by Declan Ward
BOYS IN TRANCE 2
A collection of gay erotic short stories
By Declan Ward
D. Ward Books.
Copyright © 2016 by Declan Ward
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and situations are fiction; resemblance to any actual persons, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
MORE STORIES BY DECLAN WARD
Straight Seduction Stories
The Roommate
Other Stories
Mind Stripped
Story Collections
Boys in Trance
Table of Contents
The Virus
The Bar
Dreaming Jock
Pup Run
Fucktoy
The Wedding Hookup
New Pet
The Virus
It had taken the scientist years to engineer the perfect virus. But he knew this was the one. This would allow him to enslave every man in the city. It would just take some time. All he had to do was wait.
He made sure to inject himself with a vaccine. He hoped it would work.
Stefan was the first man to be injected with the virus. The scientist picked him because of his perfect health and ripped, muscular body. Stefan thought he was just getting a routine shot at the doctor’s office. For the first 12 hours, nothing would happen. But for the next 72 hours, the incubation period, the virus would create a pheromone that was simply irresistible to men. It would also make the infected man gay. And his lust, his thirst to fuck, would be unquenchable.
Men, even straight men, would beg to have sex with Stefan while the pheromones poured out of him. And Stefan would fuck them. Every man Stefan came inside, every man who swallowed Stefan’s cum, every man who had even a drop — they’d all be infected. Then as soon as the incubation period ended, the infected would become completely submissive and obedient to any man who commanded them. They’d desperately search for a master. But soon no man would be dominant. No men would command them. By that point, the scientist would get to fuck whoever he wanted, and they’d all be awaiting his commands.
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Stefan awoke on Saturday to find himself with a raging hard on and a building lust. He had never wanted to fuck someone more in his entire life. He walked outside of his room in his underwear to see his straight roommate making breakfast. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Then Stefan caught his roommate staring at him, his eyes widening.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” his roommate said.
“What?” Stefan said, confused.
But then his roommate was on his knees, and Stefan’s underwear was around his ankles. His roommate was sucking him off, and Stefan was loving the pleasure too much to stop him. It didn’t matter if his roommate was supposed to be straight. Stefan just needed sex.
Stefan came before long, his cum splattering all over his hungry roommate’s face. The man began to lick the cum off his face.
And Stefan was still hard.
“Shit, I’m still horny.”
As his roommate lapped up the cum, Stefan opened up a hookup app and quickly found someone to fuck. He rushed out the door.
He fucked the guy. He came inside the guy. He was still horny.
Stefan found another guy.
He fucked the guy. He came inside the guy. He was still horny.
Stefan ran into a guy after leaving his last fuck.
He fucked the guy. He came inside the guy. He was still horny.
Stefan hadn’t even eaten yet, his mind was so focused on sex. But he controlled himself just enough to head home. With this much sex, he needed some food to keep his energy up.
Men on the street kept staring at him hungrily. He was attractive, but he had never gotten looks from literally every guy he passed.
By the time he got home and finished eating, his roommate walked back in with a friend. And the friend instantly rushed over to Stefan.
“Wanna fuck?” the man said with a silly grin. Stefan couldn’t help it. He needed to fuck this man’s brains out.
So he did.
His roommate watched as Stefan thrust his dick into the man’s tight hole. Stefan noticed his roommate gently rubbing his own dick through his pants. His roommate that used to be straight.
“Cum inside me,” the man begged.
“Oh, I will.”
Stefan’s sticky load burst from his cock, and both men moaned in ecstasy.
The virus claimed another.
And Stefan was still horny.
Stefan’s lust was unquenchable. Ever since yesterday morning, all he wanted was to fuck. And fuck. And fuck. He didn’t realize it was possible to cum so often. And yet, he had lost count of how many guys he had released his seed inside. Stefan was tired, but that didn’t matter. The lust was more important.
He took the day off work so he could continue fucking. And what better place to find guys to fuck than a gay beach?
It was about an hour drive from his apartment, and he was worried he wouldn’t last that long without needing to cum inside someone else. So he asked his friend Quintin to come with.
After about five minutes on the road, Quintin was going up and down and up and down on Stefan’s cock as he drove. It was as if Stefan’s cock was a magnet, drawing Quintin to it, and Quintin was incapable of resisting its allure. Stefan’s friend barely stopped breathe. Sucking the alpha’s cock was more important.
Stefan felt his cock get more and more sensitive as his friend’s head rhythmically bobbed up and down. Up and down. Every once in a while, Stefan had to snap himself out of it to focus on the road. Luckily, he came a few times, and the burst of pleasure was enough to bring him back to reality.
At the beach, Quintin followed Stefan hungrily, wishing he could continue to suck his friend’s cock forever. But Stefan had other men to fuck. Stefan simply left his clothes in the car and began to walk along the shore. Men stared at him. Men flocked to him. They desired him; they needed him.
And so Stefan fucked them all.
Slathered with precum and lube, his cock slid into ass after ass, pumping and pushing deeper into each man’s hole. Guttural moans took over the beach, as each man was fucked, and the men that were waiting to be fucked were fucking each other.
It was the perfect orgy, with Stefan as its perfect center.
And yet, none of them thought it strange at all. Monogamous couples joined in, shy boys joined in. It didn’t matter. Stefan’s pheromones were intoxicating, and no one could resist.
Stefan felt like a god. All of these men begging for him to penetrate them and to plant his seed within them.
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But the scientist knew Stefan was planting more than his seed in all of these men. He was giving them all the virus the scientist had created to enslave every man in the city.
The scientist had followed Stefan on his exploits. Not too closely though. He was worried that his vaccine didn’t work. But the more he followed Stefan, the more he wanted to join in. He wanted to feel Stefan’s glorious alpha cock penetrate his asshole.
This was unusual. The scientist was sure he was a top… Maybe not. Stefan could fuck him.
He shook his head, trying to push out the thoughts. His vaccine must’ve failed. And he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out once all of these men Stefan had fucked entered the virus’s alpha stage.
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p; Stefan’s pheromones, his perfect body, and his raw dominance… even just one man in the alpha stage might be enough to shatter the scientist’s will.
The Bar
It was Max’s first time at a gay bar. He was the shy type, and he didn’t have any gay friends, so he had no choice but to go alone. Maybe I’ll meet a nice guy, he thought as he stood outside.
He handed his ID to the bouncer outside. The bouncer looked him up and down rather than looking at his ID. Max couldn’t help doing the same. The bouncer was built like a wrestler. He wore a leather jacket with no shirt on under it, so Max could see his massive pecs.
The bouncer gave him a look of approval. Max was shy, but he was handsome too. He worked out enough to have a body he’d be comfortable with.
“You’ll have fun here,” the bouncer said.
Max slipped inside, trying to look inconspicuous. He didn’t want anyone to know this was his first time. He wandered over to the bar.
The bartender was hot. Beautiful muscles with tattoos and a sleeveless shirt to show off his arms. Sexy beard, sexy haircut. He wasn’t exactly Max’s type. The bartender looked mid-to-late twenties. Max wanted to meet someone his age. But Max had nothing else to do at the bar, so he might as well start off with some liquid courage.
“What can I get you?” the bartender said, his voice casual yet powerfully deep.
Max suddenly got even more nervous. He didn’t know anything about ordering drinks. “Umm.”
“First time?” the bartender asked. Max nodded, and the bartender grinned. “No worries, I’ll make you something. My name’s Jackson, by the way.”
“Thanks, Jackson.”
The bartender went to work, and, in a moment, a mixed drink sat in front of Max. He had no idea what it was, but it had a blue glow to it. It looked way more expensive than Max could afford.
“How much?”
“Don’t worry, buddy. This one’s on the house.”
I like this place already, Max thought. He started to sip on the drink. He couldn’t decide what it tasted like. It was kind of sweet, but kind of salty. But he liked it. He really liked it. In fact, he couldn’t stop drinking it. Before he knew it, he had finished.
“Well someone was thirsty,” Jackson said, laughing. “Let me get you another!”
“Oh, I don’t need another,” Max quickly said. He already felt a little odd. Everything felt blurry.
“Of course you don’t need it. But you want it, don’t you?” Jackson’s voice was much less casual than before. It was commanding. But Max barely noticed. His head was so blurry.
“Uhh.”
“Say you want it.”
“I want it,” Max said automatically.
“Good boy.”
Jackson went back to work. Max was barely even aware by the time Jackson put the drink in front of him.
“Drink up, boy,” Jackson commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
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It’s been a month since Max stumbled into that gay bar for the first time. Max could still remember the strange, delicious flavor of the drink that Master Jackson had made him. He had at least one glass of it every day since he first fell under his master’s control. He had never been so happy.
Master Jackson had been training him daily. His muscles were already filling out. He was getting cockier every day. For the first few weeks, Master made him dumber and dumber. But for some reason, Master was starting to make him intelligent again. Yet his mind wasn’t the same as before. It would never be the same. Master was molding him into a completely different person. Max’s friends barely recognized him. But that didn’t matter. They saw Max less and less. He spent most of his time at Master’s house or at the bar. And one night, he learned just what Master was training him for.
“I’m opening another bar. I need someone there to enslave the customers for me. You’re perfect for it, slave,” Master Jackson had told him.
Max swelled up with pride, and his cock swelled up with cum. Master was proud of him. Master had found a way to use him.
“You’re such a good boy,” Master Jackson had said when he saw his slave’s cock harden immediately after Max was praised.
That had been the hottest night of Max’s life. He came more times than he could count. The feeling of master’s massive cock in his ass, master’s sweaty skin rubbing against him. Max felt like he could cum again just thinking about it.
But Master hadn’t fucked him since that night. Instead, Master made Max fuck the other slaves. Max needed to be an alpha. Max needed to be more powerful. With every slave Max fucked, he felt himself falling in love with dominance. He loved controlling the slaves. He loved owning them. Their submission made his dick harder.
Yet what turned him on more than anything was the fact that Master chose him out of all his other himbo slaves. Max was special. Max was Master’s favorite.
After another month of Max fucking every slave in Master’s surprisingly large harem, Master Jackson came to him.
“It’s time,” Master said. “This time, when I cum inside you, you’ll gain the power to take your own slaves.”
Max grinned. His cockiness and thirst for dominance would finally be fulfilled. And, best of all, Master was about to fuck him.
“Of course, all of your slaves will be mine too. My loyal hypnoboys. But you don’t mind, do you, my good boy?”
“I want my slaves to obey you, Master. You’re the true alpha,” Max had said, his voice quivering with the desire to feel Master inside him, with the desire to fuck slaves of his own.
“Good boy. You’ll make me proud, won’t you, slave?”
“Yes, sir.”
Then Master fucked him all night. It was the best night of Max’s life.
The next day — his sore ass reminding him of the pleasure his Master had given him — Max started working as the manager of the new bar. Well, he wasn’t quite the manager. He was the Master. He was the alpha. And he would make his own master proud.
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Max was happily living his new life. It had been a couple weeks since he took over his Master’s second bar. Max would always be nothing compared to Master Jackson, but in this bar, Max was the dominant one. He was the Master. He was the one who made boys obey.
Watching a boy go from cocky to hungrily obedient. Watching a boy go from a shy to a slutty submissive. This is what brought Max pleasure while away from his Master.
Each night, he sat in the corner of the bar, looking for boys to enslave. By now, many of the regular customers were already his. But there was always someone new to enslave. So he sat, waiting, snapping his fingers whenever he wanted one of his obedient bartenders to bring him a drink. If he was bored, he’d call to one of his slaves in the bar. He was always a command away from a sloppy makeout session, from a blowjob, a rimjob, a good fuck. He always got what he wanted.
But instead of using one his toys, tonight he’d wait for the perfect boy to enslave.
It didn’t take long. When you enslave the hottest guys in town, it’s only natural that even hotter ones will follow.
The former Max would never approach this jock. He’d be too nervous. This guy was huge. His shirt couldn’t confine his muscles; they stretched the fabric. Max expected the shirt to burst into pieces any second, the muscles breaking through in their oiled, sculpted glory. And his face. This man could’ve been a work of art with his chiseled cheek bones, his perfect features. No, the former Max would never approach this guy. If given the chance, Max’s old self would’ve worshiped this guy. But not now. This guy was going to worship Max.
So Max notified his bartenders. They were to sneak some of the hypno formula into the guy’s drinks. Then Max just waited. He watched the guy. Max’s eyes glowed whenever the guy looked at him, and each time, the guy stared at him longer. The combination of the formula and his eyes were more than enough to draw the guy to him.
Before long, the guy was walking up to Max, leaving his friends behind.
“Garrett, s-sir,” he said, the word “sir” unfamiliar on his tongue. “I mean, not s-sir.”
“Oh no, you definitely meant to say ‘s-sir.’” He smirked as he mocked the boy.
Garrett was visibly uncomfortable. Deep in his mind, he knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t help being aroused by the man’s eyes. And he couldn’t bring himself to leave.
“Uh, what’s your name?” Garrett asked.
“To you, it’s sir. Or Master, if you prefer.”
“Maybe, I should… I should go,” Garrett said, his nearly quivering voice strange with such a muscled physique. He wasn’t the cocky man he was a short time ago.
“No, stay with me, boy,” Max said. “Come here.”
Garrett felt his legs move closer. Max’s gloved hand was suddenly on the back of Garrett’s head, and Max forcefully pulled him close. They were less than an inch away, and Garrett couldn’t hold back. Max’s eyes glowed so powerfully. He wanted to kiss this man so bad. He needed to kiss sir.
Garrett kissed him, tongue going deep into sir’s mouth. There was no need to walk away or hold back. He was just making out with sir. No harm done. He kissed guys in bars all the time.
Then he felt sir’s tongue invade his mouth, and Garrett had never felt such ecstasy from a kiss. He never wanted it to end. But then sir pulled back.
“What’s my name, boy?” Max asked him.
“S-sir. No. It’s mast-” Garrett shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking of saying this.
“Be a good boy. You know the title I deserve.”
“You’re Master,” Garrett exhaled. He felt his will leave him with his breath.
“That’s my boy.” Max groped Garrett’s jeans, feeling the bulging cock desperate to escape the tight confines of the pants.
Garrett let out a deep moan. His eyes were glazed over. His mind was glazed over. Somewhere in his blurry mind, he knew this was wrong, but he wanted Master so bad.
