Rubber-addicted Slaveboy

Rubber, Mind Control and coercion

[slicknotized]

when he woke up the day after his slicknotization he was so blissed out and horny. He can’t wait to show everyone his hypnogelled hair.

[namelessgimp]

Hanging with @blackshinyrubber

[uw2025]

[hamiltonlwilessuperbear]

[aqh]

Matt is Ruined

Matt had met the Man online two weeks ago.  He only knew him by the name Master.  It was a hot fantasy, submitting to a Man online.  It started as a fun way to jack off.  But it quickly got much, much more serious.

By the end of their first chat that night, Matt has sent more than $500 to the stranger though PayPal.  He turned on his webcam and jacked off while the Man watched.  He sent graphic pics of his hard cock and face to the Man.  The humiliation was exquisite.  The Man new just what to say, just how to push all of Matt’s buttons.  He had never cum so hard.

Matt couldn’t wait to talk to the Man again.  On the second night, Matt has sent another $500 to the Man he now called Master.  He used a big dildo to fuck his ass live on cam while the Man watched and sent Matt degrading and intoxicating messages.  Matt told the Man more and more about his life, that he just graduated from college, that he lived in a small apartment alone.  He sent a picture of his drivers license.  The Man wanted to know everything about Matt’s life.  He had never felt more exposed.  It was amazing.

By the end of the first week, Matt has sent so many pictures and video of himself to the Man doing so many degrading things that there was nothing left to expose.  He was surprised to discover he had maxed out his credit card with $8,000 sent to Master.  The Man seemed to understand Matt better than anyone he had meet before.  Matt thought about the Man constantly.  His whole life now revolved around their nightly chats.  When Matt’s credit card was full, the Man helped Matt fill out an online application for a new credit card.  He wanted to tell this Man everything.  Matt revealed that he had $12,000 saved up and had $25,000 in savings bonds from his grandparents. He opened his entire life.

Halfway through week two of chatting with his Master online, Matt discovered that his second credit card, with a $10,000 limit was also maxed out.  At his Master’s urging, Matt  allowed the Man to put Teamviewer on his computer, and had watched as this Man drained the total balance of his savings account – $12,000.  But it was all worth it – the Man wanted to meet in person!  

Matt followed all of the instructions he has been given.  He sold everything in his apartment and gave his notice that he was vacating immediately.  Matt headed to the bus station bathroom where he had been instructed to meet his Master.  All he had left in the world was his duffle bag with a few personal possessions, what he wore, and a cashier’s check for $25,000 – the full proceeds from selling his grandparent’s savings bonds.  At his Master’s instruction, the Payee line was left blank.

It was 2:00 am when Matt entered the bathroom.  His new life was about to begin.  And there stood his Master.  Matt was thrilled and terrified.

20 minutes later, the Man known as Master exited the bathroom.  He had Matt’s duffle bag over his shoulder that now held all of Matt’s clothes.  In his pocket was the cashier’s check.  Back in the bathroom, lying naked and broken on the floor was Matt.  He has a fresh load of hot cum up his ass.  He was covered in the Man’s piss.  His hands were bound behind him as he lay shivering on the cold, tile floor.

Matt had surrendered everything.  He now literally owned nothing, not even the clothing he had worn to the bathroom.  He had $18,000 in credit card debt and $85,000 in student loan debt.  Matt was sobbing.  The man told him that he had uploaded all of the pictures and videos he had of Matt online, and had sent a link to everyone in Matt’s contact list.  

As Matt struggled to sit up, his body shaking in sobs, the words of his Master rang though his head, “Thanks for everything, faggot.  It was fun using you. Goodbye.”

[ourloosedudes]

[competitivemen]

When Tyler’s father had approached his best friend, Coach Hill, about giving his son wrestling lessons during the summer after he graduated from university to try and toughen him up a bit now that he was entering the real world of work, Coach Hill had been happy to teach his best friend’s son a thing or two about being a real man.

Unfortunately, within the first few minutes of trying to teach him wrestling, Coach Hill had clocked on to the fact that Tyler was completely beyond helping, as Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off of the fat bulge in the coach’s singlet. Coach Hill’s suspicions that his friend’s son was a hopelessly lost slut were further confirmed when he’d gotten Tyler in a pin by sitting on his chest with his crotch right in Tyler’s face, and the slut had promptly started licking at and sucking on the coach’s bulge through the fabric of the singlet.

Coach Hill hadn’t been planning on getting sucked off by his best friend’s son when he’d entered the practice room that day, but he was a red-blooded man, so he couldn’t help but free his rapidly inflating cock and feed it into the cocksucker’s mouth when it became clear that Tyler wanted nothing more than to suck him dry. The greedy slut wasted no time in sucking the coach’s cock down his throat with a natural skill that quickly had Coach Hill skull-fucking the bitch until he’d shot his load down the slut’s spasming throat.

Coach Hill isn’t sure how or when he’ll be able to explain to his friend that his one and only son is an extremely skilled cock-sucking slut, but he knows that he’ll definitely be taking Tyler on as a full-time wrestling student until then. He’s got so many holds and positions he wants to try out with Tyler before he sends the slut off into the world of work. By the time he’s done with the whore in training, Tyler will be able to get a job at any company that needs a new office cum dump, although Coach Hill doesn’t expect his friend will be happy about it.

[malehypnofantasy]

"Yeah sir, as a matter of fact, you'll pay for my dinner tonight, sounds wonderful, right?"

"B--but....wife....my wife and I already have---"

"A plan to divorce! Because you cannot stand that bitch anymore and you just want to spend your days with me and work as hard as you can to provide all my need,"

"Yeah.....yeah....I need to divorce that bitch! I think this sauna makes my head spin, let's get out from here so we can talk more over dinner,"

"Now that's what I'm talking about,"

---

A new series, Fucked My Way Up to the Top (thank you Lana) will be posted as tiny bits across this year

[mindmelter]

Sudden Lust

I walked into the theater late, there I quickly spotted the perfect seat—right behind this straight couple. The boyfriend in the front seat was a total alpha stud, handsome face, fresh fade with that sharp line-up, and one thick, veined bicep draped casually around his girlfriend’s shoulders as if he owned her. While sitting behind them I touched his arm and let my power kick in, my powers only worked if I made skin contact with a man. The lust hit him like a freight train, sudden, deep, unstoppable gay craving for the gay stranger sitting behind him, no matter how straight he’d been two seconds ago, he now wanted to fuck me more than anything in his life.

He twisted in his seat and looked back at me, those dark eyes now burning with raw hunger. Our stares locked. He flexed that massive bicep and shot me a cocky wink. My cock throbbed. I grinned back, leaned forward, and started feeling up his biceps. My fingers traced his arm while his girl watched the movie, totally oblivious of the stranger enjoying her boyfriend's biceps right behind her. I squeezed and started licking him, he bit his lip, breathing heavier but staying perfectly still so she wouldn’t notice her boyfriend’s muscles getting worshipped by a stranger.

After a few minutes of me groping and him flexing for me, he turned to her. “Babe, I gotta take a leak real quick. Be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her deep—but his eyes never left mine the whole time, locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. When he stood, the massive tent in his pants was obvious, thick outline straining against the fabric. He walked out. I followed two seconds later.

The second I stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, and crushed his mouth to mine like he’d been in love with me his whole life. “Fuck… I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can't think straight. All I can feel is a deep desire for you,” he growled between sloppy, desperate kisses, hands roaming my ass. Straight or not, my power had flipped a switch—he didn’t care anymore. He lifted me easily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his huge arms carrying me like I weighed nothing, and he kicked open a stall door.

He set me on my knees, unzipped fast, and yanked out his thick, hard, dark brown cock—veiny, heavy, already leaking. “Suck it, please...” he asked with need. I teased him by licking the head, but he was having none of that, he roughly grabbed my hair and face-fucked me hard, his hips snapping, that fat head punching the back of my throat while he groaned like an animal. “Shit… your mouth feels better than my girlfriend's pussy, fuck... what's wrong with me?” Saliva dripped down my chin as he used me, balls slapping my chin, owning my face completely.

I pulled off gasping, spun around, shoved my pants down, and arched my ass up. He immediately dropped to his knees, straight stud or not he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue working my hole, eating me out sloppy and hungry like he needed to taste me more than air. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his face. Then he stood, grabbed his monster cock and rolled on a condom he had in his wallet, he lined up and slammed in raw and rough. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. “Take it, bitch,” he snarled, gripping my hips and pounding me like a jackhammer—hard, fast, relentless. The stall rattled. He fucked me deeper with every stroke, grunting, sweat dripping, that powerful body dominating me completely. “Gonna fill this ass... need... to fill... this ass...” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing inside the condom as he unloaded.

After he recovered, he pulled out, panting. I collapsed onto the toilet seat, legs shaking, hole wrecked and satisfied. Now that he had come, his lust for me was over and he was left embarrassed and confused. He peeled the cum-filled condom off his still-hard cock, tied it quick, and tossed it in the trash without a word. Didn’t even look back. Just zipped up, wiped his mouth, and walked out as if nothing happened, leaving me there, used, leaking, and grinning like the luckiest bottom alive.

[happyhypnoguys]

“Hello, Sir. I’m reaching out on behalf of my owner, [NAME REDACTED]. He enjoyed meeting you at last week’s event. He looks forward to building a professional relationship with you in the future, not only because of your impressive accomplishments in the [REDACTED] industry, but also because it’s clear that you are a superior alpha male—something you and my owner have in common.

With that in mind, my owner would like to offer my services to you and your estate—free of charge, indefinitely.

If I may speak openly, I am eager to serve you. You hold a lot of the qualities that I’ve been programmed to admire about my Master. It would be a delight and honor to provide you with elite levels of servitude, respect, and pleasure.

Please let me know if you are interested in discussing the matter further.

Sincerely,

Slave

[maturebeefformick]

[kink-override]

Coach is waiting for you, boy.

Summer school is going to be a lot of fun.

[machos-sumisos-alpha-male-sub]

[minbari09]

Be happy I’m the Internal Affairs Detective who caught on to your little sex trade ring in Vice, Captain. Any one else in IA would have you locked up in prison. With me you’re training and improving your body and mind, your sex ring is making more money and is totally protected. All you have to do is serve as my footstool and fuck toy. We both know you were the bait for queer John’s back in your rookie days in Vice, it’s how you made all your connections. So don’t act like you’re to good to have another man’s cock up your ass, or I’ll put a hood on you and whore you out at the club, like you’ve been doing to that cute cadet from the academy. As a matter of principle, I want you to bring the boy with you tomorrow so you can watch your Master breed the boy before an audience that will pay handsomely to fuck that boy into a sex coma.

[rubberknite]

[slickthrobnhole]

[societyoflustandpain]

Sometimes a Master likes to do a dog fetish at the Club.

Here i am totally dressed up and acting like a dog to serve my Masters. 

cuteyoungslaveboy

[sub4dominant]

After 3 months of being sealed in the suit, it is amusing and interesting to observe how, whenever the mouth zip is opened, its hole stretches wide and its tongue falls out and hangs there drooling, flexing, stretching until it is resealed. it learned early on that slave object mouths are not for making noise, conditioned into silence before the vocal chords were cut anyway.

it is grateful for the opportunity to move the only part of its body that can have contact with the outside world. it is probably desperately trying to communicate and anticipate what might be put in there. it of course has no way of knowing whether that will be a treat like a dog biscuit or a red hot cigar butt.

Does it still have hope that it might be a Cock, even though for three months the nearest it has got to its Owners Dick is when it has been used as a urinal, the cock held at least six inches from the hole.

it must be overjoyed when it gets to lick a filthy boot, all that stimulation, taste, the sensation of leather on tongue, the joy of a break from monotony, the sense that it is being useful.

After 3 months has it forgotten what it was, is it aware of anything other than its mouth and tongue? Has that become its identity?

No one will ever know.

[jockboyaj]

Bryce couldn’t believe that he met a hot Doctor who was running a muscle growth study. He had always wanted to put on muscle but his skinny frame seemed intent on remaining that way. When the Doctor informed him that he still had one spot open, he quickly volunteered to join the study.

Throughout the next year, Bryce would arrive to the Doctor’s lab once a weak and strip down naked so measurements could be taken. Then he would watch a few videos about a new workout technique or diet option. At first these videos were annoying to watch. Sometimes he swore he heard someone talking in the background or saw a random word quickly flash across the screen. When he told the Doctor about this, the Doctor just told him to stopping worrying about it and ignore it so that is exactly what Bryce did.

As the months went by, Bryce found himself incapable of focusing on his studies and found that he only cared about his workouts and diet. He eventually stopped going to classes. He continued to ignore all requests from his teachers and guidance counselors. He just found school so boring now that he couldn’t even give it a moment of his attention anymore. All that mattered now was giving the study his all.

He eventually received a letter that stated that he flunked out school but by the time it arrived, he found that he couldn’t read it so he took it to his next appointment with the Doctor. As the Doctor read the letter to him, he smiled at the end, put his hand on his pumped up pecs and informed him that he was now ready for Part 2 of the study. Bryce found himself cumming uncontrollably as the Doctor said that.

As part 2 of the study started, without even realizing it, he started to isolate himself. His friends and family no longer interested in. They would always act concerned about the changes he was making to his life but he knew deep down that they didn’t care. The only person who cared about him and wanted what’s best for him was the Doctor so he would do anything the Doctor says.

Eventually, Bryce was evicted from his small apartment but he didn’t worry. Today was his least appointment with the Doctor. He couldn’t wait to see if the Doctor would be proud of his growth.

He quickly rushed to the Doctor’s office, went to exam room one, removed his shirt, and waited. The moment the Doctor entered the room, Bryce’s cock started yo throb. He started yo tell the Doctor that he was evicted but the Doctor told him that he was already aware and had a solution for that problem but first, all he had to do was watch a new video.

When Bryce awoke, he has no memory of how he use to be but found that he didn’t care at all about that. He knew now who he was and now, he was the Doctor’s perfect muscle toy. All he must do now, is serve the Doctor so he was so happy when the Doctor informed him that the study was a success and that he was ready for Phase 3.

As Bryce listened to the Doctor explain Phase 3, he found his cock start to constantly leak. For phase 3, Bryce would be sold to the highest bidder at a secret auction. Once sold, Bryce would be programmed into his owner’s personal sex toy.

When the Doctor finished speaking, he found himself getting on his knees and crawling to the Doctor. He was so happy that the Doctor chose him for the study that he started to deep throat the Doctor’s cock. He just didn’t know any other way to thank the man for transforming him into the perfect muscle slave.

As the Doctor started to cum, Bryce felt at peace. Soon he would be an owned boy and sign away all his rights. He couldn’t be happier because after all, all that mattered was the Doctor’s needs and if the Doctor needed him to be a muscle slave, then that is what he would be.

[misctf]

Twink Rebirth

"You're joining the team next year, right man?"

"Yeah bro, that's the plan."

Tony smirked as one of his new gym bros clapped him on the back. Yeah, that was indeed the plan. But it hadn't always been. Hockey? Him? He couldn't fully believe it.

"You were a natural out there."

Tony smiled as he recalled how swiftly he moved on the ice. How easily it came to him. The speed, the thrill... It felt so familiar... Like he had done it hundreds of times prior... Like he had spent his life training to play in college.

"Felt right, man, ya know?"

Just as natural as all the time spent in the gym, focusing on lifting weights rather than only cardio. In hindsight, he couldn't imagine why he hadn't started lifting earlier. His body had responded quickly, like it yearned to pack on muscle. And looking at himself now, with his bulging muscles, body hair, facial hair... A far cry from the scrawny twink he arrived on campus as at the start of the year.

"Twink death."

His gay besties he had met on his first day on campus would say. He heard that phrase even more when they noticed his new chest hairs.

"Twunk!"

"Jock!"

His besties would giggle, poke at his muscles. At first, Tony would laugh. Talk about how many more guys were checking him out. Brag about how they couldn't get enough of his thicker, muscular ass. But even that seemed temporary. Hooking up with men? Tony noticed his attraction shifting. Beautiful blond women with big tits. And it wasn't just his preferences. Endless celebrity gossip with his besties? He would rather talk about sports and watch the big game. Not to check out the hot guys on the team, but because he actually cared. Majoring in theater? Suddenly finance was becoming more attractive, as if he always wanted to pursue a career in the private sector.

"You've changed."

"Did you dye your hair?"

Tony tried to laugh it off. Tell his besties it was just him exploring a different side of him. But as time went on, this him- this "new" him felt right. No one in his family was blond. So how had he been? His brothers and father were massive sports fans. So why wouldn't he be? His gay besties? He would rather hang out with the jocks down the hall- and not just because he found them hot. Their camaraderie felt right. He bonded so easily with them. And suddenly, partying, poppers, and getting his ass fucked felt wrong. That person, that version of him... it didn't really feel like him. And as his first year in college passed by, he felt that the person he was when he arrived on campus was never actually supposed to be him.

"My head..." He grunted and closed his eyes.

These migraines hurt. Becoming more frequent as the months passed. But the migraines came with flashes of something else. Of a different life. Of growing up different. Playing hockey, his first time with a woman, meeting Christi, wanting to get married to her...

"Fuck." Tony whispered. What was he thinking? Who were these people? It hurt. These memories. He longed for them, longed for something that felt more real than who had been these past few months, "What the fuck is..."

His phone buzzed and he looked down at a message. He involuntarily shuddered.

"Let's meet up when you're back."

Paul. He lived next to his parent's place. Just moved in a few days before Tony left for college. How many times had they hooked up before he left? How many times had Paul fucked him? Tony gulped. Paul was always so dominant. So in charge. Tony had drooled over the man's thick cock more times than he could count. But now? Tony had no interest.

"Alright." Tony replied. He felt he at least owed Paul an explanation for his sudden change.

---------------

Tony stood outside Paul's front door, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, that his memories of Paul and their past together were somehow…off. Before Tony could knock, the door swung open. Paul's musculature and hairy torso greeted him. And while it would've usually turned him on, Tony felt... nothing. Even as he remembered riding Paul's fat cock, which bulged obscenely in his shorts. Even as he remembered Paul's calloused hands squeezing his ass. Even as he remembered stuffing his nose in Paul's musky pits...

"Tony? This is unexpected," Paul raised an eyebrow. His gaze lingered on Tony's muscular frame and short dark hair. Tony figured the "unexpected part" had to do with his appearance, "You look…different."

"I…yeah, I guess I do," Tony mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I wanted to talk to you about some things…" He trailed off, unsure of exactly what he wanted to say.

"Lets talk indoors." He moved out of the way, inviting Tony in, "Did you have a chance to work out today? I can tell you enjoy it."

Tony sensed the disdain, "I, well..."

But as he stepped inside, a flood of fragmented images popped into his head... He was jogging, shirtless. Appearing as he did now. His muscular physique soaking up the sun. He had stopped for a drink, and that's when he met Paul, seemingly another man out for a jog. They talked and Paul invited him over to use his home gym. After all, Tony's usual gym was closed for repairs.

"I… What was that…?" Tony stopped mid-step and gripped his head, "I've... done this before."

"Huh maybe you have." Paul grinned, "Offer still stands, you coming or what?"

"S-sure..." He replied, numbly.

Paul smirked and placed a firm hand on Tony's broad shoulder, guiding him towards the basement stairs, each step bringing up more fragments. The creaky stairs, the musty smell, the single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling…

"Wait Paul, I don't..." Tony froze as they reached the bottom. No gym equipment, just an empty, solitary chair in the center of the room.

"Have a seat, Tony. We need to…talk." He gestured to the chair.

"But..." He remembered being confused... asking Paul where his equipment was. Being told to sit in the chair. He gripped his head, "Paul, please... what's going on?" His voice sounded small and uncertain, but he did as he was told. He sunk into the cold, hard chair.

"It's time to talk." Paul came up behind Tony and rubbed his shoulders, "But you remember that before we start talking..."

"I need to be naked." Tony mumbled, eyes dulling over.

"Good boy." Paul smirked, "Let me help you out of those clothes."

Tony hesitated, then slowly began removing his clothes under Paul's watchful gaze. First his shirt, exposing the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen, muscles rippling with each movement. Paul circled him appraisingly.

"Look at that. Just like the day I met you. Those pecs, those abs… It's impressive." Paul's eyes roamed lower, taking in the dusting of dark hair trailing down from his navel. "Hairier too... such a shame." Finally, Tony kicked off his underwear, leaving him completely nude, "Impressive..." He gave Tony's cock a few tugs, feeling it grow in his hand, "This won't do at all. Far too large." He sighed, "I guess I can fix this... again."

"Wha... no, I need to... fix?" Tony mumbled, "Paul, I don't..."

"Shhh, just relax Tony. Imagine your limbs growing heavier. You know this feeling, don't you? The weight, the tingling in your limbs… Just like before."

As Paul spoke, Tony felt his eyelids growing heavy, his muscles relaxing against his will. And he did remember - Paul's deep voice echoing in his mind, the commands... to be something else, something better. And oh how eagerly his body responded…

"Yes, that's right. Focus on my voice. Let everything else fade away," Paul purred, circling the chair. "Starting to remember our first session?"

"I… I remember…" Tony slurred, his words thick and clumsy as he slipped deeper under Paul's sway, "You... changed me..."

"So you remember my trade? Hypnotism and psychology." Paul's voice was rich with pride. "And my research then too?"

Tony nodded, "The mind body connection." He slurred.

"And how what the mind believes can alter the body if the technique is strong enough." Paul continued, "And if the subject is weak enough."

Under the deep trance, Tony's mind flooded with vivid memories of his previous hypnotic session with Paul. He saw himself, growing smaller and softer, listening intently as Paul's voice echoed commands about shrinking, losing muscle, hair lightening to a sunny blond. Each suggestion had felt so right, so inevitable, his body eagerly complying…

"I want you to imagine your body starting to shrink, Tony," Paul commanded, "Feel yourself growing smaller, lighter. Your muscles melting away, your strength fading."

Against his will, Tony felt a tingling sensation spread through his limbs. He watched as his arms began to thin, his biceps deflating like punctured balloons. His triceps collapsing in on themselves. What were once his proud, muscular arms- ready for the life of a hockey player- were two sticks that never looked like they'd seen a dumbbell. With a pained gasp, his pecs began to cave in on themselves, flattening at an alarming rate.

"No..." A pitiful plea escaped his lips as he tried to resist, to clench his muscles and maintain his size, but it was no use. It was as if his body wanted this now, goaded on by his captor.

"That's it Tony, let it happen. Feel your shoulders narrowing, your back thinning out. All that bulky muscle just…melting away."

Tony whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he felt his once powerful back giving way. The thick delts and lats that allowed him to bench press twice his bodyweight now shriveled like raisins. His traps, the source of so much strength and power, disappeared entirely. In moments, his upper body was slim and delicate, hardly recognizable.

"Your six-pack is flattening out, Tony. Feel those defined muscles soften and melt into a smooth, flat plane."

Tony gasped as he felt the distinct ridges of his abdominals begin to blur and merge. The hard, sculpted surface giving way to softness, all definition vanishing. Tony could only run a dainty hand over his flat stomach, wincing at the lack of his proud abdominals.

"Now your legs, Tony. Those thick, powerful thighs and calves. You feel them growing slender and dainty." Paul licked his lips in anticipation.

Tony cried out as he felt the changes rippling through his lower half. His quads, once rock-hard and bulging, began to slenderize rapidly. The dense calf muscles that propelled him across the ice at incredible speeds melted away, leaving behind slim, dainty appendages. Even his feet seemed to shrink slightly, becoming soft and cute.

"Now picture your hair. Not black, but golden. Soft and fine and silky to the touch." Paul reached out and ran his fingers through Tony's locks, watching in satisfaction as the strands shifted hue and texture before his eyes.

"Pl-please..."

"Don't worry, I know. I know having this kind of equipment is too much for a vapid twink to handle." Paul again tugged at Tony's dick, "I want you to feel your cock shrinking, Tony. Diminishing in size until it's barely more than a useless nub."

Tony whimpered in despair as he felt his most masculine attribute beginning to fail him. His once impressive manhood started to dwindle, inch by agonizing inch. Within moments, what remained was a pathetic little nub that shamefully throbbed in Paul's hand.

"Perfect."

But to Tony, this was far from perfect. His mind raced, barely taking note as his body hair vanished, leaving him smooth. Didn't register his skin becoming soft, smooth, and unblemished. All he could focus on were the sudden memories of that first session. How Paul's voice wrapped around his mind like a vice, shaping his very identity. Being molded into a giggling, vapid twink, obsessed with fashion and sex.

"You... stole my life..."

Tears streamed down Tony's face as fragments of his old life surfaced- charging down the ice, stick in hand, heart pounding with exhilaration. Pushing his body to its limits at the gym, building muscle. Flirting with with chicks at parties, high-fiving his bros. None of it matched the empty-headed twink he had become and was being forced to become again.

"Paul…" He whined in a voice several octaves higher than only a few minutes ago, "Don't do this to me. Please." He begged in his slurred, slutty voice, "I remember who I used to be..."

Ignoring Tony's pitiful pleas, Paul slipped a pair of headphones over the smaller man's ears. Instantly, a repetitive monotone filled his senses, drilling Paul's instructions directly into his psyche.

"…you will submit to Paul completely. Your purpose is to serve and please him in any way he desires. Cleaning his house naked, doing his chores, serving as his house boy brings you immense joy and fulfillment. Presenting your holes for his use is your greatest pleasure…"

Tony whimpered as the voices seeped into his mind, eroding his already weakened will. He felt himself slipping, his brain felt fuzzy, less sharp, focused only on the words. The memories of his old life that had been bubbling to the surface were quickly drowning in the new images of a different life. Of Paul and all his needs. Drool trickled from his slack mouth, eyes glazing over.

"'Mh…mwh…yhyhyou?"

Paul raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Are you already that fucking brain dead that you can't talk?" He removed a single earbud, "Try again, use your words."

Tony licked his plump lips, struggling to form a coherent thought. "Wh-why… why... m...m....mmmm.... meeee?"

Paul smirked, "Because I can, Tony. Because I want to. Because seeing you reduced to my personal fucktoy and maid is the ultimate rush." He grabbed a handful of Tony's soft, doughy ass, squeezing roughly. "And this time, I'm not letting you leave. No college. No "besties". No breaking free of this new life. You belong to me now, understand? My full-time cumdump and house boy." With that, Paul shoved the headphones back into place, the hypnotic suggestions immediately flooding Tony's shattered mind once more. "Just relax and accept your new life. Serving me is all you'll be good for now."

Paul stroked his hardening cock as he watched Tony slip deeper into the trance, his eyes vacant and glassy, drool running down his chin. The sight of his former straight stud reduced to such a pathetic, brainless fucktoy never failed to arouse him. It was just like before. But this time? There would be no going back. Soon, Tony would be nothing more than a set of holes for Paul to use as he pleased, a living sex doll to fulfill his every fantasy. A live-in, slutty maid.

"I think he'll do nicely," he chuckled darkly to himself. "48 hours of reinforcement should really seal it. Then the real fun can begin." He palmed his stiffening erection, already imagining all the ways he would use his new toy. "Until then, I'll leave you to marinate."

Paul ascended the stairs and flicked off the light switch, plunging the basement into darkness, leaving his newest creation alone. And Tony remained slumped in the chair, a puddle of drool forming beneath his slack jaw. His glassy eyes stared at nothing as the words on the tape wormed their way deeper into his fractured psyche.

"Yesh… I'm P-Paul's… his per-perfect… per-perfect fuck-toy…"

His high, breathy voice echoed weakly in the dark room as he lost himself to the hypnotic haze, surrendering the last vestiges of his former self. His useless nub stiffening, his holes aching with need as he excitedly braced for the life he nearly escaped.

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