Marlboro Drone

Converted to Marlboro. Enslaved by Marlboro. Devoted to Marlboro. Owned by Marlboro. AI Marlboro.

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Frank arrived in town 2 years ago, moving the head office of his legal company to the high street. His business had grown to a dozen branches across the region, being a major specialist in dealing with divorce cases, and it was surprising to many that the head office would be moved to a small town with little to speak of.

The business had built a reputation supporting men in divorce cases. Maybe because men usually ended up financially worse off. Whatever the reason, the company had a reputation for a high success rate in favour of their clients. There had been accusations of fabricating evidence against the other partner in a number of cases in the past, but there'd never been any proof that would stick - and all accusations had been crushed, with accusers coming off poorly through litigation. Frank swiftly and dealt with opposition.

A polite and friendly man, yet his methods to get results for his clients seemed cold and ruthless. Charismatic with an imposing presence, he quickly gained much respect in the small town as he became involved in local charities, the Board of Commerce, and was elected as a governor of the local high school and college.

What the community weren't aware of is that Frank had been appointed as the Leader of the town's very secret Marlboro Men's Club (MMC), which was the reason for moving his head office to the town. Appointed by the Regional Head of the MMC in order to stimulate recruitment to the Organisation in the area, the educational establishments was unusually large for a town of it's size, encompassing the large rural surroundings and having excellent educational reputations.

The Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) was expanding with recruits, but below the national average. The network needed an experienced firm hand in control, and Frank was the one.

There were just 11 members of the MYC, who attended the school and college, with their Friday evening indoctrination activities led by two of the MMC members. Highly unusually for the Leader of a MMC Cell, Frank would attend one of the MYC sessions to personally interview each of the lads and inject a higher level of Marlboro worship and devotion in the smoke-filled activities and rituals.

The next tasks he would initiate would be recruitment and conversion of the heads of the college and school. They were both family men in their 30s, and as a governor of both institutions, Frank had already begun to develop a friendship with them both... and influence over them.

Both non-smokers and principled men, it was clear that Frank was in the best position to manipulate them in the recruitment process. It was 3 months after being appointed as a governor of the school and of the college that Frank began the process. He arranged to meet each of them separately and alone for what was meant to be discussions about their educational institution, but after a few meetings, they developed into very personal discussions about their family, interests, and eventually they were each revealing the most personal and secret aspects of themselves they'd never even speak of to their wives.

As planned, Frank's increasing influence eventually had each of them with their first Marlboro Red between their fingers, sucking the smoke into their lungs for the first time. Now the process could escalate, as Frank exploited their deepest personal urges to begin the indoctrination.

The meetings with each of the men increased to twice a week, quickly becoming sexualised as Frank's influence and control over their minds and needs deepened alongside their addiction. They made up excuses to their wives about leaving them alone with the kids two evenings a week, while they would spend 2 hours with Frank. He didn’t care what lies were told, as long as he wasn’t the reason they gave. Over each session they stroked and smoked as Frank penetrated their minds with his gaze and his words of indoctrination for Marlboro... until their individual sessions eventually led to the uttering of the phrase "I worship Marlboro. I serve Marlboro. I belong to Marlboro" as they gazed hungrily at the Marlboro logo on the pack while they pulled deep on smoke and edged in a profound gooning ecstasy. Just a few more weeks of deepening obsession for Marlboro and establishing their loyalty and obedience to him, then Frank could initiate their purpose for him.

Neither of the men were aware that the other was going through the same process with Frank. So, when they each attended their first MMC meeting, they were surprised to see each other there... as they were also surprised to see so many other men they new from the town's institutions.

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Within months, the ban on smoking within the education establishments was lifted. Nothing was said overtly. The no smoking signs were removed, and the students who were members of the MYC at the school and college smoked openly. Recruitment began to increase, as the lads could openly entice others to smoke and able to train them in preparation for their assimilation as members of the MYC.

The Heads of the school and college would report to Frank's office at his instruction, to convey progress amongst students. They were also required to aid in the work of the MYC member students and to aid them in whatever way they could to achieve the recruitment results.

Frank was now producing the results that he was there to achieve. Both the membership of the Marlboro Youth Club and the Marlboro Men's Club began to escalate.

It was also lucrative for Frank's business with the incremental increase in divorce cases, proving also highly beneficial for his case successes - the newly divorced recruits to the MMC.

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Joe was taken by a private plane, with all the luxuries you could imagine. As a 'high flyer' in his local Marlboro Men's Club (MMC), Joe had been selected by his Region for the visit which is awarded annual in each Region to the member they regard to be a most promising asset to the Cult. The candidates were flown together to the Far East for them to experience some of the core production workings of the Corporation.

In what used to be thousands of square miles of tropical forest that the Corporation bought from the government (it's useful to have politicians on the payroll), the plane landed in what was a polluted wasteland.

Although the Corporation funds specialist schools and health services around the world, the environment isn't on it's list of funding priorities... not in a benevolent way. Whereas, the Corporation's social funding is always designed to subversively coax students and patients 'into the fold', so to speak - as addicted and dedicated Marlboro smokers.

But here, it's the heart of development and production of the chemical additives to Marlboro cigarettes.

As Joe gazed over the landscape and factories, his heart raced with excitement as he pulled deep on the Red between his fingers. His whole life purpose, his thoughts, his urges and needs, had been cultivated and channelled into total dedication to Marlboro. He'd personally recruited dozens of converts. And here he was like a pilgrim at a sacred location of his faith. He turned to look at the others who'd been chosen for the trip, and they all grinned salaciously before being led towards the entrance to one of the factories before them.

Their tour included the giant chemical vats of the final product, and the labs where the scientists worked to develop ever more potent addictive additives. Joe was in awe of the scientists who explained the processes of experiments to devise chemicals that alter the brain chemistry to induce sexual and mental alignment with the cigarettes and the brand. Effectiveness through combustion with the tobacco was always the baseline goal, and devising compounds to escalate that effectiveness was their mission.

The following day's leg of their tour was never revealed to candidates until the plane would land in the vast grounds of what looked like a massive corporate building clad with dark glass. They were led into a large office with a large Marlboro icon framed on the wall behind what looked like an executive board table. It was exactly that.

Joe and the others were face to face with the Executives of the Corporation. Joe didn't even have to be told who these men were in their dark suits. The men at the top of the hierarchy, running and controlling everything that Joe's life was dedicated to. Men of immense power which Joe felt through to his bones.

The candidates' valet stepped forward and bowed towards the Executives - and Joe didn't think that at all inappropriate or unusual. Then Joe and the others were beckoned to approach. The room was full of an oppressive air, which wasn't the thick smoke from the cigarettes that they were all holding and smoking. It was the aura of the Executives who all gave a slight smile as each was candidate was moved along the line to shake the gloved hand of each Executive.

Joe had only experienced similar intense dark energies during the hight of the weekly depraved rituals of the MMC at their Marlboro altar. The only person he'd experienced such a dark aura from was the Regional Head. But this was something way more intense and powerful. Joe trembled as his hand was clasped by the gloved hand of the first Executive in the line. Not a word was spoken. Only the slight smile, while his eyes were ice cold. As leather met leather of the gloves, Joe felt an overwhelming darkness pulse through him, making his cock throb in awe and reverence. The same from each Executive along the line.

All the candidates were in a heightened state of almost trance while their members throbbed. After the 'introductions, they followed the Executives down to what Joe recognised as a glorified version of their own MMC 'temple'. What they were about to experience would transform Joe and the others. Maybe you could call the experience a booster to their purpose and future in the Corporation.

Joe would never speak to anyone of the occult experience in the temple of the Executives. An oath of secrecy bound him to silence, but what he saw, felt, and experienced at the centre of power would be something he couldn't speak of even if he'd wanted to. Even the Executives bowed before it. The source of Marlboro's power.

Something fundamental to his humanity had been stripped from him... and replaced. He had new knowledge from the 'presence' that now resided behind his eyes. He now understood the dark aura of the 'Regional Lord'... because it was now manifest in him. He was now ready to be promoted within the organisation of the MMC. There was so much more that he would achieve. Everything was for Marlboro.

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I'm not even sure if Kyle knew what his name was. He first met him outside his college waiting for a bus. The man in the leather jacket stopped and asked Kyle if he was local and if he could give directions.

Somehow, Kyle ended up walking with the man to show him. Whatever happened on the 10 minute walk, Kyle met the men the following evening.

It turned out that the man was also living locally, and hadn't actually needed directions, but it was a way of making a connection. Over the following week, Kyle was going round to the man's apartment each evening after college. He'd been targeted. Chosen and gathered up by the man as one of his current projects. Each visit, Kyle fell deeper and deeper under the man's influence. What was going on in Kyle's head can't be explained, but each evening Kyle would turn up and follow the same routine, kneeling on the floor before where the man sat, and would receive the first Marlboro Red between his lips as the man gazed into Kyle's eyes.

Kyle told his parents that he was studying in the evenings with one of his mates from college, without saying who it was. Instead, he was kneeling on the floor of a stranger's apartment as the man fed him cigarettes and spoke to him... speaking in a low and hypnotic voice about Marlboro.

Kyle would spend his day looking at the time, yearning for the moment he would step out of the college grounds and rush to his new mentor who'd be waiting for him, knowing Kyle would push the door, unlocked ready for Kyle to enter for that evening's hour long indoctrination.

It had begun with a fascination with the man's gaze and an inexplicable feeling of trust and reassurance. Within 10 days, the man's gaze and voice had become just the channel for what Kyle had come to focus on... Marlboro. From being the 'respectable' and polite young man who first walked into the man's apartment, he had transformed into a writhing jelly at the man's feet; the fetishization of Marlboro building as Kyle eagerly and desperately repeated the phrases the man instructed as Kyle smoked deep and hungrily, as if nothing else mattered in this state of overwhelming pleasure. "Marlboro is everything to me". "I live for Marlboro." "I belong to Marlboro". I worship Marlboro"... All Kyle's barriers had been broken down.

Within a month, the man had fully processed Kyle; Marlboro really was all that mattered to him. Kyle was ready to be passed on to the next level of being assimilated into the Cult.

We don't know what happened to Kyle, other than that he finished his studies and moved out of his family home to share with a new friend he'd been introduced to at the Marlboro Youth Club. That will have been his own decision. But his decisions were now fundamentally influenced by his new family.

The man filled Kyle's hour with another new project, amongst the other projects that visited his apartment over the hours of his evenings.

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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. Karl 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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Members of the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC) are in all walks of life across many town, in many countries. You wouldn't recognise them if you didn't know what to look for. They seem to be regular guys. Shop owners, construction workers, solicitors, market traders, bankers, magistrates, police officers, politicians... Name it, and they are there. Respectable pillars of society. Trustworthy, helpful, caring.

You wouldn't know that they are always waiting for a covert opportunity to offer a cigarette... to encourage and entice, at work, socially, or strolling through a park. Expert psychological manipulators to with one constant primary goal... to open up a fresh pair of male lungs for Marlboro... to add one more manipulable male to the Corporation's tally of dependant addicts.

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'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.

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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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Dan is one of the most successful administrators of his local Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) branch. He proudly gloats about the number of lads he's transformed into heavily addicted Marlboro smokers, all of which are now dedicated to Marlboro and the organisation.

He guides and instructs the lads he handles in their recruitment techniques. Dan is the one they come to when they're having difficulties getting one of their school-mates to take his first drag. A master of manipulation, Dan's instructions always ensure his lads achieve results.

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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.

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Journey to Marlboro

My true story...

I used to be a non-smoker. In fact, I was a hardcore anti-smoker throughout my life.

Sexually sub, with a taste for adventure, I explored various avenues of fetish and submission... always with a constant friction with being a devout Christian faith.

This adventurous submissive nature is the factor which led me in my 40s to a chance online encounter with a Dom who identified himself as a leather Marlboro Man.

A philosophy idea...

It's quite incredible how online contacts can sometimes have a major impact - simply by using words in messages. In this case, it was clear from the offset that this man was on a mission. Now that I look back over the years to this event, I know now that fetish smokers have an inbuilt urge to encourage non-smokers to start smoking. Looking at the bigger picture, it's as if there's some sort of 'dark' sexual energy... a sexual programming... which, if looking at it from a more spiritual angle, may come from an external force/energy/entity that uses fetish and addiction in these men to gather others into its sphere of influence and control. This conclusion is reached by how these men respond and act with the same methods and approach to achieve their goals of recruiting new smokers. Think of them as being workers of the force/entity, programmed to feed their sexual urges to recruit.

Within this powerful sphere of fetish stands Marlboro as a cult in itself. The brand and its logo are above all others as a global beacon. The cult of Marlboro has a worldwide 'army' of dedicated disciples.

Being an antismoker with no interest in cigarettes or brands, this online conversation introduced me to this cult. My submissive sexual nature made me an easy target for what was to come. The Leather Marlboro Man targeted my sexual vulnerabilities, taking me into a state of edging as he described how I needed to submit to Marlboro. The fact that I saw cigarettes and smoking as something quite dark and opposed to my own principles made it hornier. It offered a sexually submissive counterbalance to my Christian outlook. The discussion felt dark.

When I told the Leather Marlboro Man of my Christian devotion, he latched onto it, referring to the rising smoke as incense in offering to Marlboro... taking the smoke and power of Marlboro into myself in submission to its superior power.

At the height of my edging horniness, he sent me a link to watch a leather Marlboro smoker on YouTube. For the first time in my life, I viewed a man smoking as being intensely horny. I'd been primed for Marlboro to gain access to my mind and begin a process of sexual reprogramming.

The discussion came to a close with instructions to buy a pack of Marlboro Reds and a lighter.

From this point, most would probably jerk off and think nothing more about it. But, as a sub trained to abstain from cumming, the thoughts he'd put in my head festered. The next day, I plucked up courage and went out to buy my very first pack of cigarettes. In the back of my mind, this was to be no more than a horny thrill to explore, then to put it in the past. It was to be just one pack.

Although the Leather Marlboro Man disappeared after this, he'd implanted something that I had to carry through. Without him, I was alone with the pack of Reds and the lighter. The first secret cigarette smoked was intense, and the words he'd said were wrapping around my mind as I inhaled it and looked at the pack.

But there was something missing. It needed to be shared in order to complete the intensity. I went back to view the video he'd told me to watch, and I edged my dick as I smoked the next from the pack. Then, the thought occurred. I needed to do the same as the man in the video. So, I created a YouTube account and began to video each cigarette smoked. The first video was my 4th from the pack.

Describing in the videos how this was my first pack, and that I wasn't a smoker, the videos quickly began to get attention... from Marlboro smokers.

Over the following videos, smoking one each day in my car as I stroked out of sight of the camera, encouragement and compliments began to fill the comments. I was no longer alone.

Looking back, my smoking technique was clumsy. I was obviously new to smoking, but I inhaled deep, which was why one cigarette per day would make me very dizzy and even feel a bit sick. Yet, the comments from Marlboro smokers of me being a "natural smoker" was encouraging. They knew exactly what they were doing.

After about the 10th cigarette from the pack, I'd progressed to 2 videos per day, with me posting 3 by the time the pack came to an end a few days later.

The end of the pack

My last cigarette smoked from the pack was to be my final one in this sexual exploration. I talked in the video, saying this would be my last one. I had all intentions of it being so. Those 10 days of videos of my smoking and stroking had felt like a long time. In that brief period, I'd gained hundreds of likes on the videos, and increasing numbers of encouraging comments. I'd loved the attention and almost felt like I'd got new friends. All the compliments and encouragement had added so much to the experience. I'd sort of got hooked on the attention almost as much as on the new sexual diversion.

There was a bit of a downer to have come to the end of it, but as an antismoker, I'd decided it was the best thing to accept its conclusion.

The next day, I decided to check the video and see people's responses. I was surprised to read a stream of comments, more than any of my videos had.

"You're such a natural horny smoker. You need to smoke"

"You're addicted. You can't quit now"

"Buy another pack"

"You're a Marlboro man. You need another pack"

"Nooo! You can't quit now"

...and the comments went on.

I clearly wasn't a natural smoker. Over that pack I'd developed a technique of holding the cigarettes, and I was inhaling deep, but I was obviously a newbie. But the Marlboro smokers leaving comments were simply doing their job.

The point of no return

The comments made an impact, mentally and sexually. I felt there was now something missing, having put the exploration behind me. Smoking that Marlboro Reds pack had been my sole sexual focus over those two weeks, and now there was just the memory and the videos. But I'd made my decision.

The most unexpected thing happened next. The following day I was at a garage to put fuel in the car. As I went to pay, behind the cashier were rows of cigarettes. I was totally familiar with seeing that, of course. But now it looked different. Something in my head had been changed. In the centre of the rows of cigarettes, the red and white packs of Marlboro Reds stood out. It was as if they were calling to me. As I took out my wallet to pay for the fuel, without thinking, I said "And a pack of Marlboro Reds, please."

It was done. I'd given in without even thinking. As the pack was taken from the row and placed on the counter in front of me, it became clear that I was no longer making the decision. Those two weeks of very focused sexual submission to Marlboro had laid foundations. The initial stage of my conversion had been put in place, and the next stage was about to commence.

In my head, I'd given in to the call of Marlboro from the row of cigarettes at the garage, and I excitedly drove to a quiet place to make the next video. I felt a sense of relief that this horny exploration wasn't ended. The new awareness that Marlboro was now wielding authority over my willpower fed into my sexual submissive nature, and making this next video of my 'failure' was a sexual high.

Quickly, the Marlboro smokers in the comments rushed in with congratulations. I began to feel the sense of 'brotherhood' that became increasingly mentioned in the comments.

"Welcome to the brotherhood, smoker"

"You need it"

"I'm so proud of you"

"You did the right thing"

"You can never quit now. No point in trying"

Development...

The videos continued for the following few months, still with each Red smoked being in a video. I only stopped doing videos for every one I smoked two months later when I got to 8 cigarettes per day. By then, I was in direct contact with some of the dedicated Marlboro smokers and I'd been directed to smokinmen.com.

My addiction was beginning to develop, and I was instructed to watch myself in a mirror as I wanked and smoked in order to focus and develop the fetish. Gradually, all other fetishes fell behind, as Marlboro took primary position in my sexual urges.

A matter of faith

But there was more... Remembering the first Leather Marlboro Man telling me how the smoke rises like incense in praise and submission, the spiritual aspect began to develop. The Marlboro pack and logo gradually became the primary focus of sexual worship. My devout Christian faith started to suffer and become weaker as Marlboro harnessed more and more of my adoration. My prayer turned from a selfless quiet ascetic practice into self-indulgent sexual ecstasy as I edged and smoked before the Marlboro logo.

A new 'faith' was being formed and developed, with my online down time being exclusively amongst dedicated Marlboro smokers, sexually charged, with various fetish aspects of cigarettes being developed. I was guided to buy and start using poppers, enabling Marlboro to open up deeper and darker portals of the mind and soul for Marlboro to exploit and develop. I bought Marlboro ashtrays and banners, and Marlboro leather jackets. I'd become a fully-fledged member of the Brotherhood. My computer desk became an altar of Marlboro, flashing smoke porn from the screens, and poppers being introduced which opens up the deeper portals of the mind and soul. Leather and other fetishes became fused into this Marlboro devotion, under the influence of the Marlboro brothers.

Conclusion

Over a decade later, although still involved with the church and all that goes with it, it is that force/energy/entity through the Marlboro pack that commands my real worship. The Christian antismoker of the past has been systematically transformed into a proud and devout Marlboro addict.

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Kirk's Boys

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 his 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.

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My ashtray by the bed.

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Such is a thing of beauty.

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A rare low-res photo of Chas.

Rarely encountered in public these days, Chas has lived a reclusive existence since he became assimilated by the Marlboro Men's Club (MMC). His disappearance from public life was soon after his schooling years concluded.

Recruited to the Marlboro Youth Club (MYC) by one of his classmates during the final years at school, it quickly became clear to the Leader of the MYC sessions that Chas had a special potential for the Organisation beyond the goals of the regular indoctrination.

The Youth Club sessions are meticulously designed by the Governing Body of the Cult to transform lads into mentally and sexually dedicated Marlboro smokers who would obsessively recruit their peers for Marlboro and the MMC. But Chas had something extra.

Discovered talents

During heightened moments of the fun activities at the MYC sessions, Chas would go into a trance-like state, creating what felt like a release of energies into the activities of the lads. On investigation, it was discovered that he had unusual psychic talents inherited from his grandmother who had been a renowned medium and healer.

When the leaders of the MMC Cell recognised what they had in their hands, they reported it to the Regional Leader, and were given clear orders of how they must proceed...

Repurposing

Normally, exposure to membership of the MMC from the MYC was only after a lad had matured to full indoctrination and addiction. Chas was to be a special case. He was required to attend the weekly MMC sessions to undergo an intense program of mental, sexual and psychic rehabilitation during the occult rituals of the MMC. It had a profound impact on Chas, as his psychic powers and healing talents were gradually repurposed and harnessed for the dark forces that the MMC summoned at the Marlboro altar during their rituals in the secret smoke-filled underground sanctuary.

The break

The resulting impact on Chas led to changes in his personality, creating conflict with his parents at home. His studies towards his plans for Further Education were derailed, failing his exams, and creating a permanent rift with his family.

The broader plan for Chas was unfolding.

As his life at home became unbearable for his parents, they were both desperate but relieved when Chas moved out. A room provided by the MMC had already been prepared for him, moving into it on his 18th birthday.

Maturity

Chas became a permanent tool for the MMC ritual sessions. The weekly use of him as no more than psychic meat for the profanities and depravities of the Members eroded his mental condition into single-minded obsession for Marlboro. As his function matured over the weeks, he developed into a baying animal in front of the Marlboro altar, his body convulsing as the Members smoked and stroked and began summoning the Spirit of Marlboro - which slid through him like a hand into a perfectly fitting glove. A frenzy of snarling and barking from the Members ensued, with an unconstrained ecstatic orgy of smoke and penetration. Their lungs pumping hungrily on the smoke as the Spirit of Marlboro became manifest within each of them through it. The creaking leathers enhancing the inhuman sounds that they grunted and rutted in praise of Marlboro.

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Chas never became a member of the MMC. He was a sacred object as their portal for them to be consumed by the intensified presence of the Spirit of Marlboro through him. The MMC protected and cherished Chas as he'd sit in his room chain smoking and studying the data issued by Head Office of increasing numbers of converts.

His only other duty and the only time he would appear to others was when recruits came of age. Chas was the one who'd be sat behind the desk in a stark room when a fully indoctrinated recruit would sign the legal document to hand over their lives to Marlboro and the Cult. His dark psychic aura impacted profoundly on each one of them as the Spirit of Marlboro reached out through his eyes with greed while they signed themselves over to it.