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The Pre-Initiation Preparation
Sean is an old hand of the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC). Formerly a long distance truck driver, but changed his job to only works short distance trips. He prefers to stay close to home these days so he can focus more on the work of the MMC and keep a firm control of the lads he handles. Sean is currently the Handler of 9 lads who are dedicated to Marlboro - zealot recruiters for the Marlboro Youth Club (MYC). All his lads have all been involved with the MYC for a few years, all highly advanced in their personal development and deeply indoctrinated in the Marlboro Cult. Sean has been Craig's Handler for 4 years, since Craig's initiation into the MYC when he finished school at 16. Craig would have been elevated to the MMC earlier, but his effective work with the young lads has been a great asset. He grew into a natural leader with an instinctive talent for mental and emotional manipulation, resulting in exceptionally quick results in the fetish training, addiction enhancement and obsessive devotion to Marlboro through the activities and rituals at the MYC weekly meetings.
There being numerous other advanced lads heavily involved in this work at the MYC, it's now time for Craig to move up to the MYC's ruling body… the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC). As Sean sat with Craig to discuss his elevation, there were things that Sean wanted to tell him.
"You're an intelligent lad, Craig. Your dedication to Marlboro and your talents will take you far in the Organisation. Before your initiation, I want you to understand the broader picture. The goals. The hierarchy. What it is you really belong to." "I know you understand what's important and priority, but you need to be fully aware and take on board what we are and where we fit into the scheme."
"Oh, I wanna know everything, Sir" Craig eagerly replied.
"Tell me, lad. What is the Marlboro Youth Club?"
Craig smirked as he pulled in a lungful of smoke. He waited a moment then replied. "If my old man knew anything about it, he'd say it's a nasty cesspit of perverted degeneracy and filth!" and he laughed.
His Handler kept a straight face and responded… "And what do you understand it to be?"
Craig's face took on a serious expression as he looked firmly into his Handler's eyes. "It's a f*ckin beautiful cauldron and conveyor belt for transforming lads into dedicated smokers devoted to Marlboro."
Sean's face remained serious as he stared back into Craig's eyes.
"Exactly right, my lad." "The MYC is fundamental an essential point of reception of lads from the population, commanded by the hierarchy to be established and run by every MMC Cell."
This was the first time Craig had heard any mention of a hierarchy above the MMC. He interest was sharpened. Sean saw it in his eyes, and continued.
"There are secret Marlboro Men's Club cells across the country… across every industrial country. We are part of a global organisation… a global 'faith' you could say."
Craig's eyes widened as the enormity of what he was hearing sank in. He felt the welling between his legs at the realisation that the Cult of Marlboro wasn't just here in his town, but that they were just a small outpost of a massive organisation. His Handler continued. "Each region is under a Regional Leader who has absolute authority over us. Our obedience to him is unconditional. He knows everything that goes on here… the recruitment figures, the personal info of every recruit, and receives a weekly report on progress."
Craig took a quick involuntary gasp, then pulled hard on the smoke as his hand reached down to adjust his pants.
"Wow. Fuck*n wow, Sir!"
Sean continued; his gaze still fixed.
"These are things you need to know before you are received tomorrow.. That jacket that you wear, as worn by all the young MYC members, isn't simply a fetishized uniform of belonging to the club and to Marlboro. It's the uniform that identifies you as property of the Organisation. It identifies you as merely a number that's been fed into their system. on what you correctly referred to as the 'conveyor belt'. Think of it as a factory process, and you are in the initial stages of a product being formed."
Craig let out a "Fuuck!! That's so fckin amazing, Sir!!"… as he reached for the next Red from his pack on the table.
"Isn't it!" replied Sean, as he saw the positive impact on Craig.
Sean continued to reveal the facts… "Our Leader reports to his superiors at the National Headquarters, and they are under the global Corporate Head Office. It's from the Head Office that the rituals and activities of both the Marlboro Men's Club and the Youth Club have come. Every MMC and MYC around the world practice and indulge the same routines and rituals, designed to mould and fully assimilate each addicted recruit The jacket isn't simply to provide young impressionable minds with a sense of belonging to the Youth Club, It is one part of the overall regime of harnessing and remoulding minds into exactly what the Corporation requires." Craig smirked as he inhaled - his gaze still fixed on his Handler.
"But you knew that, didn't you. You know exactly what your work at the MYC is about. You just didn't know about the bigger picture."
Craig's full acceptance of the reality had him excited. His own reprogramming as a dedicated disciple of Marlboro produced the expected response.
Craig spoke up… "So, the contract that each of us signed when we were initiated and received our jackets…. " Craig hadn't even contemplated the contract during his own initiation a few years ago.
"Oh, our Leader keeps a copy of each contract, and a copy is held in the files of the National Headquarters… The original that you signed is amongst the hundreds of thousands in the vaults of the Corporate Head Office."
Before all this was able to sink in properly, Sean moved on to prepare Craig for what was to come for him.
"Your elevation and initiation to the MMC next week is a major event for you. You should know what to anticipate." Craig's anticipation was electric, as Sean continued… "The small Marlboro shrine of the MYC which the lads face during the ritual of devotion as they smoke and… do what young lads do… is primary training you've been providing so well for them. It's such an important part of their mental and sexual formation for what lies ahead. When you enter the room with me next week for your initiation, everything will be familiar to you… but on a much greater scale. Up until now, it's only me who's been breeding you."
As Sean mentioned his intimate breeding sessions at Sean's appartment, Craig thought of how intense those ritual sex sessions have been, as they both smoked hard while facing his Handler's shrine to Marlboro while growling mantras of devotion. Craig always felt some other presence entered the room during these sex rituals. It was there that Sean had introduced Craig to poppers, ensuring Craig sank into deep gooning devotion as he faced the Marlboro shrine, pulled on a Red while he was pumped from behind.
"Next week at your elevation to the MMC, you'll receive your leathers, and each member will fill you during the ritual as you stand up against the Grand Altar of Marlboro and face the Marlboro icon above it." "You will then be prepared for next month's visit from our Regional Leader who will personally seed you to complete your assimilation for the Corporation.
Craig's face twisted in a mixture or disbelief and eagerness. His hand holding the Red was trembling. He was realising the enormity of his elevation.
Sean continued to reveal the final details of what's to come..
"Those carefully crafted rituals of the Youth Club prepare each recruit for this stage that you're about to embrace. You said that your old man would say that the Marlboro Youth Club is a nasty cesspit of perverted degeneracy and filth, if he knew about it…. Well, it's mere training and preparation for the next level, which you about to enter into."
Craig could hardly contain his heightened level of excitement and eagerness at his Handler's words.
The final revelations from Sean were revealed with an almost reverence.
"Most people think that Marlboro, the world's most successful and best known cigarette is nothing more than that. A cigarette brand… but you understand that Marlboro is so much more, in every possible way. It commands loyalty and dedication from millions across the world, without them even knowing why."
"The rituals that have become an essential part of you since you joined us - They channel and harness the essential essence of a lad into Marlboro's ownership. Where a Christian faces a crucifix, the disciples of Marlboro face the icon of Marlboro…. you understand?"
Craig's face was now expressionless as the reality he'd felt at each MYC meeting was now being stated out loud.
"Those occult rituals which the young lads find so horny during the pleasures of the Friday evening Youth Club meetings… It isn't just horny 'fun'. It isn't even just the moulding of a faith or religion. It is the initial stages of feeding and remoulding them into what we all become at our very essence. The powers and forces that we can never truly understand that come to us through the portal which is Marlboro… make us part of it. We are bonded and assimilated in Marlboro."
"The creed of the Corporation is simple… The salvation of the world and global harmony will only be achieved by Marlboro. The Final Solution will be achieved when every male is inhaling the essence of Marlboro, uniting together in one mind under the control of the Corporation. THIS goal of what we serve. This is why nothing is more important than our work in gathering all to Marlboro. We serve. We obey. We dedicate ourselves utterly to Marlboro… because Marlboro wants them all!"
Craig was ready. He held his head back in a rush of ecstasy as he reached out to his Handler's gloved hand. He now fully understood what his life was for.
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Regional Lord
Little is known about the Leader of the Regional Area of the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC). He is the overseer of all the local Clubs in this region of the country.
Having great charisma and presence, he was installed in his position a few years ago when the previous Leader was inaugurated as the Supreme Leader of the Cult in the country.
His Authority
Each MMC Cell in the region is under his control, with any new Leader of local MMC Cells being consecrated and appointed by him.
He ensures that the practices and rituals of the region's MMC Cells remain strictly in line with the MCC Manual. The Manual is known colloquially to the members as the 'Marlboro Bible'. You could say it's like scripture, from which there must be no deviation.
The reports of the MMC and Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) all pass his desk.
His visits
He visits each MMC Cell in his region twice a year, where he resides over a ceremony which is only conducted by him. A special ritual known as the Rite of Affirmation.
All recruits over the previous 6 months are personally anointed and 'sealed' during, what amounts to, a pastiche of a Mass, focussed on addiction, male virility and sodomy in devotion to Marlboro. Communal feeding is indulged by all present at the ritual ('Feeding' is the term used to describe smoking).
A local acquisition
Over the previous 6 months, the local MMC Cell led by Max achieved an important success - the conversion of the parish priest of the local church. When the assimilation of the priest into the MMC was reported to the Regional Leader, he quickly conveyed new plans for his next visit - a revised location for the Rite of Affirmation.
The priest carries a pack of Marlboro Reds in his briefs under his vestments as he celebrates the Sunday Mass. Although fully inaugurated into the MMC, the priest was concerned about the instruction to use the church as the location for the ritual. The risks could be high. Although a small congregation, others had keys to the church. It would be difficult to secure secrecy of the diabolical desecration of the church. He wasn't concerned about the desecration, but only of being discovered and exposed.
It was important to the Cult that he maintained his position so they could ensure long-term access, so a plan was devised.
The Visitation
The date of the Regional Leader's visit was announced, and the plans were carried out. By the time the date arrived, only the priest and his young curate had keys to the church. The curate had been delivered to the MMC and initiated 2 weeks before, and it was announced to the congregation that a private group were hiring the building for the evening with a decent hire cost. That pleased the poor congregation, and ensured there'd be no interruptions.
The Regional Leader ordered a meeting with the priest that morning. Max and the priest waited to be summoned to the 'white room' where the meeting would be held.
Even Max was nervous, knowing the power of the Leader's presence and the importance of pleasing him. They heard the call and went in.
The priest had been instructed on the procedure. Although the MMC members are referred to as 'Sir' by their subordinates of the MYC, the Leader had the title of Lord.
Both Max and the priest bowed low before the Leader who was sat a plain white chair in the middle of the room, dangling a Marlboro Red from his lips. The room was full of the Leader's powerful aura which felt dark and oppressive. It was a presence the priest had never experienced before. There was almost supernatural, beyond just human. Something deep inside the priest gave him an instinctive fear, as if something was about to threaten his life. It was telling him to turn and run as fast as he could - but he couldn't. The aura of the Leader felt as if it was enfolding the priest, like a predator ensnaring it's prey in a web before devouring it.
Max pressed his hand down on the priest's shoulder, directing him to kneel. The priest knelt before the Leader. The priest felt his heart sinking, yet a bulge began to swell between his legs. Whatever it was that his instinct was telling him to run away from, this act of kneeling felt like a line of no return had been crossed. The fear within the priest rose as he began to tremble - a sly smirk crossing the lips of the Leader's mouth. The priest's head still bowed, the Leader put his gloved hand on the priest's head, as if giving a blessing - the priest trembling in a deep fear, feeling the touch and energy of the dark presence on him.
"Look at me" The Leader instructed the priest in a deep gravelly voice.
As the priest looked up to the Leader's face, his body continued trembling in fear, but now in awe.
The Leader slowly removed the shades from his eyes, revealing a hot red glow which began penetrating into the mind of the priest who was instantly transfixed.
In a slow deep voice, the Leader spoke again….
"Receive Me!"
As the red glowing eyes of the Leader radiated his energies into the priest's eyes fixed on his, the fear faded and his bulge began to throb and leak. The fear, the urge to run away... and the priests autonomy and willpower were being drained... and replaced.
"FEED! Hissed the Leader... and the priest instantly pulled deep on his Marlboro Red as twisted dark sensations and images began to fill his mind. He was filled with sensations of intense lustful ecstasy... a new revelation... a liberation... He was beginning to see his true purpose in life.
Again, the deep voice penetrated the priest…
"The only church is Marlboro.... There is no other church."
The priest's mind became full of images of the altar in his church with a Marlboro banner hanging behind it, ash covering the altar cloth, and MMC members performing acts of depraved sodomy on and around the altar as they smoked.
The priest's tool in his trousers throbbed like he'd never known, as the visions were transferred into the priest's mind. He was in a state of total euphoria. Sensations he'd never felt before pulsed through him to the images in his mind he could never have imagined.
All his autonomy was being consumed, as the overwhelming impact on his mind twisted his brain and took control. He understood now, hidden from him all his life. Marlboro really was the only Church... and the godlike figure he knelt before was far greater than any deity that he'd ever prayed to.
He'd never felt as alive as he did now. The intense lustful sensations continued to pump his mind and body.
The priest gasped "Yes Lord!... Yes, my Lord!!"
"What is this Christian faith?... this Jesus?" the Leader demanded a reply.
The priest's Christian faith and devotion to Christ now felt pathetic and hollow. A distant emptiness before the darkness and superior power and presence of this real god before whom he knelt in utter submission and worship. The Marlboro Red's icon on the wall behind the Leader represented the true faith a God.
As the priest pulled hungrily again from the Marlboro Red, he replied in a whisper... "Nothing... it is all nothing... my Lord."
As his words left his lips, the priest understood that he was also nothing now, other than a compliant vessel and utility for Marlboro.
At his words, the Leader took the cigarette from his lips and let out a dark triumphant laugh.
"Yesssss" he hissed.
The priest felt his new Lord's power surge overwhelmingly through him, poisoning any possible remnant of resistance or doubt.
As the priest froze in the overwhelming onslaught to his mind, the Leader covered his eyes again with the shades and drew on his cigarette.
The process was complete. The mood instantly changed. The Leader placed his hand back on the priest's head, this time as if stroking a pet, saying...
"You will do everything I require."
"Yes Lord" came back the reply from the priest, fully compliant to his Lord.
Max stepped forward, having witnessed all that happened, and helped the priest to his feet.
Not a further word was spoken, as Max led the priest from the room. The priest was permanently changed.
The following evening was to be the culmination of the Regional Leader's visit. Max went with the priest to begin preparations for the Rite of Affirmation in its new location. The images put into his mind by his Lord would be fulfilled. The desecration of the altar at the priest's church, now only hours away, and it will be rededicated as Marlboro's altar through the sealing of the new recruits by his Lord upon it.
Next Sunday's Mass for his congregation will be a new experience for him, as the Marlboro Reds pack against his phallus under the vestments will be a constant reminder of what he really worships... as he eagerly anticipates the return of his Lord in 6 months when the church will be 'rented out' again.
'Andy waits in a MMC side room for his confirmation to the elite group'
Andy was a fine young lad from a middle class home - supported by his parents in his hobbies and interests. He was their only child, and invested all their love and care in him. He wanted to grow up to have a wife and kids and become a doctor. Up to the age of 14 he worked hard at his studies, shy, but popular and well respected by the others in his class.
The First Step
Then one day, just after his 14th birthday, one of the lads at school who'd been trying to get him to try a cigarette for some weeks - finally broke Andy's resistance. That fateful day of inhaling his first Marlboro Red would change the direction of his future and his ambitions. This other lad who was in the year above Andy was a member of the Marlboro Youth Club (MYC), with the directive common to all MYC members... to entice, recruit, and use every method they've been taught to turn their peers into Marlboro smokers and introduce them to the MYC.
Initial Processing
Andy had become that lad's latest target, and within 6 weeks of steadily working on him, Andy was smoking 12 Reds per day and fetishizing Marlboro. The recruiter had put Andy's name forward to his Handler as his current project. As usual in every case, the lad reported to his Handler of progress and any issues that might crop up so that his Handler could guide and instruct the lad in manipulating Andy into deeper addiction and fetishization of Marlboro.
Together with his Handler, it was decided when Andy's processing was advanced enough to be prime for introducing him to the MYC. This was always a careful decision, as introducing too early before addiction and fetishization were embedded could result in rejection. Maintaining the secrecy of the MYC and it's activities was priority, and each member was bound to secrecy. Any recruiter needed to be absolutely confident that his project was developed enough that the first experience of the MYC would instantly trigger cravings for the advanced levels of what he'd been nurtured to crave.
At 8 weeks, on 18 Reds a day and approaching obsessive fetishizing of Marlboro with Andy's recruiter, the lad and his Handler decided Andy was ready.
The First MYC Meeting
They were right. Andy's introduction to his first Friday evening Marlboro Youth Club meeting had an instant impact. His recruiter watched him with satisfaction as Andy was overwhelmed with excitement after the initial shock of what he saw. Although shy, he was eased into the activities with the others there, greedy for it. The thick smoke filling the building and the Marlboro logo emblazoned and highlighted on the wall, as all the lads there indulged together before it... It was everything Andy had been cultivated to crave... and so much more than he could have imagined.
He knew many of the MYC member from his school who were amongst many lads from other local schools. They all revelled together wearing the same black shiny puffa jackets, with no sense of inter-school competition or difference.
Secrecy
Halfway through the session, Andy eagerly signed an oath of secrecy.
He'd told his parents that he was going to a Youth Club with his mates, so when he eventually got home at 21.30 after the 2 hour meeting, he told them how very cool it was and had a great time with various sports and activities with lads there from various schools. His parents saw the new spark in Andy and how it had been so good for him, so they agreed he should go there each Friday evening, being pleased that Andy was becoming more sociable with others of his age.
Perfect Formula
The structure and content of the MYC rituals and activities are designed by the ruling body of the Corporation, and strictly adhered to by every MYC group. Designed for optimum impact on lads at a most impressionable age of development of the brain, as their sexuality and sense of meaning begins to mature. The MYC system exists specifically to influence, adapt and mould their oncoming maturity at their most malleable age...for Marlboro.
Progress
Over the first month of attendance, Andy gradually became fully integrated into the activities and rituals of the MYC. The rituals had a profound impact as he repeated the mantras in unison with the gathered crowd of lads facing the Club's Marlboro shrine. His family wasn't religious, and this was the first time he really experienced and understood what it meant to worship. This new spirituality he was experiencing was bonded to his sexual needs. Combined with all the other lads in the same state, it was as if the illuminated Marlboro icon over the shrine was alive, emanating a powerful supernatural presence in the room which encompassed them all into a united state of utter bliss. It took on the nature of a Pentecostal meeting as they pumped their lungs in communion and sank into utter submission and adoration before the power as they chanted.
The Changes
Under the firm control of the older leaders of the sessions, Andy progressed quickly in addiction and fetish development. Andy's new focus on Marlboro put everything else in the shadows. His school work became secondary, and his only future ambition was to have more pleasure through Marlboro and the MYC sessions. His deepening obsession was reaching maturity, exactly as the meetings were designed to achieve. Any thoughts of having a wife and family were firmly extinguished. Any attraction to girls was being rapidly erased by the MYC activities with the other members.
After the first 2 weeks, Andy had been assigned his own Handler who kept regular contact by WhatsApp between meetings. It was his Handler who decided the time of his full membership of the MYC. After 8 weeks, the time had arrived. Andy was given his puffer jacket and signed a document of loyalty to Marlboro and the Cult. It wasn't anything legally binding at his age. This was symbolic. It was 2 years later on his 16th birthday when he would be Confirmed by the leader of the local Marlboro Men's Club (MMC) and sign the legal contract stating all that he is and owns becomes property of Marlboro and the Corporation.
Intermediate Stage
Two years after Andy's introduction to the MYC, at the age of 16, Andy was still too young to progress to the MMC which kept to the more traditional age of 18 for membership. But at 16 he could drive, pay tax, vote, and have consensual sex.. he was able to leave home and be installed in one of the MMC numerous basic apartments shared with other MYC members.
It was important that many of the lads were extracted from their families when there was influence at home that impeded their progress. Andy was one of these. He'd kept everything secret from his parents... even smoking was carefully cloaked from them. But now he was free and didn't care what they thought. He even lit up a Red as he left the house for the last time, to the shock of his parents at the door. He was leaving them behind to go to what he knew to be his real family.
Continued Schooling
He didn't however, quit school. He's struggled to pass his exams, as encouraged by his Handler, and stayed on to theoretically study for advance level qualifications. This was the requirement of Andy's Handler, as his recruitment work amongst his peers had been producing steady successes. This was to be continued under the guise of study in order for his Handler to put him forward for the elite group.
The Marlboro Devils
He was now one of the older members of the MYC, one of the leaders and a talented nurturer of new members. Too young to be elevated to the MMC, he was elected by his Handler to join the elite intermediary group. The membership was of this group included members of both the MYC and the MCC, but qualifying had certain conditions. An elected member needed to be a highly efficient, zealous and successful recruiter, and also had to work or study in an educational establishment. This second requirement was essential for qualification, as a member needed to have a broad access to a potential harvest.
On being accepted, Andy faced his ritual reception at the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC). He was pumped with pride for the recognition for his recruitment work. Totally transformed from the shy and studious boy of 2 years ago. Now all that filled his thoughts was the conversion of new recruits as addicted smokers for Marlboro and the Corporation. This would be the first and only time he'd see the inside of the MMC before he'd be elevated two years later on his 18th birthday. He waited in a side room of the MMC where their instruments of indulgence hung on the walls. Andy leered hungrily at the leather instruments and masks of fetish as he waited - imagining how they are used in the rituals and activities at the MMC meetings in front of their great altar of Marlboro that he was about to see for the first time. He knew he had two more years to wait before he could join them. This was the future he yearned for.
But at this moment he was full of anticipation and pride to be amongst his senior superiors in their sacred space, and to feel their hands on him as they confirm him before their Marlboro altar as a new member of the elite group of recruiters. The Marlboro Devils.
Although an established member of the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC) where their uniform is leather, Karl retains his shiny puffa of the Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) for a specific reason. Kerl works at a local distribution company, but his sole interest is his work as Handler of his elite lads.
Karl is the senior administrator and overseer of the MYC, and he takes charge of the most talented and prolific young recruiters the MYC members who've been elevated as members of the elite group of Marlboro Demons. They function under Karl's authority and tutorship as he enhances their development and their harvest of new Marlboro smokers.
Through their private WhatsApp group, he inspires and strengthens their obsession to target non-smokers at their schools. The single goal being to instil heavy Marlboro addiction into their targets to be eventually led to their inevitable assimilation into the Corporation through the MYC.
Karl's work has a major impact on the overall numbers of young Marlboro converts.
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Kirk has been a member of the Marlboro Men’s Club (MMC) for a few years, since he finished school. He is the Handler of a number of Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) members who report to him and the others in a WhatsApp group. As they target and work on their peers to start smoking, they report progress to the group. It’s where they can notify when they think one of their projects has made enough progress to be introduced to the MYC.
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The Marlboro Men’s Club (MMC) keeps track of current trends and fashions in corporate brands amongst the youth. The Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) initiates are given an expensive shiny black puffer jacket during the intense initiation ritual. All the members smoke heavily and renew their own dedication to Marlboro as the new initiate signs the membership book and an oath of devotion to Marlboro, and loyalty to the Cult - promising to keep secret the Rites and ‘activities’ in which the members indulge at the MYC meetings.
The uniform of the puffer jacket received provides members with a powerful psychological and emotional sense of belonging, and quickly becomes fetishized by the young wearer.
Once a straight lad is received into the MYC, any future potential for marriage or having kids is quickly eradicated from his thoughts and urges, as their high testosterone and the secret activities at the MYC remould his sexual needs for Marlboro.
A new recipient never asks about the streaks of staining and smeared ash in the lining of their new jacket - which is the result of the ‘anointing’ of the jackets by the men at the MMC.