Course Correction — Chapter 4
The former Captain Setefano Haslett got fucked by his two sons well into the night. To the regular captain, this would’ve been abhorrent, sinful and obscene, but to the newly mindfucked Captain Sekefagslut Asslick, this was simply a bonding session with his two good boys.
As both his holes got violated, his warped mind could only think of one thing: using his own body to tirelessly complete his master’s every whim. Seke was never one to complain, and he wasn’t going to start now… Even though both of his sons were stretching him open with the thick dicks that their daddy gave them. In some deep corner in his mind, Seke knew how disgusting and humiliating this was, and thanks to Carl’s programming, that sent a thrill of pleasure through Seke’s body that not even he fully understood.
And his sons?
As expected, the two boys were mini-versions of their father. Fantastic role models in the community: they were respectful, intelligent and athletic, ideal male specimens just like their father. But unlike their father, they had a loving, stable family to raise them, and thus they were able to focus on their academics and athletics in a way their father never could.
Their hard-won victories weren’t a result of immense pressure or a need to survive. All their achievements came from a sense of gratitude and responsibility. They knew just how much their father sacrificed and what their father went through to give them the lives they had. Their dad had them listen to stories of the people that went to their family gym. They knew first-hand how lucky they really were. They learned from those people’s mistakes, and even now, at the young age of 21, the two men wanted to make their own mark on their world.
The twins were basically carbon copies of each other—slightly taller than their dad at 6′3″, they could’ve had their pick of any girl (and even quite a few guys) in their school. But the one thing they did have in common with their dad was their laser focus and boundless discipline, which meant no girls until college. A lot of people would be surprised to know that these two studs were actually virgins.
That is, until Carl got a hold of them.
Of course, the boys valiantly tried to fight Carl off when he entered their home. They tried to save their dad. They tried to defend their mom. But it was their own conscientiousness that undid them. All those hours they spent helping out at their dad’s gym meant one crucial thing: they had been exposed to the music that turned them into the puppets of their new hero and master, Carl.
It turned their gorgeous mother, the blueprint for their future girlfriends and wives, into the whore they could hear moaning around the dick of someone half her age in her marriage bed.
It was the music that turned the admirable Alice from someone the boys had schoolboy crushes on, into the depraved slut that got their family into this mess.
And it was that music that turned their father, the most respected man in the community, into the cum-covered beta male that they were shoving their dicks into with abandon.
In fact, the two boys were ‘dumber than a pair of used condoms’ now, no thoughts in their head apart from humping their dad like he was a stained sex toy left on the floor… which is essentially what Carl reduced him to.
The twins were panting with reckless abandon until their new master came down for a water break. Not stopping their pistoning hips for a second, they nevertheless were keenly aware of what the strange man was doing in their house. The two strapping young men wouldn’t have cast a single glance at Carl in their right minds, but their subconscious minds were primed for the complete opposite. Now, Carl was the head of the household, the alpha male, the leader of their pack, and they were just worthless little pups that lived to serve him.
One particular strength of Carl’s subliminal messages is that it uses your own mind against you. These two boys, who devoted their entire life to living in a strict hierarchy and following a regimented training routine, took to the instructions like fishes to water. Only this time, Carl wormed their way in their minds as the central figure of worship and reverence. In the warped minds of these two men, Carl was the most important being in the universe—and they should use their minds, bodies and souls to live according to his principles.
The thing is, Carl didn’t even explicitly tell them to act like dogs. Carl said the trigger phase, called them both his bitches, and both studs filled in the blanks. Carl surmised as much as he was fucking their mother silly, and as he saw the perverted threesome on the (formerly white) cumstained carpet of the Haslett living room, he wanted to flex his authority all the more.
‘Bitch #1, Bitch #2, HEEL!’
At the sound of their master’s voice, the two strapping young men bounded away from their new hump toy. With their back and leg muscles rippling on full display, and their identical 8-inch dicks bobbing about, they present themselves in front of Carl. They would usually be looking down at Carl with their 6′3″ frames, but right now, it was Carl that had all the power.
‘Who are my two good little bitches?’ The two jocks crooned at the phrase, wagging their asses with abandon—their own hard-ons swaying obscenely in front of them. Now, Carl was as straight as they come, but after all the years of being relegated to the sidelines, he found that he developed a bit of contempt towards the all-American ideal of male perfection.
But now, he was leading the pack. Carl grinned at the pun. If Carl had let the ripped college students in front of him keep their intelligence, he was sure they would appreciate the irony. There would be plenty of time for that later though… He wanted to play some games with these two.
‘Fagslut, give me your jockstrap. I want to play fetch with your boys here.’
Seke looked outside his bedroom window as his two sons chased after his used, cumstained jockstrap.
As he watched his two sons beg at their new master’s feet, Carl started giving him his set of instructions. Fagslut wasn’t allowed to clean himself up at all. Fagslut would just be walking around in his cumstained gym shirt like a horny Winnie the Pooh. And most importantly, he was to go upstairs and clean up his wife’s ‘stretched out cumbox’.
He got upstairs to see his wife fingering herself with absolute abandon. He could see her chest heaving at her arousal. His wife in post-coital bliss used to be something that was a private moment for them, a culmination of years of love and devotion and passion. Despite his age, the thought of his wife like this would load his cock up like a spring and he would be ready for action—but somehow, right now, his cock was dangling soft and useless between his legs.
Unfortunately, due to one of Carl’s subconscious suggestions, Seke could now never get hard around his wife EXCEPT when he was thinking about her getting fucked by her new master. Carl made sure that Seke had no recollection of this order though, and as his conscious mind scrambled at the thought of his newfound impotence, his body couldn’t help but follow Carl’s orders to the letter.
He put his head down to clean Carl’s cum out of his wife’s pussy, but she evaded his grasp. Unbeknownst to Seke, she’d been hypnotized to be disgusted by her husband. A man like him was weak and powerless against the real leaders of the world like Carl. After being told that he was merely following instructions from their master, his wife relented.
On a subconscious level, the rejection from Seke’s own wife was painful and emasculating. But on a conscious level, Seke was unbelievably turned on by how much control that punk had over his entire family. He could feel his cock stiffen to full mast as he dove into his wife’s pussy, sucking and cleaning like the most perverted hoover come to life.
From his vantage point, he can hear his wife muttering something under her breath. ‘I am nothing but Master Carl’s cumdumpster. I am nothing but Master Carl’s cumdumpster.’ With that visual in his mind, Sekefagslut was racked with another orgasm, and it took all of his energy not to pass out.
Carl laughed maniacally as his two little playthings ran around on all fours in their pristine yard. Carl could tell the whole family kept their entire life running like clockwork, and he would be right. The Captain and his sons kept their lawn spic and span, taking pride in doing the yardwork themselves even though they could have afforded help.
Carl was going to love corrupting this wholesome family.
He called the twins over one more time using their new names. They were currently playing a game of tug-of-war, each boy with their teeth clamped firmly on either side of their dad’s used jock. They were desperate to be the one to bring the piece of underwear back to their master.
At Carl’s call, Bitch #1 lost concentration and Bitch #2 won the contest (or was it the other way around?). Bitch #2 ran towards his master, while Bitch #1 started barking petulantly at his brother. His dick tucked between his legs, he slows bounded back to his master in defeat. Bitch #1 (the eldest of the twins by a couple of minutes) whined as he watched his brother get the pats he so desperately wanted.
Not one to give up, he racked his head for ways to grab his master’s attention. He stood on his hind legs with his paws out. He rolled over on the grass, adding to the stains on his previously immaculate wrestling uniform. His master took no notice.
He then had to admit defeat. He went over and sniffed his younger brother’s ass, and then stood by the side and started cleaning himself with his tongue. Carl couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of that, causing Bitch #1 to beam with pride.
Carl looked over his shoulder to watch former Captain Setefano Haslett, and his bombshell slut of a wife, right where he instructed them to be for the next stage of his plan. They were both to masturbate with complete abandon in front of their bedroom window, as naked as the day they were born, and watch their two sons get irreversibly turned into Carl’s bitches.
Filled with an artificial sense of pride and an artificial sense of horniness, the two doting parents-cum-perverts watched their sons be turned from outstanding gentlemen into mere pets for the biggest loser in the neighborhood. But to the mindfucked family, Carl was now so much more than that.
He was the leader of the pack to the kids, the head of the household to the adults, and he wanted more. He wanted to expand his control to every single upstanding citizen at Captain Asslick’s gym, and he knew just the two people to help him.
Brandon Haslett and Brayden Haslett were entrepreneurial young men. Driven and disciplined, they were leaders in their community, and they commanded respect from everyone they met.
Carl used to watch them from afar with jealousy and contempt. He watched girls trip all over themselves to talk to the twins. He watched the two become co-presidents at student council. He watched them get award after award at school assembly for basketball and wrestling.
Even after college, he couldn’t get away from them. They became Instagram famous—I mean, how could you not while looking like that—only they weren’t just vapid attention seekers that Carl could disparage in the confines of his dark bedroom. They were actually making a name for themselves in their community.
There was substance to their posts, and they had countless referrals, testimonials and comments from fans all around the country. They just had a wholesome charisma to them that inspired people to do better for themselves, and as their follower count grew, so did Carl’s envy. He always wondered what it would be like to command that kind of respect in the community.
And now, he was about to find out.
‘Bitch #1, Bitch #2, I want you to revert to your normal selves, but still respond to those two names. You won’t be able to hurt me or ask for help. You will listen intently to what I have to say. It’s the most important thing you’ve ever heard in your life.
‘Look at each other. You two are worthless losers. And so is your dad.’ Still dazed from processing what Carl had just made them do to themselves and their father, the two twins could barely think of a rebuttal. Carl’s words just sank straight into the very fabric of their reality. He was right. We’re worthless losers.
‘All men that look and act like you are worthless losers.’ The twins look at each other. They’re each the boy-next-door all-American stereotype—tall, dark, handsome, intelligent and polite. But their helplessly mindfucked brains couldn’t help but soak in Carl’s words. They were disgusted by each other and themselves. They WERE losers.
‘And losers like you need guidance from hot studs like me. Look at me. I’m the true alpha male.’ And their minds got rewired once again. They looked down at the skinny-fat nerd in front of them. Cheeto stains on his shirt. A beer belly that belonged to a man twice his age. A splotchy face. And a reputation for being seedy and lazy.
And they wanted nothing more than to impress him.
‘You’ll never be like me, so don’t even try. But there is one way you two can serve me, and that’s by turning every single person like you into a snivelling slave for my pleasure. You’d like that wouldn’t you?’
The two strapping young men couldn’t help but accept this as truth, but they were too dumbstruck to say anything in the presence of someone as majestic as Carl.
Finally, Bitch #1, raises his hand meekly.
‘Master, I think I have an idea on where to start.’