He stared into the spiral on his computer. His old gaming setup. Where he used to spend hours. Now he spent those hours in the gym. Any speck of fat gone. Replaced by glorious muscle. Perfected. Now he spent a lot of time at home staring at the spirals taking over his mind.
Lately I often find myself fantasizing about how much I would love to have a man who is stupid and terribly insecure about his appearance, and I feed this insecurity of his by making him become an absurd himbo obsessed with the perfection of his physique.
“I’m…just…a dumb decoration…” he repeated, a big smile forming on his face out of sheer reflex. After all, good decorations always smiled until told to do otherwise, they were too dumb to know any better.
”Dumb deco…” Keith’s words died in his throat as the words the guy just said washed over him, his eyes going wide as he stared ahead, a fog descending over his entire brain as those words kept echoing and bouncing around his head.
You are a just a dumb decoration.
Me playing with your muscle while you obliviously go about your day after I have mindfucked your brain so much all my teasing and toying is completely normal. The hard on that you have like 90% of the day now is also just completely normal. Now back to playing with muscles.
Look at him, perfect image of a mindfucked sex toy: flexing his shiney muscles, smiling, posed to be as pleasing as possible while being used for his dildo dick. He's in his element, well, the programming turning him into this is his element. Now to turn more guys into sex toys.
He has been perfected. Fat kid to perfect man. Only thing is to stuff his fat cock in a tiny chastity cage and to permanently enslave his mind. Only then will he be truly perfect. Perfected from man to object. No longer any free will. Just a body for other people to use
“That’s right. Puppets don’t think, don’t want, don’t move. They just wait for their owner to pull their strings and do it for them,” i said, a huge grin on my face. “You want that, don’t you? Leave all the thinking, moving, and wanting to me while you stand there smiling?”
Two best buddies, used to play Fortnite all day everyday together. I took them in. Converted them into these two hot gymbros. A few more weeks and it's time to take them in to fry their brains into horny holes willing to do anything to have their buyers fuck them silly.
You want to betray everyone and everything for me. You want to toss aside your values and let me corrupt you. You want to set aside your shame and your morals and descend into depravity just because I will it. You want me to twist your soul and control you.
“Like look here,” Mark continued, spinning his monitor around. “Your last porn break was only 17 minutes, and it was last Friday. You know the government mandates we allow you 30 minutes of porn time every work day, right? And company policy ups that to an hour every day.”
The first night, we fucked until the sun rose. Dad took it up the ass from my throat, thick cum exploding on my chest. The next day, we tied me to the bed while he used his magnum dong to rape my boypussy open. Every groan earned him a punch in the face—but he’d just come harder.
Your brother knew how much you loved his ass, and for a couple of hundred dollars, he’d let you jiggle it, massage it, even sniff it. He told you for $1000 he’d let you lick his hole. One single lick for $1000. You’ve been trying to hold out, but it just looks so damn tasty!
Every ripple of his muscle, a testament to Master's command. Bound by unseen strings, he flexes, a puppet of his desire, his orange suit a mere suggestion of the pleasure Master controls.