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.
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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