by Declan Ward
Finally, I reached the security checkpoint. They sent us in one guy at a time. Strangely enough, I could hear bass thumping behind the door, as if I was about to walk into a club. It didn’t make sense.
The security guy motioned me to come over.
“Name?” he asked.
“Jonny Gutierrez. Two n’s, no h,” I said.
He found my name and checked it off, and I expected he’d let me in. Instead he flashed his watch in front of my face. It flashed a light blue over and over. Suddenly I felt disoriented. I could see that the security officer’s eyes were glowing the color too, even though they weren’t before. And then, when I turned my head, I saw myself reflected in a mirror. My eyes were glowing blue too.
“What’s going on?” I asked, confused.
“Standard procedure,” he answered.
I looked at him. He must work out more than me. His muscles were perfect. He was kind of hot in his security getup. I shook my head. Not hot. It was normal to admire a guy’s muscles. Nothing wrong with that.
But he was kind of hot.
Really hot actually. I shook my head again.
“You’re clear to go inside,” the man said.
He opened the door, and the thumping bass shook the room. I walked in, hearing the door slam behind me. The room was massive. And it definitely wasn’t an assembly. It was some sort of club. There were guys all over the place, dancing and making out with each other. I noticed some guys in corners sucking and fucking each other like it was normal. And I was ridiculously turned on. My dick was getting harder by the second.
But wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a freshman welcome thing? Why was this happening? Why would a school let guys fuck around with each other on campus property? Why did I want to fuck around with these guys?
I noticed one guy walking toward me. His muscles were sculpted too, and his clean-cut beard highlighted his dark brown eyes. But I wasn’t eyeing his face. I was staring at the beautiful bulge in his jeans.
Maybe I wouldn’t need to leave campus to find girls. There were plenty of guys to fuck here.
I was going to like this school.
The Failing Student
Levi wasn’t doing so well in his history class. In fact, we was completely failing. It was too late in the semester to make any difference in his grade. He would fail, and he’d probably have to take classes during the summer semester.
Unless he took desperate measures.
He wasn’t great at history, but he was a pretty good thief. He stole a couple of pills from the classified, experimental program his dad was working on. The pills made the person taking them able to instantly hypnotize people. The program was failing though; they couldn’t get the pills to work for more than five minutes. But that was all Levi needed.
His professor had office hours in the early evening on Fridays, which was the perfect time for Levi’s plan. Barely anyone would be in the building, so he’d be able to avoid interruptions.
He knocked on the door, and his professor looked disappointed. No doubt he was unhappy to see his worst student.
Levi dropped down into the chair across from his professor.
“What can I do for you, Levi?” he asked.
“Hey, Prof. I was hoping I could find a way to raise my grade before the end of the semester.”
His professor actually chuckled. Levi was pissed. This guy was an asshole.
“I’m sorry, Levi. It’s just too late for that.”
That was Levi’s cue. He popped the pill right in front of the professor.
“What the hell are you doing?” the professor asked, clearly confused and more than a little irritated.
“You’re about to find out.” This time, Levi was the one laughing.
Levi’s eyes began to glow a vibrant red. The red hue impacted Levi’s vision; everything around him looked warmer, redder than before.
His professor looked shocked, then confused. Then he just looked. He stared into Levi’s eyes.
“That’s right, Prof. Take a load off. Just stare into my eyes for a bit.”
“Stare…” his professor muttered incoherently.
“Yeah, just stare.”
“Just… stare…”
“You feel so relaxed. Your eyes are so heavy. If it weren’t for my vibrant eyes, you wouldn’t be able to stay awake. But you’re so transfixed on my eyes. Aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Transfixed.”
“Yeah, you’re in a trance.”
“A trance.”
“Good Prof.” Levi was smirking. He remembered the asshole professor chuckling at him. That was enough to piss Levi off. He’d do more than just get the man to change his grades. “You’re going to give me an ‘A’ at the end of the semester, understand?”
“I’m going to give you an ‘A’ at the end of the semester,” his professor repeated, his voice as vacant as his eyes.
“But you’re going to do a lot more than that for me. You like me a lot, don’t you, Prof?”
“Yeah.”
“In fact, you love me.”
The professor nodded, as if he was resisting just a little bit. Just enough to stop him from saying it.
“Say it. Tell me you love me.”
“I… I… I love…”
“Be a good boy for me. Say it.” Levi stood up and put his hand on the professor’s face, fingers rubbing his skin through his beard.
“I love you, Levi.”
“Good boy.” Levi kissed his professor, and he was surprised at how eagerly the professor kissed back. His professor wanted this. Maybe he really did love him. But Levi was running out of time. The pill would wear off any second. He needed to make sure he had the professor for good.
“You love me so much that you’ll do whatever I tell you from now on, understand?”
“Yes, Levi.”
“You’ll love me and obey me forever.”
“Yes, Levi.”
“Good boy,” Levi said.
He went in to kiss the professor again, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Levi reached down and began to grope his professor’s cock through his pants. It was hard, and it felt huge. Levi looked down and grinned.
Suddenly, he realized that the red hue had faded from his vision. The pills had worn off. For a moment, Levi was terrified. If his professor caught him this close, groping his cock, he’d be expelled.
But then the professor put his hand on Levi’s face, pulling him in for another kiss. And soon after that, the professor was kneeling before Levi, kissing Levi’s cock through his jeans. As Levi took in the bliss, the professor unzipped the jeans and pulled his student’s lengthy cock out of his pants. Hungrily, the professor sucked it, and Levi’s hand remained on the back of his head, guiding him the whole time. The professor was in love with his student. The professor was eager to obey.
The effects of the pill hadn’t lasted long, but the professor’s servitude would last forever.
Doctor’s Orders
I moved to a new state recently, so I had no choice but to get a new doctor. The waiting room was empty. My appointment was the last one today.
This chick I just started dating was being way too paranoid about having sex. She worried about me not being clean. She thought I might have something. Sure, I’ve fucked around a lot, but I’m careful. Whatever, I just needed to get a few tests, and once the doctor said I was clean, I could fuck her and move on.
When they called my name, I hurried in, eager to get it over with. The doctor looked like he should be modeling instead of working here. I was kind of jealous. I bet this chick would’ve let me fuck her already if I looked as good as this guy.
“So what do you need today? Typical checkup?” he asked.
“Just need to get tested for STDs,” I answered impatiently.
“Anything in particular?”
“The usual ones I guess. You’d know better than me,” I said.
He looked a little annoyed. I was being short with him. I guess I was
more impatient than I realized.
“Have you had anything in the past?”
I shook my head, and then I noticed I was tapping my foot in impatience.
“Why don’t you relax? There’s no need to rush,” he said.
He had a deep, soothing voice, and I had to admit it helped me relax. But I still wanted to get out of there. He was fiddling with some tools at the counter while he kept talking.
“This will go much smoother if you just take a breath. In and out. Just calm down. Relax.”
He sat down in front of me. I was breathing slower. It was helping. I didn’t know why I needed to relax so much for a few tests, but I was definitely calming down.
“Don’t think about it. You were right. I do know better than you.”
“You are the doctor,” I muttered. The words were harder to get out than I expected. My mind had a hard time processing them.
“Yes, and you need to trust your doctor. You trust me, don’t you?”
I nodded. His words made so much sense.
“Good. Now, just focus on my finger as I move it back and forth.”
He kept waving it back and forth, slowly, as if it were a pendulum. He kept saying things as he did this, but I was more focused on following his finger than listening to the words. I caught a few of them. Relax. Deep. Trust.
“W-wait,” I managed to get out. “What does this have to do with getting tested?”
“Shhh. Don’t think. You trust me. Let me think for you.”
“Let you think…” I said, the words flowing out of my mouth just like his words were flowing into my mind.
Then all of the sudden, he stopped waving his finger and pointed it at me. He moved it forward and touched my forehead, and there was a purple flash of light.
When I woke up, I was naked on a table, my dick was hard, and my head felt lighter than ever. The doctor walked up to me, a grin on his face, and he began to stroke my dick.
“How are you, boy?” he asked.
“I’m great, doctor,” I said through the haze in my mind.
“Good boy. I understand you came here to get tested so you could have sex with some chick?”
“No, that doesn’t make sense. I just want to have sex with you,” I said.
Why would I want to fuck anyone else? I just wanted my doctor to fuck me.
“That’s right. There’s nobody else but me,” he said.
He leaned down and kissed me deep, our tongues writhing passionately against each other. I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him. As his tongue nearly went down my throat, I felt his strong hands rhythmically moving up and down my cock. He went faster and faster as my precum started to drip.
“Now, boy, get up and face the wall.”
I stood and moved toward the wall, eager for what was coming.
“I’m going to prescribe you something. A fuck a day. My cock in your ass every time. You understand?”
“Yes, doctor.”
His breath against my neck, his rock hard dick against my ass. And my virgin ass let him slip inside me. A moan of pleasure escaped me as he started to fuck me, slow. And then fast. And then we pushed into each other, and he slipped in deeper. And I slipped deeper under his control.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Remembrance
Ethan woke in a haze.
His eyes were tired, his mouth had a strange taste lingering, and his ass was sore. And wherever he was, it wasn’t his room. He took in his surroundings. He was on the floor, but there was a bed in front of him. It was a hotel room. But why would he be in a hotel room?
The last thing he remembered was getting on the bus on his way home from work. There was a strange man who kept eyeing him… Did the man switch seats so he was directly across from Ethan?
Damn, his mind was just so hazy.
Then he heard the doorknob turning. Someone was coming into his hotel room. Or was it his? It wasn’t as if Ethan remembered checking in. It wasn’t as if he had a key card to the room. He had just woken up there.
His mind must’ve been cloudier than he thought, because it seemed only a second had gone by after he heard the door, and now a man was sitting on the bed, looking at him.
The man leaned forward, and Ethan heard a soft creak as the man’s leather jacket moved forward with him. Ethan vaguely recognized the man, though he couldn’t place why. And although Ethan was straight, he felt part of himself longing for this man. While part of his body rejected the idea, most of it grew a subtle arousal for the man before him. And then he remembered. This was the guy who eyed him on the bus.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice soft and deep; Ethan shuddered with the power of it.
“Who are you?” Ethan managed to force the words from his mouth.
The man laughed, deep and bellowing. Ethan found himself wanting to laugh along with the man. But he tried to focus: why was he here?
“You don’t remember me, boy?” The man said.
And the subtle arousal Ethan felt burst into deep pleasure as the man called him “boy.” He felt his cock hardening and lengthening in his underwear. This made him look down, and he suddenly realized that besides his underwear, he was completely naked.
“The bus…” he muttered.
“That all you remember, boy? Let me remind you.”
His piercing dark eyes turned bright, a faint, red glow lining them. Ethan felt his mind falling into nothingness. He felt his body moving on its own, crawling to the man. There was a faint red tint to Ethan’s vision, but he was still able to make out the man’s perfect features. How his hair rested so perfectly on his head as his beard perfectly lined his face. How his muscled rippled through the shirt underneath his leather jacket. How his bulge nearly broke through his jeans.
“Do you remember now, boy?”
Ethan felt pure with his hunger to serve now. He remembered following the man to the hotel room, confused but curious, and he remembered submitting quickly to the man’s controlling eyes. He remembered sucking the man’s thick cock, swallowing his cum as if it were the greatest gift he could ever receive. He remembered the thick cock breaking his tight ass, hard, fast thrusts forcing him to release guttural moans of ecstasy. He remembered the animalistic pleasure he felt in service of this man.
“I remember, Master.”
Perfect Date
The date was perfect, so I decide to go back to his place. Maybe we’ll fuck, maybe we’ll just hang out. I don’t really care. This guy is perfect, so I’m assuming we’ll have a great time either way.
When we arrive at the apartment, he sits on his couch and pats the space next to him. I sit down.
“So, I should tell you something,” he starts. Suddenly I’m nervous. Is he not interested? But then, why would he have invited me to his place?
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” he says. I’m a little disappointed, but then I realize he’s not done talking. “I’m looking for a slave.”
I start laughing. This has to be a joke. But he isn’t smiling back.
“I’m serious,” he says.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say. My laughter ceases, and I have no idea what to do. I start to think I should leave. I knew this was too good to be true.
“I’m not kidding. I’m looking for a slave,” he says. He put his hand on my face and pulls me closer to him, close enough to kiss. “And you’d be the perfect slave.”
That’s when I decide I have to get out of here.
I rush for the door, but he’s faster. And much stronger. He grabs me by the shoulders, turns me around, and pushes me back on the sofa. He’s standing over me. I look for the fastest way out, but he leans forward, nearly pinning me in the corner of the sofa.
“I get what I want. And you’re going to be my slave,” he says. “But don’t worry, you’ll like it.”
His green eyes start to glow, and they’re mesmerizing. The bright green absorbs my attention.
“That’s right. Just relax. Stare into my eyes. Feel yourself focusing so tightly on them. Feel your body relaxing, falling deeper. Deeper. So deep.”
My body relaxes immediately. My mind still tries to tell it to move, to get away. But my body ignores it. It’s as if I’ve lost control of my body completely. I can think, but I can’t control my voice enough to speak. I can think, but I can’t get my eyes to move away from the bright, captivating green. I can think, but I can’t control my ears enough to stop listening to his luscious, velvety deep voice.
“It’s impossible to move. You’re locked into my eyes, your ears are only listening to my voice. Nothing else. You find yourself taking deep breaths. Relaxing further. Deeper. Deeper.”
There’s absolutely nothing I can do. My mind screams at my body to move, but it’s useless. And I’m starting to fight less. I want to give up. If I can’t control my body, I might as well let it happen. And I’m so relaxed. So hard to fight. But I have to think.
“And as your body relaxes completely, your mind starts to go with it. Deeper. You feel your thoughts evaporating. It’s hard to think. It’s hard to fight. Deeper. You can’t think. You can’t fight.”
I can’t. He’s right. So deep.
“You don’t want to think.”
I don’t want to think.
“You don’t want to fight.”
I don’t want to fight.
“No resistance.”
No resistance.
“That’s good. From now on, everything I say is completely and utterly true. And you’ll want to do everything I say, no matter what. Isn’t that right?”
I nod.
“Good. Now when I snap my fingers, you’ll awaken, and you won’t remember anything that happened while you were in trance. It’ll be as if I just cornered you on the couch. Understand?”
I nod.
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I need to find a way to get away from him, but he’s standing over me, pinning me in the corner of the couch. I’ve got to move.
