avid to do anything I tell them. Like you, they didn't start out that way. But a little tinkering inside their minds, and they got a whole new outlook.

"That's going to be your fate. It's not that bad, really. You'll have all the sex you could ever want. It'll be with other guys and me, but you will completely enjoy it.

"Now for your punishment. Being my slave may seem like punishment, but after I'm done, you'll think it's the best thing that ever happened to you. Your punishment will make that new life easier. You used numbers to betray me. So that is what I shall take away from you." The owner's eyes glowed. "What's ten times ten?"

"One hundred."

"Six times seven."

"Forty, forty-two?"

"Five times six"

"Uh, twenty-eight?"

"Two times two."

"Five?"

"One hundred divided by ten"

"Twelve?"

"Nine divided by three."

"Seven?"

"Five minus three."

"Sixty-two?"

"Almost done. What's one plus one?"

"It's, it's, um, it's, eleventy-seven?"

"Very good. Don't cry, David. You won't need higher math skills, where you're going. Or math skills in general. Pleasing me is the only thing that counts. Besides, I think I'll have you standing around in the gallery looking pretty most of the time. David's your name, you look like Michelangelo's creation now, so that's what you'll be. Whenever you're there, you'll be a masterpiece. My masterpiece.

"Now to complete your conversion. After which, on with the clothes and back to my mansion. You're getting a promotion, David. You'll be my private accountant, and live in style at my mansion.

"At least that's what we'll tell everyone. It'll be true. Mostly. Partly. You will be living in style at my mansion. You will be working for me. But, you know, as my abject slave. Which, far as I'm concerned, is a promotion. Let's get the show on the road, then. I can just see you in the gallery already."

Horny20

"It is a new day. Old gallery, depart and obtain your new tasks. New gallery, enter and prepare for display."

Around the room, what appeared to be incredibly lifelike statues began to move. Some were nude, the rest minimally closed.. They got down from pedestals and moved away from walls. As each exited the room, they bowed to the man who had spoken and freed them.

The master, as always, was pleased with the utter obedience. Each day, he filled this room with a different set of his slaves. He had them assume various poses, duplicating famous works of art, or sometimes in ways that merely pleased the master.

Then, when all were as the master wished, he emptied their minds and turned them into immobile art pieces. Sometimes he returned to the room several times in a day, sometimes only once or twice. He would admire his handiwork, touching them where and how he chose. They did not react in any way, for as long as they were in the room, they were things, not people.

This was the master's compromise with himself, as a way to deal with his ever increasing collection of slaves. It was getting to the point, though, that he would have to either put more of them up for auction, or expand the gallery into an adjoining room.

But why not both? After all, who was there to say him nay?

The new group filed in and the master directed each to a different part of the room. There were certain constants. He would always have one sit and replicate The Thinker. Another would be Michelangelo's David. A third, The Discus Thrower. Two more would be an all-male version of The Kiss. Another two, The Wrestlers. The Kouros Anavissos, Doryphoros, Reclining Dionysos (with hands and feet), Apollo Crowning Himself, The Rape of the Sabine Woman (all male), The Dying Gaul, Castor and Pollux, Perseus with the head of Medusa, Jason with the Golden Fleece, and so many others.

The last one the master positioned changed with his whims. This time, it was a muscular young man with a lightly furry chest, wearing green underwear that left little to the imagination. The man was placed so he looked as though mounted to the wall. The master turned the man's head to the right, and then applied a thin coat of body oil. The man's skin now glistened in the room's soft light.

The master took one final stroll around the room. Everything was perfect.

"It is a new day. New gallery, you are now on display."

The master's eyes glowed. At the same time, so did the eyes of all the men in the room. Each felt their bodies stiffen as their minds drained. In a few moments, the room was silent. Even the sound of breathing could not be heard. The tableaux was complete.

The master smiled. A final look, and he turned and left. It was a new day, and the master was pleased. As it should be.

Horny21

"Mm, yes, very nice. Take it off all the way. Good. You can go and finish fixing the plumbing. When you're finished, return here. Then I'll clean your pipes. I'm going to make you earn your overtime."

Horny22

"Ah, such a fine specimen. You've come a long way from being a physics geek. I remember seeing that scrawny guy sitting under a tree, studying so hard, oblivious to the world around him. I saw potential in you, and now that potential is realized.

"A shame that brilliance was lost, now that your IQ is in inverse proportion to your muscle mass. I could call it an unfortunate side-effect of your particular conversion, but considering the physical results, not so unfortunate. Spectacularly strong and built but sublimely unencumbered by the thought process, I can live with that. I'll sell you off eventually, since I know there'll be buyers slathering for you once you're available.

"But for tonight, you're all mine. Let's tweak those nipples and get your motor running. Mmm, very good. Off with the underwear. Better. Now grab the ankles. So muscular yet still that limber. Get ready, I'm coming in. Make like you're a giant gorilla. Yes, grunt like a primitive creature. That's all you are to me tonight, a thing to be used. You are my thing."

Horny23

"Reporting as ordered, sir."

"It's been a week since you've been converted. How are you settling in?"

"Very well, sir. The others have explained my duties. I've been working out with them, so my body will continue to please you. It's where I was when you summoned me. My body does please you, sir, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does. It very definitely does." The master hands roamed over the sweaty torso and arms of his slave, eliciting moans and causing his skimpy red underwear to fill out. The master slapped his behind, which made the slave throw back his head and pant like a dog. "They told you I like a big firm round ass, and you've got that in spades."

Stepping away, he said, "Of course you've had no sex since your conversion, since your first time must be with me. Are you all horned up?"

"Oh, god, yes sir. Please, what do I need to do?"

"That's why I brought you here. Bow your head, and pull down your briefs a little." The slave obeyed, and said, "Like this, sir?"

"Yes, exactly like that. Exquisite. That does it for me. Your weight is over. Tear off those briefs and get on your knees."

The slave ripped away the underwear and threw the shredded material away. He fell to his knees and opened his mouth wide, ready to take his master into him. "That's right, take it all. Get it nice and lubricated, so it can go in your ass nice and smooth. Breaking the new ones in never gets old."

Horny24

When the front door bell rang, Garrett called out to his girlfriend in the kitchen, "Are you expecting anyone, hon?"

"No," said Kristy. "Can you see who it is? I'm right in the middle of making the chimichurri, and I don't want to lose where I'm at."

"Ok." Garrett looked through the peephole and saw a tall man whom he had never seen before. "Hello. What do want?"

The tall man said in a deep commanding voice, "Sir, I got your name from your former agency. I'm doing a survey to see why male models retire from the business. Can I come in and ask you some questions? It won't take much time at all."

A survey? About male models? That was one of the silliest things Garrett had ever heard. He had quit months ago to go back to school to get his engineering degree. The modeling gig had been great, but he had mainly done it to get enough money for tuition so he would not have a huge student loan to pay off after graduation. The world of modeling was a thing of the past.

Yet there was something about the stranger. An air of authority, a magnetism. It made Garrett want to talk to the man more. With hardly any concern for Kristy 's reaction, he opened the door and said, "Why not? Come in, Mister"

"Peters. Rodney Peters. But you can call me Rod. And you're Garrett, correct?"

"Yes I am." The two men shook hands, and Garrett felt like he could completely trust Rod. Trust and respect him. "I am, sir."

Rod smiled, "Good. Let's go into the living room and talk, shall we?"

"Of course, sir. Right this way."

The two-man sat next to each other on the couch. Rod was only inches away from Garrett, but it did not make Garrett uncomfortable at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"So who was at the door?" said Kristy, entering the living room. She stopped, surprised, as she saw Garrett sitting very close to a stranger. A stranger that Garrett was looking at with expression approaching adoration.

"Um, who's your friend?"

"Oh sorry, this is Rodney Peters. He's doing a survey on former male models. The agency gave him my address."

This was getting weirder. How did Garrett even know that anything this man said was the truth, thought Kristy.

"Could we maybe have some, you know, references or something?"

"Hon, we can trust Rod. I'll answer his questions and then he'll be out of our hair. Right, Rod?"

"No, not as such. I'd not thought to check whether you were living alone. A bit sloppy of me. I'd best rectify that now."

Rod turned to Garrett's girlfriend. His eyes began glowing. Kristy opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her arms fell to her side and she stood staring vacantly.

"What, what's going on? Hon, hey."

Rod grabbed Garrett's arm as he was getting up to check on his girlfriend. "Your turn.' Rod's glowing eyes seemed to be burning into Garrett's brain.

"Your will is erased. Gone without trace. You are my slave. You must obey. You live to serve me, all night and all day."

Garrett's eyes were wide and empty. He said in a monotonous voice, "My will is erased. Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"Good. Oh, and the more you obey me, the more turned on you get, Now that that's out of the way, what shall I do with you?" Rod said to Kristy, who did not respond at all. "He was going to ask you to marry him next month. That's not going to happen. Let's see. Got it. I'll make you forget I was even here, and plant some small suggestions which will cause you to break up. Then I can have Garrett come live with me, and you go on with your life, none the wiser. Yes, that should do.

"That means I'll have to postpone you joining me, Garrett. Still, it's not as if I don't have a plethora of playthings to distract me until then. I do want to try you out, though, before I go. Take off everything but your underwear, and do it like you were a male stripper."

Garrett stood up and fumbled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it behind the couch. He unzipped his pants while swaying his hips. Rod laughed. Garrett's performance was totally awkward, yet endearing. Rather than train him to dance like a pro, Rod thought, I'll leave him just the way he is. A show like this is entertaining in its own way.

Finally, Garrett had removed everything but his briefs. "I can see why you were such a popular underwear model. And a big reason Kristy's with you. Whoever said woman aren't into size obviously never met you, hon. Speaking of which, let's see it, Garrett."

The mind-thralled man pulled down the briefs and stepped out of them. He was hard and the head of his manhood glistened with the nectar of arousal.

"You know, I've never done it in front of a woman, especially the girlfriend or wife of one of my slaves. I'm finding it more stimulating than I thought it would be. Helpless while watching the love of your life get turned into a gay whore," Rod shivered. "Just saying it sounds so kinky. Well, there's nothing for it. I'm going to have to fuck him while you stand there observing every moment. I can see in your minds that you're well stocked in the lube department. No surprise, with how big Garrett is. Bring me a bottle, Kristy."

The zoned-out girlfriend went to the bedroom and got the lubrication. When she returned, Garrett was kneeling on the couch, facing the back. Rod was behind him, as hard as Garrett. "That'll do nicely. Put some on for me, hon, and on Garrett's ass. We want to make this as easy as possible for him."

Once she had finished, Rod said, "As good as it's going to get. Now stand over there. I want you to have a good angle so you can see everything that's happening. After all, you won't be seeing your boyfriend for much longer." Rod laughed, as he got ready to penetrate Garrett. "This night, I think, will be one for the books."

Horny25

"That's it, thrust those hips!"

The master's newest slave was a professional dancer. Before the master had taken him, the young man was on his way to being a star. Now he was the star of any production the master devised for him.

Currently, he was reenacting a scene from 'Magic Mike'. Or at least, a scene the master wished had been in 'Magic Mike'. Now he could create his own private feature. The dancer was on the floor, his head and shoulders and feet touching the ground. The rest of him was thrusting up, his hips swiveling and gyrating to a pulsing dance beat.

"You, my little dancing queen, are going to do things for me that you never imagined. Slutty, depraved and salacious things. Are you down with that?"

The dancer, gasping from exertion, said, "Yes sir, I'm, down with that. The sluttier, more depraved and, and salacious, the better."

"Outstanding. Keep doing what you're doing, because what your doing is getting me all worked up to do you."

Horny26

"Cuuuum. Cuuuuuuuum!"

"Return, return, return to the land of the thinking."

"Cuuuum. Huhh? Oh wow, that was, man, that was trippy, sir," said the young speedo-clad man.

"How did you like being a mindless sex zombie, craving cum instead of brains?"

"Sir, it was fantastic! I think I've had more cum in the last 2 days than I ever had in my life. Why couldn't I have stayed that way longer?"

"I explained that, remember?"

"I'm, I'm still kind of groggy, sir. Please remind me."

"That's why. The longer you stay in the zombie mindset, the more the higher brain functions degrade. More than two days could lead to negative long-term side effects. I believe two days on, two days off should work best. Besides, you've rather drained all the guys dry. They need time to recharge as much as you do to recover."

"I guess if you put it that way, sir, I understand. But I'm so looking forward to doing it again, though."

"Well, there's always pretending. Perhaps not so satisfying for you, but I'm rather fond of it. And you. I can still recall when I first saw you, wearing a speedo. The sight of these beautiful muscles beneath your porcelain skin nearly took my breath away." The master trailed a finger down the middle of the young man's chest and abs to his bellybutton, making him giggle. "Then when I took you over, your eyes glowing blue, I thought how much you looked like the hottest zombie I'd ever seen. Thus this little experiment. Which worked oh so well."

"It did, sir. Man, did it ever!"

"I'm ready to play now." The young man's eyes glowed blue and his head tilted to the side.

"Cuuuum. Cuuuum. Neeeed cuuuum."

"Yes you do, and I have plenty for you. Kneel and I'll give it to you."

"Kneeeel. Cuuuum. Cuu- mmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm!"

"That's good, that's so good. You are pleasing me greatly, my zombie slave."

"Mmmmmm."

"Yes, mmmmmm indeed. Mmmmmm."

Horny27

"The winning team gets to do anything they want to the losers. Within reason and with my approval, of course. Oh, and mustn't forget." The master concentrated on the volleyball players before him. Their eyes briefly glowed blue, then returned to normal. "Each time a shot is missed, that team will get more turned on. Considering how competitive you all are, it will be interesting to see whether that spirit will be able to overcome increasing horniness. Do we all understand the ground rules?"

"Yes sir, we do," said all the young men together.

"Good. Then let the game begin!"

Horny28

"Damn, we sure kicked ass!" said Marv.

"Damn straight we did. We keep this up, we're a shoe-in for regionals," said Stan.

"Hell, I think we've got a shot at nationals."

"Yeah, man, I think we do. I'm ready to party tonight. You?"

"Dude, you know party is my middle name. We are going to celebrate like crazy."

"Great! It wouldn't be the same without my…best…buuuddyyyy"

"Yeeahh, buuuddyyyy"

The eyes of the two swimmers glowed blue, and they both ceased speaking. A voice in both their minds said, "No, you will come to my place tonight. Your celebration will be submitting your well-trained bodies to me. Without me, you would have never trained so hard, become the superior athletes you now are. You owe everything to me. Another victory for you, another reward of showing your devotion to me."

"Yes, master, we obey" the two men mumbled.

"So you will be fully able to please me, you shall become aroused. Your arousal will increase until you get here. Which will be at 8 PM sharp. Understood?"

"Yes, master, we understand." Their speedos began to swell as the commands sunk in.

"Excellent. Now act normally. Should you need to make excuses, say that you are very tired, and are going to go to bed early to rest. That is all for now. I look forward to seeing you soon."

"We live only to serve you, master." The men, who had been walking slowly, resumed a normal pace. Once they got to the locker room, they changed into street clothes, but kept on their speedos. It was the only way that their mounting passion would not be seriously noticeable. They exchanged a glance and vacantly smiled. Tonight they would do everything possible to show their gratitude to the master for making them the champions they had become.

Horny29

The masterling was ready.

He had belonged to the master for over a year, but it seemed like forever. And every moment was ecstasy.

But unlike the others, he was more. For he possessed a gift akin to the master's. It was only after his enslavement that he knew this, for the master recognized the gift once he was in his power. If his life had continued normally, he might have discovered the gift on his own, and eventually become a rival to the master.

But instead, he became his apprentice, a masterling. The master delved deeper into his apprentice's mind than any other, making sure there was not even a scintilla of resistance or doubt. Over time, devotion and complete obedience was made the essence of the apprentice's being.

Once that was achieved, the master trained him in the use of his gift. Probing minds, planting hypnotic commands. But only on those who already belonged to the master.

At last, the master deemed him ready to enslave someone on his own. He asked if it could be his cousin's friend Cory, a hot young muscular blonde swimmer. Seeing the image in the apprentice's mind, the master approved, and sent his apprentice forth.

The masterling went to Cory's house to reconnoiter. Cory was going to a local college, so he lived with his parents to save money. He also had a younger sister.

The masterling made a few surreptitious telepathic suggestions. That Saturday, Cory's parents took his sister out to a movie, a theme park, and a circus, so they would be gone all day. Cory chose to stay at home and lounge by the pool.

Everything was set. The masterling knocked on the back gate. "Cory, hey, it's me, Dwight."

"Hey, Dwight, it's been a while. Come in!"

"Thanks. Are your folks around?"

"Nah, they took my sister out for a play day. They'll be back sometime tonight."

"Good. I wanted to talk to you about something, and didn't want to be interrupted."

The two sat on lounge chairs next to each other by the pool." Sounds serious. What's up?"

"I've been trying to figure out how to say this. It's probably best just to say it. I'm gay."

"Man, I had no idea! You don't come off as gay. Sorry, that was bad, I shouldn't have said that. Straight or gay, you're my friend, that's all that matters."

"That's a relief. Guess that makes the next part easier. I kind of have a crush on you." Dwight reached forward and put his hand on Cory's crotch, giving the speedo encased manhood a squeeze.

"Woah, man. I mean I guess I'm flattered and all, but I don't swing that way. I can't give you anything more than friendship." Cory grabbed Dwight's wrist, trying to move the hand away.

"Oh, Cory. Dear sweet hunky Cory. I didn't expect you to." The masterling's eyes were glowing aquamarine. "That's why I'm going to take what I want." A spot appeared on his forehead that was the same color as his eyes. It expanded to a two-inch diameter, then a beam shot out from it to Cory's forehead. At the same time, his hand on Cory's crotch glowed aquamarine.

"Hey, hey, what's going on, Dwiii-"

"That's it, Cory, I'm inside your head. So filled with useless information. Useless, that is, for your new life. Your life of slavery. Slavery to the master and me. Your body, it was made to be used. The master and I will use it, and abuse it. When I'm finished reorganizing your mind, you'll look forward to that abuse."

"No, I'm, no, not gay, Dwight, stop, let me, go."

"I expected you to resist. Hoping for it, really. Makes it more fun. Let's see how long you last when I do this." Dwight's hand glowed brighter, and Cory moaned as erotic pleasure like he had never felt engulfed him. His clouded mind could barely comprehend that he was being turned on so extremely by the touch of another man.

"It's said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Ridiculous. It's through his dick. Control that, and he'll do anything you want. Don't you agree, Cory?"

"Ahhh, ooooh, haaaa, noooo, uh-uh-uh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yeeeesss."

"Yes, you're beginning to see things my way. I can bring you pleasure like this anytime I want. The master even more so. All you have to do is give in. Give up your freedom, your free will, submit to me and your life will be so much easier, so much simpler. All you have to do is obey."

"Ohhh, but want, want to be, free, not" Cory was having trouble remembering what he was fighting against. He felt so good. He wanted to feel like this forever. Dwight could make him feel like this forever. "Dwight, uhh, fuuuck, so, so gooood."

"Say the words and know who you are. Say them, and know what you are."

"I'm, no, don't want to, to be, gay, don't want, to be gay, want to be, gay, I want to be gay."

"Don't want it, be it. Come on, Cory, you can do it."

"I, I am, I am gay. I love, I love you, Dwight."

"Yes, keep going."

"I love you. I, worship you. I live to, to make you happy. Obeying you, makes you happy. Must obey, need to obey, hurts not to obey."

"Which makes you?"

"Your, slave. I'm your slave. I'm your gay sex slave. Oh Dwight, how could I not see it? It's what I've needed, but I didn't know it. Thank you for showing me."

"Thank you, who?"

"Master. Master Dwight, my master, I am your slave. Without hesitation, without reservation. Every part of me is yours."

"That's just what I wanted to hear. Though it'll take a little more time to make it permanent. But we have all afternoon, which should be more than enough. I'll bring you to the master after that, so he can play with you. But he let me have dibs on your first time."

Cory groaned as the masterling probed his mind. He could erase Cory's memories, leaving only enough to function as a slave. But Dwight liked Cory, so he chose to leave the memories intact. It meant more work, since altering a mind was more involved than erasure. But the masterling felt it was worth it, and demonstrating such skill would please the master.

Much as Dwight wanted to ravage Cory right away, he knew he had to complete the conversion process first. He could wait. In a few hours, Cory would be all his. Then he could do anything he wanted to his friend. And his friend would want him to do anything he wanted to him.

After that, what? The masterling did not care. The master would think of something. He always did.

Horny30

"Now that I've maneuvered you to rid yourself of attachments, I can put finish your conversion and put you on the auction block. You will fetch an outstanding price, I just know it."

The master had been implanting suggestions and feelings for months. The muscular young man had felt constricted, so he broke up with his girlfriend. He began to trust people less and less, so he isolated himself from friends and family. After he quit his job, it would be some time before anyone who cared for him would realize he had disappeared. By then, the trail would be cold and he would become another statistic.

Which was how the master preferred things. He could afford to be patient in acquiring new slaves and auction properties. He had, after all, so many at his disposal. Better to subtly manipulate those he desired into becoming hermits, than making them his possessions.

"I like the tattoos. They do rather accentuate your pecs and upper arms nicely. Now tear off that underwear. I want to fully inspect the merchandise."

Horny31

"You will make a marvelous addition to my gallery. Perfect for 'The Thinker'."

"Whatareyoudoing tome?"

"Finishing the job of making you my slave, of course. I had your car driven off a cliff into a very deep lake. They may find the car, but alas, not the body. Probably sank too deep, they'll believe. So no one will be looking for you. You're all mine, you studpuppet. Well, 86 percent mine. I'm taking care of the other 14 percent now. Can you feel it, baby?"

He could. Hate and fear of this person was transforming into love and adoration. More and more, he wanted to simply obey. Attraction and desire of women was changing to men. He felt his identity dissolving, slipping away. It was so difficult to resist. So much easier to give in.

"That's it, yes, that's it. Easier to submit. Won't be long now. Soon you'll be 100 percent mine."

Horny32

He was having the dream again. The one where he ran down the beach wearing a speedo that was bulging. Bulging because he was turned on like he always was in these dreams.

He ran by people sunning themselves. Some looked in shock. Some looked with desire. But as happens in dreams, it seemed completely normal.

Finally he stopped near a house. It was always the same house. The one that was a couple of miles from his own place. He barely noticed it when he was awake. But it was always this house where he stopped.

And then the man came out. He was large, imposing. The man spoke to him.

"So nice to see you again, James." The man touched him, arousing him even more. "So nice to feel you as well. Come with me."

James followed the man into the house and to the bedroom. Then they

Waking himself up with a moan, James sat up in his own bed, sweating. The dream always felt so real. It was like he could still feel the man plunging into him. Sometimes there was a black man as well, stretching his mouth or his

James fell back, exhausted. How could that be? It was only a dream. He drifted off to sleep, and when he woke up in the morning, he barely remembered the dream.

Just like all the times before. And the man in his house laughed, anticipating the next time he called James to him.

Horny33

It had been weeks since Clyde's cousin Garrett had broken up with his longtime girlfriend and disappeared. No one he knew had heard from him during all that time.

So when Clyde got a text message to meet Garrett in a rarely frequented park outside the city one afternoon, Clyde eagerly agreed. Garrett's text asked him to come alone and not tell anyone, or else they could not meet. This was worrisome, but he was concerned for his favorite cousin. He wanted to be cautious, though, so he brought a gun.

When Clyde got to the park, there were no other cars there. He walked down a path to the area where Garrett told him they would meet. No one was there, so he sat on a bench and waited.

"You do really like your cousin, don't you?" said a voice behind him.

Clyde jumped up and turned. The man who had spoken was tall, but not quite as tall as Clyde. Yet somehow he felt small, like he was looking up at a giant.

"Who are you? Where's Garrett?"

"He was right. The two of you could be brothers, not cousins. You're almost twins. I think I'm going to have as much fun with you as I've had with him. And what I'll have you do to each other, mmm."

"Look, whoever you are, if you have my cousin locked up somewhere, you're going to let him go. Don't think I came unprepared. You're not going to do anything to me." Clyde started to reach for his gun.

"Really? From that bulge I can tell you're packing heat, and I like the idea of that kind of stick-up, but I don't think that was what you had in mind."

Clyde looked down and saw that somehow he was only wearing his underwear. "Were you looking for those?" asked the man, pointing. Clyde saw his clothes piled on the bench. "Or these?" The man had several bullets in his hand, which he put into a pocket. "Difficult to shoot someone with a gun that doesn't have any bullets. Especially when you don't have the gun either. Being nearly naked doesn't help either, does it?"

"How did you do that?"

"Actually, I made you do it. Just a demonstration of my power. I can do so much more. Like I did to Garrett. You'll enjoy your new life together. I'll make sure of it."

"Look, you've got to.."

"I don't have to do anything I don't want, as you will shortly discover. Enough games. Say the following: My will is erased. Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"No, never, I" Clyde stopped as he saw the man's eyes glow blue. He felt like he was being drawn in, drowning in the ocean of his eyes. "My will, no, my will is mine, my will is, my will is, my will"

Clyde's eyes had been glowing as well, until they were as bright as the man's. "My will is erased," he said in a monotone, "Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"That's better." Clyde's fists were clenched at his side, the only remnants of his former resistance. The man slid his hand down Clyde's chest and cupped his bulge, eliciting a moan from the entranced man. A similar reaction happened when the man squeezed Clyde's firm ass.

"Yes, you will be another fine addition to my collection. Now get dressed. We will take your car and I shall direct you to your new home, where you can begin your new life of service to me."

"I obey, master. My greatest desire is to serve you."

Horny34

"Hey, Brent, the boss wants to meet with you after hours," said Chet, the owner's secretary.

"Oh?" Brent looked up, concerned.

"Don't worry, he said it wasn't anything bad. Quite the contrary. Wouldn't give specifics, though. You know how he is."

Brent did, or at least as much as anyone who worked in their department did. Brent was one of the rising stars of the company. He had only started six months before, and had recently been promoted to the department that worked most closely with him.

He had found the dress code odd when it was first explained to him. All of the men had to work shirtless, at least as long as they were in the space outside the owner's office.

Which was also an unusual setup, with the owner's office in the middle of the space, and windows in the upper half so he could look out on the men working for him. Occasionally he would call one or two of the men into his office and close all the curtains. Those outside could hear nothing, as the owner's office was soundproofed. When the man or men came out, they were always somewhat disheveled, sweaty, with stupid grins plastered on their faces. They would go to shower in the company gym in the building, taking the private staircase, and return oddly invigorated.

He had thanked the owner when first offered the promotion, but said he did not want the position due to the dress code. However, after talking for a while, his concerns evaporated and he agreed.

It wasn't as if he had anything to be embarrassed about. He was in great shape. In fact, all the guys in the department were. Brent wasn't gay, but even he could tell that all the men were hot.

Brent had never had a private meeting with the owner since he had been hired, so he was interested in finding out what the big secret was. The men who saw the owner in his office never said what was talked about, except to others who had been there.

The day came to an end and the men put on their shirts before leaving. Brent knocked on the owner's office door.

"Come in, Brent."

Brent entered, closing the door behind him. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his khaki slacks. Unlike most of the others in the department, he did not wear a belt but used suspenders to hold up his pants. They also had the effect of framing his chest in a way that the owner found very appealing.

"Well, young man, you have become a great asset to the company. I want to give you a reward."

"You do? Thank you, sir."

"Another reason I like you, you show proper respect. That will get you far. Now look me in the eye, man to man, while I tell you what your reward is."

"Of course, sir." Brent stared into the owner's eyes. His dark eyes. Which seemed to be getting lighter. Bluer. They even looked like they were glowing.

"Focus, Brent. Focus on my eyes and voice. Nothing else is important."

The office seemed to drop away. The world was only filled with blue and the owner's voice.

"Say these things and make them your new reality. My will is erased. Gone without trace."

"My will is erased. Gone without trace."

"I am your slave. I must obey."

"I am your slave. I must obey."

"I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"Good. Very very good. Feel the changes course through you. They are now done."

Brent's position had not changed. But during the conversation his expression had changed from concern to confusion to vacant. Now it was filled with adoration. Adoration for the man before him. No, not a man. His master.

"You have done well in my department, but what you have done with your body, that pleases me even more. Show me the rest of it."

"Yes master." Brent kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He pulled one suspender strap off his shoulder, performing a slow strip tease. He did the same to the other strap, unbuttoned his pants and let them slip to the ground, stepping out of them. He stood before his master, naked.

Another part of the dress code that Brent had initially objected to was not wearing underwear. That objection had disappeared with his reluctance to work shirtless.

The owner traced Brent's well-formed pecs, and then ran a finger down between the sharp division between his abs. "I think we're going to have a late night, Brent. Possibly the first of many, depending on how well you please me. What do you think of that?"

"I will please you, master, in every way possible."

"Just what I wanted to hear." The owner quickly got undressed, and then forcefully kissed him as they sank to the floor. The aroma of previous encounters filled their noses. The thought crossed the owner's mind that the carpeting was overdue for a cleaning. Then that thought was discarded as he was consumed by his newest slave's passion.

Horny35

"You're going to regret bullying me in high school, Jake. At least for a while," said the masterling.

Jake was far bigger and stronger than the masterling, but his body was being completely controlled. "Fuck, stop this! You want me to apologize? OK, I'm sorry I was a dick to you in high school. But that was years ago, man."

"Yes, Jake. And in those years you've become an even bigger dick. I've done my research. You've also become bigger and hotter in general. Which is saying something, since when you were on the football team you were pretty much a beast. I've let you talk enough for now. Take off your underwear, slowly"

The masterling had made Jake take off all his other clothes, and now the big man was leaning against a wall. Screaming with his mouth closed (since this was the only sound the masterling was letting him make) Jake pulled his underwear down, exposing his huge muscular ass. He struggled to stop himself, but he continued as he exposed his cock. Finally he was completely naked, the underwear joining the rest of his clothes.

"Turn around. Damn that ass! Before I completely change you into a gay slut, I'm going to fuck you. I'll let you scream all you want, since there's no one anywhere near to hear you. How about that, Jake?"

"No, please, I'm not gay, I've never beenfuck! Stop, please, fuck it hurts."

"Yeah, it hurts, big Jake. How's it feel having someone being a dick to you, and giving you dick? Don't worry, though. After I'm done, you'll be begging to be fucked all the time, and you'll love every minute. Yeah, tighten up that ass. I love it, I wish I could do this all day."

Jake's screams only made the masterling fuck him harder. Smiling, he reached around and pinched Jake's nipples with one hand, and jerked his cock with another. The master was going to have so much fun with Jake. The masterling was happy, though, that the master had let him have some fun with Jake first.

Horny36

Tad had not been mean to the masterling in high school, unlike his brother Jake. He was smaller than his brother, but his muscles were more defined, making him hotter in a way.

So a couple of weeks after delivering Jake to the master, he got Tad to meet him at a private home. He did not torture Tad as he had Jake. Instead, he made the conversion as quickly as possible. There was some resistance, but mostly confusion, which quickly transformed into acquiescence.

"Tear off your shirt, then take off your pants, Tad."

"Yes sir." He ripped his top to shreds, exposing his well-developed pecs and abs. He pulled down his board shorts, only leaving him wearing a pair of skimpy speedos.

"That is perfect. The master will be very pleased."

"Thank you sir. I am happy I will be pleasing to the master."

"Some lessons, though, before you meet him. Get on your knees. I'm going to teach you how to become a great cocksucker. And once you've got mine all covered in spit, I'm going to break in that cute ass of yours. It will take you a little longer to get use to the master's, since his is so much bigger than mine. But you'll learn to love it as much as I do."

"Thank you sir. May I start?"

"Really eager to please. Great. Go ahead. That's good, yes. Just imagine the kind of blowjob you would like and do that to me. Ahh. Don't try to deepthroat yet; you'll need time to get your throat to relax enough. Don't want you to choke. Yes, keep doing that. You are a natural. Mmm."

Horny37

What happened to Jake and Tad, Sean wondered. He and the two brothers used to hang out all the time. Now he hardly ever saw them. They seemed different somehow too. Especially Jake. He used to be such a horndog. And kind of a jerk, to be honest. Now he was really nice. He also seemed to hardly ever hit on woman. Which actually made him even more attractive to them.

Sean, no fool, had taken advantage of this attitude change and scored with several of the woman whom Jake had rebuffed. Physically, he was in almost as good shape as the brothers. Plus he cared as much about his sex partners having a good time as he had. He had never gotten any complaints in that department. Quite the contrary.

He was at a pool in one of the city parks ready to take a swim when he thought he heard a whisper. He looked around, but didn't see anyone it could be coming from.

The thought came to him that he should close his eyes and listen carefully. He did so, and felt more relaxed. That was what the voice was saying. Relax. Be calm. You are drifting. Listen. Relax. Obey. So easy to relax and obey.

"Obey," he whispered.

Yes, obey. An address appeared in his mind. Come to me. Jake and Tad are with me. We will have fun, the four of us. And perhaps more. Come to me. Obey.

"I will obey." Sean opened his eyes. He must go. He must see Jake and Tad. It had been so long. He wanted to have fun with them. And with someone else. Someone he must obey. Someone he wanted to obey.

"I'm coming guys," Sean said to no one.

The source of the voice heard Sean and chuckled. "Not yet, but you will be. More than once today, if everything works out as planned." He smiled down at the already naked brothers, who were kissing, limbs tangled. "Soon boys, we'll be having so much fun very soon."

Horny37b

Waves lapped the shore. A warm wind blew off the lake. The shirtless and thin young man stared toward the sunrise, unmoving. Unencumbered by the burden of thought, he was unaware of his surroundings.

He also was unaware of the other three men looking at him. One was about the same age, build, and white too. The other two were large fully clothed men, one black and one white. Each had a holstered gun at their hip.

"I need to be undisturbed for at least an hour," said the young man, the masterling, as he took off his shirt. "Make sure of that."

"Yes sir," said the others. "We obey."

The black man, Andre, had been a policeman before his conversion. The masterling had not been the one to do so, but rather his master. Jake, the other, had been the masterling's work. Like Leo, he was one of the masterling's chief tormentors in high school. Now he and Andre, like so many others, served the master and him.

Originally, Leo was going to be subjected to the same kind of torture that Jake had been before being converted. However, after reading his mind, he learned the awful truth of why Leo had treated the masterling as he had.

The abuse from Leo's father had started when he turned ten. It was never sexual. He received many spankings, some with a hand, some with a belt and some with a hard wooden paddle. Mostly the abuse was emotional. Berating him, telling him he was puny, stupid and worthless. His mother got a divorce and custody five years later, but by then the damage was done.

The masterling's plans for revenge ended after reading Leo's mind and learning about the abuse. He realized his victimizer had been a victim himself.

Instead, he chose to erase those awful memories. He would reshape his mind so he would become the man he would have been, sans abuse. After that, he would get him to gradually transform his body as well. The former would take time, but he could start today.

That was why he had chosen this location. The lake was remote, miles away from any inhabited places. The task must be handled delicately, and he could not afford the distraction of large amounts of mental background noise. The two slaves' minds were passive, almost as soothing as the sound of the lapping waves. The quick flickering mental flashes from wildlife in the area were easy to ignore.

The masterling turned Leo away from the sunrise. A silent command, and his eyes closed. The masterling touched his forehead to that of his former abuser. Their two minds soon merged. Leo's conscious mind had been cleansed; all thoughts gathered in a corner. The masterling would start with his subconscious and work up. Today would be the hardest part, and he would be exhausted when he finished. The rest, though, would be simpler. He could start that tomorrow after recovering.

The masterling had learned that Leo's father remarried and had a son five years ago. Unfortunately, it seemed likely that the cycle of abuse would resume once his new son reached the age of ten. Leo's father had never truly paid for his original crimes. The masterling planned to fix that. After finishing with Leo, he would visit the father. A few adjustments, and dear dad would go to the nearest police station and confess his sins.

"You will be so much better when I'm done, Leo," the masterling whispered. "Better in so many ways. You will be loved and desired. Fulfilled in ways you could never have imagined." Holding his shoulders, the masterling began his work.

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

Horny38

"Duh, dude, the, the fuuuuuuck."

"That will be soon enough, don't worry. I may even let your first time be with Garrett."

Garrett! Tyler had not heard from his friend for months. They met when they were doing underwear modeling, and soon became workout buddies. But then Garrett had broken up with his girlfriend and no one had heard from him since.

"That was me," the stranger said, as if he could hear Tyler's thoughts. "I can, you know. Hear your thoughts. What of them there are. But it's not as if I want you for your mind. Just like Garrett."

Tyler had been getting ready to go to the gym. He only had on his red bandana and underwear when the apartment door opened and the stranger entered.

"You're still wondering how I could get in? Simple enough for me to get a key from the landlord. He doesn't remember, of course. He won't be coming up here either, if you were hoping for that."

Tyler had tried to say something when the man came in. Then the next thing he knew, he was leaning against the wall, unable to move and barely able to speak.

"Garrett underexplained your hotness. I can see why you get so many modeling gigs." The man squeezed his crotch, and despite himself, Tyler became aroused.

"I think you're going to be a perfect addition for the gallery." The man's touch in other places made him even hornier. "Time to finish ridding of that pesky free will. The stranger's eyes seemed to glow blue.

"Your will is erased. Gone without trace. You are my slave. You must obey. You live to serve me, all night and all day."

"My will is, my will is, uhh."

"A surprise. Considering how empty-headed you already are, I wasn't expecting much resistance at all. It's a bit of a turnon." The glowing increased. "Your. Will. Is. Erased."

"My, my, my will, my will is, is, is, uhhh, erased." Tyler's were now unfocused, vacant.

"Gone without trace."

"Gone without trace," Tyler said in a monotone.

"You are my slave. You must obey.

"I am your slave. I must obey."

"You live to serve me, all night and all day."

"I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"Perfect. You are all mine now. Get dressed and meet me downstairs. I will let Garrett break you in. Then we shall work out the best way for you to end your new life and begin your new one. Your performance will determine whether I shall keep you or sell you."

"I wish to stay with you forever, master."

"Of course you do. But if I do sell you, you will want to be with your buyer forever. Part of the deal." As the stranger left, he added, "See you in few."

"Yes, master, I obey."

Horny39

"Where do you want me?"

"That's a loaded question," the masterling mumbled. Then in a louder voice, "Over there, in front of the wall."

Devin did not usually do private photoshoots, but with what the young man was paying, he decided to make an exception. He was not worried about any funny business, as he had included in the contract that there would be no nudity. The agency knew where he was, and he was definitely bigger than the photographer.

"Look at the camera."

That's funny, Devin thought. I thought his eyes were brown, not blue. And it's like they're glowing. Must be a trick of the light.

The photographer had him do different poses. Devin was wearing a t-shirt, which clung tightly to his well-muscled frame, jeans and was barefoot. He felt more relaxed as the minutes went by. It was also harder to think for some reason. Easier to just do what the photographer said.

"Now Devin, as you take off more clothes, you will get more and more turned on. Understand?"

There was something weird going on, but Devin could not figure out exactly what that was. So he simply said, "Sure. Less clothes, more turned on."

"Good. Take off your shirt and your hands behind your head. That's good. Crunch those abs. Fantastic. The master will be so pleased."

Master? What did he mean by that? Then the question disappeared from his mind.

"Unbutton your jeans and push them down so I can see your underwear. You really fill them out nicely. Hands behind your head again."

Doubts kept surfacing, but less frequently. They also went away more quickly.

"Grab the top of the right leg of your jeans. Let the other leg droop down more. Hold the back of your underwear with your left hand. Beautiful. "

Devin was getting hornier. He wanted to do something about it, but the photographer had not said he could, so he did not.

"OK. Take off you jeans. Kick them over here. Stand just like that." Devin wanted sex so badly. The photographer. He was so hot. A fragmentary thought that he was not even gay vanished almost as soon as it was formed.

"You're ready for just about anything, aren't you?"

"Yes," Devin said, panting.

"Then tear off that underwear and get on all fours."

Ripping the brand-new shorts to shreds, he assumed the position as told.

The masterling laughed as he got behind Devin. It was so easy. Get a guy out of his mind horny, and they could not even muster a minimum of resistance to being enslaved. Devin would make an outstanding addition to the master's collection.

Horny40

"Has it really been a year since you started here, Chet?" said the owner, smiling at his shirtless secretary. So glad I made that the office dress policy, he thought.

"Yep. Hard to believe." Like everyone else in the department, wearing no shirt at work in the office seemed completely normal to him.

"Hard. An apt word. This evening we're going to celebrate your anniversary. I'm giving you a pay bonus of course."

"Thanks, sir. You're the best."

"I am. But that's only part of it. I'm going to give you the best night of your life." The owner's eyes glowed blue.

Chet remembered. The late nights at work. Sometimes working. But mostly not. He strived to service the owner to the best of his ability. The owner. His master.

"Let's begin. Get undressed."

Chet was out of his jeans quickly, his underwear bulging with excitement.

"The best night of your life." The master was half-undressed as well. He pressed his body against Chet's and kissed him deeply. Breaking, he whispered in his secretary's ear. "That is, until next year."

Horny41

Flynn had been at one of the dig sites all day. He had taken off his sweat soaked shirt hours ago, and was glad that sunset was soon. It had been a long day.

The admiring and sometimes outright lustful glances from the women on the team, and a couple of the guys, made him smile. He had been such a scrawny geeky kid, picked on all the time for his love of history and awkwardness with girls.

Then he started doing yardwork in the neighborhood around the same time puberty hit. He grew up and filled out. Awkwardness became endearing. His considerateness attracted the interest of more of his female classmates.

And even from his first intimacies, girls told him he was the best they had ever been with. Because he listened. He cared more for their pleasure than his. Which made them want to please him in return.

The attention could have changed him, but it didn't. He had never committed to any one girl, because he had never met the right one. But he had loved all the ones had been with, to some degree. All in all, life was pretty good.

Now he was doing his true love. He had been one of the few students selected to go on an archaeological dig in the Mideast. It was co-sponsored by the university and the owner of some private equity firm. An odd pairing, but the firm's owner apparently was a history buff. There were supposed to be some unique artifacts they were looking for. But as long as he was exploring and learning more about history, he was happy.

A shout from the camp made him look up. He saw a helicopter descending several hundred feet away. A man got out of the passenger's side and yelled something to the pilot. As the man walked towards the camp, the helicopter took off and headed towards the setting sun. The head professor beckoned everyone to come meet the man.

"You didn't have to come out here," Flynn heard the professor say as he got close enough to hear. The man was shaking hands with various members of the party.

"I like seeing how the money is being spent. It appears to be being spent well." The man's eyes widened slightly when he saw Flynn. "And who do we have here?"

"Flynn Crane."

"Mister Crane. I've heard some good things about you. You certainly don't look like your typical archaeologist."

"I do get that a lot," he said, chuckling, "I've learned to take it as a compliment."

"It was meant as one. Could you show me some of the sites? If you don't mind, Professor."

"Certainly. Whatever you like. Best to be back by sundown, though. That's in a couple of hours."

"Of course. We have to watch out for the predators in the night. Lead on, Mister Crane" As the man followed, he said quietly with a dark smile, "Though some predators are always hunting."

Flynn and the man chatted animatedly as they stopped at sites further and further from the camp.

"Why did I partner with the university? The firm has done exceptionally well, but even don't have enough money at my disposal to fund an expedition of this scale. Why an archaeological expedition? Let's say I am a man of many interests." He looked Flynn up and down. The student felt a little nervous, yet oddly thrilled at the same time.

Climbing down into a stone-lined trench, Flynn explained, "This used to be part of a village. This was one of the streets."

"So quiet here. So peaceful. Don't you think so, Mister Crane? Or may I call you Flynn?"

"I, well," Flynn felt disquieted, but as he looked into the older man's bright blue eyes, which seem to catch the sunlight, he felt calmer. More at ease. Everything the man said was suddenly more interesting. "Sure, you can call me Flynn."

"You and your team are helping me greatly. There is a certain artifact I hope you will be able to find. Something that will help me greatly. Help me acquire more of what I find of interest. Do you want to know what I find of interest?"

"Yes," Flynn breathed, eyes wide. He wanted to help this man. Help him in any and every way possible.

"People like you, Flynn. Beautiful men like you." He had backed the younger man into a wall. Flynn's hands unconsciously gripped the top of it behind him. The man put a hand on his abdomen, and then slid it to around as the other hand moved to the other side. Moving both hands up to almost his armpits, then down to his waist. Up and down. Slowly, gently, but with strength.

"You want to help me, don't you, Flynn? More than anything in the world."

"I want to help you so much. I, I want you." He had never felt like this, not with any woman. He had never felt this consuming desire even for anything historical.

"Few people have passion as great as you, Flynn. I am taking that passion and redirecting it. To me. I am the most important thing in the world to you, am I not?"

"Yes, I, I love you."

"And you'll do anything for me, won't you?"

"Yes. Oh yes yes yes. Anything. Everything."

"Good. We must keep this between ourselves of course. No one else must know."

"Of course. If you want what we have to be secret, of course I won't say anything. But I want to tell everybody."

"I know, Flynn. You want to share what you're feeling with the world. Perhaps someday. But for now, while we're alone, before we head back to camp, show me how much you love me."

"What do you want me to do? I've never been, been with a guy before."

"I will guide you. On your knees." The older man unzipped his pants. "Take care of this first, then we shall see what else we have time for."

Horny42

It had been two months since archaeology student Flynn Crane had first met the love of his life. His master. He knew he had been changed so he was completely obedient and adored the master with all his being. But his feelings were as real to him as any others he ever had. The master's happiness was his happiness.

And now he was returning to see the progress of the expedition he was on. He had brought the team into town to celebrate, where he had rented rooms at the best available hotel. Partying went late into the evening. The master slipped away quietly to his room, followed a half-hour later by Crane.

"It's been too long. I've counted the microseconds," said the young man, embracing his master.

"Really?"

"Alright, not really. But it felt like it. How much longer is it going to be before we can stay together?"

"Once the artifact is found. Then I can have anything I want. Or anyone."

"But me. You want me."

"Of course I want you. Right here, right now. But let's keep it quiet. We don't want to wake up the neighbors."

"No guarantees." Flynn pulled off his shirt.

"Someone's been seriously exercising."

"You like?"

"Vastly more than like. I'll show you how much. Don't move." The master swiftly removed his clothes. He looked at Flynn, immobile, head down, hands in his pockets, and smiled. "You follow orders so well. Take your hands out of your pockets."

The master unbuckled Flynn's jeans and pushed them down. He was wearing nothing underneath, as the master had told him. Pulling him down onto the bed, he said, "It's going to be a long night. You put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door?"

"Of course."

Those were the last words spoken until long after dawn.

Horny43

"You picked the wrong person to hack, boy."

The hacker spun around. Where had the voice come from? There was no one near him at the farmer's market. It almost sounded like it was in his head.

"It is in your head. I'm in your head. Like I said, you picked the wrong person. I could just have you arrested. But now that I have an idea of what you look like, I have other things in mind. You're no Jonny Lee Miller, but you are cute. Your computer talents could be of use to me as well. But you must be punished for your offenses first."

Unable to stop himself, he took off his shirt and tucked it in the back of his jeans. His lean muscled body attracted gazes of interest. The looks changed to alarm as he reached into his pants and started fondling his rapidly growing erection. The situation grew worse as he unzipped and masturbated.

It did not take long for security to arrive to arrest him. When they grabbed him, he came all over one of the officer's uniforms. As he was being dragged away, the mysterious voice said, "Don't call anyone. I'll bail you out. I'm going to change your entire outlook on life. Such a lovely boytoy you'll make. What a lucky day. You don't see it that way now, but you will. You will."

Horny44

It had taken little effort for the masterling to lure the tattooed hunk to a private place. He liked the dumb muscle guys.

Shortly the hunk was wearing only his red underwear. One hand was behind his head, the other buried in his shorts, groping his hard cock.

"What am I, uh, what are you, fuuck, why, doing, uhhh." The hornier he got, the more unfocused his mind became. The masterling pulled the underwear off and went down on the hunk. I want this guy inside me. I'll figure out whether he is worthy of the master after we're done.

Horny45

"So, you're a friend of Jed's?"

"Yeah. We've done some photoshoots together too."

"I know. I've seen your body. Of work. Most impressive. I'm always on the lookout for men like you and Jed. I offer a gift which few have experienced."

"What's that?"

"Absolute pleasure through absolute slavery to me."

"Ok, sorry, but I am out of here."

"Not so fast. Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

"No way My, my will is erased, I am your slave, I must, I must, must obey you. Completely."

"That's better. Off with your shirt. Well, your portfolio doesn't do you justice. Turn around and pull down your pants. And your portfolio most assuredly did not show how outstanding your ass is. Both figuratively and literally. You may become a permanent acquisition. What do you think of that?"

"I live only to please you."

"Yes you do. And please me you shall. I shall guide you. You can begin by taking off the rest of your clothes. Yes, this is going to be a very productive session."

Horny46

He was so pretty.

The masterling had seen his pictures at one of the modeling agencies the master used on occasion. Pretty, but muscular. Not too muscular. Very defined. Boyish, but manly.

He rented a hotel room and had the model come for what he thought was an afternoon shoot. The masterling toyed with the model, allowing him to show some awareness of what was happening. The resistance was entertaining.

But after an hour he grew tired of that and made him an abject slave. The model posed, his speedo straining as the masterling increased his arousal.

Then he took that off to show an even smaller speedo beneath. Pulling that down, he creamy white ass peeked out. "You don't sunbathe nude. I like the contrast."

He spent the rest of the afternoon riding the model and having the model ride him. When the masterling was satiated, he made the model believe that this had been a normal photoshoot. However, he was going to recommend the master make this boy one of his own. And let the masterling play with him as often as possible.

Horny47

Connor was looking for places to practice skateboarding when he found the house.

He had taken an elective in twentieth century architecture, so he recognized the style as Spanish Revival. It stood in the middle of its block, with no other houses next to it. As it was, it took up nearly a quarter of the block. There was a low stone fence around the property, with walking paths and gardens scattered throughout.

What caught Connor's attention were the men. There were a dozen or more playing tag football on the north end. All of them were young, shirtless, and in great shape. A couple looked like they might be bodybuilders. Some other men, also shirtless, were doing yard work.

His eyes were drawn upwards to the roof. There he saw a man lying on a deck chair on a large porch. He was watching the players and smiling as he drank some iced beverage.

The man turned away from the game and looked at Connor. His eyes are so blue, Connor thought. How can I tell from this far away? I could drown in those

Connor felt like the man was looking into his soul. Seeing all his life and problems. It felt like a voice in his head was telling him to relax, to let go, to allow the man to take care of him.

A part of him was denying what he was feeling; but that part shrank the longer he stared into the man's eyes. It would be so good not to have to worry, he thought, to just do what you were told.

He dropped his skateboard, pulled off his shirt and tucked it into the waistband at the back of his shorts. He ran to join the game. The men looked up to the roof. The man there smiled and nodded.

"What's your name?" said one.

"Connor. Can I play?"

"Yes, the master is allowing that. Welcome into his service."

"I want to serve him, forever. What should I do?"

"Join us and play. He will tell you the rest when he decides."

Connor played the rest of the afternoon. The master watched and finished the changes to Connor. By the end of the game, the young man was another of his eager minions.

Horny48

"Perfection."

He said nothing. He had not been given permission to speak. He did nothing. He had not been given permission to move. He had removed all his clothes earlier, save for a wifebeater and briefs. The master had told him to do so, and of course he obeyed.

"Lift up your shirt with your left hand."

He obeyed. The master's touch on his chest made him quiver, but otherwise he remained immobile.

"Tear off the shirt and your underwear." He obeyed, shredding the fabric and letting it fall to the ground. His erection popped up, slapping his abdomen.

"Yes, you belong in the gallery. The ideal place for a living work of art like you. So difficult to decide whether to sell or keep you. Plusses and minuses to both. I will just have to visit the gallery every day until I decide."

He hoped the master kept him. He wanted them to be together always. But if it was not to be, who was he to say? He wanted no say. Whatever the master wanted, that was how it would be.

Horny49

"Get out of my head!"

The detective had been showering when he first heard the voice. "You have a fantastic ass. You could say it's asstastic."

He looked around. He was alone. Where did that voice come from? It was like it was inside his mind.

"It is. I am. Inside your mind, that is. When I discovered you were using that hacker to look into my business, I knew I had to deal with you. I thought about having you killed. But that's before I saw the whole package. By the way, the front? Impressive as the back."

"How the hell are you doing this?"

"Not really important. The important thing is, you're going to be one of my slaves. Better than death, hm? You may not think you'll like it. You can try to fight it. But in the end, it's going to happen."

"Get out of my head!"

"No. Going to get further in, actually. Deeper and deeper. Now I'm in the right place. Your will is erased."

"Stop, no, can't make me, my will is not, is not erased. I won't, won't submit, won't be, slave, my will is not, not, no, is not, not erased. My will is, is, my will is, my will My will is erased."

"That's better. Your will is erased. Gone without trace."

"My will is erased. Gone without trace."

"You are my slave. You must obey."

"I am your slave. I must obey."

"You live to serve me, all night and all day."

"I live to serve you. All night and all day. Every day."

"I like that addition. It is true too. Open your front door."

The detective walked out of the shower, dripping water all the way. He opened the door and he was there. His master. His cock, already hardening, swelled even more until it was pointing upward.

"Back to the shower." The master stripped and then joined the detective. "Put your hands on the shelf and bend forward." The detective obeyed.

The master lubed himself. "I've been inside your mind, now time to get inside that ass." He pushed into the detective. "Aaahhh!"

"It hurts at first, but feel that change. It feels amazing, better than any feeling you have felt."

It was true. Beyond anything he had ever experienced. He wanted more. More of the master in him. He pushed back until his ass was pressed against the master's groin. He groaned, a deep animal sound.

"That's good, so good. Now fuck yourself. Fuck yourself on my cock."

The detective obeyed. Back and forth, in and out. He was like a machine, driving back and pulling forward. Let this be my life, he thought. Let this be my life. Forever.

Horny50

"Get in, Dillon."

"Hey man, I don't know you, I" Eyes. Blue. So blue. Suddenly it was all the bodybuilder could see. All he could think of. He would do anything for those eyes.

"Get in." Dillon obeyed, sitting in the back of the car next to the man. The man with the eyes.

"Home, James." As the car started moving, the man with the eyes said, "Usually I get some resistance, but you, Dillon, you don't have much going on upstairs. Still, it's not your mind that caught my attention. Let's start by you sucking my cock."

"Yes master." It came out without him realizing. Saying it was as easy as breathing. He obeyed, trying to get as much in as he could.

"Easy. You're doing fine. I just want you to get it all wet so it'll get into your ass more easily. You want it, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

He briefly paused his sucking so he could answer. "Yes master, I want your cock in my ass."

A few minutes later, it was. He grunted at the intrusion. He was a virgin, at least as far as his ass went. He hoped he could still please his master, though, despite his inexperience.

"You do please me," said the master, answering the unspoken hope. Dillon's hands were pressed against the car's ceiling, his biceps bulging, his huge pecs bouncing with each thrust. The master jerked off the bodybuilder. Faster and faster the fucking, until the master exploded inside Dillon, who shot again and again on his heaving chest.

Breathing heavily, the master said, "If this is your first time, then damn. You're going to get some training, and then we'll have more sessions like this. For sure."

Horny51

Philip was nervous. Today was his first private meeting with the owner since he had been hired.

He had started four months ago. He worked hard every day, and had received excellent performance reviews.

He also worked out hard. He had been in excellent shape before starting the job. Now, though, he had chiseled his body until he had one of the best physiques in the office. He thought the best, immodestly. With the shirtless dress code, he could compare himself to his coworkers, and almost no one else came close. He had the best Apollo's belt, that was for sure.

Today was Dressup Monday. Many businesses had casual Friday, but here it was the reverse. On Mondays, they wore shirts. Philip wore a muscle t-shirt, so he could still flaunt his muscles.

Chet, the owner's secretary, came to his desk. "He's ready, Phil. Follow me."

Philip went with Chet into the owner's office. The secretary left, closing the door behind him.

"Philip, you've been doing some outstanding work. I have noticed, and I wanted to thank you in person."

"Thank you sir. It's been great working here."

"Glad to hear that. You'll be getting two bonuses. One financial. The other, more personal. Look into my eyes."

Philip did as asked. The owner's eyes were dark. Wait, no they were light. Light blue. It was like they were glowing. He felt relaxed. So relaxed.

"That's right Philip. Relax. Pull your shirt behind your head so I can see that impressive chest."

Philip obeyed without hesitation, his head falling back afterward. "You're right, you may have the best body in the office. I want to see it all now."

Lazily removing all his clothes, Philip stood naked before the owner. The owner, who he realized was his owner. His master.

The owner got up from behind his desk and came to Philip. Gently running his hand over his chest, he traced a finger down. He moved it down one side of his Apollo's belt and up the other. Philip tingled from the touch, almost purring like a contented cat.

The owner grabbed the back of Philip's head and pulled it forward until their eyes met. "We have an hour. Let's see how big a bonus you're going to get." The two kissed, tongues far into each other's mouths. As the owner got rid of what he was wearing, he thought that Philip was going to be getting a very big bonus indeed.

Horny52

It was the best modeling gig of his career. Darius just wished he could remember more about it.

There had been five sessions during the last three months. The agency would send him to a hotel room. A man would greet him at the door. Was he younger or older? He was not even sure about that. Only that his eyes were blue. So very very blue.

Sometimes it was less than an hour, sometimes a good part of the day. Either way, the next thing Darius recalled was walking down the hall away from the room. There was always money in his pocket too, at least a hundred and fifty dollars. Once it was four hundred. The agency would still pay him too.

Darius knew he should be worried about the memory loss, but he was not. He knew he should be worried that he was not worried, but he was not. If only he could remember how he earned the four hundred so he could get more, that was his biggest concern.

The masterling scanned the model's mind as he was leaving. Everything was set. This session had been a standout. The butt plug model had been using since the masterling had first controlled him had opened up his ass beautifully.

And what an ass. The exercise instructions implanted had resulted in one of the firmest roundest bubble butts the masterling had ever seen. He wanted that ass at his convenience, not the model's.

The arrangements for that were almost complete. Soon Darius would join his slaves, to be used as he wished. The master had given permission for that, choosing not to take the model for himself. He would be available for the master's use, of course. After all, he was the master.

Horny53

Where am I, Glen wondered? And why am I jogging in my underwear?

It was a deserted beach, that much he could tell. He saw a house on the hill in the distance. He could also make out someone ahead of him near it.

Glen tried to stop, to turn around, but could not. After a minute, he saw that the person was a man. A tall powerful looking man with his hands folded across his chest. When he got a few feet from the man, he finally stopped.

"You are confused and embarrassed, Glen. You 're wondering why you're here, why you're dressed so minimally. The answer is me. I saw you jogging on another beach a while back, and decided I wanted to see you in action. I could have had you wear shorts or a speedo. But watching your cock bouncing in your underwear as you ran was much more entertaining."

"Who, who are you? How?"

"What matters is that I am the one who controls you. We shall go to my house, where I will explore your body more closely. I'm looking forward to seeing if that cock is as hefty as it seems. If you please me, I shall make you mine permanently, and you will desire nothing more than to please me. If not, I shall erase your memories of today and you will return to your normal life. Looking at you now, though, I think the former is so likely."

"I don't want, please don't make me."

"What you want is irrelevant. What I want is all that matters. Resistance, as someone once said, is futile. Let's make things easier." The man's eyes glowed blue. "Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

"No, I'm not, please, not," Glen stuttered, and then his eyes became dull. "My will is erased," he said mechanically. "Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey."

"That's better. Follow me."

"I obey master."

Horny54

"Up next is lot number 10. Not only a prime physical specimen, but also a skilled carpenter with a Master's in Philosophy. So when not having sex, he can make home repairs and carry on intelligent conversations if you so choose."

"Let's see the whole package."

"You know the rules, Mister Yaya. Only the purchaser gets that privilege."

"Why? It didn't use to be that way."

"My merchandise, Mister Emdall, my rules, which I may change as I choose. You are free to go to other suppliers. Except you know the quality and conditioning I provide is unmatched by anyone else."

"Shall we continue, gentlemen? There are fifteen more lots after this, and I have my eye on at least three."

"Quite so, Mister Whorfin, quite so. Shall we start with 20?"

During all the conversation, lot 10 stayed unmoved and unmoving. He was not afraid or curious. His purpose was to please the one who bought him. That was what the master had commanded, so that was what he would do. As the bidding escalated, though, he did feel a twinge of pride. He was happy that the master would receive a great deal of money for his sale. He wished that he could stay, but he had no choice. It was what he was meant to be.

Horny55

"How goes the search, Flynn?"

It had been weeks since he had seen his master, his one. The separation had hurt more than he thought possible. Ever since the expedition had failed to find the artifact the master was looking for, though, he had worked unceasingly to find anything he could about it.

Finally, a clue. He rushed to the master to share his discovery.

Knowing how the master liked his body, he stripped off his shirt before beginning to explain. "I found it in an old manuscript at the Vatican. A merchant stumbled on the tomb four centuries ago. He took treasure from it, planning to come back later for more. But there was a huge sandstorm that buried the tomb days later, and it was lost to history. Lost until our expedition."

"The artifact, Flynn. What about the artifact?"

"That's the thing. It isn't a single artifact. It's a set."

"A set?"

"Yes! The Mantle of Infinity. It's a collective term. A crown, a necklace and a scepter. Thing is, according to the manuscript, only the crown and scepter were in the tomb. From what I could find in other documents, the necklace was stolen by a thief decades before."

"Then there may be no hope of finding all three pieces?"

"Not necessarily. They are connected, after all. If we can find one piece, it could lead us to the others. And I do know what happened to the crown and scepter. The merchant fell on hard times and had to sell them. A different person bought each one, but I have their names. It's a starting point at least. Even if we don't find the necklace, maybe the other two pieces will be enough to get you what you want."

"Flynn, my lovely dear Flynn, you continue to amaze me." The master kissed him, deep and long.

"When you didn't find the artifact, I thought that was it. You have restored my dream. You richly deserve a reward. Kneel and put your arms behind your head."

The master's eyes glowed, brighter than Flynn had ever seen. Suddenly he felt a wave of pleasure. The feeling got stronger, more intense. His back arched and he moaned in ecstasy.

The euphoria increased. The master was making him experience the feeling of ten simultaneous orgasms. He maintained that level, since there was only so much the human mind could stand.

After a few minutes, he eased the sensations down. Collapsing, Flynn said, "I never knew I could feel that good. Oh thank you master, thank you.'

"You deserved it. I'll let you rest for a while. Then we'll do it for real. You deserve that too.

Horny56

"What the, what the, fuck, you doing, fuck, to me?"

Tyrell's cousin Darius had told him about how much money he was making modeling. Tyrell figured he was too big, but Darius said the agency had all sorts of models. Big guys needed to wear clothes too.

So he figured he would give it a try. He sent in some photos and in a few weeks, he had an appointment set up.

When he told Darius whom it was for, Darius said he had lucked out. It was the client who always gave him extra tips. If he played it right, he could do very well for himself.

He arrived at the hotel early, part of his military training. The young man who opened the door smiled. "So you're Darius' cousin. Come in, come in." As the door shut behind him, the man said, "You're even bigger than I thought. I bet you look great naked. I hope big dicks run in the family."

Tyrell spun around. "Look man, I don't swing that way. I ain't got no problem with gay people, but this is strictly business. You just take your pictures and then I'll be out of here."

"I will be taking pictures. Pictures of you naked." The man's blue eyes seemed to be glowing. Tyrell tried to break the gaze but failed.

"I'll be doing more than taking pictures. Cocksucking and fucking will happen too."

"What the, what the, fuck, you doing, fuck, to me?"

"I'm taking over your mind, so I can use that body. But you'll enjoy it. You're feeling horny, aren't you?"

Tyrell could not deny it. "Yeah, I'm, so fucking horny."

"You want to obey me."

"No, don't want to, to do gay stuff. Don't want to, want to. I, I want. I want to obey. I must, I must obey."

"Good. Take off everything but your underwear and kneel on the bed." Tyrell sluggishly obeyed. The man snapped pictures. "Pull down your underwear, slowly." When his half-hard cock flopped out, the man said, "Stop." More pictures were taken. "Take them off. Good. Now face me with your hands behind your butt.

The masterling thought he might have problems, but it was easy. Tyrell was a soldier, trained to follow order. He just had to access that part of his mind and increase his arousal. The bigger they are, the harder they get.

"You will do whatever I say."

"I will do whatever you say. I must follow your orders."

"Of course you do." The masterling was naked now too. He jumped on the bed on his back and grabbed his ankles. "Now stick that big dick in me, you stud. I need to be fucked hard by a real man."

Tyrell did as he was told, ploughing the masterling hard until he flooded his ass. Then Tyrell was on all fours, sucking the masterling until he spew in his mouth. Inexperienced, he let the cum leak down his chin and drip on the bed.

"Swallow, Tyrell, swallow. Now I'll have to pay extra to have the sheets clean. But it was worth it. I needed that, and I can use more. We will have more sessions in the future. That I can guarantee. Would you like that?"

"Yes sir. I will do whatever you want."

Horny57

"Feel funny. Can't think."

"Of course you can't think, Adam." A voice, in his head. "I don't want you to think. You shouldn't walk around in public with no shirt. Not when you look like that. You're just asking for it, and I'm going to give it to you."

"Man, what, who, stop, uhh."

"Not going to stop. You will come to me, and I will use you. The most important thing to you will be pleasing me."

"No, can't, won't."

"You can and you will. Let's make it simple for you. Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

"What, not make me a, not want to be My will is erased. Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey you completely."

"That's better. Now come to me." An address appeared in his mind. "Come to me so you can come for me, and I can come in you. Be careful, but get here as soon as possible."

"I obey master. I will be with you soon."

Horny58

Lewis was the newest addition to the master's gallery.

When Dillon told the master about his fellow bodybuilder, the master decided to see what the fuss was about. When he went to the gym and saw him working out, he knew he had to have Lewis.

His body was unreal. More cut and shredded than any body the master had seen for quite some time. He got Dillon to invite Lewis over to his apartment. The master was there, ready, and in a few minutes the bodybuilder was completely enslaved.

The three spent the night together. Lewis was a high school dropout, so conversation was not his strong suit. His body, though, was magna cum laude, with the emphasis on cum. It turned out that he was bi, and his mouth and ass provided much pleasure until the morning.

The master had Lewis clear his affairs so he would not be missed. It took several weeks. Still, better to be safe and it was worth the wait.

Now he stood in the gallery, looking up, hands on his hips, wearing only a bulging white speedo. He was frozen, mindless, a perfect statue. The master would use him again in a few days, but for now, he would simply appreciate him for the work of art he was.

Horny59

"You like what ya see, master?" Zeke drawled.

The master had been taking a relaxing drive in the country one morning when his car stalled. Unable to restart it, he called AAA. Half an hour later, a tow truck arrived. When the driver got out, the master was in lust.

"Hi, name's Zeke." Shaking the master's hand firmly, he added, "I hear tell your car ain't working. I'll give it a look-see and if I can't fix it, we'll get it to the shop and see what we can do. Okey-dokey?"

"Okey-dokey." Zeke was wearing a baseball cap and a tight white shirt that seemed two sizes too small. On the other hand, maybe his muscles were just that big. His jeans were equally tight.

"Can you pop the hood?" Zeke lifted it up and bent over to examine the engine more closely. This gave the master a chance to examine his ass more closely. It was round and firm, asking to be fucked.

"You get a lot of traffic on this road?"

"Nope. Not hardly a soul. Mind me asking what brings you out to these parts?"

"I like to get away now and then, and the weather seemed perfect for a little roadtrip. Apparently the car didn't agree."

"It happens. Think I see the problem. Your alternator's bad. We can fix that up for you at the shop. Should be done in enough time for you to enjoy some more driving."

"Actually, I'm enjoying the scenery right here. Could you look at me for a moment, Zeke?"

"Sure thing. What did you want to" He trailed off as he looked into the master's deep blue eyes. It felt like he was drowning in them. They were so beautiful.

"That's it Zeke, just relax. Feels good to relax."

"Relax. Good."

"You like to feel good, don't you Zeke. I can make you feel good. Good like you've never felt."

"Like feeling good. Want to feel good. Make me feel good."

"You just have to let go. Let go of your free will. So easy to let someone else tell you what to do."

"Free will, who needs it. Want to be told what to do."

"You want me to tell you what to do. You want to do anything I tell you. You want to please me."

"Want you to tell me what to do, want to please you, let me please you."

"Just tell me you are my slave and you are my master. That making me happy is the most important thing to you."

"I'm your slave and you're my master." With his accent, it sounded like mastah. It made Zeke even sexier. "Making you happy's more important than anything."

"Good. Lift up your shirt."

Zeke obeyed. "You like what ya see, master?"

"Yes. Yes." The master saw in Zeke's mind that the shop was a two-man operation, and that the owner should be able to do all the fixing on his own. He also saw that the owner was a paunchy man in his forties with a receding hairline. Not someone the master would be interested in at all.

That meant he could entrance him and have him work on the car. While that was going on, he could work on Zeke in the back office. Depending on how things turned out, he might be making more visits. Who knew a breakdown would net a corn-fed country hunk?

Horny60

"So, Jamar, looks like you're the exception that proves the rule."

The master was on a business trip, staying at a four-star motel. He settled into his room and was going down to the lobby when the elevator stopped and Jamar got in.

The master read the mind of the big black man. He had finished some construction work for the day and was heading out for dinner. He was also a competitive bodybuilder. Liking what he had found, he planted a suggestion that Jamar return the next night and go to his suite.

The following evening, there was a knock at his hotel room door. Opening it, Jamar stood there, looking uncertain. "Hey, I'm, I'm not sure why I'm here."

"Come in and I'll tell you." Putting a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the knob, he closed and locked the door. "You're here because I wanted you to be. Get naked, horny and sit over there."

"Wait, I" Jamar looked into the man's eyes. His big blue eyes. So bright, making all his cares evaporate. "My will is erased. I must obey."

Jamar looked like a work of art sitting in the fancy chair. The master's eyes traveled down his chest, his abs and finally resting on his cock.

"So, Jamar, looks like you're the exception that proves the rule."

All the other black men he had enslaved had huge cocks, often gargantuan. Jamar's was astonishingly average.

"But it's not how much you've got; it's how you use it that counts." The master disrobed and lay on the large bed. "Come to me, Jamar."

"Yes master." The master learned that Jamar knew how to use his cock very well. It would not be the last time the master used it.

Horny61

Ryder Crane was nearly as handsome as his brother Flynn.

At least so thought the master. He had chosen to make a surprise visit to his favorite archaeology student slave, but found his brother instead.

"Flynn'll be back in an hour. You wanna wait here until he gets back?"

"Yes, I would. Why don't you get more comfortable in the meantime and take off your shirt?"

"Take off my shirt? Look, I've gotten nothing against gay people but."

"That will change. Your body will be against me. Listen carefully. Your will is erased. You must obey me completely."

"I said I'm not, not, uh, can't, what, I, my, my, my will is, is erased. I must, I must obey you completely." Head bowed, Ryder unbuttoned and opened his shirt.

"If I'd known how cute you were, I'd have visited much sooner. Flynn may be surprised when he gets back, but that can be taken care of. I hadn't planned on a threesome, but I'm open to improvisation." Pulling him close, the master added, "Now kiss me and we'll go from there."

Horny62

Donovan had just finished a mandatory workout when he ran into the owner in the locker room.

He was only wearing jeans. He shivered, whether due to the chill from the cool air on his sweat-soaked body or the owner's presence, he was not sure.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll be upstairs shortly."

"No hurry, no hurry. I wanted to see your progress." The owner circled him. "It's good. Very good. I believe it's time to arrange a private consultation." The owner stared at him. His eyes were blue. So very very blue. "Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

Donovan's protests died. "My will is erased. I am your slave. I must obey you completely," he said dully.

The owner took his time examining Donovan. The large muscular man stood unmoving, allowing himself to be touched all over.

"Hook your thumbs in your pockets and pull your jeans down, just a little." When he saw the waistband of his underwear peeking through, he said, "Stop. From now on, you will go commando. I want to be able to access your cock and ass as quickly as possible."

"I will go commando sir my cock and ass are yours."

The owner stuck a slip of paper in Donovan's pocket. "This is my address. You will be there in three days at six PM, and remain as long as I choose. Arrange that you can be with me for the entire night uninterrupted."

"I will be at your place in three days at six PM. I hope you will keep me there all night. I will do whatever you wish to please you."

"Yes you will. In the meantime, let's go into one of these stalls." The owner had made sure no one would be coming in for the next half hour. "You will begin pleasing me by sucking my cock."

"I will suck your cock sir. Thank you for letting me please you."

Horny63

"Hey! Where'd all my clothes go?"

The last thing he remembered, Andy had been cleaning the pool. He had been wearing a loose t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Now he was only wearing a speedo.

"Over there." It was the owner of the house. "I wanted to see more of you, and I like what I see."

Andy tried to move but could not. "What's happening to me?"

When the new pool boy had arrived last month, the master had wanted to enslave him right away. However, after reading his mind, he saw that Andy had plans later that would raise concerns if he missed them.

Instead, the master had planted some subconscious commands. This visit, Andy had no plans for the evening. He also did not realize he had put on the speedo the master had given him instead of underwear before getting here.

"We're going to have some fun tonight, Andy. It will start with cocksucking and move on to fucking. The first will be mutual, the last will me fucking you."

"What? No! I'm not gay."

"That doesn't really matter. You will be when we're done. Before, probably. You'll love cock, hunger for it, beg for it. Let's start. Pull down those speedos, slowly."

"No no no please no don't make me," Andy said even as he carried out his orders. His limp cock plopped out as he finished removing the speedo and tossed it over by his other clothes.

"We can't have that." Andy was caught in the depths of the master's blue eyes. Suddenly he had an erection, an erection unlike any he had before. He was so hard it almost hurt. However, mostly if felt incredible.

"Much better. Usually I am the suckee, but this time I think I'll start as the suckor. Your cock looks so good."

The master took Andy's cock in his mouth all the way down to the root in one go. He could not deny it, this felt incredible. He moaned and threw his head back.

The master grabbed Andy's ass and thrust his cock in and out. An excellent start, the master thought. A most excellent start.

Horny64

Models were whores.

"Give it to me! Yeah, you know I want! Do it baby, do it! You know what I like. Don't stop, keep going!"

Ken and the masterling were on a beach, the latter photographing the model. He was shouting out encouragement, though Ken did not need much. At the moment, he was wearing tight jeans and a matching jacket, open to expose his bronzed chest.

The masterling had exerted almost none of his mental powers yet. He wanted to see how far he could make the model go without doing so. Rather far, he was learning.

After scanning Ken's mind when they met, he learned he was gay. Contrary to popular myth, male models were not gay, mostly. Ken was only the third that the masterling had met. And he had met so very many.

Ken was one of the best looking, that was unquestionable. Spiky black hair, angular features, a shredded chest with large nipples, everything visible was perfect. The masterling hoped the rest would be as well.

The model liked bottoming for big black men, but he was attracted to the masterling, whose twinky appearance brought out Ken's alpha side. That was one of the reasons he was going along so easily with the masterling's exhortations.

The contract Ken had signed said he would be displaying various clothes, as well as underwear and speedos. The promised amount was large. There was nothing about nudity, but the masterling was going to offer more to get him naked. From what he could tell, Ken would probably go along.

Models were, as he had learned from experience, whores. What Ken did not know was how much of a whore he would become, especially after he was brought to the master.

"Take off that jacket. Slow. That's it, you've got it, you know it." Perhaps the master would let him keep Ken. He doubted it though. Ken was too gorgeous. If not kept, the master would likely sell him. He would bring a good price, the masterling suspected.

However, before that might happen, the masterling would enjoy him as much as possible. To make sure he was worthy for the master, of course. If it took some 'cake by the ocean' do determine that, so be it.

Horny65

"Now for the next offering, lot #16."

A lithe curly haired young man wearing only shorts and sneakers stepped on stage.

"He is twenty years old, five foot nine inches tall and currently weighs one hundred and fifty-five pounds. This lot is in excellent health.

"Before his acquisition, he was studying environmental engineering with a minor in theater. In high school, he was a gymnast, but chose to give it up in college to focus on academics. He spent last summer backpacking across Europe. This lot is smart, well-traveled and flexible, both mentally and physically. A demonstration."

The young man lay down on a bench, putting his hands by his head. He arched his back, emphasizing his narrow waist and his firm round ass. Folding his body in half, his crotch touched his mouth. The young man unfolded and did a hand stand on the floor, 'walking' back and forth. Then he balanced on his right hand only, and then switched to his left, repeating several times. He rolled backward and stood up. A forward somersault in place, followed by one backward. Done, he put his hands behind his back, not even breathing hard. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow and his chest, trickling down.

"As you can see, he is full of stamina. Speaking of which, his endowment is average but well formed." No one asked, because they all knew the rules. Only the highest bidder would see the entire purchase. "He will bring you pleasure both in and out of bed."

"Acquired quite some time ago, he has been declared missing and presumed dead by the authorities. He is from the Pacific Northwest, where he was also going to college. If you plan to take him to that area, do not allow him out of your house."

No one commented. They all knew that all lots were conditioned to maintain secrecy. If any were recognized and questioned, it would trigger the irrevocable erasure of their minds, making them vegetables. Revelation would not occur.

"Alright, gentlemen and ladies," he nodded to the two women, the first of their gender to attend one of the master's auctions, "let the bidding begin."

Horny66

He was built like a brick shithouse, so the brick wall was the perfect backdrop.

His bronze skin went with the wall color, and the contrast of his blue underwear and jeans brought out all the red tones. He had been there a week, but was unaware of his surroundings. Entranced, he had remained motionless the entire time.

The master entered, followed by another near-naked muscular man. It was time to change the special display. This one would be going up for auction in a few days, and the master wished to ravish him before letting him go.

"Awaken," the master whispered. The man's eyes focused as his mind returned from the faraway place it had been sent. He stood up straight, bowed his head, and then left the room. He stood outside, stretching, limbering up, and getting his circulation going again. Once done, he stopped, waiting to be commanded. The master would be with him soon again. He would wait as long as the master wished.

Horny67

Brody had no idea where he was.

The last thing he remembered, he was going to his mailbox. The next thing he knew, he was here. Wherever here was.

It was a beach; he could see that. No one around either. He was only wearing pants; he could not see his shirt anywhere. Checking his watch, he saw that he had lost three hours.

"Only you and me, just like I wanted."

Brody whipped around. A man was standing there. A tall man, imposing.

"Where did you come from?"

"I've been here the whole time, enjoying the view."

"But you weren't there a second ago."

"I was. I didn't want you to see me until I was ready. I am and now you can. Like I said," the man's eyes looked up and down, "enjoying the view."

Brody's bewilderment increased when he felt a tingling all over his body. He liked the way this man looked at him. I'm not gay, he thought. Why does he make me feel this way?

"I can make you feel all sorts of things," the man said. It's like he can read my mind, Brody thought.

"I can. Read your mind, that is. I can control it too. That's how you got here. I called you here, made you take off your shirt on the way, made you not see me."

Frightened, Brody stepped forward. "Look, I don't know who you think you are." Suddenly he was frozen.

"Who do I think I am," the man said darkly. "I don't think, I know. I am your master. Or will be very soon." His eyebrows lowered, and Brody's right hand shot up and went behind his head. The man's finger moved down the cleft between his pecs, and then the one between his abs. He traced down one side of his apollos belt, across the top of his pants, and then up the other.

Moving down, he gave Brody's crotch a squeeze. The young man hissed and threw his head back. Despite himself, his dick hardened. This feels so good, Brody thought. I don't want it to stop.

The master smiled. Brody was responding perfectly to the stimulation. It would not be long before the young man would be calling him master. He would be begging for his master to be inside him. His mouth first, so Brody could taste his future, followed by his ass, so he could feel it.

A beautiful day for an outdoor suck and fuck. A beautiful day to acquire a new slave.

Horny68

"Daddy, can I see your peepee? "

How adorable, thought the master. He had regressed Teddy to a his eight-year-old self, making the young man think the master was his father.

"I'll show you mine, Daddy. Pleeeeease?"

Certain of his clients had interests in men who were young. Very young. The master would not enslave any such. He liked men, no younger than their late teens. Boys had no interest to him.

Perhaps, though, a man believing he was a child would satisfy those clients. His first experiment was with Teddy, and it appeared to be working well. He could not deny how arousing a grown gymnast with a prepubescent mind was. Especially with a large dollop of horniness added.

"Alright Teddy. How's that?"

"It's, it's so big Daddy." Teddy pulled down his bikini briefs and frowned. "Mine isn't big. Can you make mine big like yours, Daddy?"

The master smiled. This was more fun than he had thought. "Of course, Teddy." Lying down on the ground, he said, "Come here so you can put your peepee in my mouth and I can put mine in yours."

"Eww. That's were wee comes from."

"It's ok. I cleaned all of that away as you did yours. Did you know something else besides wee comes out of your peepee?"

"Really, Daddy?"

"Yes, really. Something sticky, salty and sweet. It's the best thing you've ever tasted. Trust me, you'll love it."

"Well if you say so Daddy." Teddy got down and positioned himself as the master wanted.

"And later, if you're really good, I'll put my peepee in your behind. You'll love that even more, I promise."

"Ok Daddy, I trust you. If you say it's so, it must be so."

"True, Teddy. So very very true."

Horny69

"Does he please you, sir?"

The masterling brought the new converted slave to the master as soon as he could. He knew this one ticked many of the boxes that the master desired.

"His name is Liam. He goes to Palm Beach University, and is majoring in English with minors in chemistry and astronomy. He's from a very well-to-do family. He is the youngest and has a fraternal twin brother. He also has two other brothers and two sisters. All of them are attractive, but I brought you the best looking one first."

The master took in this offering delivered by the masterling. Liam was stretched out on a couch. He was shirtless, only wearing jeans, the top button of which was unbuttoned. He was blond, with frat boy good looks. His skin was tanned and flawless. He had nicely developed pecs capped with quarter-sized nipples. His abs were like waves rippling up his narrow waist.

"You have done well. Very well." He read the masterling's mind to learn more about Liam's family. They were one of the wealthiest in West Palm Beach. Liam's mother had died four years ago and his father Aidan had not remarried.

Liam had gotten most of his looks from his father. Aidan was in his late forties and had let himself go over the years. However, the master could fix that. In a few months, the master thought, he'll be as fuckable as his son.

Sons, actually. The masterling was right. All the brothers were gorgeous. Liam's twin Lochlan, who was oddly the only one with black hair in the family, Patrick and especially the oldest Brendan.

Tonight, however, was all about Liam. Sweet, hunky and delectable Liam. The master's eyes glowed, mirrored by a glow in the young man's eyes. A minute, and Liam was completely under the master's control.

"You have done very well. As a reward, once the rest of his family is converted I will let you have the brother of your choice. Who knows? If young Liam pleases me enough, I might make it two."

"Thank you master." It was more than he could have hoped. As he did every day, the masterling thanked whatever fates had brought them together. Sensing the master's dismissal, he left to find one of the house slaves to gratify him.

The master said to Liam, "Get out of those jeans. We're going to 69, and then see what happens.

"I obey, master," His voice was rich, deep and sultry. The master had learned that Liam was a total manwhore, sleeping with a different woman every night. Sometimes two. Once in a while, more. The boy had wealth, looks, charm and stamina. What woman could resist?

Now no woman ever would anymore. He would spend the rest of his life whoring with other slaves or the master. He might even be whored out by the master. Someone like Liam would be in high demand.

Tonight it was just the two of them, though, and that was good enough.

Horny70

"Where am I? Wait a minute. Who am I?"

Bed. He was on a bed. A room, with pale blue walls. One door and no windows. The only furniture in the room was the bed, though there was a wide full-length mirror on one of the walls. The very large bed.

He was wearing a long sleeved blousy white shirt and long pants. No shoes or socks.

The last thing he remembered was. It was. Nothing. Before the moment he opened his eyes, nothing.

The door opened. "How are you doing, Boone?"

Boone? Was that his name, Boone?

The man was large. Not fat, but tall. Dressed all in black. His well-fitted clothes showed he was in good physical shape.

"I wanted to let you sleep. Are you feeling better?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are, or who I am, or where I am."

"Oh no, you've had a relapse, and you were doing so well. Your memory will return, don't worry."

"You called me Boone."

"Yes. That's your name. Boone."

"Where am I?"

"You're home. You had an accident a while ago, which causes you to have temporary amnesia sometimes. You fainted about an hour ago and I had you brought here. Usually you have some forgetfulness, but it sounds more extensive this time. What's the last thing you recall?"

"Waking up here. Not a thing before that."

"The doctor did say you might have occasional bouts of complete retrograde amnesia. But he advised they would not last and were all part of the healing process. Everything will come back to you. How are you otherwise?"

"What, besides not knowing anything that's happened in the last I-don't-know-how-many years? Fine. Actually, great."

"The doctor did say that activity would help you recover as much as rest. Why don't you see if you can stand up? Do it for me."

Boone found it was easy to do what he had been asked. When he stood, though, he felt a warmth in his groin. It spread out until it filled his whole body. "Uhhhhhh."

"Good, that hasn't changed."

"What was that?"

"Whenever you do what I ask, you experience pleasure, almost like a mini-orgasm. You like it?"

"Yes. It was amazing. Anytime I do what you say, I'll feel that?"

"You will. Also when I touch you." The man gently held both of Boone's hands. The warmth was even stronger. Letting go and stepping back, he said, "Would you like to feel more of that?"

"Yes. Yes, please yes."

"Then take off your shirt and look at yourself in the mirror."

Quickly obeying, it took him a minute to recover from the pleasure before he could see himself.

He was, in a word, stunning. The skin that was exposed was tanned. His hair was blonde and short, but spiked up in the middle. He had sharp cheekbones and his facial features were even and symmetrical. His pectorals were large, but not overly so, with big erect nipples. Looking further down, the word 'eight-pack' came to mind. Even further, the v-shape going into his pants he knew was called an apollos belt.

The man came up behind him and ran his fingers all over Boone. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations the man was bringing to him. He did not know who he was, but as long as he made him feel this way, he would stand like this forever.

Boone started feeling some pain as well as warmth in his crotch. The man, as if he could sense it, said, "You're getting hard, Boone. So very very hard. You need to open yourself. Open yourself to me."

Boone got out of his pants. He was not wearing any underwear. Now he could see his cock. That's what it was called. It was as stunning as the rest of him. Long, curved and pointing to the ceiling.

"I think you know who I am now, Boone. Say it."

He knew. How could he have forgotten? Only one man could make him feel this way. "Master." He still did not know anything else, but that much, he knew.

"Join me." The master was naked and on the bed. Boone lay next to him and they kissed. Without instruction, Boone kissed the master's neck and then chest. He continued until he reached his goal. The master's cock. It was in his mouth in moments. Somehow, this too he knew how to do. He must have done it before.

"So many times before. Of course I can read your mind, Boone. I can do that, and so much more."

The pleasure Boone had been feeling previously was now constant. Having the master inside him was everything.

The master chuckled silently. He had caused the amnesia. It was a fantasy he wanted to try. Based on what was happening now, he thought it would be one that he would indulge again. For the moment, though, he lay back and let his slave satisfy him. That was what slaves were for.

Horny71

"Accept this sacrifice, Great One, so thou mayest grant unto me the wisdom I seek."

Hector had waded into the water, which was now above his knees. He had taken off his shirt already, and was loosening his belt so he could remove his jeans. He must be naked, but only at the right time. He was carrying out the master's instructions. He had no choice. He did not want to have one.

The master had told him what do before they had reached the swamp. He was trying to find something, an ancient artifact. All normal channels had been exhausted. Therefore, the master had been forced to resort to abnormal channels.

Ancient tomes of dark knowledge had been plumbed. Secrets from the earliest dawn of man had been uncovered. Now the master was on the edge of the water. He had finished a long chant while Hector had gone further into the water. He was imploring some mysterious entity to take the completely unclothed man.

The water bubbled, and then boiled, yet there was no heat. Suddenly a tentacle emerged. Another followed. Soon there were almost too many to count. They were like those of an octopus, but yards long, green and slimy. They had suckers all over, not merely on one side. Some of the suckers had eyes in the middle, others had mouths with needle-like teeth.

"Take him, Great One! Take him!" The master resumed chanting and a tentacle wrapped around Hector's leg. Two more grabbed an arm. Soon he was enveloped. He felt the mouths nipping pieces of flesh as they pulled him down. He did not fight. The master had commanded him not to resist. As he was drawn beneath the surface, Hector's last thoughts were of hope. Hope that his death would bring the master the answers he could find no other way.

Horny72

"I decided to save the best for last. Well, Liam's the best, but in your family, second best is nothing to sneeze at."

What was Mister Hallita talking about? Brendan had no idea. The guy gave him the creeps. Ever since the man had started visiting a few weeks ago, everyone in the family had been acting weird. Dad too, who had suddenly gotten a mania about exercising. He was in way better shape than he had ever been, but it seemed like all he did now besides work was spend hours in the gym.

Speaking of Liam, he had hardly seen him since Hallita had first appeared. "What you mean, Liam's the best."

"I mean the best, of the men that is. I have no interest in your sisters. He's best looking, the best cocksucker, the best fuck. Though I haven't tried you yet, so maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised."

"Liam's not gay, and I'm not either. I'm not sucking anyone, much less getting fucked."

"True, Liam wasn't gay. But I changed his mind about that. Quite literally. Also your dad's and your other brothers. Now it's just you."

"Like I said, I'm not," Brendan stopped when Hallita held up his hand.

"Then why are you like that?"

Brendan was sitting on a bench next to one of the ponds on the estate. He was only wearing underwear, and he was feeling up one of his pecs.

"Hey what?!" Brendan could not stop himself. He continued, squeezing a nipple. Embarrassed, shocked and now afraid, he was somehow getting an erection.

"You see, right now I'm just controlling your body. Now it's time to control your mind. It's going to change, just like your brothers and father. Once that's done, I think I'll have you get to know each other more intimately. In another month, though, since your father has a ways to go before he's hot again. He's getting there though."

"No!" It was horrible enough what was happening now. The thought of having sex with his brothers, and even his father, sickened him. Yet as he thought more about it, the revulsion diminished and arousal increased. That scared Brendan even more.

"Family should be close. I'm just helping you get even closer. You should be thanking me. After I'm done, you will. You will."

Horny73

"Hello, Russell."

The account manager was startled. He had just finished exercising at the company gym after work. Normally there was hardly anyone there at this hour, which is why he liked to be there so late. He was heading to the showers with a towel tied around his waist.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know you were here."

"Quite alright, quite alright. Actually, I wanted to talk to you alone and undisturbed. I knew this would be the time and place to do it. In fact, that's one of the reasons I wanted to talk. I admire your work ethic."

"Why, thank you, sir. It's nice to know that one is appreciated."

"You are, Russell. Very much appreciated. For example, this. You could work out during the day like most of the rest of the guys."

"I know, sir, but I like to get all my work done for the day first."

"Thus, my admiration. Youve been here six months. How do you like it here so far? Any complaints?"

"No, no complaints. This is one of the best places I've ever worked. Maybe the best."

After being laid off from his last job at an accounting firm, a friend of Russell's had recommended this place. Odd rumors floated around about employee conduct, but no complaints. Pay and benefits were top notch. He thought, why not try it?

The physical portion, including running a mile and gym exercises, was almost as rigorous as the interview. He was told it would help determine his health benefits.

After waiting a week, he received a call saying he had been approved. There was an orientation video explaining company policy, which they were told they would need to review every week for their first month. Honestly, he remembered little of it, but he was able to pass the test afterwards perfectly.

The part of the dress code where wearing no shirt most of the time for desks near the owner's office seemed strange, but his concerns soon vanished after talking to Human Resources. In fact, it felt more comfortable working shirtless.

He had long taken care of himself physically, but the company gym was outstanding. He would be there after work for at least an hour four times a week. The results spoke for themselves.

He started noticing all the other guys he worked with were in as good shape as him, some even better. Russell was not gay, but he found himself checking them out more and more. Those who noticed smiled and winked at him.

Two months after starting, one of his co-workers he had been checking out shyly asked if he would like to go to his apartment after work. Russell agreed, and after a few glasses of Chardonnay the two went at it like animals. It was fun and told the co-worked he would be open to getting together again.

He had encounters with a few others, but as he spent longer and longer hours at work, there was less time for that kind of activity.

"Yes, your dedication has not gone unnoticed," said the owner. "In fact, I want to reward you. First off, you've made this company a lot of money. You deserve a raise and you're going to get one, effective next week."

"Thank you, sir. I'm just doing my job as best I can."

"So modest. I like that. I like your body of work. And even more, I like the work you have put into your body."

"I'm glad it pleases you, sir."

"Oh, it more than pleases me. I want it to please me, very directly." The owner's bright blue eyes stared into his. "Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

"My will is erased. I am your slave. I must obey you completely,"

"I haven't had a good old-fashioned shower fuck in a very long time. Is your ass ready for me?"

"Yes, master. My ass is ready, my body is ready, please fuck me hard, sir."

"That's what I like to hear. Drop the towel and get in the shower. First, you'll suck my cock, as that's the only lube I'll be using. Yes, that's good, so very, very good. Your beard tickles, but that's fine. I can hardly wait to get into your beautiful muscle ass."

Horny74

"What do you think of this one, master? His name is Hudson. As soon as I saw him, I thought you would like him, so I brought him here," said the masterling

"He will not be missed?"

"No, not for several hours."

"How thoroughly have you inspected him?"

"Just a basic mind scan. I have not had any sexual contact with him. I wanted you to see him first."

The master was pleased. Hudson was six-foot-tall and muscled like one who played sports and worked out, but not to the extent of bodybuilding. His erection was average, but the rest of him was far above that. His eyes were closed, his handsome face relaxed.

"You have done well. You may have your way with him. I will watch and perhaps join you. In the meantime, go ahead and play."

"Thank you, master! You are generous beyond all knowing." He quickly dove onto Hudson's cock, savoring every inch. Having his way with potential new slaves was always enjoyable. To do so while the master was watching, that was priceless pleasure.

Horny75

"Really? You think I could be a model?"

The master was out and about, not particularly looking for any new slaves. But if the opportunity arose, he would be happy to take advantage.

Here was such an opportunity.

The master introduced himself, then asked, "And you are?"

"Reuben. My names Reuben. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. I was serious, you know. You mean you've never considered modelling?"

"Nah. It sounds boring, and I'm nowhere near good looking enough."

Was he serious? The master scanned his mind. He was. He had received a great deal of taunting when he was young, all the way through high school. He was fat for a very long time, making even his handsome face appear homely.

Things had changed in college. He did not participate in sports, but did decide he should exercise and diet. He was a natural, the pounds dropping off and his muscles becoming visible and more defined.

Yet he still saw himself as the fat kid, and was mostly oblivious to any attention he got. A major hunk who does not know he is one. This could be interesting, thought the master.

"Take my card. It has my studio address and phone. Call me if you're want to try it. The benefits, I promise, are spectacular." The master had already planted a seed in Reubens mind. Eventually it would grow large enough to make him want to take up the offer.

In only four days, Reuben was at the studio. "You really want me shirtless? I gotta warn you, I have tattoos. That's another reason I don't think I'd make a good model."

"That's fine. Actually, I'm going to get your beard trimmed, if that's alright. Then come back with your shirt off and well go from there."

"Sure. You're the expert."

Once returned, the master looked at Reuben closely. Clear pretty eyes, beard now accentuating his excellent jawline. Wide shoulders, good sized biceps, pecs prominent but not huge. Lower, though, was the prize. Abs with that rare dividing line down the middle. A very visible Apollos's belt, pointing like an arrow down to his crotch. The tattoos on his chest and left arm did little to mask his fantastic physique.

"You really don't think you'd make a good model? Are you mad? Look at yourself in that mirror."

Reuben saw himself in the full-length mirror. "You were right about the beard. I don't think my face has ever looked that good. My body's just, I don't know. The tattoos. I'm sorry I don't see what you do."

"Tell you what. Close your eyes. That's it." The master stood behind Reuben, touching his temples with both hands. "Relax and open your mind. See yourself, really see yourself." It would take time to erase all the negativity, but he could open a window allowing him to see past it for a while. "Open your eyes and see you."

Reuben did. Nothing had changed, yet everything had changed. He was no different, but somehow, he could see. For the first time, he could really see.

"Wow, I'm, why didn't I, I can't believe it. I am hot. Like, really super-hot."

"Yes, Reuben, you are super-hot. There are so many men who would give anything to look like you. So many women who would be happy to spend the night with you, or longer."

It was true. He realized that most of the women he ran into were not teasing him. They were trying to show that they wanted to be with him, but he was too oblivious to notice.

The master gently smiled. He was going to make Reuben a slave, that was certain. His low self-worth had made him isolated, so he would hardly be missed. But the conversion could come later. For now, he wanted Reuben to bask in this new self-awareness. He had a feeling it would get captured well on camera. He was interested in seeing how much clothing he could convince Reuben to remove without using his powers. He had a feeling that he would just need a few well-chosen words. Reuben was a gorgeous lump of clay, and the master would mold him into an exquisite piece of art.

"Now that you know you have the looks to be a model, lets teach you the moves. Put your left thumb in your belt. Turn your body away but keep looking at me. That's good. Now put your left arm behind your back and your right hand under your chin. Move your hand down your chest, slowly. Good, good, that's so good. You take direction very well."

Soon he would be taking more elaborate and intimate directions. But for now, modelling moves were enough for the master.

Horny76

"Up for bid now is lot number 18."

On the stage was a lean and well-muscled young man wearing only very low-slung board shorts.

"As you can see, he is in excellent physical condition. Position 5."

The man closed his eyes. Leaning back at the waist, he put one arm behind his neck and the other on his butt.

Tracing a finger around the man's midsection, the auctioneer said, "Notice the abdominal definition. This lots core strength and stamina are well above average, having been extremely active in recreational sports in his spare time before acquisition. He will maintain his current fitness level on his own. If you wish to alter his routine to modify any body part, such as having larger biceps, his routine can be changed as the owner wishes. Endowment is below average, thus more suited for bottoming, or for those who like to get fucked by something smaller.

"He was a college senior majoring in art, of average intelligence. Increases are available at a nominal fee, but will delay delivery. Alternatively, you can educate him to whatever level you wish.

"Since he was born and raised in Georgia, please exercise caution if bringing him to that area." Bids from those living in the area where a lot came from were forbidden. However, none of those attending came under that restriction.

"Any questions? No? No? Very good. Then who would like to start the bidding?"

Horny77

"Welcome. My name is Russell. I'll be showing you to your room and taking care of your needs while you're staying here. You'll be meeting him at dinner.

"Underdressed? Not at all. He lets us dress in whatever way we feel most comfortable while still being able to do our job.

"I can't help but notice where you're looking. It's alright, I take it as a compliment.

"I'm sure you're completely straight. It's just that whenever he's here, we all get, well, excited. can't help ourselves. If someone has a problem with that, that's fine. It doesn't bother us at all.

"Hers your room. Yes, it is very nice, isn't it? Dinner is in two hours. Attire is casual.

"No, not this casual. I'll be wearing a shirt, pants and shoes, for example. Wouldn't want to spill hot soup on myself dressed like this.

"If you need anything before dinner, just press the button below that grill. It activates my earbud. Just say what you need and I'll bring it right to you.

"I'll see you at dinner. It's so good that you'll finally meet him. It will change your life. It did mine, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Later."

Horny78

"Penn and Wen. Nice to meet you."

Penn and Wendell Dullum were walking on the bridge crossing Padgetts Creek when they heard the voice behind them. Turning, they saw a tall imposing man.

"We just walked by there," said Penn. "Where'd you come from?"

"Yeah," Wendell added. "It's like magic or something."

"Something. Yes, something would be the best way to put it. How are you doing, Penn? You're the older brother, right?"

"OK, I guess. I'm the older one. You still ain't said where," Penn's voice trailed off as he looked into the man's eyes. Eyes that were so very, very blue. Eyes that seemed to glow.

"And you, Wendell the younger. Having a good day?"

"Yeah, it's been pretty good so far. But who, who are."? Wendell also felt lost in the man's bright blue eyes.

"You are just two slabs of prime man meat, aren't you?"

The brothers felt concerned, but could not figure out why. They thought they should respond, but could not figure out how.

"I know several buyers who would love to have a pair like you. Take off your shirts and sit on the railing."

The brothers obeyed. The man ran his right hand up and down Penn's chest, while his left did the same to Wendell.

"You'll both do very nicely. I'm taking you home. And just so you know, your wills are erased. You are my slaves. You must obey me completely."

The brothers said, "My will is erased. I am your slave. I must obey you completely."

"Good. Now follow me."

"Yes, master. We hear and obey."

Horny79

"Sterling, can you hear me?"

The tall pale man did not respond to the master. He stared forward blankly through his glasses.

The master touched Sterling's shoulder, his bicep and his stomach. All were cool as marble.

Pleased, he stood back to admire his handiwork. Sterling had always been very light skinned. The trance that the master had put him in, however, was much deeper than any he had put a slave in before. So deep that to most methods of detection he would seem dead.

The result was that he stood frozen, looking like a statue carved by a sculptor with unearthly talent. The master took a pair of sewing shears and cautiously cut the sides of Sterling's shorts. Pulling off the pieces, the entranced man was completely nude. The master was pleased.

"Take him to the gallery, carefully," the master said to two of his slaves standing nearby. "Put him on the empty pedestal." He would visit later to make sure Sterling was properly integrated into his other displays of living art.

How long would he remain in the gallery? The master was never sure. But when the time was right, he would know it. He would feel it. Time would tell. It always did.

Horny80

Salvador was beautiful. The master said so, and who was he to argue?

They were outside, by the ocean, as they often were on sunny days. Salvador was only wearing pants. Since the beach was semi-public, it was as much as he could display. When he was in the master's house with the other slaves, he usually was naked like the rest.

But the master liked to get out and enjoy the sun and salt air, and this was one of those days. Salvador had both hands on his head. This position best showed off his biceps, as well as his wide upper chest tapering down to his narrow waist. He had maintained this stance for over ten minutes. He would stay that way ten times ten if the master wished it.

"That's enough," said the master. "Go play in the water. I'll tell you when to get out."

Salvador obeyed. He had no choice, nor did he want one. He could not even consider arguing. He was the master's beautiful slave, and that was enough.

Horny81

"When can I cum, sir?" asked Nolan. "Please, please let me cum."

The master had been making him edge himself for days. He could not leave his room, so food had been brought to him since his restriction had begun.

He could not even remember why he was being punished. The time before he had been confined here was a blur. Whatever it was, it must have been severe for such torture.

"Tomorrow. Or the day after. Or the day after that. Keep doing what you're doing until I say otherwise."

"Yes, sir, of course, sir," Precum drooled out of his cock. Even with the master's commands, he could not stop that. "I obey you; I will obey you forever. Always and forever."

Horny82

Levi was out with friends at the beach. While returning from the bathroom, he froze.

"What, why can't I move?"

A voice behind him said, "Because that's what I wanted. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever get you on your own. But here you are."

"I don't, don't understand."

"Finding it hard to think, are you? That's me, too. It doesn't take much, since there's not a lot up there. I'm not here for your mind anyway. It's your super muscled body that caught my attention. You're going to be my newest slave. Nothing you can do to stop that, of course, if you haven't figured that out yet."

"Not slave, not fag, won't."

"Language, language. I'll be taking care of that, along with a bunch of other stuff. Like your resistance. I'll take care of that for now. Your will is erased. Gone without trace. You are my slave. You must obey. You live to serve me, all night and all day."

"My will is, it is, erased. Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"That's more like it. Hers what I want you to do. Return to your friends and act normal. When you all go back home, come to me. I've put the address in your mind. Ill finish your enslavement, and then I'll break in that tight hard ass. After that, you'll play with my other slaves, improving your sexual skills to better please me. I may eventually auction you off, but I'll worry about that later. For now, carry out my instructions."

"Yes, master, I hear and obey. I will return to you as soon as possible, so I can be your slave forever and you can fuck my tight hard ass."

As Levi walked away, the master smiled. He had been looking for a new bodybuilder slave for a while, and this one fit the bill. Breaking him in would be a pleasure. As always.

Horny83

"Where did the last three hours go?"

Sherman had been jogging on the beach around nine. The next thing he knew, the sun was in a different part of the sky. He looked at his watch. It was after noon.

He was energized and relaxed. It felt exactly like the afterglow following great sex. If that had happened, though, he did not remember it.

Wait. This was the fourth time this had happened in the last year. It always happened on this same stretch of beach. He swore he would never jog here again.

Yet as he returned to his car, his concern dissipated. By the time he pulled out of the parking lot, he completely forgot what had occurred.

As you should, the master thought. Though you do not meet my standards for permanent slavehood, you are a great lay. So, return to me in a month or three, by boy.

As though you had another option.

Horny84

"One more rep! You can do it. Come on."

"Man, I've gotta go back to work after this. I won't be able to lift my arms at all if I do much more."

Caleb, the first speaker and Greg, the second, were on their lunch break exercising at the company gym. There were several other men using the facilities as well. It was the monthly wear-as-little-as-possible-to-work day. Caleb wore an open long sleeve sweatshirt and speedos, while Greg only had on a pair of black boxer briefs.

"You're kidding, right?" said Greg, running on a treadmill and brushing some of his floppy brown hair out of his eyes. "With those guns, you could probably do another fifty reps easy."

"Thanks," Caleb said, working out seated at a Nautilus machine, "though you're one to talk, as jacked as you are."

"Aw, you noticed."

"Difficult not to, even when you're wearing more. But I like imagining you like this. Right now, though, I don't have to imagine."

Getting off the treadmill and approaching his work associate, Greg said, "What else do you imagine about me?"

Caleb stood. "I imagine you not even wearing underwear. I imagine you and me hard. Not having to imagine that right now either. I imagine us sucking each other's cocks, getting them nice and slick so we can fuck each other like rabbits."

Running a finger down Caleb's sweaty chest, Greg said, "I didn't know you had such a vivid imagination. But why imagine? I'm here, you're here. Why not have a nooner?"

"Think we have enough time. With you, I don't want it to be a quickie."

"No worries. With me, it's always a longie. We can have an extended lunch. You know the boss won't mind as long as he can watch. Right, sir?" Greg looked up at one of the cameras located around the gym. The lights dimmed and brightened three times, indicating the owner was watching and approved.

"So where?" asked Caleb. "The locker room, the showers?"

"Why not here? You guys don't mind, do you?" he said to the others in the room.

"No", "No problem", "Nope", "Go for it", "Sure" "Fine by me", "I could use the distraction."

"Since there aren't any objections," Greg pulled off his underwear, "I'd say there's no time like the present."

"It's like you read my mind." What little Caleb had been wearing was now on the floor. Grabbing Greg and bringing him close, he said, "What are you waiting for? Kiss me, you fool."

"Don't need to ask twice." Their bodies pressed close, mouths opened and tongues tangling.

The owner, watching on a monitor in his office, smiled. Usually such afternoon delight was conducted more privately. Amusing that the two men were about to have sex in front of their coworkers, and no one in the room was bothered by it at all. His control of his employees was absolute, and he loved witnessing examples such as this, even if such public displays were rare. He pressed a button, marking this recording for permanent archival. I'll be re-watching this, he thought. It's good to be the owner.

Horny85

The masterling knew this model might not meet the master's' exacting standards. But since he had brought so many slaves for the master, he was allowed to enjoy some men that pleased him only.

This model was one of them. Young, not tall, with very little body fat. Not that bright either, which was only a bonus as far as the masterling was concerned.

As the model peeled off his shirt, exposing his smooth chest, the masterling smiled. He was glad he had scheduled a long session. He was going to use every minute of it.

Horny86

Such a shame I can't keep Jason, the master thought.

The young man had too many ties. A large family, many friends, a job he did well. His disappearance would raise too many questions.

So, whenever he could lure Justin to him, he did. Standing shirtless on the beach with his head down, the master admired his tanned hairless leanly muscled chest. The rest of him was equally appealing, as he knew from prior experience.

"Follow me, boy." Justin wordlessly obeyed. The master would make the most of their time together. He always did.

Horny87

"And now we come to the bargain portion of the auction. May I present lot 27."

Curtains parted. There was an audible gasp from the audience. On the stage facing away from them was a large man.

Not large as in fat. Large as in tall, over six feet. Large as in extremely muscular, like a professional bodybuilder. A bodybuilder whose shoulder width compared to his waist made a perfect V. A bodybuilder whose ass was full and round, protruding out to hang over his tree trunk legs. There was a string visible around his waist, with a piece attached that went down between his ass cheeks and to the front, which could not be seen yet.

"Now for the rest. Turn around."

The audience now saw that the string supported a substantial posing pouch, which was the only area of his body that was covered. Well-defined four pack abdominals were below massive pecs.

Finally, the face. An older face, with a wide nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times in a fight. Small squinty eyes. A low forehead. A puffy bouffant hair style.

"I think you can see now why this is in the discount section. Some information about this lot. Thirty-seven years old, from Montana. Looking for his stepson, which the master had acquired over a year ago. Though not in the outstanding shape he is now, the master saw potential. After making sure he would not be missed, he was acquired as well. A great deal of diet and exercise later, and here he is."

A hand raised. "What about the stepson? Will he be available?"

"Sorry, he's not for sale. And even if he was, he would definitely not be in the bargain section."

Another hand. "Since this one came to look for his stepson, what's to keep someone looking for him?"

"I'm not at liberty to give details, but rest assured, there will be no one else looking for either of them."

That was because now everyone thought they were dead. The arrival of Teddys stepfather caught the master off-guard. He underestimated how much the older man cared for his stepson. Once enslaved, he had the two demonstrate their love for each other intimately and repeatedly. The master had the stepfather keep in contact with his family, giving fake updates of his search.

When he decided it was time, the master had him say that Teddy was found and they would be returning home. On the way back, the car they were supposedly in plunged deep into a lake. A bit of influence on the local police and they were declared deceased, their bodies never found. Just in case, he made sure one of the lieutenants at the station would contact him if anyone else came investigating. That was unlikely, though. The master made extra sure to cover his tracks.

"As you can see, he is not as handsome or pretty as other offerings. You can of course have him receive cosmetic surgery if you so choose. His age does mean you will receive fewer years of enjoyment as well. Still, his other assets can help compensate for those shortcomings. There's also the whole daddy thing, if you want to go in that direction. Let's start the bidding at ten thousand. Do I hear ten?"

Horny88

"Where, where am I?"

"My home. Do you know why?"

"No."

"Do you know who you are?"

"I'm, my name is, I don't know. Why don't I know? What's happening?"

"I brought you here. I'm going to take care of you. I've started by clearing your mind of so much useless information. Things like who you are and most of your previous life. You won't be needing any of that. How do you feel?"

"Scared. No, that's going away. Now I'm feeling relaxed. Relaxed, but excited."

"When you say excited, do you mean horny?"

"Yes. Looking at you, hearing you talk, it is making me horny."

"Good. That's what I want. I said I'll take care of you, and I will. But I will need something in return."

"What?"

"For you to take care of me. To bring me pleasure. To serve me. To be my slave. Do you want that?"

"I'm not, I'm not sure. I think so. The more I'm with you, yes, the more I want it."

"That's what I want to hear. It will take a little time, but not that long. You are so handsome, so lean, so wonderfully muscular. I had to have you as soon as I saw you. It took months to make sure you Wouldn't be missed, that I could permanently possess you. The moment is soon."

"Yes, I want it. I want to serve you, to please you. How can I do that?"

"I will show you. But first you must demonstrate that you are mine, wholly and utterly. Say the words."

"Words? I don't know. Wait. I do. I do. My will is erased. Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"It's done. Now be with me."

"Yes, master. I am yours."

Horny89

"I spy with my little eye something I'd like to try. Driver, I believe we need a carwash."

"But sir, the car was fully detailed three days ago."

"True, but not by them, or that blonde in particular."

It was early Saturday afternoon. The master was returning from an excellent brunch when he spotted some fraternity guys washing cars for charity. Trying to get as many people as possible, they were all wearing only speedos. The one to whom the master referred had shaggy hair and wore the smallest speedo of all. He looked like he might be a diver or swimmer.

"I see what you mean, sir." The driver pulled into the line. Very soon they had reached the guys, who were not doing the best job. But the ogling they received proved that the quality of the carwash was the last thing on most minds.

A little mental nudge, and the blonde came up to the car. "What'll it be?" he asked the driver.

The master, who had moved over to sit behind the driver, rolled down his window. "Come here, young man, so I can tell you. What's your name, by the way?"

"Billy." He propped his elbows in the window opening.

"Well, Billy, I want something very specific. I need you to listen very carefully, so you get it just right."

"Sure, I'll listen very, very, listen." Billy was caught by the master's eyes. So big and blue, he thought. I could drown in them. I want to drown in them.

"I'll have to make this quick for now. "Your will is erased. You must obey me completely."

"My will is erased," Billy said in a monotone. "I must obey you completely."

"Good. I'm going to tell you my phone number in a moment. You will memorize it and call me as soon as you can, when you can talk for a while. Tonight would be best. Make sure you are alone. After I give you the number, you will return to normal and not remember anything unusual happening. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Respect. That's what I like to hear." The master was already thinking of what he could do with this twinkish hunk. With him and to him. This is my lucky day. But then, for me, aren't they all?

Horny90a

"A vacation?"

"Yes, master," said Dwight. "I hope you don't think I was too presumptuous. You're doing so much, and I thought a break might be nice."

"You have a point. Where were you thinking?"

"Hawaii. Sun, sand, relaxing. And if the mood takes you, islands full of hot Hawaiian hunks to enslave."

"It does sound appealing. When would this trip be, and for how long?"

"I took the liberty of making plane reservations for the end of the month, and a home rental for two weeks on a private beach. Any of which can be changed if you desire, master."

"No, that sounds fine. It'll give me time to make arrangements for my absence. Who knows? Depending on how much I like it, I might extend my stay, or even buy a residence there for future trips. I know you can't help it, but it's so nice to see my slaves so concerned about my wellbeing. Thank you, that will be all."

"You're welcome, master." Leaving, he smiled. The masterling wished he could be there to see the master's expression at the surprise at the end. It would for sure be a vacation that would not be forgotten.

***

A week later, the master was debarking from a plane in Honolulu. Outside the terminal, he saw a bearded muscular man wearing only flowery shorts and flip flops holding a sign saying Ready for use."

"Andrew?"

"Yes sir." He had received pictures of the master several days before, so he recognized him immediately. "At your service. I'll get your things. The limo and driver are over there. But first, a proper island greeting. Aloha, 'olu'olu, I 'olu'olu kou noho 'ana ma Hawaii. Roughly translated, that means Greetings, may your stay in Hawaii be a pleasant one."

Andrew put a wreath of flowers around the master's neck. "It's about three hours to get to your rental. On the way, I'll be giving you a different kind of lay. The house next door to the rental is where I'll be. The masterling has also provided a number of treats there besides me. That is, if you want to stay in. Though you'll probably want to sample the delights the island has to offer, since there's so many from which to choose. I hope you enjoy your visit enough to return as soon as possible."

"I think I might. In fact, I picked up some snacks on the flight. I'd like to bring them along, if there's room. Boys?"

Two young men stepped forward. Lance was blonde, with a stripped sleeveless t-shirt and board shorts. Vince had brown hair, a black short sleeved shirt and board shorts as well.

The two friends were from California, going to Hawaii to watch a surfing competition. Scanning their minds during the flight, the master discovered they were bisexual and had an open causal relationship for the last year. Good, the master thought. It's so nice when they're already experienced. They were on their own, not meeting anybody. Young, attractive, bisexual with no one who would miss them for a day, or possibly two. The flight provided more than enough time to bring the two under the master's sway.

"There's plenty of room, sir. If you'll follow me."

"Of course. Boys, get comfortable." The two pulled off their shirts and tucked them into their pants.

Fifteen minutes later, Andrew and the others were on their knees on the floor of the limo, taking turns on the master's cock. "No gag reflex, Andrew? I like that in a slave. You're doing well too, boys." Lazily watching the Hawaiian scenery going by, the master thought that this had the makings of being the best vacation he had ever had.

Horny90b

Stretching, the master got out of bed. Opening the French doors, he strolled onto the balcony and took in the view.

"Spectacular." The sun was just above the horizon, still covered by haze. The ocean and beach were empty except for some birds.

"Sir?"

The master turned around, startled. He had not even sensed the man entering the room. Barely a man, actually. Lightly reading him, the master learned his name was Taylor. He had just turned twenty-one a few weeks ago, though he looked younger. He had on a white headband, a pink shirt and khaki shorts.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disturb you."

The fact that he had was what surprised the master. He could not remember the last time such a thing happened. He was so relaxed that he had let go of that constant awareness. I did need this, the master thought.

"No, that's quite alright." Refraining from reading Taylor more deeply to find out why he was here, he simply asked, "What brings you here?"

"I was sent to see if you were ready for breakfast downstairs. Or maybe you would like to be served in bed." Taylor slowly pulled of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Lean, smooth chest and abs, he was a vision of youthful beauty.

Getting closed so he could run his hand down Taylors chest, the master said, "Are all the island boys as pretty as you?"

"No, sir. Many are even prettier."

"I'm going to shower. Join me."

"Of course, master." Quickly stepping out of his pants, he followed the master. They spent a while soaping each other, then sucking each other off.

"That was very nice, Taylor. That will be all for now." Seeing the disappointment on his face, the master added. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you. We'll be getting together again before I leave."

"Whenever you want, master. And whatever you want."

***

After breakfast, the master visited the house next door. Andrew was there, as well as quite a few other men. The masterling had indeed provided a wide assortment of options to please him.

However, he felt he had relaxed enough. He wanted to, as Andrew had said when he first arrived, sample the delights the island had to offer. He lay in bed, stretching his mind out. So many choices.

After less than an hour, he had chosen. He planted the call, setting it to lure the man to him late in the afternoon.

Alan jogged down the unfamiliar beach. Why he was not sure. He felt he should be worried, but he was not. He stopped, unsure why he had done that either.

"Right on time. Perfect."

Alan turned and saw the speaker was a large man. Not as large as him. Few were. Alan was six foot six and two hundred seventy pounds of solid muscle. His cock dwarfed that of most men as well. His major league football career ended after a knee injury. Fortunately, he had made smart investments while he was playing, allowing him to retire in Hawaii.

"Yes, you are a big one. More of you to have fun with, and we will be having so much fun."

"I can't move." He was also getting a raging erection. "What's happening?"

"I'm a tourist and want to play with some of the natives. You're not really a native, but when I found you, I just couldn't pass you up. You can't move because I don't want you to move. You can't do anything I don't want you too."

Walking around Alan, he continued. "The fronts very nice, but the back. Outstanding, in every sense of the word. One of the most fuckable asses I've seen in a long time."

"Fuckable? No, you can't."

"Ah ah ah. We've now reached the portion of the evening where protests are no longer needed. Your will is erased. Gone without trace. You are my slave. You must obey. You live to serve me, all night and all day."

"What do you mean, my will is My will is erased. Gone without trace. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day."

"That's better. Well start with some kissing, then work our way to sucking and fucking. How's that sound?"

"Whatever you want, master, just tell me. I will please you any way I can."

"I know, but it's nice to hear. Not out here, though. Well go to my place" The master climbed the wooden staircase to his house, Alan close behind. Once in the bedroom, both shed what little clothing they had on. Kissing shortly commenced.

Eventually, the master said, "That was nice. Lance!" One of the men he had obtained on the flight to Hawaii entered. He was blonde, naked, with a cock even bigger than Alans. "I'm going to fuck you, but Lance is going to get you ready. Douche him thoroughly. When he's really clean, rim him. After he's loosened up, fuck him. You can cum in him when I say. I want it to be the lube for me. Alan, you'll suck me while this is going on until I'm ready to fuck you. Got all that?"

"Yes master," they both said.

"Then let's get to it." It was going to be a long night, thought the master. Long and hard, like everyone's cocks. Hawaii, I'm loving you more every day.

Horny90c

"Well that's something even I don't see every day."

The first sight that greeted the master in the morning was the huge back of the man he had taken over and fucked the previous night. He was standing on the balcony, wearing only underwear.

"No need to cover up, Alan. Stay where you are, but I want to see all of you. And give me a little show."

Alan pulled down his underwear slowly and stepped out of them. He put both hands on his head, flexing his biceps and ass. The silhouette created was magnificent.

"Come back to bed now. There's some morning wood here with your name on it. No, use your mouth." Alan's head bobbed up and down, while the master took in the valleys and hills of his newest slaves outstretched body. His eyes lingered on the mountainous ass. The memories of the night before aroused him even more.

"Take it, you big musclefuck, swallow it all." Alan obeyed, not letting even a drop spill out.

"You're a quick study. I think I'm going to extend my stay another week. Not just because of you. But you are definitely a contributing factor. Now get dressed. You have to return to your regular life. But I will be calling you again. You will return when I do that, won't you?"

"Yes master. Nothing and no one could stop me. I just wish I could stay with you forever."

"I'm going to have that looked into. I would really like you added to my permanent collection. Until then, act normally and await my summons."

"Yes master. Whatever you say."

Horny90d

Days passed, and the master savored more of the fiftieth states bounty, both native and brought from far away.

At a luau one evening, a fire dancer caught his eye. Later, he was sharing the master's bed with an extraordinarily limber college boy as well as a man whose ass rivalled that of Alan, the giant the master had fucked not long after arriving. When he was not trying out the local cuisine, so to speak, the men that the masterling had placed next door helped him pass the time in pleasure.

However, almost two weeks after getting to Hawaii, an unexpected visitor opened a plethora of new possibilities.

"Sir, so sorry to interrupt. There's someone that wants to see you," said Andrew. He had been running things without a hitch since the master had gotten there.

"Really?" The master was not expecting anyone. He was cuddling in bed with a lithe Polynesian boy and a muscular long-dicked Chinese university student. "Just when things were about to get interesting."

He briefly scanned the visitor's mind. "Hm, think I'll have to take this. Have fun while I'm gone, but not too much."

"Yes master."

After quickly getting dressed and going down to the living room, the master told Andrew to bring in the visitor. "This is Mister Thomas Magnum, sir."

"Thank you, Andrew, that will be all." The master liked what he saw. Magnum was tall, with a mustache. He wore a Hawaiian print buttoned shirt opened half way to his belt, showing his extremely hairy chest. Such a nice change from all the smooth ones I usually see, thought the master. Magnum also had on rather short shorts, with a bulge full of promise.

Knowing what Magnum was here for but going through the motions, the master said, "Sit, there's a good boy. What brings you to my humble home away from home?"

Not seeming to notice the odd way the master asked him to sit, Magnum did so. "Well, I'm a private detective and a friend asked me to look into something for her. Something I hope you can help me with."

"I'd be happy to. But you don't need to be so far away." Patting the space on the couch beside him, the master said, "Here, there's a good boy."

Magnum complied. The master smiled. Often, he liked completely dominating men quickly, bring them under his control so he could use them as soon as possible. Sometimes, though, he liked to play with his prey. Each order he gave that Magnum followed would erode some of the detectives will. He did not even realize he was contributing to his own downfall.

"My friends cousin Vince came here with his friend Lance to watch a surfing competition. Vince and his cousin are very close, so it surprised her when she hardly heard from him at all after he got to Hawaii two weeks ago. I did some digging, and I found out that they've been staying here all this time."

"Yes, Vince and Lance. Such nice boys. Oh, by the way, I'm sorry it's so hot in here. You can take off your shirt to feel more comfortable, there's a good boy."

"Sure." It was not really that hot, but it did not matter. The suggestion was followed immediately.

The master continued, "We chatted on the flight over and I took a liking to them. They felt the same, so when I offered to let them stay with me, they happily agreed. You know, you have an amazing body. You don't mind me touching you, there's a good boy."

"No, of course not." The master's hand ran through the thicket on Magnum's chest."

"The guys are actually next door with a number of other men. It's sort of a hostel."

"That's nice that you're letting them stay there for free."

"Not free. They do chores around the place. You know, I've heard that the nipples are one of the most erogenous zones of the body. Just touching them on some people makes them unbelievably aroused. I'd like to see if that's the case with you, there's a good boy."

"I'm ok with that." The master's fingers brushed Magnum's nipples and he shuddered. Squeezing them gently, he moaned and arched his back. A stain appeared on the front of this shorts.

"They do other things to pay their way."

"Other things?"

"You know how men are, especially when they're young. So full of energy, so full of testosterone. So full of, you might say, other things. I provide an outlet for that energy, a release. It's a win-win."

"Sounds, sounds like it." Magnum was finding it difficult to think. He was hornier than he could ever remember being.

"Looks like you could use a release. I could help with that, there's a good boy."

"Yes, I would, please."

"Since you asked so nicely." The master unzipped Magnums shorts. His dick popped out, oozing precum. "Nice that you go commando. Makes this so much easier." The master slowly stroked him, occasionally going down on him and sucking just the head. Minutes passed, and the detectives mind became more consumed with only one thing. Getting off. Yet somehow, he could not.

"Would you like to cum?

"More than, more than anything."

"You just need to do one thing. Say the magic words."

"What, what magic words?"

"I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day. Forever and ever, in every way."

Deep down, Magnum knew there was something wrong. But what harm would it do, just to say some words? More harm if he did not, since his cock and balls were hurting from the pressure.

"And then I can cum?"

"As much as you want."

"Alright. I am your slave. I must obey. I live to serve you, all night and all day. Forever and ever, in every waaaaay!" He screamed the last word as he exploded, raining one milky salvo after another on his hairy chest. The master laughed as he milked every last bit.

Once he was done, the master asked him, "So how do you feel, Mister Magnum?"

"After that, you can call me Thomas. In fact, you can call me anything you want. After all, you're my master now."

"Yes, I am. So nice you realize that now. You want to go and see Vince and Lance?"

"Maybe I should clean up a bit first?"

"Nonsense. There are only slaves there, so no one will mind. They may want to clean you up themselves. By the way, I'll have Vince call his cousin more often to allay her concerns. You'll also tell her he was just caught up in being in Hawaii and has nothing to worry about."

"Of course, master. I Wouldn't want anything to possibly interfere with your pleasure."

"Have you expressed the concerns about Vince to anyone else?"

"I did talk to 5-0, which is where I got the information to find you."

"5-0? Ah, the local constabulary. Who, specifically?"

"The man in charge, Steve McGarrett."

Seeing the image in Magnum's mind, the master said, "I think I need to meet this McGarrett and get to know him better. Get to know him like I've gotten to know you, my dear Thomas.

"And this estate you live on. It's owned by Robin Master's. I may have to find a way of meeting him too." A permanent vacation home would make trips back here so much easier. And he wanted to come back. Of that, there was no longer any doubt.

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"5-0? More like ten out of ten. Don't stop, Steve, you're doing fantastic"

Steve McGarrett was the hunky head of the Hawaii police department, dubbed 5-0 in reference to the state being the fiftieth. He was currently on his hands and knees under his desk giving a blowjob to a man sitting in his chair. More than a man, he thought. My master.

He learned from his newest slave, Thomas Magnum, that the local police knew of concerns about a couple of men he had taken when he first got to Hawaii. Wanting to prevent any potential investigation, he made an appointment to meet the head of the department. The fact that he was so hot was a fringe benefit.

"So, what can I do for you, Mister..?

"No need for names, just my proper title. Master. Let's cut to the chase, Steve, since we don't have a lot of time. Your will is erased. You are my slave. You must obey me completely."

"Master? What are you talking about?"

"Ah, a fighter. Normally I'd like that, but I've got things to see, people to do. You, for one. Let me access that military mindset. McGarrett, salute me and call me sir."

Confused, he said, "Wait, what?" Involuntarily, he saluted, "Sir, yes sir."

"Don't need to be so loud. You will follow my orders. Is that understood?"

"Sir? I mean, yes sir."

"Now say the words I want you to say."

"Sir, yes sir! My will is erased. I am your slave. I must obey you completely."

"Good. Who am i?"

"You are my master, sir."

"And you will do anything for me, correct?"

"Sir, yes sir."

"You'll make sure there are no investigations about me or my slaves."

"Sir, yes sir."

"That's actually mostly what I wanted. Since there's time now before the end of this scheduled meeting, I'll think about what else I want to do with you." Standing, the master said, "Your chair looks rather comfortable. I'll just sit in it while you give me a blowjob."

"Sir, yes sir."

Soon the head of the police department was giving him head. Wonderfully ironic, that. Surprisingly good as well. Reading McGarrett, he learned that when he was in college he had gone through a bisexual phase. It had never led to any fucking, but he had sucked quite a few dicks.

"5-0? More like ten out of ten. Don't stop, Steve, you're doing fantastic"

At that moment, the door burst open and Danny Williams, another policeman and Steve's friend, entered.

"Hey Steve, are we still on for, hey, who are you? Where's Steve?"

"Hess a bit, mmm, busy now. He'll be available later."

"What do you mean, he'll be" Danny trailed off as he saw Steve's shoes poking out from under his desk. "What's going on?"

"I did give you a chance to leave. Though seeing you, I probably would have wanted you anyway. So, quick and dirty. Your will is erased. You must obey me completely."

"No way. I won't, my will is erased. I must obey you completely."

"Shut the door and lock it, so we have no further interruptions. Now face the door. What is it with guys asses here? The concentration of fuckable ones is off the charts. I don't know if it's the air or the water or what. The surfing is probably a contributing factor. I would ask you to join your pal, but there's just not enough room. It's almost time to go anyway.

"Tell you what. I see from your minds that you don't have much to do this Friday night. Thomas Magnum will pick you two up and bring you to me then. Unbutton your shirts, both of you. I see you have the potential for a very nice chest carpet but you do too much trimming. That stops. Let it grow out some. Yours on the other hand, Danno," the master said, using the man's nickname, "is almost as fully developed as Thomas. Keep doing what you're doing. Now button up and get presentable. I'll see you again on Friday."

"Yes, master," they both said.

As the master left, he could not help but think about how hairy things would be getting this Friday. Hairy, in the best way possible.

Horny90f

And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain.

No, not really so dramatic. Just the end of the master's trip. He could have easily extended it another week, or even another month. But he had to get back. There were some things he could not leave in the hands of minions.

Still, this vacation had rested and revitalized him. He was ready to get new slaves on the mainland again.

"Sir?" Andrew, who had become a sort of major-domo, had entered the living room after sunset. "Since you'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, the masterling had a going away gift he wanted you to have the day before you left."

"Really? How thoughtful. What is it?"

"I don't know. Nobody does. He wanted it to be a complete surprise. It's a cave about an hour away on the coast. Written instructions will arrive later today."

"Hope it's not a tiki idol. That didn't turn out too well for the Brady bunch."

"All he said was that there was no doubt you love it."

"Well then, until tomorrow. I'll be going to bed soon. Send over a couple of guys from next door. Surprise me. Not Lance and Vince, though. I want to end my trip like it began, with you and them."

"Thank you, sir. I look forward to it."

***

When the two arrived, there was a third who was even more of a surprise than expected.

"Lewis?" The huge man had on sunglasses. The t-shirt and ripped jeans the bodybuilder wore did little to hide his immensely muscular body. He was the envy of many other bodybuilders. The master had acquired Lewis quite some time ago, placing him in his gallery more than once. As a statue, he was beautiful. When mobile, he was like art in motion.

"Dwight sent me. He gave me the directions to your present. I'm supposed to be your skirt when you go there. No, not skirt. Uh, escort. That's it, escort." An image of the bodybuilder wearing a bright red dress with a short skirt popped into the master's mind, making him chuckle. Lewis unquestionably was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. However, wit and conversational skills were not why the master had enslaved him. His bisexuality, though, had been a bonus.

"I'm glad he did. It has been a while. Why don't you take off your shirt and do some poses for me?"

Wasting no time, Lewis tore off the shirt. The men who had come with him all gasped.

"Yes, you're in for a treat, guys. Enjoy the show."

Lewis flexed, displaying his shredded torso and arms. He turned so they could see his wide back tapering down to his almost unnaturally narrow waist.

"Let's see the rest." Lewis slowly pulled down his jean, exposing his tight meaty ass. Moments later, he was completely naked.

"Wow," said one, a shirtless muscular Chinese student wearing track pants and a baseball cap that the master had met outside a hotel. "You can say that again," added the other, a lean brunette Latino model who only had on a blue speedo who was found on the beach during a photoshoot.

"Yes, he does have a rather uplifting effect when one sees him like this. Go on, guys, try him out. There's plenty of him to go around. I'll watch for now."

The three men dove on Lewis like starving animals. He was like an all-you-can-eat buffet with no vegetables, only meat, meat and more meat.

The bodybuilder drank in the attention he received. It was part of why he put in all the hard work to get his body into ultrapeak condition. Yet there was only one man whose admiration and love he truly wanted, truly needed. Looking at his master smiling at him, he knew he had it and would be getting more of it. Tonight, he would make up for their lost time together. He would once again show the master how happy he was that he had been enslaved so long ago.

Finally ready for more direct intimacy, the master said, "Time to get up close and personal. Join me, gentlemen. Let's make tonight a real blowout."

***

Hours later, when everyone was ready to fall into a cum coma, the master sent everyone away except Lewis. "Let's spoon, big guy."

When dawns light spilled into the bedroom, the master woke and looked over at the still sleeping Lewis. He really is a work of art. My work of art. It's tempting to sell him, since I could get so much for him. No, Lewis is a keeper. In no hurry to get out of bed, the master drifted off to sleep again.

He woke again around nine. "Rise and shine, big boy. Let's go down for breakfast."

"Can't I go down on you again?" He got out of bed and went down on one knee. He ran his hands along his ass and the gigantic tattooed thigh closest to the master. "You want me, don't you?"

"You do know how to tempt me. But much as I'd like another crack at that crack, my peter is petered out after last night. It's going to take me a while to recover. After breakfast, you can take me to get my present. Tonight, you can join the going away party."

***

Andrew drove the master and Lewis in a Ferrari to the site of the present. The master had so liked the one that Magnum drove that he had one leased for the rest of his stay.

Leaving the driver with the car, the master and Lewis climbed down a sloping hill to a rocky grotto. Entering carefully, Lewis shone a flashlight ahead of them. "How far in do we have to go?"

"I'm not sure, but I was told not far. We just need to follow the lights on the ground." Looking down, the master saw blotches of glow-in-the-dark paint. Well planned, he thought.

As they went further in, the master sensed something. Not a person or an animal. A presence, but not a mind. Curiouser and curiouser.

They entered a large chamber, about twenty feet high and fifty feet across. On a wall opposite was a large carved niche. Something was there. It glowed, but a different color than the paint. It was blue. In fact, it was the exact shade of blue that sometimes manifested when the master or Dwight demonstrated their powers.

As he focused on it, the object glowed brighter. It was as disk, metallic, attached to a base somewhere between one to two feet wide. A round base. When he was closer, he could make it out better.

"Oh god, it's the crown." He had been searching so long for the Mantle of Infinity. Flynn Crane, his archaeological protege, had discovered it was not one artifact but three. A crown, a scepter and a necklace. The last time they had talked, Flynn said he had a lead on the first two. He had not heard anything since, and that was many months ago.

Yet Flynn must have found the crown recently and told Dwight first. Knowing his flair for the dramatic, the master was not surprised it was being revealed to him this way.

It was genuine too. He could feel it. The power radiating from it was palpable. Even without wearing it, he could feel his mind expanding. He could read Lewis's mind easily, but also Andrews. His telepathy had never extended so far before. Stretching his mind, he felt the people driving by on the road outside.

Trying to reach back to the hose where he was staying, his head started to hurt and he became dizzy. Lewis caught him as he stumbled.

"Master, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm, I'm fine. I was not expecting that."

"Oh, Dwight gave me a letter. I'm supposed to read it when you saw your present. I'm sorry, I forgot." Pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, Lewis smoothed it out and started reading.

"Master, as you should see now, the crown of the Mantle of Infinity has been discovered. Young Flynn is still looking for the other two pieces. He said you should be careful since it is not complete, and not to put it on until all the pieces are together. There is a carrying box on the ground in front of it, lined with silver. That shields from the effects it might have on us. Lewis can put the crown inside so you can bring it back with you.

"I hope you enjoyed your trip, and I look forward to your return. May this present please you and may you continue to allow me to please you forever.

"That's it, master. Can I put it in the box now?"

"Yes, that would probably be best." It was difficult not to try accessing the crown again. Putting it in the box was the safest thing to do to avoid that temptation.

"Carry the box and let's get back to the car. We have to get ready for the going away party." Ill also have to think of a suitable reward for the vacation and this present, he thought. Hard to imagine what would that would be, but he would think of something. For now, the party tonight was the priority. He really wanted to celebrate now. A full-on orgy, that's the ticket. All the guys next door and as many of the men he had enslaved that could attend without raising concerns. Magnum for sure, and those two studly cops Steve and Danno. This was going to be a night like this island had never seen and would never see again.

Well, until the next time I'm here.

Horny91

"Dwight, I'll be at your place this evening."

"Of course, sir," answered the masterling.

The master hung up. He had returned from his Hawaiian vacation several days ago and was still feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time. Dwight ending it with having the crown of the Mantle of Infinity given to him before he left made it unforgettable.

It had taken some time to figure how to properly reward the masterling. A large cash bonus was obvious, though a good place to start. How it was delivered, that would make it special.

Driving to Dwight's house later and parking in front on the street, he said to the passengers, "Stay in the car. Five minutes after I'm inside, come and stand on the front porch. Remain there until I get you."

"Yes master."

After going in, the master and Dwight sat on a cozy couch. "I have to truly thank you for that vacation. I think I needed it more than I realized. Getting part of the Mantle too, amazing."

"Thank you, master. I am glad you were pleased."

"More than pleased. Hers something to show my appreciation." The master handed him an envelope. Opening it, he saw it was stuffed with twenty-dollar bills.

"Master, you didn't have to."

"I did, though. That's just the start." Getting up, he opened the front door. "Come in, come in." Two men entered. Both were tall and wore long sleeved shirts and jeans. One was blonde and looked like a football quarterback. "This is Matt." The other was bigger and had brown hair. "This is Duncan."

"They have more cash on them, in larger denominations. You can take it from them however you want. You can also do whatever you want with them, since I'm giving them to you."

"Giving them to me?"

"Yes. Permanently. You can keep them, sell them, whatever you want. I mean, if you like them."

"Like them? Yes, I like them, very much."

"I may have to give you more gifts in the future, since I don't think this is enough, but we'll see. I'm going to go so you can start getting to know them better."

"Go? But master, please, stay."

"No, I don't want you to be inhibited by my presence. Have fun with them. Though if you want to tell me in the future what you do to them, I'm fine with that. Night, Dwight."

"How can we please you, master?" asked Matt.

"For starters, get out of your clothes, both of you. Matt, suck off Duncan."

"Do you want me to suck you while he's doing that," said Duncan, "or are you going to fuck one of us."

"Neither. Watching you is enough for now."

"As you wish, master."

Dwight leaned back into his couch. What was he going to do with them? So many options. They were his, completely, though. He had as much time to decide as he wanted, tonight and the rest of their lives. As he said earlier, watching was enough for now.

Horny92

"How do you like it?" asked the real estate agent. He had shown the man several houses this week. None seemed to meet the customers standards.

"Not bad. The underwear looks much nicer."

When they saw the third house, the man had suggested he get comfortable by taking off most of his clothes. Never having done so before with a stranger, especially a man, when the customer said it, the idea seemed completely reasonable. He stripped down after going inside every house since then without even being asked.

"Pablo, really?" The agent always dressed well, but since no one saw his underwear, he did not see a need for anything fancy. He normally wore them until they were falling apart, then would get new ones. "I'm getting you something better." He did so and now Pablo wore one of the pair of boxer briefs he was given.

Groping Pablo's very large bulge, the man said, "When you have a package like that, it deserves the best wrapping."

"I'm, I'm glad you like it." A distant part of his mind felt like it was warning him, screaming at him, but he ignored it. If the client was happy, it was more likely he would make a sale.

"I do. Let's go back to the bedroom." It was always how the tour ended. He liked to test out the bed and see how the room looked from its perspective. Pablo had gotten used to being fucked in various positions so the man could examine the walls and ceiling. It did not even hurt even more. In fact, it felt pretty good. Whatever it takes to get that commission, he thought.

Horny93

"Hello officer. Here's my license and registration. What seems to be the problem?"

"You were speeding. Fifty-five in a forty mile an hour zone."

"I'm so sorry. I was in such a hurry I didn't even realize. Something else wrong, officer Anderson? Is that your first name or last?"

"First. Your eyes, they're so blue."

"They are, aren't they? You can relax. Nothing here to worry about. You just want to let me off with a warning, right?"

"Yes, just a, just a warning. Don't speed, not good."

"It isn't. I'll be more careful in the future, Andy. I'm going to call you Andy, if that's OK."

"Only friends call, call me Andy."

"But I am your friend. Your very good friend. You can trust me completely."

"Friend. Trust you. Completely. Call me Andy."

"That's better. This job must make you so tense. Taking your shirt off will help you unwind. Do that for me, and yourself, Andy."

"Shirt? can't take off here. But trust you. Will take off shirt."

"Good. If breaking the law means running into cops like you, maybe I should do it more often. That chest is fantastic. I'd love to see the rest, but not now. Hers my phone number. Call me when you get off work, so we can meet more privately and have some fun. How about pretending I'm in jail and you're a guard? I get the drop on you and rape your virgin ass. How does that sound?

"Bad, sounds bad, don't want to be raped."

"I think deep down you do. Remember, you can trust me. If I say you'll like being raped, you will."

"No, won't like, will I, being, like it, yes, like being raped if you say. Trust you."

"You won't remember any of this, of course. Just that you pulled a guy over for speeding and gave him a warning. I look forward to meeting again, where we can spend more time together. Have a pleasant rest of your shift, Andy."

Horny94

"Hey, man. Don't I, like, know you?"

"Yes. You, as you so eloquently put it, like, know me."

"Man, you talk fancy."

"If you call using proper English fancy, then yes, I do. That's what I like about you, Randy. You have so little room for extraneous thought in that tiny head of yours. Well, tiny compared to the rest of you."

"Thanks. I mean, wait. What?"

"Let's clear some of the fog from your brain. We'll start small. How about what's happened to you over the last six months?"

"Dude, I can barely remember what happened six hours ago. Whoa. I'm, like, remembering." Randy backed away. "You made me do stuff."

"If by stuff, you mean huge amounts of sex, then yes, I did."

"This is so not cool. I'm getting out of here, man."

"Why? You liked it so much. I mean, really liked it. Remember?"

"No. I mean, maybe." Randy stopped, His eyes rolled back in his head, then closed. He groped his crotch, which was bulging now.

"That's more like it. You want it now, don't you?"

"Oh, man, I want it, I really want it. I need to get fucked real bad."

"That can be arranged. Why don't you get rid of those board shorts and get my dick nice and wet so it can slide in your ass easier. That's right. Mmm, that feels so good. The master grabbed Randy's head, forcibly face fucking him. The young man moaned in pleasure. Such a nice way to end the day, thought the master.

Horny95

"Where am I?" Quinn asked. "What's happening?"

Quinn was one of the top corporate espionage agents. When he graduated high school years ago, he never imagined this was the path his life would take.

He started modelling in college. His easy-going manner and work ethic made him a popular choice for photographers. That manner and looks also caused him to be hit on by his fellow models, both female and male. He politely turned away the men, but took full advantage of the female attention.

Majoring in business and computer science, he learned how to best use the money he got. When he graduated, he had a tidy nest egg already.

Near the end of his modelling days, he had been approached by people interested in having him apply his skillset differently. One thing led to another, leading to his current occupation. With what he was making now and his investments, he could retire when he was thirty-five.

Not that he would, necessarily. But it was nice to have options.

Currently, Quinn was working with a financial firm trying to find out what was making one of their rivals so successful. He liked to start on a personal level, casually talking to the female employees to get preliminary information.

But there were almost no women working at the firm. The few that were there were in low level positions, with no access to what he wanted.

The men he talked to who might have access all politely declined to tell him anything useful. After the fourth or fifth one he talked too, he noticed some odd similarities, which continued as he talked to more. All were remarkably good looking, very muscular, or both. Even a couple of the IT guys he chatted with were undeniably sexy. Several were better looking than any of the models with which he used to work.

Also, they all hit on him. If it was just two or three, he could understand, but it was everyone. Every single one. There was nothing in their hiring policies that said that only gay or bisexual men could work at the firm. Yet every man seemed to be. He used that, flirting with them to try and find out what he had been hired for, but it did not work.

Quinn tried accessing their internal servers, but their firewalls were stronger than businesses much larger than them. That left him with only one option. Breaking and entering.

He never liked that option, due to the risks. But that was why he was paid so much. He had never been caught before, and he did not plan on breaking that winning streak.

A few nights later, he got to the firm an hour before closing. He hid in the women's bathroom, expecting it would be the last place anyone would look. While he waited for the building to clear, he went over his plans on the laptop he had brought. He wanted to be prepared for every conceivable contingency.

At midnight, he cautiously left the bathroom and headed for his target, the servers in the basement. He used the elevators instead of the stairs to leave less of a potential record of his presence. Once there, he connected the laptop to the access scanner. A few keystrokes and he was in.

He scoped the layout. He was alone and everything was where he thought it would be. He went to the main server and hooked it up to the laptop. Just as he was about to start, a voice behind him said, "Persistent, aren't you?"

Quinn whipped around. A large man was standing there. From his research, he recognized the man as the owner of this firm. How did he get in here without me hearing him? Quinn thought.

The man was bigger than him, but Quinn had studied martial arts so he would be prepared for any situation. He could still salvage this. Knock the guy out, get the info, be out before he woke up. He just needed to get closer.

But he could not. He tried, but could not move his feet.

"Some might find that persistence aggravating. I find it admirable. When it's directed at me, I admit it's annoying, but I can also appreciate it.

"I know everything that goes on at my firm, so when you started snooping around, I was apprised of it immediately. Smart hiding in the women's restroom. Security cameras caught you. They are everywhere, even though they aren't visible.

"I could have had security arrest you, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to meet the tenacious agent provocateur who so desperately wanted to find out more about my little firm.

"I had you researched. You have an impressive record. Have to say, your pictures and the security footage don't do you justice. You are, as the saying goes, hot as fuck."

Quinn was desperately trying to move, to even speak, but to no avail. It was like he was no longer in control of his own body.

"You aren't. I am. I can read minds as well as control them. Handy, don't you think? Oh, you can speak now."

"How are you doing this? What the hell are you?"

"Just a guy. Maybe a mutant. Not really sure. Since college I've been able to do what I'm doing to you right now." The man smiled. The way he did it, however, made Quinn more scared than he already was. "Though after a recent trip, I'm hoping to be able to do so much more."

The man came closer. "I've been thinking what to do with you after I found about what you were doing. Killed? That would be such a waste. Make you forget we even met and send you back to your employers with false information? Possibly. Or you could work for me, exclusively. Which sounds best to you?"

"Letting me go?"

"Sorry, not an option."

"Given death, mindwipe or working for you, I'd pick what's behind door number three."

"Thought you might. I was leaning in that direction anyway. There'll be some adjustments I'll need to make so you can better fit into our corporate structure. But first, I'd like to see more of what I'll be getting." The man snapped his fingers.

Suddenly he was several feet away. "Nice and toned and lean." Quinn realized that he was not wearing a shirt. Did he teleport it away?

"Nope. I can only affect minds, not anything physical. Not yet, anyway. I like the upper half. Let's see if the rest is equally as appetizing." He snapped his fingers again.

Now Quinn was facing the server. He had nothing on now but his skimpy underwear, which he had pulled in back all the way below his buttcrack.

"Now that is a mighty fine ass," the man said, slapping it. "So firm and fuckable."

"Wait. No. I'll work for you, fine, but I'm straight. I didn't agree to get fucked."

"Not yet. But after I'm done tinkering with your head, you'll be begging to get fucked six ways from Sunday." He snapped his fingers.

What is going in and out of my mouth? Quinn wondered. It was like a long fat hot dog, but was unlike anything he had ever tasted. A little salty, but good. Very good. In fact, he loved the taste. He bit down.

"No, no, no teeth. That's better. You are a natural. Hardly had to do any coaching. Considering how many blowjobs you've been on the receiving end, that's not a big surprise. Keep sucking, baby."

I'm sucking a guy's dick? Quinn screamed in his head. He spit it out and moved back.

"Where am I?" Quinn asked. "What's happening?"

He was on his hands and knees naked in front of the owner, whose hard dick was pointing straight at him. Now aware of his surroundings, he saw he was in the back of a limousine. There was another man seated behind him.

"This is Reuben. Can you believe he used to think he wasn't attractive? No, really. Fortunately, I was able to open his eyes to his true beauty."

Reuben was wearing jeans and no shirt. Tattoos were scattered over his chest and arms. He had a well-trimmed goatee and beard and icy blue eyes. Quinn thought he was one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen.

Hold on, I'm straight, Quinn thought. Why am I thinking about hm that way? Or the owner, who was even more gorgeous? His cock started hardening with the idea of being with two men this hot.

No, stop, this isn't right.

"But it is, Quinn, it is. You're finding your inner gay. It'll take over completely before long. Let's continue with that." The owner snapped his fingers.

Now he was sucking the dicks of both of them. He should stop, but the taste, the smell, it was intoxicating, even addictive. He wanted more of them in his mouth. So good, it was so good.

The owner snapped his fingers.

His ass. There was something in his ass. Turning around, he saw the owner was fucking him.

"No, stop, please stop."

"Your mouth says no, but your ass says yes. Besides, you're doing more of the work than I am."

Quinn realized it was true. He was pushing back, fucking himself on the owner's dick. This is wrong, he thought. This should hurt, he thought. But it doesn't. It's better than having it in my mouth.

The owner snapped his fingers.

Now there was a dick in his mouth as well as in his ass. He did not know whose was whose. It did not matter. More. He wanted more.

The owner smiled. "You'll have more. As much as you want. But you'll have to give yourself over to me, totally. Mind and body. When I cum inside you, there'll be no turning back. You'll be mine forever, like Reuben and so many others. If you don't want that, just stop."

Quinn barely heard the owner. A vanishing part of him begged him to stop, screamed at him to stop. But he ignored that part. So much more of him wanted this, wanted to serve, wanted to be used. He worked on the cocks inside him more vigorously.

This was entertaining, he thought. Alternating Quinn between robotic obedience and full awareness of what was happening to him was an intense turn-on. Using it as part of the process to enslave him was something he had never considered, but after today he might have to try it again.

"I get that answer loud and clear. Reuben, let's make it official."

"Yes master."

Reuben exploded in Quinn's mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but some trickled out. The owner rammed into Quinn, shooting again and again, filling his newest slave.

The owner and Reuben switched positions. The owner did not snap his fingers again. He did not need to. What's done is done. The rest of the night would be nothing but fun.

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"Wake up, Sterling. Time to rejoin the world." The master helped him off the pedestal.

"How long," he said hoarsely, "have I been here?"

"About two years."

The master had made him a display in his private gallery of living art. Deeply entranced, his bodily functions lowed to a minimum, he was unaware of the passage of time.

The master had brought him to minimal consciousness every few months to check his health. After some mild exercise, he was returned to the gallery and his statue-like state.

However, a new slave he acquired inspired the master to replace Sterling in the gallery. He would have done it sooner, but until now none seemed quite right.

"Sorry it took so long. You are a hard act to follow. I missed you." He did miss Sterling. There was a certain tenderness he had that was rare in his slaves. A frequent side effect of conversion. It was such a small detail, but he treasured the slaves that still had it, like Sterling.

"Take him to the kitchen," the master instructed one of the other slaves. "He hasn't had a thing to eat in a very long time."

As Sterling was led away, the master called out, "Come in, Jacques." Another man came in. He was nude and pale, though not as much as Sterling. But he had the same lean defined physique, and was more classically handsome.

"Up on the pedestal." Jacques wordlessly complied. He was already in a mild trance. The master began the deepening process. Soon there would be a new statue on display. This time, though, the master would change him within six months. He would now make sure there were some slaves that did not get much sun. more porcelain beauties to replace Jacques.

Much as he appreciated the unmoving occupants of the gallery, having them mobile, breathing, moaning, screaming in ecstasy had its own rewards. Fortunately, he had more than enough slaves to satisfy him, either way.

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He remembered it like it was yesterday.

Aiden had finished working out late at the university gym. He liked it at night, when he could exercise without people distracting him. A running back, he hoped to go professional, so he took every opportunity to work out he could get.

Finishing showering in the locker room, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He headed back to his clothes to get dressed and leave.

"What have we here?"

"Where did you come from?" asked Aiden, startled.

"My home. I wanted to get out, and I decided to come here. The smell of the gym, the idea of all you young men pumping and grunting." The man was tall and muscular. He was dressed casually, in a t-shirt, shorts and sandals. However, he carried himself like a man used to wearing suits every day. Aiden found him very imposing. "Then I find you. It's like it was meant to be."

It was a little scary, being alone with this stranger. This very attractive stranger. Aiden was bisexual, but leaned more towards women. This man, though, was definitely sexy. His cock slowly hardened.

"Seems you like what you see," the stranger said, looking at Aiden's crotch. "I think that buzzcut doesn't do you any favors. Besides that, I'm liking what I'm seeing. I'd like to see more."

"Um, I don't even know you."

"In situations like this, does it really matter? OK, a bit about me, then. I own a very profitable equity firm. I'm a large donator to the archaeology department as well as the athletic department. I like to keep tabs on all my investments, so I know about almost every athlete here. Like you, Aiden. Your record here is outstanding. Are you thinking of going pro?"

"I, I am, yeah."

"A professional career. Maybe even some modelling on the side. Money. Fame. Women, Men. I could help you with that. I'm very well connected." The stranger was close. He put his hand on Aiden's chest over his heart, which was beating so fast.

"I don't know."

"You're young, your whole life ahead of you. I could make that life so much better. I just want a little something in return." The stranger was looking down at the bulge under Aiden's towel.

"Aren't there, like rules against that?"

"I won't tell if you won't. Besides, I can tell the offer I'm making really doesn't matter. You want me, don't you?"

"I kind of do."

"Only kind of?" The stranger moved his hand over Aiden's chest. He shivered, but not because it was cold.

"OK. More than kind of."

"You see? That wasn't hard." His hand moved below Aiden's waist and squeezed. "Unlike you." Aiden closed his eyes and moaned.

"Go ahead. Show me more."

Aiden pulled the towel off and let it drop to the floor. His cock sprang up, no longer confined. It was thin, pointing up at a 45-degree angle from his body. It was long, too.

"Eight inches?"

"Nine and a quarter."

"You still measure your dick size in fractions. That's adorable." The stranger stroked Aiden, causing precum to ooze out. Using that as lubrication, he stroked faster, Aiden thrust in and out of the stranger's fist.

"You are raring to go. I like that. You also look good enough to eat. Let's check that, shall we?" The stranger got on his knees and had most of Aiden's cock in his mouth in moments. Man, Aiden thought, this guy really knows how to make you feel good. It's like he can read my mind.

After several minutes the stranger stood and took off his clothes. He was even more imposing naked. Imposing and arousing. This guy could make straight guys reconsider their sexuality, Aiden thought. Lucky for me, I don't have to worry about that.

"Your turn." The stranger's cock was almost as long as Aiden's, but thicker. It was hard and horizontal, pointing right at him. Mesmerized, he got on his knees and tried to give as good as he got.

"That's good, Aiden. Very good," the stranger said, holding his head and gently guiding him. "Get it nice and wet. It's the only lube you'll get."

He's going to fuck me. Aiden was mostly a top, and only been on the receiving end a few times. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't his favorite thing. He had a feeling, however, that this man could change that.

The stranger stopped him, pulling him to his feet. They lightly kissed. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to walk funny for days," the stranger whispered.

"I've never been fucked by anyone so, so big before. Is it OK if you go slow?"

"Of course. To start with, sure. But you'll be begging to get slammed before you know it."

Aiden laughed nervously. He was intimidated, but more turned on than he could ever remember. He bent over, gripping the edge of a bench, spreading his legs apart. Turning his head back, Aiden said, "Go for it."

The stranger pushed in, breaching the resistance. It doesn't hurt, Aiden thought. It's always hurt before, at least some.

Further and further inward he went. Then he reached a place within. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming. Aiden threw his head back, groaning, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head.

The stranger pulled out and pushed in again, hitting the same spot. He started going faster, but always hitting that place. Precum was leaking from Aiden all over the floor. God, this is the best sex I've ever had, thought Aden. He did not want it ever to end.

But everything ends. "I'm almost there, almost there." The stranger yelled, then discharged like a cannon over and over. When he was done, he fell onto Aiden's back. He reached underneath, griping his cock, which erupted at the mere touch. The stranger milked Aiden until he was equally as drained.

Breathing heavily, the stranger said, "Was it good for you too?"

"It was probably better. Fuck, that was fantastic."

"And you, young man, are a fantastic fuck. We will have to do this again sometime. I'll give you my phone number and address to arrange another get together. Maybe have some of the other slaves there participate."

"Slaves?"

"Slaves. Men subject to my every whim, eager to do anything I ask. Like you are now."

"What do you mean? I'm not," Aiden stopped. He was going to say he was a slave. But that wasn't true. Not anymore.

He wasn't afraid, though he thought he should be. He felt only desire to be with the master, to obey the master. His master.

"Earlier while I was devouring your tasty cock, you thought it was like I was reading your mind. I was. Reading it and changing it. When we came, that sealed the deal. What were you going to say?"

"I am your slave. What can I do for you? I'll do anything."

"What we did was a good start. When we get together again, we can discuss what else you can do for me. And me for you."

"You don't have to do anything for me."

"I know, but I like to. Besides, it will allow you to server me even better. I think we're going to have a long relationship, that will be beneficial to both of us."

"If you say so, master."

"I do, Aiden. I do."

That had been years ago. The master had been true to his word, as if there had been any doubt. Aiden was now on the Miami Anhingas, and had helped the master enslave some of his team members.

He had also done some modelling, growing his hair out. This was partly for the modelling but mostly for the master. Women threw themselves at him, and some men. Aiden had everything the master had promised to him, and more. But none of it was important. Only satisfying the master mattered. If living this life made him happy, then he was happy.

The master promised that when he retired, Aiden could live with him and his favored slaves. That would make him even happier. He hoped that would happen before he suffered any major injuries. He wanted to able to fully please the master.

Soon, he hoped. Let it be soon.