The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I used to think it was something of a failing, this lack of attraction to “my own kind”—by which I mean typical gay men. I’d go to clubs or baths or parks and the men there would leave me cold. Which doesn’t mean I didn’t do anything in those places, but that my heart was never really caught up in any of it. And the usual fetishes didn’t do anything at all for me. But I’d be, say, at some club and someone across the room would catch my eye and my heart would beat faster—the only eyes in the place that would catch mine—and I’d be trying to catch their attention and signal my interest... and if I got drunk enough or was stoned enough, I’d make a move—always to find out that it was some straight guy there to be supportive of a brother or a cousin or a room-mate. The only fetish that has ever made me hard was for straight guys. Those guys who like rubber and boots and leather biker jackets—they’ve got it easy in comparison to me.

I was raised on a farm, in a rural community. The first sex I had was with cowhands and fruit-pickers. They called it “corn-holing” and saw it as something guys did together when women weren’t available. And I guess if I still lived there I’d probably still be a stand-in to a lonely brute, for a cold-blooded girlfriend or a wife who was knocked up and couldn’t manage to get too excited about her husband.

But, as luck would have it, I turned out to be a computer genius. I have no idea how my background or my genes made me so, but there you have it. The first computer I saw was a broken one. I had it working in a matter of hours. Within months I was writing programs. Before I graduated from high school I had been approached by several large companies and universities wanting to take charge of my education if I would only allow them to give me whatever I wanted.

Of course what I wanted to say to those recruiters was, “Give me your son—or your daughter’s boyfriend—or your gardener... or yourself.” But I was young and naive and intimidated. If I had it all to do over again, I might even say that. They might even agree to my terms. I don’t know. I’m more than happy with the way things have turned out.

So off to the big city I went to learn everything I could learn. It was difficult for them to keep up. After a while, they mostly made sure I had everything I needed and then tried to understand what it was I was doing and how they could use it in some practical ways. At that point I could still have said, “Give me the garbage man who cleans out the waste-baskets—give me the swimming coach—give me your brother-in-law for a night.” But I was getting laid as much as I wanted, if not by the men I wanted, and I figured I was just lacking in some way. Maybe therapy would help? It didn’t. In the end I concluded that whatever gift made me so insightful in the land of binaries and codes and program relationships was somehow related to the quality that made most gay guys happy with each other. I had one in plenty; but not the other. So long frustrated in my fetish, I began to require not only that the man be unwilling, but that he be subjected to my increasingly sadistic impulses.

I had enough money to hire “straight” hustlers and I tried that a few times but, really, it didn’t satisfy. Some vibration in them all made me feel like they were only pretending their disinterest. My money made them feel okay about something they would have been willing to do, but were not brave enough to admit to. I wanted men who wouldn’t consider making it with another man under any circumstances, not for any money in the world. And I wanted them to cry and whimper as I tortured them, mentally and physically.

I was only 25 when I discovered the programming language that allowed me to create a form of artificial intelligence that could be inserted into any computer to track the decision making and responses of the user and replicate that human intelligence. The implications, were, of course, huge—such a program could soon do away with most jobs that required keyboarding skills—we could begin now to think of robotics and of replicating what had seemed to be singular intelligences... if Einstein had used my program while he worked on spreadsheets we’d have an artificial intelligence that would make the decisions he would have made. The government stepped in to take my program for their own use immediately and in exchange for it and for my silence, they had the university I was attached to make me a full professor with no teaching duties, a research budget that would have supported the state I was born in and no one to report to.

What to do next with my life, I wondered? I was so horny once the obsession of completing my program was over. I hadn’t had really satisfying sex since I was about seventeen and left home. Even on my trips back to the farm—I was now a city boy, not one of “them”—and the simple exchange of fluids by two country guys that had cemented the image of my desire was no longer possible. I figured it was time to start working on something for myself.

So I began. It took a year and then I was ready for my first experiment.

It was very late but I knew he’d be there after all the others had gone off to more comfortable lives. I’d noticed him a few years ago when he first began studying at the university. He was too beautiful to simply melt in with the other freshmen, and by the end of his first year he had been written up in the student paper for his achievements; by the end of his second year he had been written up in the awards newsletter as a double scholarship recipient; by the end of his third year he was a common figure in the sports pages of the city paper. He was famous for how fast and far he’d come. A boy from a poor backwoods family—white trash one would call them—who had come to university on a scholarship and managed to become the star of the football team, our champion swimmer and an honour roll student. For the last year I had been tracking his movements and I now knew his whole schedule. I watched him swimming laps from the stands, back and forth, lithe and quick-turning as a seal in the water. His tanned body rippled with muscles as he moved from one end to the other and back again, over and over, legs scissoring and his butt in tight blue speedos pumping. His concentration was so superb that I don’t think he even noticed me watching him.

He pulled himself out of the pool and shook off the excess water like a puppy. He was only a few years younger than me but I felt so much older. 6′2″, 190 pounds and not an ounce of fat. I admired his smooth brown nipples and the bulge in the front of his wet trunks as he padded off to where the gym was.

I followed him slowly, my laptop computer case slung over my arm. I wanted him a little pumped from the weight machines I knew he finished his exercise routine with, with a sheen of sweat. And I would have what I wanted.

For the last year I had worked with the best hypnotists in the country, paying them exorbitant fees to keep them quiet. Stage hypnotists, Doctors treating addicts, lay practitioners treated stressed out executives, dominant leather-men and their hypnotised slaves, cultists with their mind-control subjects and pseudo-spiritual healers and their hopeless patients. With each one I had carefully entered into my program their methods, their trail of decisions... everything about the experience that I could think of. And now I had the result—a little program that could run on my laptop, without the knowledge of the computer user.

He glanced up at me and nodded as I entered the gym, then continued his work on the pec deck, obviously thinking I was there for a late swim or work-out and assuming I would walk past him to the locker rooms. I stood patiently as he strained to complete his set, confident enough in my invention that I did not even pretend not to be admiring his chest and bulging arms and the pouch of his genitals as he moved. He looked increasingly suspicious of me as I let my eyes slowly rove over the body that I’d be more closely examining very soon. Finally he finished his count and then released the weights...

“Yeah?” It was obvious that he was trying hard to be polite when he wanted to tell me to fuck off. I felt my own cock stir at the idea of his trained civility warring with his impulse to smack me out of the way. Soon I’d be seeing more of that war, indeed.

“I am a professor in the computer department. My name is Dr. Locke but I prefer Brian.”

“Oh.” His face molded into a more polite form. He knew his place in the hierarchy of students and professors. “My names’s Jake. Can I help you with something?”

“I know who you are, Jake. You’re something of a legend on campus.”

He blushed attractively and shrugged.

“I’m afraid I’ve worked very late tonight—I have been designing a new program... it is sort of an interactive teaching tool that can actually increase receptivity and memory... and my assistant has gone home for the night. There is no one in the department at all and I would very much like to try it out on someone besides myself, so that I can sleep tonight. It’s been rather a long haul with this program... I’m so sorry to interrupt you when you are working out but I wondered if I could impose on you...”

“I’m sorry, Professor, I don’t know much about computers beyond word-processing and how to check my e-mail.”

“That’s not a problem. The whole thing is quite self-evident and at the end of it you should feel more intelligent, more capable of success. It’s all quite subjective and I don’t think you’ll have much trouble at all.” I knew this would hook this notorious over-achiever.

“Well, uh, sure, I guess I could give it a shot. I’m about done here anyway. Do you mind if I shower first?”

I nearly sighed. Watching him shower one last time as his own man would be so lovely.

“That would be just fine. I really don’t mean to trouble you and I appreciate your willingness.”

He smiled and said he’d just be a moment, obviously thinking I would wait for him here in the weight room. Instead I followed him, increasingly excited by his shy, nervous glances at me. In the locker room he looked at me a bit more closely, as if trying to figure out what I was up to and why I was looking at him so brazenly and hungrily. Then I suppose he decided I was just another nerd professor so excited by his newest project that I’d forgotten how to behave in a locker room, in a man’s world.

He shrugged and pushed his speedos to the floor. His cock flopped free of the tight spandex and I eyed it greedily. It was pale pink, thick, surrounded by curly gold hairs and his balls hung heavily below. He looked annoyed and puzzled at my gaze and I smiled at him very sweetly, as if he must be misunderstanding my examination. He turned quickly and went to the showers and, glancing back at me every few minutes in disbelief at my careful perusal of his ass and legs and cock and back and chest, soaped himself up, rinsed, dried himself and dressed in record time. He was terribly uncomfortable and I think nothing like this had ever happened to him before. It was all quite wonderful, witnessing these last uncomfortable moments of him owning himself, knowing he’d soon be utterly mine...

“Okay, I’m ready.” He sat down a good distance from me on the changing room bench. He was more abrupt now and not at all friendly, annoyed with my examination and what he considered my rudeness. I couldn’t resist a last lingering stroke of his attitude. I looked deep into his eyes and licked my lips as if I was going to eat him. He scowled at me and sort of shrugged with distaste. He was so close to telling me to fuck off. Only all those years in Sunday school and practicing good manners with his mom at the dinner table kept him from it. By attending and responding to him for all those years, she’d brainwashed him to politeness and now, in a matter of moments, I would replicate the process and make him mine.

I opened up the laptop and turned it on, listened to it begin to come to life.

“Do you have a favourite computer game you like? Or a program you are familiar with?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment, no longer scowling but now interested in what I would show him. So easy for him to forgive my stares and signals and deny them. So sweet a boy.

“Uh, I don’t have time to play around with much. Mostly I just write my papers and I use whatever program is on the library computers for that.”

So sweet. I called up a solitaire game. “You do know how to play solitaire?” He nodded. Then I told my program to run and put the laptop down so that he could not see the screen.

“Okay. How this particular program works is that it runs ‘behind’ any other program—you could even switch from program to program during the course of a session on the computer... the information is given to your subconscious while you are working—or playing a game—and at the end of the session you know much more than you did before. Are you ready? It will be quite a lot of fun.” Well, it would be fun for me...

“Sure.”

I turned the laptop so that it faced him and he reached down to begin moving cards around on the screen. He was rapt in concentration. I liked the look. I looked forward to being able to see it whenever I wanted. I looked forward to looking down at him as he sucked my cock deep down his throat and seeing that look on his face as he tried to swallow it all.

In short little bursts—so brief they did not register on his conscious mind—all the rendered experiences of those smokers who wanted to not smoke, those men who could not stay hard, those fat people who could not stop eating, those happy-go-lucky people who were turned to chickens to make an audience laugh, those hungry-for-god people who came to believe that their cult leader had all the answers they had always sought... all those hypnotic experiences turned to colours and shapes and images and words that were working their way deep into his mind, more quickly and deeply than anyone with merely a voice and whatever accoutrements—a swinging pocket watch or a spinning spiral—could manage it. As he moved the cards, the program registered his reactions and made subtle changes to the sub-program (I always laugh to call it that) so that it wormed it’s way deeper and more certainly into his mind... at last he was done. It only took about 13 minutes.

He looked up at me, his eyes just a little glazed and confused. On some level he knew he was changed and he was afraid. It was my favourite thing about this program. He would gladly agree to my every wish—no matter how much it was against his nature—and in some part of his mind he’d be struggling, hopelessly, against compliance. The scorn he’d shown me would never quite leave and would always show, just behind his eyes.

“Well, I didn’t win that game. Should I try again? How can you tell if the program worked?”

“I guess we’ll have to test you.” I smiled brightly at him and watched the fear rise into his eyes.

“Hmmmm... well, you see Jake, if it worked—and I am sure it did—the next step is to reduce you to a very good boy who will gladly serve my every whim. That’s really not even a step—it’s just a matter of me uttering a word to make you realize that you’ve already taken that step. You’ll respond by pushing all the reservations of your consciousness back into some dark place in your mind and wondering only how you can serve me better... and when I’m done with you, you can return to your normal life but the memory of what you’ve done will always be with you—rather horribly I suspect—but you won’t be able to discuss it or ask for help. Didn’t I tell you it would be fun?” I smiled at him and licked my lips again.

He was angry now, his eyes flashing—the glazed aspect of them deep behind the blue. “Okay, that’s enough, fella. I’m sick of this shit. You look at me like I was a piece of meat and asked me to help you out with this thing—I believed you were a professor but now I’m pretty fucking doubtful. I am gonna call security, you freak.”

“Coryadalis,” I said, oh so softly.

The struggle in his eyes was brief but dramatic and the horror passed fleetingly across his face, as he realized what I’d just told him was true... and he succumbed. I sighed at the beauty of it.

“Come here; stand in front of me.”

He came to me, hands clasped behind his back, eyes down.

“I want your cock hard... for me.”

I watched it grow under the fabric of his jeans—swell and lengthen until it was a hard silhouette in the soft blue denim.

“That’s perfect. Stay that way. I’m afraid you won’t be working on any papers tonight. You’ll be learning to serve your new Master. But you’ll be very proud of what you find yourself capable of—with your mouth and your ass. It’ll be beyond any ideas you ever had of what a man can do for another man. Things that never occurred to you—your tongue deep up my ass for example—will be more pleasing for you than any orgasm you’ve ever had. And the orgasms—when you’re allowed to have them—will be so special. And it will all go on for years and years, until I tire of you. Which, at the moment, I can’t imagine doing.” The shadow flamed in his blue eyes and then faded away. I leaned close to him and kissed his lips and his mouth opened for my tongue... I felt my own cock harden in delight as I reached for his nipple and pinched it viciously. It would be great fun to train him to respond.

I took him back to my home and pointed the way to the bedroom. He had been silent during the drive to my house. I could have fixed that but sort of enjoyed it. If he hadn’t been so much under my control he’d have been screaming blue murder.

“You can strip now—I prefer you to be naked when we are here.” He pulled off his clothes as he walked towards the bed. Ah, well, housekeeping training would come soon enough. He walked up to the bed, naked now, his hard cock jutting proudly before him, leaking a little pre-come now, and stood waiting for more orders.

“That’s so sweet, waiting to be told what to do. I am sure you know what to do by now—or you have a good idea of what might happen next. I don’t particularly want to give you commands constantly so instead of waiting, you should be trying to think what would please me most.”

Again the shadow of struggle drifted across his eyes. Then he slid onto the bed and lay back, mouth open... I could see the ideas working through his brain, wondering what I would want. He looked excited. He whispered, “Please, Sir, let me suck you.” I stood waiting for his mind to continue roaming through all the images he’d have refused to consider less than an hour ago. He raised his legs in the air, exposing his virgin hole and reached down to stroke it softly... “Fuck me, Sir, please.” I continued to wait. He struggled to think of what I might want. I myself wasn’t quite sure of where to start but I knew that I’d have everything of him before too long. “Sir, I am all yours, please have me.”

I laughed in delight. He’d thought of the magic words. My own clothes dropped to the floor and I slid into bed beside him. His opened to me, arms and legs spreading, the briefest shadow of struggle in his eyes and then his cock was rock hard and slick with pre-come sliding against my belly and he opened his mouth wide to kiss me, sucking on my tongue. It was like he’d been doing this for years. I enjoyed his tongue sliding against my own for a while and then pushed his head down to my cock and he took just the tip of my cock-head in his mouth gingerly, tentatively, licking at it eagerly but so softly I could barely feel it.

“How many blow jobs have you had, Jake?” I asked him, thinking I knew what the problem was.

He lifted up to look in my eyes, wondering if he had failed me in some way. “One, sir. She didn’t really want to but I guess she felt like she had to, as she got me all hot and then told me she intended to stay a virgin till she married.”

“Ah,” I said. It wouldn’t take him long to learn a few skills, given how dedicated he had been programmed to be. “Deeper and harder.” His head went back down and my cock slid down his throat. He gagged violently. “Let your throat relax.” He took me deeper, breathing shallowly, and began to suck obediently. “Stroke my balls.” He did, and within a few strokes he was taking my whole cock down his throat.

Eventually I had him turn around so that I could play with his beautifully round ass while he sucked me. He was so tight I could at first only stroke the pink hole, tugging at the fine blonde hairs that surrounded it and watching him twitch uncomfortably. I could have told him to relax, as I’d commanded his throat, but I liked the prospect of his discomfort on this first night. I poured lube into the crack of his ass and he made a slight, frightened noise in the back of his throat. I laughed and pushed his head down deeper on to my cock.

My finger tip entered him and his ass spasmed around it. This was a boy who had never entertained the idea that anything would enter him. I pushed deeper. He bucked under me, despite any intentions of obedience he had. I sighed with the beauty of it—his muscular ass, the pink hole tight and quivering around my finger. I could feel in the heat of him his distaste for the sensation, even as he pushed his ass back to pull my finger deeper into him.

“Poor sweet Jake,” I whispered. I slid another finger into him, widening the tightly puckered hole. “You’ve been such a busy student... have you fucked many girls?”

He lifted his mouth off my cock—he had taken me so deep that it took a moment to disengage... “No, Sir. Only two.” He went back to work. I slid another finger in and felt his asshole spasm desperately.

“And you were probably looking forward to finishing university and maybe getting married... having all the sex you wanted with your wife.” He nodded, throat pulsating around my cock. I shoved even deeper down his throat, enjoying the muffled little choking whimper as he got used to the thickness of me. “And now, instead of that, you get this.” I forced a fourth finger into his slippery hole. “My cock down your throat, my fingers up your ass... and soon I’m going to feel you under me, like a woman, my cock deep in your ass.” His hole constricted around my fingers. “You’re going to be a wonderful slave for me, by morning. And when I’m tired of you...” I felt him loosen just a little, part of his mind hoping that I would say that I would then free him to go back to his old dream of a normal life. “Then I’ll find someone that I like to watch fuck you and see you used... again and again.” His asshole spasmed as part of his mind cried out against the image. “Perhaps I’ll demonstrate my program to your whole football team and then just watch them take turns filling their star quarterback with come. That would do wonders for team morale, wouldn’t it? Perhaps we’ll even book you into a highschool football team for an inspirational talk on how you succeeded, and then show those youngs guys my program... and you can do a demonstration.” I pushed his head away from my cock and turned him around so that he was under me, my fingers pumping his hole while I did so. He spread his legs obediently and lifted them in the air.

I pulled my fingers out quickly, not much caring if I hurt him. I’d be hurting him more as the night wore on. He hadn’t even seen the dildoes yet. My cock slid into him with surprising ease—a bit disappointing really. He gasped and his face contorted.

“Hmmm...” I said, slowly pumping back and forth, luxuriating in the tightness of his virgin ass. “That look on your face gives me an idea.” I pushed his hands up to the top of the headboard and with a finger drew lines across the inside of his wrists. “You are tied,” I said. I drew more lines across his ankles. “And shackled... now see if you can free yourself.” He struggled against the ropes and shackles that he could feel biting into his skin. He couldn’t budge from his exposed position. I pulled my cock out of his ass.

“Now it is yesterday... and we have not yet met.”

His eyes cleared and he looked up at me in horror, said, “Hey—what the hell—you aren’t going to get away with this!” then moved to push me away with his hands, demanding to be freed all the while—of course they would not move from the imaginary ties that bound him. He began to thrash wildly back and forth, trying to free himself, calling for help.

“You are lovely when you struggle,” I whispered. I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out nipple clamps. He began thrashing again, trying to get away from the cold metal, though I doubt he’d seen anything like them before. I attached one and he yelped with surprised pain. I tugged the chain and was rewarded with an even louder cry. “I’m afraid my apartment is completely soundproof, Jake. You have no hope at all. Besides—your new life has begun... you might as well lay back and enjoy it.” He gritted his teeth together and spat out that he wasn’t queer and if I didn’t let him go right now, he’d beat the shit out of me. I nodded at him confidently. “What do you think that taste in your mouth is, my darling?” I could see his face register surprise. “Feel the tightness around your lips? That’s from my cock—my come... which you’ve been sucking like a baby, for hours.” His face screwed up desperately and he whispered hoarsely, “no, no, no....”

“Oh yes,” I continued, “and what about your asshole...” I reached down and stroked it, though he desperately tried to pull away. “Doesn’t it feel a little stretched? A little sore...” I pulled the chain of his tit-clamps again and listened to his indrawn breath. “It’s begun already. You’ll never fuck another girl again. Those days are over.”

I positioned my cock against his slippery bucking hole and pushed in hard and fast. He screamed like the virgin he had been, some moments ago. I laughed. This was delightful. I could have him be a virgin night after night if I wanted it so. I owned this boy completely. He was begging me to stop and then threatening me. I began thrusting into my very own little quarterback, enjoying the way his asshole struggled hopelessly against me and the look of fury on his face. I pulled the tit-clamps off brutally and, whever he slowed down from exhaustion, twisted his senstive nipples or slapped his smooth flat belly or his cheeks or his swollen balls... at one point when it seemed he was getting tired and dispirited I took the nipple clamps and attached them to the soft skin of his nuts—he began bucking again. Tears streamed down his face. He’d never expected anything like this to happen in his life.

“Are you getting the point yet, Jake? I like you struggling. I like you objecting to this. You’ve been such a self-confident little stud, haven’t you? And now here you are... beyond your wildest dreams. And you think it will end, sooner or later, and you’ll get a chance to escape or perhaps I’ll just let you go...” I reached down to his cock, soft now, as it had been yesterday when he hadn’t yet met me or seen my program. When he was expecting me, least of all. I took his tortured balls, welted from the clamps, and squeezed hard. He cried out. I twisted and pulled on his big nuts and he yelped and struggled hopelessly. “...then you could press charges against me for rape or you could just try to forget the whole thing. And tomorrow will be a normal day—you’ll study... your nuts will be a little sore.. and then you’ll go to the gym and swim and then work-out...” I was panting as I whispered to him. He looked terrified. “But it won’t be a normal day at all—it will be the beginning of a life you no longer have control of. The beginning of your slavery...” I was slamming into his ass, close to coming. “Tomorrow you will meet me... I’ll come to the locker room and ask you to help in an experiment with a computer program I’ve written, and you’ll be glad to comply. Because...,” thrust, “you...,” thrust, “are a good...,” thrust, “boy...! My own polite little Jake.” I could see by his eyes that he was remembering what, for him, was in the future. It must have been a strange sort of deja vu vision. That he knew what I was saying was true and that his life as he had known it and planned it was over. I began to shoot and drove into his ass again and again, pumping him full of my come as I watched the tears stream down his cheeks. He cried and moaned desperately, as if it was lava or hot lead entering his ass, instead of just the gift of his new Master.

The night continued on and on. I had been preparing for this for a very long time and, as I said, I had been very, very horny. I had napped this afternoon, knowing I would want to prolong the enjoyment of this first night of owning him, body, mind and soul...

I showed him the dildoes and we worked our way—well, he continued to struggle against them—from the smallest to the largest. He swore the smallest was too big and would never fit but I managed to force it up his ass. It looked very pretty there. It was hard to believe that mere hours ago he’d been a virgin football hero and scholarship boy. I’d known gay men who had been working at their craft for years and couldn’t have managed such a large dildo. I was very proud of the efficacy of my program. My own cock had recovered now and I was ready to continue his education.

“Jake, stop struggling now... it is now today again. Or the morning after, actually. And you are mine. You are no longer bound, and you have returned to the state of wanting only to please me.” The look of desperate horror faded from his face and he became compliant and eager to please, only the occasional shadow passing across his eyes as, in some depth of his mind, he remembered who he was and what his true nature was.

I had him kneel on the floor, reaching back to manipulate the dildo in and out of his ass in nice, slow, easy strokes. I raised my legs and pulled his face to my own asshole. “Lick like a puppy, Jake.” He began slowly and I continued to utter instructions. “Around the edge of my hole... now push your tongue in...good boy... be eager, Jake, be delighted to give me this much pleasure... that’s it... use your tongue like a little cock, pushing it in and out. Now suck on the hole.” I had never been so satisfied with being rimmed. I love my ass to be tongued but every man I’ve ever been with got exhausted long before I was ready to stop.

I began to shoot without even touching my cock—my sperm flooding out and covering his face... when I was done I stroked his slippery skin and then allowed him to lick my hand clean.

I was weary at last and needed to sleep. Jake had dark rings of exhaustion around his eyes but I knew he was in superb physical condition and would recover after a few hours sleep; and he’d get used to this life... sooner or later. I pulled him up on to the bed and told him to remove the dildo—we had two more larger sizes that would have to wait until tomorrow night... unless I woke up early in the morning. I pushed a butt-plug in for the night, so he’d be slippery and receptive in the morning when I woke up. I curled up behind him and took his hard meat in my hands, squeezing it roughly. It was a lovely toy to play with. I was looking forward to seeing him shoot but I thought I would save that pleasure... for a month or two and then just have him shoot repeatedly, until it hurt, and then continue... orgasming until he screamed. The idea of it was nearly enough to make me hard again... but I was exhausted and, finally, fully satiated as I had not been since I was a teenager.

“Sleep tight and look forward to morning, Jake. There is much more for you to learn.” He sighed in my arms, snuuggled back against me, and fell asleep at once like a puppy.

The next few weeks were wonderful. I had him give up his apartment and tell his current girlfriend that he would be unable to see her anymore as he had realized he was gay. She, of course, spread the word around the campus and soon Jake was being adoringly followed by most of the campus gays. He was a prize they had not expected. He was, of course, not interested. In fact he was, unless he was with me, horrified. When he was not with me, he wanted nothing more than to be able to ask someone to save him—but his throat was as stopped up as his ass was with one of the butt-plugs I sometimes had him wear to class. He couldn’t talk about me and he couldn’t not return to me. Sometimes he would come home from his classes with tears in his eyes, even as he stripped down upon coming through the door and prepared himself for any possible act I might require of him. There was now lube in the hall closet for him so that that he could get his ass ready before coming to me.

Given the commands of my program, Jake was able to remember everything he read and heard in his lectures and didn’t need to spend so much time studying. I had him work out more and changed his diet and enjoyed watching as his beautiful lithe body bulked up and became more heavy and muscular. I had him change his courseload so that he learned things I was more interested in talking about. I loved going out for dinner with him and seeing all the looks of admiration he got as he sat with me, chatting about things that interested me in the companionable way I desired. When enough people were looking I would sometimes reach over and stroke his wrist or rub his leg with my foot or even caress his crotch—and watch the shadow pass across his eyes as I noted the shock of most of the viewers and the delight or envy of the gay ones.

One particular night when our waiter was quite obviously smitten by my beautiful slave, I leaned over and whispered into his ear. He blushed prettily but, as I had ordered, put down his napkin and walked to the men’s room, standing—his cock obviously hard in his pants, until he caught the waiter’s eye and then giving him an inviting look before entering the washroom. The waiter hesitated and then followed him, willing to risk his job for this prize. I had to laugh when the busboy, who I had not even noticed, suddenly had a similar urgent need to use the men’s room. Jake returned shortly after, his cock still hard in his dress slacks, a thick tube down one leg. I am sure everyone in the restaurant noticed.

A few moments later the waiter came by, a similar tube of flesh hanging visibly behind his white apron, with a bottle of very good wine for us. “On the house,” he whispered to Jake softly, as he poured him a glass to taste.

“My master thanks you,” said Jake, handing it to me to taste. The waiter blinked and Jake and I both smiled brightly at him. The shadow flickered deep in Jake’s eyes. The waiter looked utterly envious and the bulge behind his apron grew noticeably. The bus-boy just kept looking at Jake and sighing for the rest of our meal.

I had Jake join the wrestling team. I never ceased enjoying watching him struggle against me and I decided I wanted to see him struggle against other men. Every week or so I freed his mind enough to realize what was happening to him and played with him. It kept him fresh. The university wrestling coach was thrilled to have him on the team, although distraught when he refused to travel for competitions, especially when Jake would not even deign to explain why not. He simply refused to answer.

I had no desire to share him but one night I wanted pizza and the pizza boy was particularly fetching. Jake had bulked up into something of a specimen and this boy was thin and puppy-like. It was a whim... and why not manifest what I desired, given the absolute power that my program gave me.

“You are probably too busy tonight to test a new computer game?” I said to the pizza boy as I paid him.

“Never, man!” he said with delight. “I am addicted to computer games!!!”

Jake had never had another man before, other than his Master, and it was quite lovely to see his now massive, utterly masculine body being speared by the energetic boy’s long, thin cock and then by my own. The boy, under my orders, orgasmed again and again until Jake’s ass was slippery with come and tears were rolling down the boy’s cheeks as he orgasmed for the eighth time. I could see the shadows flicker through Jake’s eyes and then through the boy’s eyes. In that shadowy place that remembered who he had been before I took him away from that life, Jake knew too well what the boy was going through. Perhaps, I considered, I should take pity on them both.

“Take him over your knee, Jake...” I waited while the command was obeyed. “Now spank his ass.” The boy’s beautiful pale butt was soon scarlet and exquisitely sensitive as Jake’s hand slapped first one cheek and then the other, leaving the imprint of his fingers.

“It looks fine, Jake.” I stroked the welts and felt the boy shiver under my touch. Spreading his ass cheeks (with him whimpering delightfully—the program I’d shown him had not had the command that he enjoy pleasing me, merely that he obey), I squirted lube into his tight hole and slid a finger in. He yelped. “Put him between your legs and let him suck you now.” Jake and the boy repositioned themselves. “Push deeper into his throat, Jake. Now thrust.” While Jake fucked the boy’s throat I took his virgin ass, ramming my cock deep into him and having Jake match my rhythm. At last I was ready to come and shot my load deep inside the boy.

“You can dress now,” I said to him. He did so. “I want you to come out of the place you have been, confused and weary.” I watched his eyes clear as he looked first at me, standing naked before him and then at Jake, our cocks slick with use. His eyes widened and he gulped. “Thanks for the pizza and... everything else,” I said softly. “You were excellent.” I looked at Jake and raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” he said, “you were great.” The boy shivered unhappily in his confusion and looked close to tears. “Go home and sleep... when you wake tomorrow you will not remember our faces or this address. Nor will you look it up in the records... that you are such a good cock-sucker and excellent bottom will be our little secret... though you’ll probably wonder how it all happened and if you will ever be... shall we say, compelled, to be with men again.”

I signaled Jake to open the door and the boy went out, shoulders hunched wearily and legs spread wide apart as if he was sore. I am sure he was.

“Come, Jake, time for the butt-plug.” He sighed happily and the shadow flickered through his eyes and then disappeared.

Jake’s wrestling career was a huge success. I loved watching him pin his opponents and push them to the tarp, knowing this powerful, heroic creature was mine—that he’d be wearing white socks and white jockey shorts and serving me later, his ass stretched to the max with one of the dildoes he had been trained to.

One night Jake lost to a massive black wrestler from another state. It was sad to watch. He’d had a season of wins thus far and I felt he deserved to be punished. He had to be motivated to try harder. When he came out of the dressing room, looking forlorn and knowing he had failed me, I didn’t speak to him. We walked to the car and I gave him the address I wanted him to drive us to.

It was a bath-house. We stripped and I wrapped a towel around myself. He didn’t need one. He followed me closely and I led him to the orgy room, which was where it had been so many years ago when I visited here. I pointed to a low bench in the center of the room and told him to get on his knees on top of it. He did. Already men had gathered in hopes of having a piece of my muscle-stud. I leaned down and whispered in his ear that he was not to speak to anyone, but only to signal to them by reaching back to spread the cheeks of his ass when they approached him. He was to pleasure anyone who came to him. I found a chair in the corner and watched.

The men were various. Word soon spread through the place and they crowded in, waiting their turn and egging each other on. I had never seen Jake look so conflicted—and still he continued, reaching back to spread the cheeks of his ass for a young man or an old one, men of every colour, of every size and shape of cock, men who took their time and men who simply used his ass to jerk off into. A man who felt he’d been waiting too long stepped in front of him and held out his hard cock to be sucked. Jake looked up at him and then back at me, so the man looked at me quizzically and I nodded my permission for him to use my boy’s mouth. Jake began taking them from the front and back.

We were only there a couple of hours but the crowds were thinning as men were satisfied and went on their way. I whistled to my puppy and moved to the door, leaving a few men unsatisfied and wishing they had come earlier. By now many of them understood that Jake was mine to command and they came up to offer their phone numbers—some because they wanted me to similarly Master them, others because they wanted to know when I’d arrange a similar treat for them. I wadded up the numbers as they were handed to me and they soon got the message. Jake and I dressed in silence and made our way home. As he parked I said, “You do know that you’ll be much too loose for your Master now. Tomorrow you’ll have to do more reps to tighten up the muscles of your ass. I’m not at all pleased to have to make other arrangements for the night.”

Eyes downcast, he came around to open my door and we walked up the sidewalk to where his wrestling opponent had been patiently waiting all these hours, hands clasped behind his back. Jake looked startled.

“I had a few moments while I waiting for you to dress. Derek turns out to be a great fan of computer games, it seems.”

We went in and I told Derek to strip. I had guessed from the bulge in his spandex wrestling uniform that he was well-hung but I was amazed to see how large and thick his meat actually was.

“Let’s see how big that is when it’s hard, Jake. Be a good puppy and kneel in front of him. After all, you did lose the match.”

Even after all these months the real Jake was still present, an angry flash behind the eyes, a glance of refusal even as he knelt down to obey, his mouth opened wide.

“Derek, have you ever had a man suck your cock?”

“Yes, Sir, at camp when I was a kid. One of the other kids.”

“I see. Show me how deep you could go with your little friend.”

Derek push the head of his cock into Jake’s mouth. Even this much stretched Jake’s lips.

“Good boy. Now show me the deepest anyone has ever taken your cock down their throat.”

He pushed in a few more inches. He was rock hard now, his balls drawn up tight.

“Goodness, that seems wasteful. Jake, relax your throat and take more... keep going... good puppy... keep taking it, keep sucking it deeper and deeper... let your throat swell around it. There you are, Derek—are you amazed at what an excellent cock-sucker Jake is?”

“Yes, Sir—I never would have thought it from the way he can wrestle.”

“Yes, I am sure it must be a surprise. I could make you an equally good cock-sucker. Would you like that?”

“No, Sir. I only like girls.”

I looked down meaningfully at his hard cock, pistoning in and out of Jake’s mouth. “Look at that—are you quite sure you’re not enjoying this?”

He looked down and for a moment seemed very confused and I could see the struggle in his eyes and feel it in his body, a palpable thing. “Yes, Sir, I am sure.”

“No hankering for the occasional boy—not even when you’ve been wrestling and are in the showers, all hot and sweaty?”

“No, Sir. Only girls.”

“Jake, show him how you’ve learned to work the muscles of your throat.” Jake demonstrated and Derek began slowly pumping back and forth into his throat. Spit and pre-come ran down Jake’s chin and his chest shone wetly.

“Convinced yet, Derek?”

“It feels very good, Sir, but I only like girls.”

I laughed.

“Well, I have another idea. Pull out of his throat, Derek. Slowly. His mouth is too beautiful and skilled to do damage to... Now, bend over and grab your ankles.” I stroked his ass, feeling his involuntary flinch. I reached down and grabbed his spit slick cock and balls and pulled them up roughly until they poked between his legs. “Squeeze your legs together and keep them in position, Derek. I want to see your meat.”

“Jake, get behind him... let’s see that long tongue. Okay, Derek—I want you to feel all the nerve-endings in your ass-hole that your girlfriends feel when you go down on them... just feel the blood rising and coursing through, the nerves tingling and engorging as they respond to your tongue...”

I waited a moment and his ass, almost imperceptibly, began to shift back and forth and his pink asshole quivered the tiniest bit. “Jake, you can begin—slowly...” I sat down and watched my boys. Jake’s tongue lapped and circled the quivering hole. Derek began moaning, pushing back greedily, his butt-cheeks clenching. Jake began pushing his tongue in a bit deeper... Derek sighed louder, nearly growling with excitement...His cock was hard and throbbing, red with blood and leaking pre-come. It pushed out nearly five inches beyond his clenched thighs. I leaned over and pinched it, hard, and he yelped.

“Very good, boy. I could train you to enjoy that. Perhaps I will.”

I watched Jake’s ministrations open Derek’s ass-hole wider, I am sure, than it had ever been—he was now completely receptive.

“Ok, Jake, now stand up behind him... very good. Now slide the head of your cock against his hole. Derek, see if you can pull it into your ass. You are so ready for this. I can only imagine how excited that little hole is to be fucked. Do you think any of your girlfriends were ever so excited?”

“No, Sir,” he said softly, pushing back against Jake’s hard cock, trying to pull it inside himself with the slick pink lips of his asshole.

“Perhaps you have learned something that you will be able to use on them... what do you think?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.... thank you, Sir.”

I laughed. “Assuming you ever get the chance to fuck anyone again.”

Jake was panting—his restraint at not just pushing past the tight pink lips and into the hot ass was admirable. Well, my programming of his brain was admirable.

“Jake, I want you to go back to the way you were before we met... for just a moment, but do not leave your position.”

His eyes cleared. He looked down at the muscled wrestler under him. At his cock poised to fuck the boy. He looked at me beseechingly.

“Would you like to fuck Derek, Jake?”

“Yes, please let me... I have to come... Please!”

I laughed with delight. “But you are as straight as he is—you, too, only like girls... or am I mistaken?”

He looked confused. He looked down at his cock again, so hard and dripping at the entrance to the boy’s ass, and at the boy’s huge cock which stuck out behind him and stroked his own balls as they slid over the underside of the shaft.

“I don’t care anymore, Sir... I’ll do anything... please let me.”

I walked up behind him and stroked his nipples, then pinched them hard. They were bigger and swollen for the tit-clamps I liked to use on him, and far more sensitive now than they had been... i let the edge of my finger-nail drag across an engorged tip. “Tonight you were fucked by so many men, Jake... do you remember? Men you didn’t even see the faces of.” I stroked his throat as he swallowed miserably. “And you performed admirably as a cock-sucking slut... do you mean to tell me that you are not straight, after all? That all my work on you has been a sham?” I slapped his hard cock and reached down to twist at his nuts. He whimpered.

“No, Sir, I am straight, I am... I want to go home... I want my old life... but let me...” he looked down at his cock, poised so nicely, “just let me... this once.”

“Jake, return to your slave-state.” I waited while his mind subsided. “Dear little puppy—I think I told you that you’d never fuck again, not a man or a woman. You’re mine now. Your cock is mine to play with. That’s your pleasure, Jake. We have more work to do on you I guess. Now get behind me... lick my ass while I fuck this boy.”

Derek loved being fucked. Until I made him return to his natural state, thinking he was tied and chained and could not move out of position. Then he made a wonderful bucking pony of a straight-boy. Jake worked diligently at my ass, licking without fatigue, his tongue lapping at the insides of my hole and delving deep into me. I took the boy slowly, enjoying both sensations, grasping his cock like a lever to pull him back and forth on my shaft. At last I orgasmed, deep inside him. He cried out joyfully, making me laugh.

I cuddled both boys in my bed, enjoying the sensation of their hard bodies against either side of me, their hard cocks pressing hopefully against me, and pushing their mouths down to my nipples and telling them to suck softly.

“Well, Derek,” I said, after Jake had served us both breakfast and given me my morning blow-job while I looked at the paper, nice and slow the way I liked it. “I am not quite sure what to do with you. What do you think you would like?”

He looked uncertain and began to blush. “I honestly liked last night, Sir. More than I thought I ever would.”

I nodded and pulled Jake up onto my lap and slid my cock into him. He began to ride me, the muscles of his ass grasping me tightly as he stroke my cock with the soft flesh of his hole.

“Derek, you are free to go. You will not be able to speak of anything that happened here.” Jake rode me faster, then slowed down... he was so well trained. I took a deep breath to keep from coming. “And perhaps we will see you again.”

For a moment he looked confused and then my program left his mind and his face cleared. As he realized what I’d said I saw an honest look of disappointment cross his open face. I pushed deeper into Jake’s ass and he whimpered. Derek looked at us as if what we were doing had only just regitered—he looked appalled and disgusted. He seemed in the same moment to realize he was naked and then saw his clothes in the living room where they had been shed last night.

“I don’t know what you did to me, but I am out of here. If I ever see either of you again, it’ll be too soon.” He nearly ran to his clothes, pulling them on as he made his way to the door.

“Oh, by the way Derek,” I called out to him. He turned back to us angrily. “Feel free to tell all the other wrestlers that Jake is a class A cock-sucker.”

Jake whimpered deep down in his throat, wanting to object to the denigration that this would cause, wanting to say it wasn’t true. I began to shoot deep into his ass.

It was only about a week later when the door-bell rang and Jake answered it. Derek walked past him and came directly to me where I sat reading and listening to music.

“Yes,” I said, “I thought we’d seen the last of you.”

He blushed furiously and licked his lips.

“Get down on your knees... crawl to me.”

He looked as if he was at war with himself and then he dropped between my legs, each muscle moving as if he had to command them seperately. I parted my robe and pulled him by the hair to my cock and felt him lick my shaft tentatively. I shoved deep down his throat and was rewarded with a sigh of contentment. I picked up my book and began to read where I had left off, his hot mouth making the technical details of the text even more interesting.

The challenge, when your dreams have come true, is to think of new dreams. I had exactly the boy I had always wanted. He could now have the conversations I wanted to have. He was trained to please me in the most sutble and specific ways imaginable. And now I had a matching pair. One objected to nothing and had no mind of his own while he was with me, unless I freed it. The other was addicted to the replacement of his will with my own. Both of them watched women pass us by with a look of hopeless rapture. And if the women looked back at them I would reach out and pat their asses or stroke them like puppies, and watch them blush furiously.

I didn’t particularly want more boys. I have never been a great one for variety. And what more would I look for—more muscles? More intelligence? More obedience? I simply changed their training programs and their diets, or I changed the make-up of their courses... and every time either of them wrote an essay for a class their obedience was intensified and reinforced. Every once in a while I had them service someone else. Perhaps a man I liked or thought deserved some special treat. Or if they annoyed me—which happened rarely—then I punished them with other cocks in their mouths and asses. If I’d thought either of them enjoyed it at all I would not have done so, but really they wanted only me and both of them worked so hard after such sessions to please me even more.

They studied and I made sure they got good grades and studied the things I wanted to talk about. Derek had switched universities to be close to me and I had bought a huge bed to hold us all. The wrestling coach at the university couldn’t believe his luck, but was dismayed to find out that Derek like Jake, refused to travel.

I had our local fetish shop make them matching collars and leather jocks and a double leash so that I could take them for walks through the leather bars. They would oil each other up and groom themselves to make me proud. They had grown to quite enjoy looking like black and white brothers and had their hair cut in the same style. Occasionally, if it interested me, I would allow them to be used in a scene. And sometimes, for a faculty event, I would dress them up in matching conservative suits and take them as my companions. The other professors found it quite shocking. I didn’t much care what they thought.

At last, as I had expected, the army came to check out what I had been working on. I think they knew before they got there.

The representative they sent was a handsome older officer, dressed in plainclothes for the visit of course, but stiff and regimented in every movement and every word. He walked in with a barely concealed sneer. Obviously, he knew, at the very least, that I was interested in men... and I would have bet that he had seen it as one of his many jobs throughout his career to save army boys from guys like me. And now, he suspected I had invented something that would thwart every little pep talk he’d ever given on morals and family values and the nature of real men.

“Professor, we have had reports that everyone is talking about your boys and wondering how you are managing to keep them... so obedient. May I be frank?”

“Of course.”

“Are you continuing your experiments with the artificial intelligence program?”

“Hmmm... I think you must agree to a demonstration in answer to your question... General?”

“I am used to having my questions answered directly, Sir.”

I merely smiled.

When I made no move to back down, he nodded in the briefest way. “Go ahead, then, demonstrate.”

I waved the boys to me and whispered in their ears. They nodded and went towards the general.

Derek leaned close to kiss his lips and the general backed away frantically. “Now, then, let’s stop this right away!” he cried out. Derek and Jake looked back at me. I shrugged and motioned that they should proceed. One clasped a hand over the generals mouth and the other began to strip him. He was very strong but they were now, of course, experienced wrestlers. He was soon naked, red-faced with indignation.

“Stand him up.” They complied and I had them turn him around for inspection. I stroked his ass. A good ass for a man of his age. A pretty cock—thick and blunt and short. I flicked the head of it with my finger and he yelped in anger and said, as they always did, that I would never get away with this. I nodded to them and they bent him over. I inserted a finger roughly and listend to the muffled yells that came from him.

“I told you I would demonstrate, General.” I motioned for the boys to tie and gag him and when he was nicely trussed up I pushed him into a chair. I signaled for the boys to strip and kneel down in front of us.

I had trained them to perform so skillfully. I took my own chair and sat back to watch the show. The whole length of Derek’s black cock slid down Jake’s throat easily. Derek kept up a lovely rhythm, sliding deep past Jake’s wet pink lips. I could see the General’s cock growing hard despite himself. I laughed and he looked away, furious. I leaned over and pinched his nipple, hard. He gasped.

“Don’t look away from the demonstration you requested, General. And do relax and enjoy it—they can go for hours like this, without ever coming. In fact, they only orgasm when I tell them to. You can see how well trained they are. Imagine what fun it would be to have one of them in every platoon.”

The boys took turns—using their mouths and asses on each other, moving ever so slowly and then picking up the pace to a savage rhythm that had the General wincing in sympathy as he watched their cocks pound down their throats or asses. His own cock was rock hard now and his face was flushed.

“Why, General, when was the last time you were so excited I wonder?” He gritted his teeth and fumed. I could already see that he was torn between what had always been a hidden desire and his own values. “I do think you want these boys—which one would you like? Or would you like both...”

His quick glance at Jake gave him away, before he said, from between clamped teeth, that he was a happily married man.

“Do you have a son, then?” I smiled sweetly at his look of disbelief and then horror as he realized what I was suggesting. “What fun,” I said softly.

I turned on the computer from the console that I had made. With it, I could control everything in the house. And everyone, of course. I redirected the program to flow through the stereo—a pattern of heart-beats and whispered suggestions that mixed indiscernibly with the music. It was nearly as effective as the computer screen. I watched the battle for control of his mind that was being fought behind his eyes. The General struggled against his bindings—sweat beading on his head. It was very beautiful to watch him fight so bravely, a battle he could not win. No conscious thought, no conscious vow, no act of will could hold up long against the insidious program that wormed it’s way deeper and deeper below the conscious mind and then welled up as a set of unarguable impulses to obey me.

Gradually he stopped struggling. Tears coursed down his cheeks. I leaned over to him and whispered the word. He was mine. I signaled to the boys to stop their lovely dance of lust and desire and untie him.

I signaled for him to approach me and he stood to walk over. “No, I think you had better crawl to me, boy.” His knees buckled under him and he began crawling over to me, naked and crying. When he was close enough I took his head and pushed him down. He began to suck immediately, with the same tentativeness that the boys had demonstrated. I smiled down at the sweet sight of the General with his mouth full of cock.

“Get the camera,” I said to Derek. He found it and brought it back. I nodded assent and he began to photograph the General, first with my cock in his mouth, then I had the two boys fill his mouth with their cocks at the same time and photograph him. Finally, without any lubricant I had Derek push his long black cock into the General while Jake fed him his meat, and I photographed them at work.

“Enough,” I said. “Come back to us, General. Remembering everything that has occurred.”

He pushed the boys off him furiously and stood before me in a battle-ready crouch, snarling like an animal.

“Don’t be silly. All I have to do is whisper a word and you are mine again. You’ll obey my every whim. And you want to be very very nice... or these photographs will find themselves widely distributed on the internet. And no matter what you say—no matter how true the story you tell of your innocence—you’ll be finished as an army man.”

He subsided a little, still obviously trying to find a way out of this predicament.

“There is no way out. Is there, Derek?”

Derek shook his head ‘no.’ I looked at Jake and the General followed my eyes. Jake shook his head ‘no’ as well.

The General, a good strategist, knew when he was beaten. He hung his head and his body relaxed.

“Very good—come here.”

He walked over to me. I hadn’t realized how huge his balls were. I tried to take them in my hand and couldn’t grasp them both at the same time. He was blushing prettily. I graped the skin behind them to push them out in a tight shiny sack and pulled. He winced. With my other hand I slapped his nuts. He gasped and tried to pull away but quickly realized that only increased the pain. His penis had shrunk to a tiny nub.

“I could send you back into a trance and you could enjoy this very much... or you can continue as yourself and work hard to please me. Which do you prefer?”

“Myself.” He didn’t even hesitate. One had to admire the willpower. He knew he could be signing up for nearly anything.

“Really? I’ll want your son—sooner or later—you do know that?”

He glared at me and looked as if he was ready to spit. I almost expected him to, but I saw in his eyes some thought that while he was in control there was a possibility of escape and that he would bide his time. He cast his eyes downward in a pretense of submission, to hide his intentions. I laughed and pulled feircely on his balls, twisting them hard, waiting for him to cry out. I was amazed at how long it took to make him do so.

I enjoyed our months with the General, as he swallowed our come—a bitter pill—and licked our asses and took our cocks up his own—and filed a report that said that there was no substance to the rumours about my boys and I. After only a few weeks he changed. I discovered, through an accidental meeting when I was having him drive and accompany me to a gay club, that his wife had left him and that he was raising his son alone. When we turned away from the friend who had greeted him and asked so soliticiously how he was doing and went into the gay club I looked back to see his friend gaping and then a look of understanding crossed his face. The General was frighteningly scarlet and I worried for his heart. I suppose that the little games I was playing with him were having some effect at home.

About this time I realized that the General was beginning to enjoy the feel of his cock sliding into an athletic butt—and instantly I was bored by him. My fetish is so specific. I only wish I was one of those men who can be made hard by rubber and ropes and the pretense of slavery.

I began to talk to the General about his son, whom I had not yet touched. There were several interesting weeks that followed, seeing who the General would bring over to satisfy my whims rather than giving up his son to us. During this time I did not allow him to fuck the boys, of course. He had been enoying it too much.

He brought over aides who worshipped him... and I had them worship me. He brought me Marines, chauffeurs, sailors, his fellow officers and privates who, with his new sense of a man’s ass, he thought would please me. He began to think up new delights for me to try with them. I continued to mention his son every once in a while. He began to perform like a porn star in hopes that I would be distracted from his son. I would sigh and say what a shame it was that his son had to spend so many evenings alone... he brought me his son’s friends.

At last the night came that he arrived with a lovely young black Marine who was quickly brought under my control and stripped. His cock was huge. The General looked at me hopefully, proud of his find. I reached over and slapped the big black cock and then the boy’s nuts and watched his shaft thicken and his nuts draw up tight in self-protection.

I signaled to the General to drop to his knees and he began heroically trying to fit the meat into his mouth. I slid a dildo up his ass to help him concentrate and the Marine’s eyes rolled back in his head as the General took his cock deeper than, I am quite sure, it had ever been taken before. I signaled to Jake to come close and replace the dildo with his own cock. He fucked the General furiously.

“My goodness, a whole three inches of cock is being missed here, General,” I said heavily. He whimpered. “Wouldn’t you like to have your whole cock sucked, boy?” I said to the Marine. Of course he nodded hopefully. I brought out a blindfold. “I think that perhaps the difficulty is that you are keeping your eyes open—you don’t believe that you can swallow what you can see is so large. This should help.” I tied it around his eyes and grabbed the Marine’s balls and pushed him forward. The General was gagging as even more of the gigantic cock slid down his throat. “You see how much easier it is when you only believe?” I said, laughing at him.

“Now let me see you take turns on his ass—I want it rough,” I said to the boys. They complied, fucking him deep and fast. He whimpered. I took a turn myself. While I rode him I signaled to Jake and, very quietly, he left us and went to bring out the surprise.

The boy did not resemble hs father much. His hard cock was longer, though the thickness of it showed his genetics. It was dripping with pre-come as I’d had him worked over for the last few hours. Only his ass was untouched as yet. The General seemed actually to be enjoying the trio of cocks that were taking turns pumping his ass—he had taken more of the black cock down his throat than I would have believed possible. I signaled to Jake to get the camera.

I pulled out of the General roughly and pushed the boy to his knees behind his father. Jake began to photograph them. At a nod from me he slid his cock up the slippery hot hole—it was probably his first time. He began pumping with the un-rhythmic thoughtlessness of the inexperrienced, the General’s ass bucking under him like a wild pony. When I could see that he was ready to come I pulled him off his father and pushed the Marine away, replacing the huge cock with the boy’s—it slid deeply down the General’s throat, his balls tight and furry against his father’s cheeks, and he began to shoot, crying out guttarally. The General swallowed bravely but the come began to run down his cheeks and chin. I had Jake take a close-up.

When the boy was finally done I pulled him off and told the General to get on his back. His thick cock was rock hard and jutted off his belly in a way that it probably had not done since he himself was a teenager.

“Let’s play a guessing game, shall we?”

I pulled the boy over to his father and had him straddle the General’s belly. I lubed up his tight pink hole—for a moment wondering if I should take him first and then deciding this was too deligthful to miss out on—and then pushed him down. He gasped and I looked deep into his eyes. He sank back slowly, gritting his teeth. He would have done anything I asked. The General moaned with delight and began to slide back and forth into the tight ass.

“That’s just fine... now here is the game. If you can guess whose asshole you are fucking, you can come—how’s that for fun?”

The General pumped, harder and faster, and the boy caught his rhythm. There was something singular about watching them as Jake moved around them taking photographs. It was as if their relationship made them sense each other’s needs, even though neither had any idea who the other was.

As the General came closer and closer to needing to orgasm he began saying who he thought it was—Jake was his first choice... he even suggested it was me.

At last I said to him, “Oh dear, I’m afraid you are going to lose this game.” I pushed the boy forward and slid the hard dripping cock out of his ass, but kept him straddling his father’s belly. I knelt behind him and slid into his ass. Despire taking his father’s thick cock, the boy was delightfully tight. After a few moments of bliss I withdrew, reached down and took the General’s thick cock in my hand, squeezing it harshly.

“What will you give me if I let you come?” I whispered.

The General moaned; his cock was leaking pre-come profusely. “More guys... anything you want.”

“Your son?”

“No!!!”

I sighed heavily. “Are you so sure he wouldn’t enjoy these games?”

“Leave him out of it!”

I pulled his nuts and twisted cruelly. “Do you think you give the orders here, General? That’s not quite our agreement.”

He grimaced and moaned. Incredibly his cock grew harder. I slid it to the boy’s slippery hole and popped it in. He shoved it deep and hard and the boy moaned. I followed with my own cock and enjoyed the feeling of or two cocks sliding together in the deep hot channel.

“Oh God, please... please... let me come...”

I could see what an act of will it was for him to hold back. I signaled to my boys to get ready and they silently came to crouch on either side of him.

I began to thrust against his cock, sliding against his meat as he begged me to let him orgasm. Finally I was ready and called out, “Come for me, General.” As we both began to shoot our loads the boys whipped off his blindfold and held him down by the arms. He pumped his come into his son’s ass as he looked up, blinking in the sudden light, to see his boy, sweating and grunting above his body, grinning mindlessly as the two cocks pumped him full of sperm. “Yes!! Yes... no, no... no.”

He was beaten in that moment. I flipped him over and told his son that this was his father’s ass and I wanted to see how much he loved his dad. We watched his son fuck him gently and lovingly as the tears rolled down his cheeks. .