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Trophies don’t need to think- just look good and please daddy

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Daddy does the thinking from first look. Daddy says “I like you dumb “

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Daddy can easily get into a potential trophy’s head on the first date

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When you signed up for that trophy boy dating website, you didn’t think you’d find one of those so called sugar daddies. What surprised you more than actually getting a response, was that the sugar daddy that messaged you was only 36. And now here you are. In his mansion. In a jock. On your knees. About to suck your new masters cock. What a life.

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You are amazed at how quickly you have progressed to this spot. You only a quick round of messages from that site before he invited (told) you to meet him at a coffee bistro near you in an hour. You quickly changed and walked the block to your first date with this mysterious man. He was there waiting for you and as you sat down in that corner booth you could feel his eyes evaluate your looks and body. You see him smile as you settle into your seat. He smiles with perfect teeth. The confident smile of an alpha who can order anyone he wants. He offers you a tic tac. There is not a question. It’s an order….you take it, and begin to suck on it as you start the small talk. He’s intimidating but handsome and surely the most powerful man you ever met. You notice an odd taste to the tic tac. Almost medicine-y. You want to spit it out but he tells you to just swallow it - you do. It just made more sense to swallow it than be rude and spit it out.

From that point on, it just makes more sense if you follow his words and answer his questions. He told you so and you agree. He got to his high position at such a young age because he is always right, and you want to be completely honest with him. You usually play it cool and coy, but not today. You want to answer anything he asks. He stares into your eyes and you are mesmerized. He informs you that from now on you want to answer his questions truthfully. Yes- from now on you only want to speak the truth.

He asks you your real name. On the site’s profile you had said your name was Devin but you blurt out that your real name is David Duncan Smith. He smiles and says that he likes the name Devin more, but there is time for that to be decided. He asks for your address and social security number. You don’t even notice he is taking notes and textes those notes off. While you answer more questions about career goals, job etc (career goal to be an actor, current jobs as bartender and temp) he receives a text back. He tells you that you passed the security check. He asks how submissive you have been with prior boyfriends (pretty equal). His eyes sparkles with more intensity and then he corrects your answers. You are so happy he has the right answers as you know you answered wrong but don’t know the right answers. He tells you “I know the truth about you. It’s that you always wanted to entirely submit to an ideal superior man like me and wanted this dream man to be in charge of everything about you.” Yes! You did. Now you remember! “Your career goal in moving to the city was to follow your dream of being the obedient trophy boy to a powerful god who deserved a compliant boy to mold. You had told people you wanted to act as as cover for the truth. You had only been temping in offices to watch alpha businessmen - and you dream of them taking complete charge of you.” It all makes complete sense, right?.

Lastly he asks if you were truly single and you confess you had a boyfriend who was a poor actor as well. Thankfully, he corrects you. “No,” he says. “The fact is you are entirely single and ready to be claimed.” Yes that was the truth. He goes on and tells you that he knows other actor guy was “just a distant friend that could easily be discarded as you barely knew him. You don’t even need to say goodbye in person. You can just say bye in a text.” You feel so happy! Here you are a single young man and this single alpha is interested in you. It seems you are in just the right place at the right time.

Next thing you knew you are following behind him as he leaves the bistro and enters the back of a stretch limo. You sit next to him, and he snaps his fingers and says “Eyes.” Instantly you eyes seek his and you are entranced again. You are in heaven! He says “you are mine.” Yes! Now you had a purpose. He asked for your phone and you hand it over without question. He says “This is mine now. I’ll decide when you can use it. No worries, I’ll text that actor friend of yours and monitor any important messages or emails. I’m sure there will be nothing important to worry about. You trust me. I own you, correct? You want me to own every thing about you.” It’s like he’s reading your mind! He asks you why you joined that site and you originally said you wanted to be spoiled, but you knew that was wrong. He corrected you and spoke your truth: “I think you need a truly alpha man to take charge. In fact, this is your lucky day. I will be in charge of you from now on.” You feel so overjoyed that you can’t contain your smile. He tells you “From now on, you only respond to the names i decide are appropriate for my boy. First, your name “David Smith” is such a boring name isn’t it? I know you always hated it. From now on your name will be “Devin Young” to the outside world. My lawyers will take care of that. They will prepare a few documents and you can sign them. You will love signing with your new name, whatever documents I give you. Do you like your new name Devin?“ You nod enthusiastically. He then says "I’ve decided you also are named Boy, Slut and Babe and you will respond to them whenever and wherever I use them, even in public.” You nod again and begin to fantasize about being on his arm at a big fancy party and him saying “babe go get me a drink,” or “go get our coats Slut, it’s time to go breed you.” You hear him command “Boy” and you instantly look in his eyes. “We are almost at your new home. When you step inside my mansion, you will strip at the door and I will give you a jock to wear. From now on, I decide everything about your appearance, including what you wear. Right slut?” You nod! It all felt right didn’t it? Good boy!

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You love being an intern at such a prestigious company. Sure, the corporation is huge and super successful, and they treat their interns extremely well with many perks: a huge free gym just for interns, an exclusive intern commissary with lots of protein options, and free health coverage including mandatory therapy once a week. You grew to understand that the therapist could really mentor the interns to find their purpose. You grew to appreciate that your therapist helped you sort thru how to maneuver the corporate life, especially who had the power and who to suck up to. Sure, the gym was great and had plenty of equipment (although the music piped through the sound system seemed to make you zone out at times), and you ate every meal at the commissary (even though some of the dishes had a slightly medicine taste). Still, the best perk given to the interns was the free therapy. You learned that your therapist gave great advice. Over the last 6 months he has given you terrific advice, and you learned to trust his words of wisdom. Even now, you are so happy to have him give you advice. For instance, he told you “Silly boy! When the billionaire owner of the corporation invites you to his Caribbean island for the weekend, you go!” You knew you should go, but was so happy when the therapist confirmed your wish. Yes you have been lusting for the owner for the last 6 months. Yes you cancel all other dates and plans and agree to join the boss. You remember the advice the company’s therapist gave to you in your weekly sessions. The therapist has been great for the last 6 months since you started seeing him. Those sessions helped clear up your life and set you on a path for true success. After just a few sessions you realized that your boyfriend was stressing you out and it was a good idea to dump him. You also learned that you wanted to devote time to the gym instead of dating. You put on 20 lbs of lean muscle and reduced your body fat..this new body needed less stress and you were so happy to ask the therapist to make some decisions for you so you would not have to stress about some big decisions. Hair style, body hair, where to live now that you moved out of your bf’s house, and even who to focus now that your body was ready to date again. He made you realize that you could land one of the major clients, or executives of the company. In the last few weeks you had begun to lust for each of these older powerful men. Then, one day the big boss owner walked through the intern gym and took a look over the class of interns. You remember he looked at you and smiled before leaving the gym. At your next session the therapist had a huge smile and told you he wanted you to meditate and fantasize about a perfect life. He used the short phrase that got you to relax. He led you through a mediation exercise and you felt so relaxed. He had you imagine yourself naked and waiting for your ideal older man to step in front of you. It felt so real. Like you were actually naked and hard. Of course it was just a fantasy. It surprised you when you saw the big boss enter the room. Yes, he must be your fantasy of an ideal man. So powerful and sexy. Yes he was your new goal. Of course, such an ideal man needed the ideal boy but it was worth the effort to be perfect for the boss. Perfection meant more (and very specific) polishing and the boy learned what he wanted to change - bigger pecs, fuller lips, even less stress, cuter haircut, maybe a different name. The owner deserved a celibate boy. It’s as if his fantasy man said that aloud in his fantasy. Thus you decided that you had to be celibate and train your ass so that the boss might fit right in should he ever want to invite you on a date. During your meditation you heard this billionaire god tell the dr other things to change but you zoned out. In the days that followed your workouts changed as did the various vitamins you took. Grooming changed and you look on the super elite air of a male model who could be kept by the richest man in the country. Your therapist made more decisions to help you reach your goal. More hours in the gym, dr visits to make those lips and teeth perfect, and different files to listen to when you slept. A month has passed since you fantasizes about being inspected by the boss. But yesterday the owner called you to his office and invited you to join him for a weekend retreat. Strangely, the therapist was also in the boss’s office. As he had made most decisions for you over the last few months, you turned to your therapist to ask him what to do. He repeated the phrase that makes you relax deeply when you mediate in his office. You love to meditate for him as you get to hear his great decisions. Yes l, you would love to go away with your ideal man. No need to pack as he would supply anything you needed. Yes, the billionaire would make all decisions from now on. Yes you wanted to take your shirt off now to show him the hard work you have done on your body. You were still a little out of it when you had the urge to kiss him and let him worship those big pecs of yours. Soon you were whisked off to his private jet and coasting above the clouds. You then hear the big owner use the same special words that the therapist says when he wants you to de-stress. You relax and just want him to make decisions. The boss is always right. You love him making all decisions from now on. The more decisions he makes, the more you become devoted to him. Yes, relax and listen. He decided that you wanted to be his perfect muscle trophy boyfriend and you would gladly let him mold you further. He also decided you no longer wanted to work for the company and you obediently signed a resignation letter he put in front of you as well as some other papers. You seem to pay no attention to the content of those documents and it really does not matter. You feel so happy that he now has power of attorney over you and that he decided you needed a better name : Cody (you always loved that name, didn’t you? If not, you love it now). He decided your immediate goal was to seduce him so that he wanted to be your master and very generous sugar daddy. It is as if you knew your eyes and pecs had some unique power and they were unleashed at full force. You seal the deal and ride your master before the jet lands. As the jet taxis to the awaiting car he gives you your new outfit befitting a silent obedient trophy boy: Versace speedo and ray bans. You are so happy that you no longer have to make any big decisions ever again. you here you are, on a weekend long “retreat” to his island.You have already taken 6 of his loads since you arrived yesterday. Keep up the good work and you will be moving into his penthouse upon your return. I bet you will never go back to the intern pool.

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