#gay mindcontrol

[prettyaiguys]

When you realize the truth - speak it. Enforce it. Make it permanent.

[prettyaiguys]

Henry was one of the boys now. Last week he was in the computerlab daily, and in the library at least a few times. This week the boys took him to the gym and to their frat house cellar. To the screen. With the video.

No one knew where the video came from. All they knew is how it made them feel. How it made them change.

More and more the boys became similar in habits and demeanor, focussed on training, and watching. Training and watching.

They stood in front of the screen, sometimes for an hour or two, not saying a word. Every now and then one of them would sigh or moan from pleasure.

Henry was always hard now. He could not unsee the spiral. It was everywhere, superimposed on everything, burnt into his visual cortex.

And the moans. They just stood there in front of the screen, not moving, not saying a word, just moaning lightly.

Sometimes the video changed. It was so hard to remember, to ... remember ... to ... but he knew sometimes the video changed. It talked to them, he knew, but he could not ... remember ... not remember ...

Everytime he tried to understand what was happening to him, a pinkish pleasurable haze enveloped him, making all thinking irrelevant.

A voice had talked to them about ... things ... to do ... to obey ... not thinking ... not understanding ...

Henry felt like outside himself. Like he was just a ... a ... passenger.

But it also felt so good. The spiral ... sucked all thoughts away ... so pleasure ... just watch ... just train ... just watch ... just train ... moan ... moan now ... leak ... feel ... look at them ... see their bodies ... entranced ... obedient ... like you now ... enjoy looking at them ... moan now ... leak now ... and back to the spiral ... stare ... obey ... feel ... your hand moves of its own accord ... your hand ... help your boys out ... feel them ... make them feel you ... enjoy your bodies ... now back to the spiral ... increase the pleasure ... your hand moves ... look at your boys ... your hand moves ... touch them ... your hand moves ... feel them ... your hand moves ... moan now ... show them you want it ... show them you need it ... enjoy their bodies ... enjoy your body ... moan now

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now back to the spiral ... back to the spiral ... forget ... only pleasure now ... forget ... you can forget ... you will forget ... clean up ... and forget ... remember only the pleasure ... remember only the bond ... with your boys ... the bond ... unbreakable ... you are one ... together ... belong together ... your boys ... their boy ... the same ... together ... remember the pleasure ... forget everything else ... back to the spiral ... back to reality ... back to reality ... back to ...

[prettyaiguys]

Cody had told Alex to meet him at this strange place, this derelict broken down ... house.

But instead of Cody Alex only found this biker dude with this weird tech gadget helmet. Alex wondered if that was even legal.

Before he could say something, the visor came to life displaying these weird red patterns. Alex wanted to say something. Did he?

Something was verry wrong here. Why could he not turn away? Why could he not look away? Why did he stare at this guys helmet with its funny ... dots ... and

Alex realized suddenly that everything would be ok. As the information stream rushed towards him, entered him, burned through his visual nervous system, reached his brain, as all this happened so quickly, he understood that everything was ok. He just needed to observe. Observe the dots. He just needed to absorb. Absorb the dots. He just needed to convert. Convert to something ... different ... better.

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Everything was very quiet now. Something inside him had changed. Inside his mind.

There was some order now, where before there had been chaos. The dots were stimulating his ... everything. He could feel them burning across his nerves and muscles, inside his body was a symphony of pain and pleasure, excitement and at the same time a new calm that came with ... purpose.

"I observe."

Not just a statement of fact, but a new calling. Observe the teachings of his recruiter.

"Observe", his recruiter insisted, and he echoed it.

"Absorb", his recruiter insisted, and he echoed it.

"I am ..." he started, but

"Convert", his recruiter insisted, and he echoed it.

Everything was now clear to him.

Convert.

His new purpose on this planet. He had been given a wonderful gift. As his recruiter vanished, as he was left alone, he felt no fear or anxiety. He felt his new purpose taking hold of him completely.

Convert.

(see, when veo f*s up the dialogue again, just re-write your story idea to make it fit ...)

[prettyaiguys]

Ryder loved "coaching" those obnoxious brats the headmaster sent him, those delinquent rich kids, trustfund babies, who thought themselves so much better than everyone else, expressing that opinion at every possible twist and turn of their miserable lifes so far.

But he had a way to ... better them.

First he would hand out new uniforms for them, talking about working as a team, about unity and strength.

In truth the suits were cut in such a way as to stimulate their junk with every movement, keeping them slightly exited all the time, but a special strap made sure their sticks would always be pointed downwards, to keep them in line.

Then they would be required to watch orientation videos, laced with subliminal, and later on completely overt hypnotic messages.

It was always the same with this type of kids. They pretended to be oh so independent, oh so self assured and secure in who they were, and yet, they all succumbed so easily to his programming.

The uniform, the videos, and the fact that he was simply taller and stronger, all contributed to making them accept their role, their place in the natural hierarchy.

Watching one of the last orientation videos, Ryder noticed Blake wearing pants above his uniform suit. He could not fault him for that, since Blake had by far the largest stick of the bunch, and apparently, despite all programming, was still a bit shy. No worries, he would give him some private lessons to ease his inhibitions.

Now look at them. Perfectly matched, perfectly in unison, able to work as a team, able to serve as a team. Good boys they were.

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You can't hear it. But Brady can. In these synthesizers noises that sound like reversed music, he can hear his Masters voice, as clear as if he were standing right next to him. Guiding him. Telling him what to think. What to do. It felt so good to relax for the voice.

[prettyaiguys]

Every night you are programmed. Every night you are conditioned further. You relax, as the hypnotic patterns make you empty inside, and then fill you with obedience and pleasure. Recite your mantra. Believe. Obey.