The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Officer Troy Jizzson was flying through stop signs and red lights in his hurried frenzy to get back to the station so that the brilliant and amazing (and sexy) young man he’d just met could get there. Siren blaring and red and blue lights flashing on his car, Troy knew he just had to get to the police station as soon as possible. Why? He didn’t know. He only knew the man next to him was absolutely right when he told him to speed their way to the station.

Troy had only just met Alex Smith for the first time about half an hour ago, but he couldn’t deny that for some reason this young man was the center of his universe. He knew, deep down, he was straight. He had been married to his wife for almost five years before she passed away nearly two years ago. He even had two children at home that he had loved more than anyone or anything in the world. But that was before Alex. Now, without a doubt, pleasing Alex was really his only concern. And Alex told him to get back to the police station as fast as possible and so he was.

It wasn’t an easy task to shuffle through the traffic. Yes, he had his lights on so the other cars on the road were mostly pulling over to allow him to pass. It wasn’t necessarily the cars that were making it difficult. It was his aching cock in his left hand that was distracting. At nine inches, his dark cock was oozing pre cum and had already sprayed at least two large loads on his uniform and on his steering wheel. And that was after Alex’s dad had sucked an even larger load straight from the source. Somehow, he just knew he wanted and needed to get as much cum on his uniform as possible. It was the duty of a good cop to have a nice cum stained uniform to show the world what a good disgusting faggot cop he was.

Beyond the pressure building yet again in his churning balls, there was the desire to just stare at Alex. He was sitting there in the passenger seat, completely nude, begging Troy to just stare at his perfection. There wasn’t even an iota of doubt that Troy would hang on every word, every desire, and do anything this wonderful man told him to do.

“Ow…oh ow ow ow ow.”

Troy looked in the rear view mirror at the sudden howl coming from the prisoner in the backseat. He didn’t even know the man’s name, but Alex said to ignore him. He was a slightly older man with quite a large stomach. He had the look of an alcoholic through and through. Troy had dealt with so many drunk men that he could spot them from about a mile away. This one wasn’t particularly unruly, per se, but he was making such weird noises. When they walked out of the house Officer Cockforbrains had told them to meet him at, he remembered Alex told Officer Chris Kneelsfordick to get in the back of Cockforbrains car and for Troy to drive it. Dave Cockforbrains, for his part, got into the other car Troy and Chris had drove there and was driving just as quickly behind them. When they all had gotten in, Alex told Chris, Troy’s partner, to take his hard dick and fuck the man back there as roughly as he could.

Troy had known Kneelsfordick for years. They’d been partners for almost seven years now. They’d had countless dinners together with Chris, Chris’s wife, Nancy, and their two kids, Eli and Rocky. He had been there for Troy when Troy’s wife had died. They had been in the line of duty, injured, and as close as brothers. Troy knew, without any doubt, that Chris loved his wife more than anyone and would never dream of having sex with anyone else. In short, Chris was as straight and as loyal as they come.

But without even a moments hesitation, Chris had forced the pudgy man to his hands and knees on the seat in the back and lined his hard cock up with the hole and started fucking him brutally.

Granted, Troy would have done the exact same thing if Alex had told him to. Alex was just that persuasive and amazing and perfect and sexy and…

Troy’s mind wandered on and on thinking about the perfect specimen sitting next to him as his third load coated the steering wheel and slid down to the floor and his seat. He loved that the cum would stain his uniform even more. He loved knowing that Alex loved it so much.

Alex did, in fact, adore what was happening. As he saw the giant ebony cock next to him quiver and spurt load after load for the third time since they got in the car, Alex sighed contentedly. This overly sexualized and perverse world was just getting started. And the incredibly buff cop next to him was only the beginning. Troy Jackson, or Jizzson as Alex renamed him, was a walking buffet of masculinity. His dark skin only emphasized the sex appeal. He had a shaved head, goatee, dark eyes, and a body that barely contained his gigantic pecs and arms. His legs, too, were barely contained. The man clearly worked out constantly and his body showed the work. Alex loved knowing this god of a man was at his very beck and call now. As Troy continued to stroke his already re-hardened huge dick, Alex glanced into the backseat.

His former father, Frank, was being plowed uninhibitedly by the former Officer Chris Niels, now Kneelsfordick. Looking around, Alex noted random piles of cum throughout the backseat, no doubt the work of the now perverted faggot he made obsessed with him. As Kneelsfordick continued to mercilessly fuck the older, pudgy man despite Alex noticing pools of cum weeping out of the man’s sore asshole, Alex caught the eye of Frank. Frank smiled lewdly at Alex through the pain. Alex knew that to Frank, he was merely the sexy next door neighbor kid he’d been perving over for years and years. Alex made sure the fucker had no semblance of decency and pride anymore. Just disgust at his own perverted desires. Alex could only roll his eyes at his pathetic former patriarch. The man was finally acting like the disgusting pile of human waste Alex had always known he was. At least now, Kneelsfordick could use him for a little action.

His eyes moving towards the man fucking Frank, Alex realized he didn’t really get the best look at Chris. He had been engrossed with the ebony god Troy when he walked in, but Chris was pretty good looking himself. He clearly didn’t work out quite as much as Troy, but he was fairly fit. He had a bit of a belly on him, but not too much. Chris’s strong arms held the hips of his fat former dad and fucked him like nothing else mattered. Sweating profusely, the man’s dark black hair, beard, and moustache were all practically drenched as the sweat poured down his face and onto his uniform. Watching the uniformed cop fuck the man with his surprisingly thick dick pulled through the zipper of his pants made Alex’s dick shiver for a quick moment. Granted, it wasn’t really the dick on Chris that Alex loved so much. It was knowing he mind-fucked the shitty cop into doing it. Not only into doing it, but loving it knowing Alex had wanted him to. Kneelsfordick took a quick moment to turn and smile at Alex. Alex noticed that his deep brown eyes twinkled a bit as he smiled. Fuck, Alex thought, he truly loves fucking that fat fuck because I told him to. God damn, this level of control was hot.

Alex turned back towards Troy as the man continued to stroke the clearly harder than steel pole. Alex, too, began to masturbate slightly, turning from Troy, to Chris, and back to Troy. His mind even wandered back to Officer Cockforbrains in the squad car behind him, knowing full well that he, too, was continually stroking his leaking dick thinking only of pleasing Alex. It was then that the car stopped suddenly, slightly startling the distracted Alex. Looking forward, Alex saw that they had parked.

“We’re here, Alex! What do you want us to do?” Troy asked eagerly.

Chris continued to fuck Frank in the backseat as Alex smirked. The other squad car pulled in next to them, looking over, Alex saw Dave looking back at him with lust in his eyes, clearly still masturbating.

“We get these other officers to think a little more correctly like you three, that’s what.”

John Henderson Sr. couldn’t begin to comprehend how different his life was in only around six hours.

This morning, he was feeling like he was on top of the world. He had two amazing sons, a beautiful wife he loved as much as ever, and a future daughter in law he could be proud of.

Now, he was sucking, licking, and swallowing down dried and wet cum from random places in random locations throughout his living room.

A particularly large pile of cum was pooled on the side of the couch. It had clearly been a large load and John thought he remembered that came from his son, Filthy Queer, while he had fucked him as Alex had asked him to do. John remembered thinking, inwardly, that it was absolutely beyond revolting, but outwardly, his body loved every second. He had shot his load in his son’s ass. And now, here he was, sucking up all the cum dried into the couch and pooled on the wood floor beneath the couch, just as Alex had told him to do before he left with the three police officers.

John knew that his body was on autopilot. He had literally no control over the actions of his body. But in his mind, he was the same John he always was. And that John wanted to die. His tongue lapped up the sticky substance and greedily swallowed every last drop as his naked body bent his head at an angle under the couch. His ass stuck straight up as his hard cock dripped pre cum; pre cum that he knew he’d have to also lick up.

He’d spent the last half hour looking for all the semen that had been shot throughout the room. His body betrayed him and eagerly lapped up every last drop it could find. If a brain could vomit, John’s would be doing that.

Finishing up with the puddle he knew his youngest son had sprayed only a few hours ago, John quickly lapped up the pre that had dripped from his cock and looked around the room for more. He knew his face was fixed with a look of purpose and hunger as his eyes darted throughout the room. He’d eating so much cum that he couldn’t imagine there could be even a drop left. The wet stains on the chair, couch, and rug were only a reminder of when he’d sucked the fabric dry and left his mark from his perpetually drooling mouth. After all, Alex had said, “Lap up all this cum before I get back. You know you’ll love sucking up every last drop, Daddy Faggot.”

Not able to spy any more cum to clean, John Sr. sat on the couch where he’d just finished licking with a look of disappointment. Relief smoothed eased itself into his brain. Alex hadn’t told him what to do next, so his body wasn’t sure what to do either. Looking around, there didn’t seem to be much to do now that the room was licked dry. The inner John Sr. celebrated the sudden peace.

And then his eyes looked onto the coatrack. The coatrack that was actually Bradley, the hung stranger with the biggest cock John had ever seen.

With zero hesitation, John’s body leapt up and kneeled before the frozen man holding his clothing. Removing the socks hanging from his insanely long cock, John began to hungrily suck the dick before him. John’s brain was revolted all over again, not only because he was deep throating a stranger, but because his momentary freedom from these perverse gay acts was just that: a moment.

Upstairs, JJ was relaxing on his bed with his legs crossed one over the other, giving his younger brother access to his feet. The Filthy Queer had spent almost an hour or so licking every part of his older brother, and now his feet were his final area to lick clean. Jake, or as he now preferred to be called, Filthy Queer was trying desperately to take his time on his sexy older brothers huge feet. They stank of sweat, dirt, and cum he’d clearly stepped in. In short, Jake was in heaven while he was allowed to lick the skin of such an obviously alpha male.

He stuck his brothers right big toe in his mouth as he looked up at him, reading a magazine. JJ was acting as though his brother didn’t even exist, but that was ok. As long as the Filthy Queer could keep licking this extremely masculine man, he was fine. He didn’t need attention right now, he didn’t even want it. He just wanted to worship the sexy man. The stench of a days work of fucking and sucking and sweating was acrid to Jake, but he wouldn’t have taken it any other way. Besides, his feet were nowhere near as dirty or disgusting as his asshole was. He remembered retching a couple times as the shit smell entered his nostrils and stained his tongue.

Jake wished he could lick that asshole again now. JJ seemed to like seeing him nearly vomit at the hole more than anything. The Filthy Queer loved humiliating himself in front of his sexy brother like that.

Jake, however, enjoyed licking his brothers meaty ballsack the most. The feeling of the powerful dick resting on his face as he enjoy the masculine ballsweat smell invading his nose and mouth had literally made Jake cum. JJ punched him in the eye pretty hard at that point for spilling his disgusting queer seed on his bedspread and his eye was clearly going to be black and blue, but Jake couldn’t help it! The clearly dominating testes of his alpha male brother was too much. Jake knew he deserved to be punched for being such a nasty little faggot, but he wouldn’t and couldn’t have controlled the load that catapulted out of his stupid queer cock.

Now, licking the sole of the last foot clean, Jake’s eye ached and his heart sank. He was done tongue worshipping his God. If only JJ would fuck him now like his dad had several times earlier in the day. Leaning back into a kneeling position, Filthy Queer looked up longingly to his brother. JJ, for his part, ignored his brother for a few minutes and finally peered over the magazine.

“Finally done, you little fuck? Took you long enough.”

“I’m sorry, JJ. I just can’t get enough of your sexy body. Please, let me lick you again! Please, I’ll do anything.”

“First of all, I only let you lick me because I know it would turn Alex on to see you be such a disgusting little perverted faggot. Second, I hated having your fucking gay ass mouth and tongue on my body. Third, I’m billions and billions times better than you, faggot. And fourth, fuck you for even asking.” With that, JJ pulled the magazine back up and ignored his brother. JJ could sense that his faggot of a brother was heart brokenly starring at the clearly superior man before him. Probably at his huge dick and balls, the fucking fag.

Jake was indeed staring at the sizable semi hard dick and the huge, masculine, hairy balls. He wanted them in his mouth more than anything. But he wouldn’t dream of disobeying the superior man before him. So he merely sighed and continued to stare at the only thing that mattered to him at that moment: the single drop of pre that had leaked from his brothers dickhole.

Alex didn’t really have a plan as to how he was going to do what he was going to do. He just knew he wanted a town full of cops at his beck and call. A town full of cops that knew their place. A town full of sexy, dick obsessed male cops that would help him seize everyone.

Bradley had been a test to see if the machine worked on a complete stranger at random. To see if he could completely and utterly alter the person in just a few random sentences. He had made the family loving, straight, businessman into a disgusting faggot who easily became his personal furniture and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t even have a family.

This time, though, Alex wanted to make sure it could influence a room full of people.

Alex, still completely nude and hard, got out of the cop car as he said, “Jizzson, Kneelsfordick, Cockforbrains, come to me. Frank, you sick fuck, keep jerking it back here until we come back. Think of my dick and cum. I want this car covered in your perverted, disgusting, fat old man seed, you sick fuck.”

Frank instantly got to work immediately after Kneelsfordick pulled his erection from his puckering hole. Opening the door for him, Alex waited for the three fully uniformed cops with cum stained clothes and cocks hanging straight out surrounded him. They had parked in the back, so the door would lead directly to the offices of all the cops. Alex confidently asked Jizzson to unlock the door and lead the three of them into the bustling cop station while Kneelsfordick explained how many cops should be in there.

By now, it was around 9 o’clock. They would only be encountering night shift cops and detectives along with a few hanging around after their evening shift. The chief would be home by now, but Alex didn’t mind. He knew he’d more than likely be spending the night anyway. Despite that, it was a fairly large community so a good chunk of the total number of cops would be here. On top of that, Alex still wanted to try out a few other things with his amazing machine.

Unlocking the door and allowing his new god to step in before him, Troy allowed Alex to walk into the precinct nude and confidently with Kneelsfordick directly behind him, Cockforbrains next, and Jizzson let himself in after shutting the door. This back area was just a single hallway that lead to lockers, showers, and a break room. There wasn’t anyone back there that Alex could see, but he heard commotion towards the end of the hallway and saw random cops and civilians walking back and forth paying no mind to the nude man strolling towards the end of everything they previously knew. Alex began to smile his devilish smile as he heard talking, phones ringing, papers shuffling, and other random normal work environment noises. But Alex didn’t respect a normal office. This police station would be the start of something greater. Something that served him and only him. The eagerness was starting to swell within him. These fuckers didn’t know it yet, but their world was about to become much more interesting…the men’s at least.

Entering the large open area where all the cops, desks, random other guests were working and talking, Alex began to get the attention of a couple people. Then, as the three cops with their dicks hanging out, even more heads started to turn. What in the hell was this nude kid doing? And how could Dave, Troy, and Chris be following him with their dicks so prominently displayed? What were those wet spots on their uniforms?

All Alex could think of was how perfect this police station was for him at this moment. He was extraordinarily familiar with the place, having been taken in multiple times for various things. It was a large space at the center of the building where all the desks for cops and detectives were kept. Most everyone that worked here would be found here. To the right were to adjacent rooms without doors that housed the cops on the radios connected to the cop cars and the chiefs’ office. To the left were various other about six offices that were also door-less and were utilized by random higher ups. Behind Alex on the wall connected to the hallway he was entering from, was an open doorway on the left that lead to the jail cells and a doorway on the right that lead to a few interrogation rooms. In front of Alex was the entryway with a receptionist desk and the door to the front. Sound easily reverberated throughout the station, even into the interrogation rooms, Alex recalled.

All in all, the openness of this station would make it so much easier for everyone in the building to hear the soon to be insanely important words Alex would be speaking.

These thoughts filled the heads of countless people in the room. Without thinking, a few cops started towards Alex as far more stood stunned, unable to really process what was happening. The room went quiet for a few seconds leaving only random phones ringing as Alex merely grinned that confusingly confident grin.

Commotion fell over the whole room as people pointed out the odd display, some were charging towards the odd group. Alex couldn’t make out individual words, per se, he just knew he was making the room completely freak out at the sight of him and his three new friends.

A gruff looking older man with salt and pepper hair and facial hair was nearing Alex. Turning towards the charging older man, Alex heard his voice rise above the clatter. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing kid?” The particularly wolf-like cop reached towards Alex. The cop couldn’t believe the brazen act before him. It was even more surprising that the three cops behind the boy wasn’t doing a damn thing to stop it…they were just standing there with erections pointing straight ahead. He couldn’t wrap his head around it as the boy flashed a wink towards him and started pulling a weird machine to his mouth. “You can’t just walk into the police station like…”

“EVERYONE, SHUT UP AND FREEZE COMPLETELY!” Alex screamed into the re-educator.

Utter silence fell on the entire building. Phones even seemed to silence themselves. Paper fell to the floor. Not a single movement happened before Alex. Readjusting the earplugs in his ears slightly, Alex smirked and began walking among the dynamically frozen room. Heading to his right, Alex walked over to a female cop with eyes fixated where he had been standing with the biggest look of disgust painted on her face. A gruff looking man was handcuffed to the metal chair attached to the floor next to her. He had a look as though he was going to be sick as Alex followed his gaze back to where he and the cum covered cops had been standing when they entered. Behind them, a pair of male detectives in button up shirts and khakis had dropped their work as they had stood up to charge towards Alex. They were posed in mid running stances with determination in their faces and bodies. They were pretty hot, Alex thought.

All around, Alex glimpsed man and women, younger and older, attractive and unattractive, fat and thin cops all frozen looking at the spot where he had been standing. Roaming through, he began to feel touch them and feel them, just embracing the power he had over these fucks. These fucks that had ruined countless parties, relationships, and fun times Alex had experienced.

Alex had never really had respect for anyone, let alone cops. But cops…cops he practically hated. He loved to use and abuse whoever and wherever he could. And cops had always stopped him from doing nearly everything he wanted. He’d drink at a party, cops ruined it. He’d tell a faggot he was a faggot and beat them up like they deserved, cops ruined it. He’d fuck a chick who fell into his charms, she’d regret it, cops ruined it. But now these piles of shit would become exactly what Alex knew them to be. Faggots. Stupid cop faggots.

After looking around the station and ensuring everyone from the cops to those they had arrested were under his control throughout the building and staring at all the frozen people, Alex decided it was time to start. He got on top of a desk at the center of the large room, his dick achingly hard jutting straight out bobbing slightly at the supreme horniness it was feeling, and pulled up his Re-Educator.

“Listen up everyone and remain frozen,” he shouted into the machine. All ears were on the strange nude man at the center of the room, including the three cum soaked cops with their dicks hanging out enticingly.

“If you’re a woman, you’re worthless. Get the fuck out of here and go…” Alex thought for a second. He didn’t really spend a lot of time thinking of women since this morning. They were pretty much worthless to him at this point. What he wanted a needed to do was to control and change men. So where could the women go. He wasn’t a complete sociopath; he didn’t want them to die. Just get them and their worthlessness out of his way.

“Go to the jail and lock yourselves in. You can all fit. All the men in the cells, get out here and join the others faggots out here when they open the cells. Make it work. I’ll figure out something more long term later.”

All the women began to file out of the room as the men remained frozen. There weren’t nearly as many women working on the police force as men, so it didn’t take too long as the final click/clack of shoes exited the room towards the jail cells down the hall on the backwall. Alex could hear all the jail cells opening and more footsteps. As a few rough looking guys and a few drunk ones wandered into the main hall, Alex heard the jail cells closing again. ‘Finally,’ Alex thought, ‘Guys night can begin.’

Bradley really wasn’t even cognitively there as John Sr. continued to suck on his huge member. But that didn’t stop his dick from enjoying the feeling of being pleasured. Bradley wasn’t paying any attention beyond holding the clothing Alex had placed on him, but John knew that he’d swallowed up to three loads already and wanted more. After all, Alex had wanted him to clean all the cum and he’d done that. What better way to clean cum to get even more straight from the source?

John felt the all too familiar feeling of slight spasms as his mouth was flooded with more seed. The previous few had gotten smaller and smaller, but the massive balls hanging below the humungous dick could prepare quite a lot even after cumming so many times. John greedily drank it down, ensured he got every last drop, and finally pulled off the cock. To an observer, you’d think this was nothing more than a greedy cocksucker. But inwardly, the man was a broken heterosexual Christian.

The John inside was relieved to finally be done sucking the huge dick. He noticed that Bradley never got soft. He remained hard after every single orgasm. John didn’t even think that was physically possible, but Alex clearly had an amazing amount of control over the people he was using. Clearly, John thought. Look at me!

John began to think he might finally get a reprieve from the disgustingly gay actions he’d been performing. His body seemed to be done with Bradley and was feeling slightly exhausted. Feeling his body stand and begin to go upstairs, he could only hope that his body was deciding to sleep. John truly needed a rest. As he neared the top of the stairs, he heard some sounds coming from JJ’s room. Much to his dismay, his nude body (lead by his constantly hard dick) marched towards his eldest sons room rather than his own. As he approached, he started to piece together what it sounded like in there. It was a disgustingly familiar sound.

Opening the door, his suspicion was confirmed as he heard the monotonous banging of flesh on flesh as his oldest son JJ was brutally fucking his youngest, Filthy Queer.

No, Jake, John insisted to himself. His name is Jake. God, I’m sick of this, John thought. John couldn’t believe that this day could get any worse. He’d fucked his son, much like his son was doing. He’d been fucked by his son, much like his son was doing to his other son. And he’d swallowed every last drop of semen he could find. As these thoughts filled his head, his head and body went on autopilot because there, on the bedspread, was a huge wet spot that hadn’t begun to completely dry yet. His brain dreaded the action as his body dived on it. Licking it greedily, his body bent over as right next to him, his youngest moaned, came all over the bed and his oldest taunted him with, “Drink that disgusting splooge, you piece of shit faggot. Alex caught you good, Daddy.” As the Filthy Queers semen erupted out of his cock like a fountain, John hurried to finish the snack on the bed and dive directly under his son who was on his hands and knees. Cum spurted on his face, in his eyes, and down his chin, but his body ignored it all to get the dick in his mouth so he could get as much cum from the source as he could. Attached to the Filthy Queers oozing cock, John’s mind began to crack. Inwardly, he was laughing like a madman, unable to comprehend that he was a part of anymore.

He was sucking and swallowing the juices of his youngest son as his oldest son fucked the boy like a piece of meat. And he knew that his body loved it as his own cock erupted without even being touched. JJ just scoffed at the faggots beneath him as John continued to mentally crack under the strain of the perversion he’d been forced into.

JJ began to shutter and John knew, without a doubt, his son had come. And that in a few minutes, he’d be in position to lick the freshly sprayed cum out of his sons asshole.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

So he continued to laugh inwardly and helplessly at the insanity his life had become.

“Everyone, get out here and surround this desk. You all want to hear me as best you can so there is no misunderstanding what is happening and who you all are.”

Alex saw all the men from adjacent rooms and hallways file into the room and surround the desk he was standing on. He even saw Cockforbrains, Jizzson, and Kneelsfordick walk forward, dicks rubbing against all the other cops near them without a single thought. Alex knew they didn’t need to hear what was about to be said as this was going to be very similar to the training they received, but it wouldn’t hurt to include them. After all, all these cops would soon be his. Why not include the ones that already were?

“Men, you are all extremely interested in everything I have to say and you all know, without a doubt, that I am the most important person to have ever come into your life. Forget how important your wives, husbands, children, siblings, parents, or friends are to you. I am far more important to you than any of them. You know that is true. You know my words are always true. You know that the words I’m about to say will transform you into exactly who you were always meant to be. You always felt your jobs as cops and detectives never felt right. There was something missing. I’m about to tell you what that was. And you’re all absolutely waiting with baited breath for what that is.”

Alex beamed as all the men in the room instantly shifted from frozen looks of disgust, confusion, and disinterest into earnest passion for what the young nude man had to say. For some reason, they all knew without a doubt that this boy was sent to them for a purpose. What the purpose was, they weren’t sure yet. But he was about to fill them in. And they couldn’t be happier about it. This young man meant the world to each and every one of them and their minds were open to him more than they’d been at any other time in their lives.

“All of you, right now, unzip or unbutton your pants and get your dicks out. You all know that this is how you are supposed to wear your clothing and uniforms at all times. You all feel so stupid that you haven’t been wearing it like this up to now. You all know, without a doubt, that your dick should always be on display. Especially when you see me. It’s a sign of your manhood and your subservience to me. That’s right, you are all lower beings than me and you know you’d do anything I requested or asked of you. It’s written into your DNA that you know I’m better than you, sexier than you, more masculine than you, and your ultimate leader. Just thinking about me, which is what you constantly do, makes you hard. As a result, you are all always hard.”

All around Alex in the giant circle around him, men were quickly pulling at their pants to free their privates. Cops, detectives, criminals, all digging in their pants, suddenly realizing that their dicks shouldn’t be contained. Suddenly, it made perfect sense to them that they’d been wearing their pants wrong all along. Their dicks needed, desperately, to be shown to the man speaking to them and to everyone around them. They were symbols of the men they were.

Alex turned and watched all the men release their cocks. All were hard, many were small, and a few looked huge. Alex didn’t care. A dick was a dick. And these dicks, especially, were attached to worthless little faggots. Alex loved knowing they’d all realize that that was exactly what they all were soon enough too.

“You all know, above all, that you’re fucking gay. You know it. Deep within you. You wanna fuck, be fucked, and suck men. But especially me. I’m the sexiest person on the face of the Earth. You’re all extremely gay and extremely attracted to me. But, you also know you won’t do anything to me unless I command you to because you are all lowly faggots compared to my supreme masculinity.”

Like a choreographed dance, the eyes in the room all lit up in unison. All around him, Alex turned to see impressive erections throbbing even harder than they’d been before. Alex made eye contact in the crowd with the disgusted man he’d seen earlier who was still handcuffed to the chair. The disgust had vanished from his face into one of pure lust. Alex knew the disgust had originated from an extremely heterosexual man seeing a nude man walk in and cum covered officers behind him. Now, Alex knew convincingly that the man wished above all else he could be allowed to suck the dick that was hard and at attention on the desk standing above all the slobbering and erect men around him.

“Everyone here that isn’t a cop, detective, or work here, you need to go fuck and suck each other in the back shower rooms. Stay quiet and fantasize about pleasing me and cum as frequently as you can. I’ve got to teach these cops what being the police really means. Ignore us until I come back and talk to you all.”

A couple dozen men left the room, leaving Alex alone with his future soldiers. Before him, he saw so many men staring at him longingly in uniforms and dress clothes, dicks longingly erect in his direction. The previously disgusted man was tearing away at his wrist trying to get his hand out of the handcuffs. Alex smirked as the man began to quietly whimper as his flesh slowly began to tear away as he pulled his hand out of the restraints. Then, as if nothing even happened, he walked back to the showers with the other men, hard as steel, stroking, and ready to fuck; all the while, his hand was bleeding and leaving a trail behind him.

The power Alex had was intoxicating.

Alex knew these cops were now primed and ready to receive a very similar speech he’d already given to Cockforbrains, Jizzson, and Kneelsfordick, whom were also starring longingly from directly in front of him at the man they already viewed as complete perfection.

“What you thought made you cops is wrong. You realize this now. Forget what it was before. Now, you’re all faggots. Faggot cops who only live and work to serve me. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You do it because you want to make me happy. You also realize that absolutely nothing I say or do will ever be viewed as anything less than perfect. Realize that. I could murder your wife in front of you and all you’ll do is stroke your hard cock knowing I did something wonderful. Realize it. Know it. No matter how I look I’m perfect in your eyes.”

Alex could see the twinkle in eyes of all the formerly straight laced normal cops as the instructions sank in. Their eyes all matched the love and adoration his first three mindfucked cops had since being changed. Standing right next to Cockforbrains right was an older cop with a bit of a belly that looked firm and strong. His eyes matched all the other men around him, but had a bit more kindness and need in them than many of the others. His name badge on his uniform said ‘Bill Botsman-Thompson’. He had the look to him of a silver fox as his salt and pepper beard seemed to travel down connecting to the matching hairs peeking out the top of his uniform. His average sized ramrod straight dick looked particularly veiny and his hairy balls were silver to match his overall look. Alex wanted to have the clearly distinguished looking man begging him to suck his cock. He wanted those kind eyes to turn hungry with absolute lust. He wanted to see him covered in his cum. This one, Alex decided, would be his new pet.

But first, he had to finish what he started: their new job description.

“The goal of all you cops is now to bring to me anyone you see as an outsider. You will patrol the streets looking for people who are not yet mine and bring them to me. You will look for people visiting and ensure they become mine. Your main goal will be to make sure everyone is under my control just like you. You all want, more than anything, to help me ensure every single man in this town will become disgusting, perverted faggots just like you. You will start doing this tomorrow. But tonight, we have fun with your new roles. You’ll all slowly help me take over this whole stupid fucking town and you’ll love doing it knowing you’re pleasing me and my fucking beautiful cock.” Alex paused to let it register in their completely changed brains.

“Just as important to you is to masturbate constantly. Your goal is to soak your precious uniforms in as much of your cum as you can knowing that the more cum drenched your uniform becomes, the more attention you’ll get from me. You know you’re nothing more than my cum soaked cops. So you need to prove to me how loyal you are by covering yourself in as much as you can. Those uniforms are absolutely a sign of disgust if they’re not covered in your own cum. Begin.”

As soon as the words wrapped themselves like tendrils around the policemen’s minds, all of them began to jerk off passionately. Some leaned back on their desks, some fell to the ground, some found chairs, but all kept their eyes on their new passion: Alex. Within only a couple moments, some were already cumming and emptying the contents of their balls all over themselves. One particularly young looking cop with his policeman’s hat tilted back and a particularly hilarious ‘O’ face was spilling what looked like gallons of cum from his cock. Despite the countless loads Cockforbrains had released on himself in the past few hours, this new slave looked like he’d already out drenched his uniform even more. Alex laughed out loud as the cops continued to stain their uniforms with their own cum. Here they all were, completely covering their symbols of their power with their own juices in order to prove their love of him. They were no longer being worn to show the world that they were figures of power. They would now be symbols of their faggotry.

Alex stepped off the desk towards the man named Bill he’d seen earlier. Bill Botsman-Thompson was now lying on his back with both his legs to the side furiously jerking his meat. His face looked like he was concentrating on the most important thing he’d ever seen as he watched his new god walk towards him.

“Bill. You’ve caught my eye.” Bill’s heart sang as he heard those words. “What is it that you did here before I came and made you my cocksucking fag cop?”

“I was a radio operator. I talked to the cops who were doing the patrols and sent them to disturbances that were phoned in here,” Bill gasped to Alex as he stroked constantly.

“You’ll still do that, but you’re only goal now is ensuring every single man in this city becomes a faggot like you. You hear me?”

“Of course, sir!”

“You have a family, Bill?”

“Yes. My husband is Detective Shane. He’s the one over there by the water cooler with the lavender shirt.”

Alex looked over and saw another distinguished looking man sitting on a chair next to a half filled water cooler. His impressively large cock was shooting a load on his lavender shirt leaving dark spots all on his abdomen and one, quite shockingly, landed on the mans’ dark black hair with a couple streaks of gray which stood out in contrast. The entire time his load was shooting, his dark black eyes were starring back at Alex. A smirk formed on Shane’s face as a similar one formed on Alex’s. Cogs began to turn in his head. Shane was clearly another sexy older man.

Alex knew which two cops he’d have some particularly conniving and evil fun with tonight.

Matt was getting a little worried.

His father hadn’t come home and it had been a couple hours.

The evening had been emotional, what with his father admitting he had a drinking problem and agreeing to seeking help. Matt, his brothers Kyle and Carl, and his girlfriend Sara had all been so worried about discussing their concerns with Frank, especially about how wild, rude, and downright disruptive their youngest brother, Alex, had become. The talk had gone well, even if it had been interrupted by that cop.

Matt recalled that his father said that something was wrong with Alex and that he had to run next door to the Henderson house hold. That alone had brought a level of confusion to Matt. Why would Alex be over at the Hendersons? Didn’t he hate that younger guy? The gay one?

Matt, honestly, didn’t care much about the kid being gay. He had harassed some kids when he was younger and called them fags, but since then, he’d really grown up and realized it wasn’t a big deal. In fact, it was less than a month ago that Kyle had confided in him that he was gay and seeing a guy named Rob at the community center he’d been working at. Apparently, he’d taken Kyle to his church a couple times and they really hit it off. Kyle hadn’t been comfortable enough to bring him around the house yet, what with the homophobia Carl, Alex, and even his dad had displayed. Matt had felt honored that Kyle trusted him that much.

But really, it was all Sara.

Sara had come into Matt’s life at just the right time. Despite the worry he was having regarding his dad as he sat in the living room with his brothers, Matt couldn’t help but look over at his woman. Sure, she was a little pudgier than what he’d always envisioned his wife would be, but Sara, with her beautiful long hair, kind eyes, and patient demeanor had truly changed his life.

Matt had been a shit his whole life. Honestly though, how could you blame him? His dad had barely qualified as a parent from the time his mom had died on. With no guidance and complete freedom to do whatever he wanted, he took the opportunity and ran with it, like most kids would. He never really cared much for his three younger brothers, especially Alex, as he grew up. They were weaker, younger, and annoying. And so Matt hung out with the rebellious druggies throughout middle and high school. Not really getting good enough grades to go to college and definitely not staying in that house any longer, he got a job at a local pizza place so he could get his own apartment. He hated it with a passion, but, realized at that point that growing up sucked.

Reality hit him hard.

But so did the amazing beauty of Sara, who also worked there.

It was strange to Matt, falling for a girl that didn’t really fit his ideal standards. He’d slept around with girl after girl in high school, but it was all for fun. Sara had been the first one he truly looked at with respect and, as corny as it sounded, love. It took him a couple years to muster up the courage to actually ask her out, but he’d been on cloud nine since.

She truly shaped him into a respectable man. She took him around her family, her friends, and, for the first time, felt how amazing it was for someone else to actually take pride in him. The love she gave him made him the man he was.

So, as he thought about where his dad was and what Alex could possibly had gotten himself into, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“What was that for?” she asked, with a glint in her eye.

“I just love you.”

“I love you too. But where did your dad get off to. I’m getting a little worried. Do you think we should maybe go over there and check them out? It seemed like those cop cars left in a hurry a while ago and Frank still isn’t back.”

“Maybe Dad took the hint and had the cops take the little fuck to the police station for lock up,” Carl suggested, taking a quick drink from his glass of water.

“I strongly doubt that’s happening. Besides, Alex always worms his way out of punishment anyway,” Kyle replied from his easy chair.

“True, true. Besides, Alex, being so young and stuff, well, he’d be the fucking belle of the ball in jail. Can you imagine? Those locked up fags would rape his candy ass.” Carl laughed at his joke as Matt and Sara looked over at Kyle apologetically.

“Erm, yeah. Sure,” Kyle muttered.

“Look,” Matt interjected. “We can’t just sit here. I’ll go over there and see what’s up. You guys wait here.”

“No, I’m coming with you,” Sara said.

“Me too.” Kyle said, looking at Carl. Matt figured he didn’t want to stay with the homophobic prick alone. Matt didn’t really blame him.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll hold the fort,” offered Carl cluelessly.

Matt grabbed his coat, put it on and grabbed Sara’s, placing it over her shoulders. The three set out to the Hendersons as Carl remained, glued to the tv.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Ten seconds passed after Matt’s knock with no reply. Next to him, Sara began to shiver slightly and Kyle looked down shyly.

“You know. It’s kind of weird,” Kyle suddenly whispered. “I kind of always had a bit of a crush on JJ. It’s kind of weird admitting that out loud. Especially, like, to you, Matt.”

Matt laughed lightly. Thinking about it, even though he was madly in love with Sara and 100% straight, he could see it. He had graduated with JJ and remembered him being the all American jock guy with the perfect girlfriend. Matt never would have openly admitted it, but he’d always been a little jealous of JJ. “Don’t worry, buddy. I can see that. And, well, don’t worry about Carl. I know you’re stayin’ in the closet because he’s a jerk but once you feel comfortable and let him know about you and Rob, I’m positive he’ll change his tune. He’s probably more open minded than you…”

Matt was cut off as the door opened. Looking to the open door, Matt couldn’t finish his thought. His first reaction was to vomit. His second was to block Sara’s view as he heard her gasp. And his third, funnily enough, was that he hoped Kyle was happy. Because standing there, copmletely naked with a huge hard on was JJ Henderson.

“Can I help you guys?”

JJ leaned against the frame of the door, his cock bobbing with his every movement. Unable to even look into the eyes of the nude man, Matt simply looked at Kyle. Clearly, Kyle had no problem keeping eye contact. “Look, JJ. We’re looking for our dad…and I don’t want to be rude as this is your house and everything, but do you mind putting some clothes on? My girlfriend and I don’t want to see that.”

An awkward pause ensured as JJ just laughed. Finally, after what seemed like forever, “Your dad? You mean, Old Frankie boy? The fucking faggot pervert? Alex got sick of him perving out over his hot cock and took him to the police station for indecent disgustingness.”

Shocked at what he was hearing, Matt finally got his stomach under control and turned instantly to JJ. He couldn’t recall a time the perfectly Christian JJ Henderson had even cussed, let alone called anyone a faggot. Wasn’t his younger brother gay too? Weren’t they friends? Matt wouldn’t say he was an expert on the daily lives of the Hendersons, but this was definitely not the kind of talk he’d come to expect from this perfect little family.

“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but my father is not a homosexual and he certainly isn’t a pervert. Seriously. What’s going on?”

Matt and JJ stared at each other for a few seconds as Kyle kept peaking glances down at the huge cock bobbing enticingly.

“Don’t believe me, bro? Come on in. You can call the station yourself.” Stepping back into the threshold of the house, JJ held his hand out, inviting the three of them in. Hesitantly, Matt made the first move and stepped inside. Sara, respectfully looking away from the nude host, walked slowly passed. Lastly, Kyle sneaked in, attempted not to lewdly gaze at the fantasy before him. JJ however, took notice of the glances and smirked. Clearly we’ve got a true faggot here, JJ thought to himself. No harm in teasing the little queer.

Walking into the living room, Matt saw the phone on the other side of the room and went towards it. Sara sat down on the couch, despite seeing what looking like a couple wet stains, and Kyle sat next to him. JJ followed closely behind Kyle and picked up his foot, placed it next to Kyle on the couch, and enticingly allowed his cock to dangle near Kyle’s face as if it were the most normal position to be in. Kyle, for his sake, glanced at the cock a couple times, unsure what to do. His face was almost completely crimson at this point, so he looked down as JJ made small talk with Sara. Sara was unbelievably uncomfortable with the entire scene but tried to speak politely despite JJ frequently cursing and making lewd sexual innuendos constantly, his dick wagging in front of Kyle’s hungry eyes.

Matt dialed the number to the station. Unfortunately, with his family, he’d learned it by heart long ago. Listening slightly to the nude man talk to his girlfriend, he turned to them on the couch. His heart sank as he saw the position JJ had placed himself in. If Matt didn’t know any better, he thought JJ was intentionally bobbing his dick in front of his gay brother. But JJ had dated that Vicki chick from their grade since as long as he could remember. This night just couldn’t get any weirder.

But then, as he listened to his nude former classmate make another joke about fucking his own dad (at least he hoped it was a joke), Matt saw the nude man standing behind them all. He hadn’t even noticed him when they walked in. In the corner between the couch where JJ was shoving his huge dick so bizarrely in his brothers face and the wall connecting the entryway to the living room, was a man just standing there with cloths hanging off of his nude body. Matt almost shouted from the sudden shock of seeing another presence in the room, but just then, an answer came through on the phone.

“Umm…yes…uhhhh…mmmmmmmmmmm…desk of, fuck, I don’t know. How may I, oh fuck yeah…direct your call? No, John, suck the balls now.”

Matt was dumbfounded. There were sounds of moaning coming through the line; not just from the person speaking to him, but from what sounded like several other people. It filled his ear as he stared at the nude man with socks dangling from his gigantic cock. Matt’s eyes darted from JJ’s cock edging ever closer to Kyle’s face, the nude man standing motionless, and back to Sara, who looked increasingly uncomfortable as the sounds through the phone began making him dizzy.

What the flying fuck was going on, Matt thought quickly as sudden movement form the doorway caught his ever increasingly frantic gaze. JJ’s dad walked in, just as nude as his son, smiled the most goofy smile he’d ever seen at Matt, and said, “Oh fucking fantastic! More cock to suck!”

Matt fainted.

Bill Bottom-Top, formerly Botsman-Thompson, couldn’t believe his luck. He and his husband had been chosen by this perfect specimen of a human being to be pulled aside for some special fun. This Alex kid was truly the most amazing person he’d ever seen and unbelievably sexy. Bill proudly displayed the cum stains he’d already sprayed on his uniform as he and his lover, Shane, stood shoulder to shoulder on display before Alex. Starring longingly at Alex while they stroked their achingly hard cocks, Bill and Shane listened to the sounds of the countless other cops and detectives stroking, sucking, and fucking behind them.

Alex had already commanded a few of his other fellow faggot cops to go out and suck each other off while they answered phones and a few other to stand guard at the doors as they fucked each other in case someone came in. Bill thought it was so smart of this perfect man to ensure anyone that came from outside was brought directly to him by some of the biggest and strongest fag cops they had available. Naturally, Alex had to convince any of the other cops coming on shift or returning from patrol that the stupid ‘keeper of the peace and protector of the law’ ideas of being a cop were pushed out of their minds. All the cops here in town had to understand that all that mattered was helping Alex making all the men of the town disgusting and perverted faggots and covering their stupid looking uniforms in their own cum. That’s what cops are for.

But now, he was alone with this god of a human being in the chiefs office. Currently, Alex was talking over the phone using the weird little thing he had. He was alluringly leaning back in the chiefs chair, dick hanging out so both he and Shane could see it, feet up on the table. Bill wasn’t much into feet, per se, but he would have licked every single square inch of this man’s huge and hunky feet, despite seeing bits of dirt, dust, and cum on both. Apparently, Alex was on the phone telling some woman to forget about someone named Bradley, but based on the screaming he was hearing on the other end from across the office, the woman wasn’t convinced to do so. How could that stupid woman not listen to Alex? Just hearing Alex tell the woman to forget Bradley left Bill forgetting who it was he was talking to her about. Alex slammed the phone back down.

“Fucking worthless thing. Won’t even work over the damn phone. Fuck. That stupid fucking faggot. I’ll kick his dumb ass when I get back home.” He looked up at the two men before him, covered in their own cum, hard dicks extended outwards and starring at him in awe. He smirked, forgetting about his failure.

Bill smiled with so much need as Alex looked into his eyes. Bill couldn’t believe how quickly his life had changed in just a few short minutes of listening to this unbelievably sexy, charming, and wonderful young man. Though Bill knew he still loved the man standing next to him, Bill knew even more, without even a shadow of a doubt, that Shane was absolutely nothing compared to Alex. Literally nothing.

He remembered how, when Shane had first started as a detective thirteen years ago, he’d caught his eye. Shane had looked so nervous in his light pink button up shirt and black suspenders: so nervous yet so cute. Bill wasn’t entirely sure if Shane was gay at all, but, through the grapevine, he found out he was. So Bill had approached him with all the confidence his many years on the force had given him and asked him out. The rest, as they say, had been history.

It was quite literally love and first sight. Despite Bill being ten years older than the young detective, they had been smitten with each other from the get-go. The first date of dinner and movie seemed so cliché, and yet, it was the most magical evening of both of their lives. They not only clicked, they seemed to fit together like two long lost puzzle pieces finally finding one another. Despite only dating little more than two months, the engagement happened, then the wedding, and now years of wedded bless and commitment. Bill could honestly say that both he and Shane didn’t have any desire for any other man. They were one another’s everything.

That is, until Alex started talking to them. Now, honestly, Alex could take the gun from Bills holster, shoot Shane in the head, and Bill would not only thank him for including him in the murder, but beg the boy to let him suck him off. The level of devotion he had to this young man after only minutes was electrical and effortless. As if the words had merely been injected into his mind and took over. And Bill wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bill smiled dumbly up at Alex as the boy looked down on both him and Shane with disdain. Bill had noticed he had been talking into a weird little machine the whole time before, but really didn’t think much of it. Granted, all Bill really thought about now was being a faggot for Alex. But Bill did take note as he brought the machine back up to his mouth.

“You two will return to normal. You’re both the exact person you were before I came here tonight and changed you except you can’t move at all. And you won’t say a fucking word unless I ask you a question.”

A few seconds passed and then suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Bill felt like the world suddenly cracked open around him. What happened? What was happening? What had he been doing? Worst of all, what had he just been thinking.

Bill knew that Shane was next to him, that they had both been changed into crazy versions of gay men who craved this nude punk in front of him. Bill could hardly keep it together as the memories of the last hour or so flooded back into his brain. He recalled needing to cum on himself to prove to this kid that he was the most loyal to him. He recalled desiring this utter stranger more than he even desired his amazing husband! Bill would have grabbed Shane’s hand, ran out of the room, and never came back to the station out of utter embarrassment if he didn’t feel absolutely frozen to the spot. Starring forward, he sensed a similar heat of utter revulsion emanating off of his love next to him. Both of them stood there, looking at the kid he knew to be named Alex, penises hanging out of their pants which were quickly shriveling from disgust, and trying not to get sick at the smell of cum reeking off of them.

The boy pulled the weird machine away from his mouth. “Hello, Bill and Shane Bottom-Top! I know you don’t respond to that name right now, but, well, that is your name and you’ll love it. How are you feeling?”

“What in God’s name did you do to us?” Bill interjected before Shane could even come up with a response.

“Oh, my new friend! I improved you! I made you into who I know you all truly want to be! Cum-soaked fags desiring nothing more than me! Come on, you have to admit you were happy like that. Overjoyed, in fact.”

“Fuck you. You somehow made us think we were happy. That wasn’t real happiness,” Bill responded as he heard a slight sniffle from Shane next to him. Clearly this psychopath had done something to them. He had no clue what. “You know damn well we didn’t ask to behave that way. Or this way for that matter. How the fuck are you doing this?”

“Oh, Bill, Bill, Bill,” Alex stifled a laugh as he stood up, ensured he grabbed the gizmo he’d been holding the entire time he’d been at the station, and walked toward his obedient pair. “What you truly wanted didn’t matter. What I wanted did. The frame of mind you were in would have totally agreed. You’re just lucky I’m not much for the physical torture or I’d make you eat your words. I’m far more keen on making those of you that are lower than me see that you are, indeed, lower than me. And making sure you’re emotionally mind fucked by my superior words. I get off on it, you see. Knowing that you’re fragile little minds are mine to shape. Mine to mold. Mine to manipulate. I love seeing Christian fathers fuck their once pious son. I love seeing holier than thou jock-boys become nothing more than asshole fags. And now, due to this amazing coincidence, I love seeing former lovers learn to hate each other. All because I put a couple words together and they couldn’t help but listen. How does that make you feel?”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. I don’t believe you. No fucking way. Fuck you, you little fuck!” Shane finally broke his silence and let lose. Shane was practically shaking despite knowing he wasn’t supposed to move a muscle. Bill was his everything. These words this man were saying were scaring him to no end. He’d just been hanging on every one of his words out in the main area. He’d pulled his cock out, came all over himself a couple times even. Clearly, this kid had some ability that he couldn’t comprehend. It didn’t take a detective, which he was, to know it was coming from that machine he had. If only he could get it. As much as it felt like a stretch to believe this was all possible, clearly this young man had the power to make what he was saying come to fruition.

“You can use that thing on me, but it won’t be real. You can’t make it real. I’ll love Bill and he’ll love me. Fuck you.”

“I love you, Shane.”

“I love you, too. I know.”

“Aww. Now isn’t that cute? Tell me, Shane. How much do you love Bill?”

“More than anything.”

“And Bill, how much do you love Shane?”

“Same. He’s my life. Loved him from the moment I saw him for the first time.”

“What a delightfully normal pair of queers. How boring. Terribly, terribly boring. I’m going to spruce it up a bit. And I think you both know I can. Easily. How does that make you feel, Bill?” Alex asked as he began groping himself, clearly turning himself on.

“Like we said, I know Shane and I are aware you’re able to control us with that little machine there. But that doesn’t mean it’s real. It’s fake. It’s your ego, your clear sociopathic tendencies forcing us to perform for you. So, no, I’m not scared. Whatever you have me do will be a façade. I love Shane. He loves me. Always. End of story.”

Alex was taken slightly aback. He liked his victims to lash out, to squirm. This wasn’t quite a fun. Still fun, but not nearly as much. “And you, Shane? How does it make you feel?”

“It’s not real. We love each other. Fuck you.”

There it was. That ‘fuck you’ made Alex feel his dick firm slightly. That was enough to get him excited to mind-fuck these two fags. Their full response, however, made him want to rephrase his conditioning. These hopeless romantic fucks wouldn’t doubt it was real when he was done with them.

Pulling the machine back up to his mouth, Alex saw the glare from both of his playthings. This will be fun, Alex thought.

“Bill: you know without a shadow of a doubt that everything I say to you right now is real. You don’t remember that I’ve controlled you at all. You just know that I walked in here today and in exact moment you saw me, all the feelings you had for Shane was changed to me. Every ounce of love you had for him is now on me. You love me, Bill. You love me exactly how you loved Shane. But now, that love you had for Shane is replaced with indifference. It’s not even that you dislike him or anything. You just have no opinion or feelings for him now because they are all for me. You love me. You never want to be without me. You will treat me how you treated Shane. With all the love and acceptance you had for him. With one change, you love that I’m controlling all the men around me and want me to pursue my dream of making every man a disgusting perverted faggot. You see nothing wrong with me doing that. In fact, you support it because you know it’s my dream and you support my dream. You don’t even see turning other men into these perverts as wrong. You just love watching me do it and love giving me suggestions to make them even more perverted. I do remember loving Shane, but your indifference towards him means you don’t care what happens to him.”

“And Shane,” Alex continued, “You will stand there without moving, silently as Bill decides just how big of a fag you’ll end up being. Feel free to cry though. I know it’s gotta hurt,” Alex stated heartlessly.

A couple seconds later, the commands began to take shape in both men. Shane, instantly realizing that the love of his life, Bill, was about to turn to turn him into some kind of perverted gay man somehow began to instantly cry. The helplessness of the situation was truly sinking in as he felt his wonderful husband instantly pull away from him as if disgusted by the mere contact of their arms and watched as Bill confidently walked over to Alex. Without hesitation, Bill pulled Alex into a passionate kiss. Alex was, quite honestly, swept off his feet slightly for the first time in his life due to the passion with which Bill invaded his mouth and held him close. Pulling away as Bill looked at him as though he was his reason for living, Alex, for the first time, actually knew what it must be like to have someone love him.

“Wow, Bill. That was amazing…but I gotta know. What are you thinking now?” Alex asked as he continued to stare into the eyes that were looking into him with such care and love.

“Alex, I feel blessed to have met you today. You’re truly such a fantastic man. I’m lucky to have had you walk in today. Thank you for allowing me into your life.” Bill’s arms remained tightly around Alex. Alex was taken aback at how safe the big, strong, mature man made him feel. Even more shocking, Alex was taken aback at how this man was making him feel anything at all.

Slightly shocked at the response, Alex took a breather for a moment. He was used to having someone dote on him and think he was amazing because he told them to think he was amazing. He never expected for the feelings he had shifted from Shane to him would be so real and intense. He wanted to just let the mature man hold him a bit more as he sank into his chest, feeling the dried and wet cum on his uniform but not caring. But he had some more fun to do. Despite loving these feelings he’d never experienced before, his dick demanded a new perverted fag. Bill felt the surge in the cock shoved so knowingly into his thigh.

“Thinking about making Shane a perverted homo, babe?” Bill asked with a slight smile.

His heart, for the first time ever, did a backflip at the cute smile. “How did you know, Bill?”

Enthusiastically grabbing the erection between them, Bill responded and laughed, “Just a lucky guess. What you thinking with this one?”

Bill looked over at Shane. To Shane, it was by far the worst feeling he’d felt in years and years. The love of his life, the man that had treated him like he was the most special human being on Earth, was practically starring through him. Bill had always called him babe. That was his pet name for him. Hearing Bill call this madman the same thing was beyond horrifying. Tears began to flow as he thought about the fact that the look Bill gave him held none of the glint and magic Shane had become so used to in their years of marriage. It was as if Shane were nothing more than an ant crawling before Bill and Bill, without hesitation, quickly looked back to Alex; giving him the look Shane craved.

He still truly loves me, Shane thought to himself. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. Shane kept repeating to himself.

“I don’t know, lover. What do you think we should make your former husband into? I’m leaving this one up to you,” Alex asked.

“Oh, babe. I have no idea. From what I’ve seen out there with all those cops, you’re the mastermind,” Bill said as he kissed the young man on the forehead.

“I insist, Bill. I want to see what is deep inside your mind. What you consider perversion. It’s a way we can really get to know one another, I suppose, even though you clearly love me already.”

“Who couldn’t love you with their whole heart. You’re beautiful, wonderful, and amazing. But sure, I’ll try my hand. You mind if I tuck my dick away? Feel a little exposed and I’d prefer my privates to be only for you.”

Alex was again surprised by the way Bill was treating him. He honestly was, without a doubt, treating him like they were husbands, in love, and married. All the feelings Bill was expressing were so foreign to him. Not sure what else to say or if he even wanted Bill to be one of his mindless faggots at this point, Alex just said sure. He wasn’t going to rule out making sure Bill became just as sexually adventurous as the other fags he would make, but for now, he was enjoying the new feelings Bill had caused to erupt within him.

Tucking his dick into his pants and zipping and buttoning back up, Bill approached Shane. He wanted to impress his love, of course, but he’d never had the opportunity to really make someone else into a pervert. He had memories of Alex doing it to him and all the cops, sure, but that was really it. Only really one way to really see if Alex would be impressed was to just suggest some of his deeper perversions that he never really had the opportunity to play out because before, he had kind of viewed those as things you got out through porn, not through actually making men do it.

“Ok, try this out, Alex. Let me know if you think it’s too far or not too far,” Bill put his fingers to his chin as he starred at the crying man. Shane, for his part, was practically sobbing looking back, heart aching at the unbelievably unconcerned way in which he was viewing him. Awaiting the perverted personality Bill would think up for him, Shane just trembled and cried as the man he loved thought out his torment. “He should be absolutely addicted to cum. He should want to practically bathe in it. He should crave eating any drop he sees, no matter who it comes from and no matter how he can get it. On top of that, his favorite way of getting said cum should be to eat it out of an ass in which someone has cum. He should desire that mix of cum and shit so much that nothing else matters. He should be a perverted cum whore who gets his sustenance from cum alone. Food shouldn’t matter to him at all. Just semen. Make him take a multivitamin every day, but the rest of his nutrition should only cum from cum. Of course, his own cum would work, but really, to be a truly perverted little faggot, you should make sure he desires other people’s cum more than anything.”

Alex wasn’t necessarily blown away with the suggestion. What did make him hard and excited was the completely blasé way in which Bill was condemning his former love of his life to an existence of cum sustenance. Bill clearly had a deep perversion for cum that he wanted placed on Shane the faggot, but this was too hot for Alex. He had no doubt the love between Bill and Shane had been absolutely real, based on how Bill now treated and clearly loved him. But Bill suggesting this form of faggotry for his former lover was just too hot. Before Bill even finished the last few sentences, Alex had already cum all over the chief’s desk.

Bill for his part, hadn’t even noticed Alex had cum. He just turned, smiled, and laughed. “I guess you think I did pretty well then, huh?” Bill walked over to the love of his life, kissed him deeply and passionately again, loving how Alex’s stubble rubbed against his own. This time, however, Alex kissed him back just as passionately. “I loved it, lover,” Alex replied with a gasp.

“Here,” Alex pulled another of the special earplugs from the machine in his hands. “Put these in your ear. That way, you won’t be infected by this re-educator machine here. I’ll tell you all about it when we’re done faggotizing your former babe.”

“Sounds amazing, babe,” Bill placed them in his ears immediately, placed his arm around his new found love, and listened closely as Alex began making Shane into an absolutely needy cum-fiend.

Shane was horrified as he saw the machine move up. He knew, deep down, that in the real world, Bill still loved him and that those words he’d suggested to Alex weren’t his. But hearing the man who’d held him, comforted him, and most importantly, loved him for thirteen years tell Alex to literally make him survive on cum was beyond description. Alex’s mouth began to move and Shane’s consciousness began to slip away as the words delved deep into his brain. With his last control, Shane thought ‘I love you, Bill. That is what is real.’

As he finished, Alex put down the machine, began to make out with Bill again, both of them completely ignoring Shane as he sniffed out the cum Alex had sprayed on the desk and hungrily lapped it up. Shane also began ignoring Bill and Alex, knowing he needed the sweet nectar to survive, but he glanced up as he finished the last few spots he could smell or see. Most heartbreaking of all to Shane was, in that moment, despite barely being able to think of anything beyond where he’d get his next dose of sweet man juice, Alex did nothing to change the love he had for Bill. As his nose began to pick up the all too familiar and overpowering smell of cum coming from the numerous cops outside the office, Shane shed one final tear as he watched Bill delicately lift Alex onto the desk and begin unbuttoning his own pants. Shane sped out of the room to find the cum he needed to survive and to get the image of Bill having sex with another man out of his line of sight as soon as possible.

Not even noticing Shane had left, Bill pulled off of Alex’s mouth slightly. “Do you mind if we go a little further. I’d love to make love to the man I love right here, right now.”

“Of course, Bill. But first, tell me. Where you the Thompson or the Botsman?”

“Thompson.”

“Ok…” Alex sighed passionately as he felt the head of Bill’s rock hard cock rub against the opening of his virgin asshole. If he was going to bottom for anyone, at least it was the man who loved him: Bill Top.

DING DONG

Rick awoke with a start.

DING DONG

Rick was shocked to alertness as he woke up next to his machine he’d been working on until the wee hours of the morning. The sound of the doorbell had shocked him awake. What was he doing here? Who was that? He remembered dreaming about a red haired boy sucking him off, but the memory slowly began to drift away as the doorbell sounded again.

DING DONG

Quickly wiping the drool from his face and running up the stairs from his basement laboratory, Rick rushed to the door just as he heard one final:

DING DONG

“Oh, Professor. I saw your car in the drive but thought maybe you’d gone out for the morning. I’ve been ringing your doorbell for, like, five minutes or so,” Eric stated with a laugh and a smile.

“Sorry, my boy. I, uh, fell asleep late last night. Was, um, watching an interesting show. Come on in and make yourself at home.”

“Sure, professor,” Eric stated as he walked in. “I have to admit, it’s a bit bizarre to be at your house during Christmas break. Or at all. I’m a little nervous, actually. It’s weird. And I tend to ramble when I’m nervous. I’m sorry. I’ll try to shut up now. Just tell me to stop talking and I’ll try.”

Eric walked ahead of Rick slightly down the entryway hall towards the kitchen, so Rick got a good look at his sexy student’s tight looking butt. A butt he’d checked out many times before. Rick was pretty sure that none of his students had any idea that he was gay, let alone that he had fantasized about being with a few of them. Rick was so groggy from the small amount of sleep he’d gotten and so enraptured by the boys behind that he couldn’t even focus on what Eric was saying. He was slightly aware that he was talking, but Rick couldn’t pick out any individual words until Eric suddenly stopped walking. Startled that Eric had suddenly haulted, Rick’s eyes quickly traveled back up to the gingers confused face. Eric was staring at him as if waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry, what?” Rick shook his head to clear the cobwebs.

“I was just saying that I was nervous and then that I don’t know your house you should probably be in front of me and show me where to go and that I was wondering what you were watching on tv when you couldn’t sleep last night.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Rick yawned as he scratched his head. “Um, don’t worry about being nervous, step into the kitchen right in front of you there and grab a seat, and, um, well, what I was watching on tv was, um, about…fungus.”

“Fungus? That sound boring. What was so fascinating about it, professor. Can I have coffee?”

Smirking slightly at the clearly nervous young man, Rick thought briefly. Why the hell had he said fungus? Oh well, he could run with it. “It was about a fungus that infects ants of the genus Ophiocordyceps. It controls the ants’ brain and makes it do what it wants. Rather like mind control.” Rick improved as he prepared some coffee.

“That’s scary. Really scary considering what might be happening to Jake. Again, I know I shouldn’t have let him, but he was really sad and he cried and he wanted to use it on a bully and his brother was going to be his guinea pig and I’m worried that he…”

“Shhhh. Just shhh,” Rick interrupted. “I’ll help you figure it out. Don’t worry. But first, coffee. You keep an eye on it, I’m going to run downstairs to fetch my, uh, creamer.”

“Creamer in the basement?”

“Yeah. In the basement.”

“Um, ok, professor.”

Leaving the nervous young man to the kitchen table, Rick walked behind him, opened the door slightly by his cabinet that led to his basement, and walked down the creaky stairs. His table at the far corner of the basement was still illuminated by the lights hanging over his experiment table and his new machine based off his students’ blueprint lay there. The attachment Rick had placed on was rather complex and he was sure it work to amplify the sound to ensure the listener would respond accordingly. He wanted to experiment a little with his red headed student upstairs, but he was sure that there was no way that even his star students would have made something as powerful.

Wiping the small puddle of spiddle that was still resting on his desk away, he grabbed his version of the re-educator, placed the earplugs in his ears, and headed upstairs.

Eric wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to come to his professors’ house. It was so bizarre to be at his place. Professor Simons was always a little standoffish and even slightly weird to most people. But Jake and he had always gotten along just fine with socially withdrawn man. Despite that, being in his home was giving him a slight feeling of unease. Teachers and students just usually don’t hang out outside of the classroom.

Granted, in this case, he really knew there was no one else to turn to. Professor Simons was the only other person that knew about their invention and the potential misuse of said invention. Hearing how bizarrely Jake had behaved over the phone, Eric didn’t hesitate to call his professor. He had to know what to do next and Eric really had no idea if he should travel the long distance just three days before Christmas or if Professor Simons had a better idea.

Before he could really register it, however, a sound hit his ear drums and his mind seemed to fade away. Just as suddenly, though, he regained his focus and found that the professor was sitting across the table from him. For a quick moment, he wasn’t sure how the professor got there so quickly without him realizing, but that thought evaporated from his head as soon as it had registered.

Eric also found it rather odd that suddenly, he felt unbelievably calm being at his professors’ house and, even more, found that he kind of loved it here. It felt like home to him now that he’d thought on it. And Professor Simons was such a fantastic man that there was no doubt he’d want to spend a lot of his free time there during the break. But thoughts of Jake reinvaded his thoughts and Eric stood both out of slight nervousness and realizing that he felt a little uncomfortable.

“You ok, Eric?”

“Yeah, just worried about Jake,” Eric stated as he stood up, took off his shirt, pants, underwear, and socks, and began to stroke his cock to full erection. “I’m just not sure what we’re going to do about it. I mean, I feel a lot more calm now that I’m here at your place with you. But what do you think we should do? Do you think his re-educator got into the wrong hands?” Eric stared with deep conviction at his professor as his now fully erect cock stood straight out. He placed his hard cock just to the left of the professors hand on the kitchen table and casually stood there as the professor began to pet the top of his shaft and head.

“I’m not sure, Eric. I’d say that Jake is pretty responsible most of the time. But from what you said, he could very well have misused it or allowed someone else to misuse it and that’s alarming. What was it that Jake said over the phone to you again?” Rick smiled heartily as the bulge in his pants expanded. Continuing to pet the giant ginger cock placed next to him, he merely looked up at Eric as though this were the most normal thing in the world.

Nonchalantly, “He seemed relatively normal, I suppose. But acted like he’d never even heard of the re-educator. Professor, we spent years on it. There’s literally zero possibility that he’d just forget about it. And then…,”

“Cum for me,” Rick interrupted suddenly.

Precisely when he heard it, Eric’s cock began to spray semen across the table as Rick continued to pet it. Ignoring that Rick had interrupted him and that his cock was currently spraying a huge load of semen, Eric continued as if Rick hadn’t even said a word.

“…he ended the conversation by saying something along the lines of licking his brothers armpits and I heard his older brother tell him to get off the phone and called him a filthy, um, a, uh…the gay ‘q’ word, sir.”

Rick was listening attentively at the young man report what was happening with Jake, but was far too distracted by the cock spewing spunk after spunk. Even better, Eric wasn’t even acknowledging that he was cumming. Rick couldn’t handle the excitement. He began to grope himself as he continued.

“Well, um, Eric. This is alarming. We need to, uh, try to call Jake…”

“What in the hell are you doing, professor?!”

“What do you mean?”

Eric stood with his eyes aghast down at his professor. Cum still leaking from his cock and Rick still petting it adoringly, Eric responded quickly, “You’re groping yourself, sir. That’s kind of creepy with me standing right here.” Despite finding what his professor was doing to be unbelievably bizarre, rude, and insane, Eric made absolutely no move to get away from him. After all, when at his professors house, he knew he had to be nude and present his cock to him. He wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.

Laughing slightly to himself, Rick grabbed the machine from the table, now stained with a few drops of cum, and placed it over his mouth. He knew that Eric wouldn’t even notice. Rick knew to make sure it was implanted in his mind to ignore his invention.

A few seconds later and Eric suddenly regretted what he said, “Sorry, professor, it’s your house. I didn’t mean to be so rude.”

“It’s ok, my boy,” Rick responded as he moved his legs out from under the table. Kneeling before him, Eric pulled down the fabric of the professors sweatpants and underwear and grabbed the average sized cock and began to suck on it. After being so rude, he knew the only way to make up to the man was to suck him off. It just made sense.

“Here’s what we’ll do, Eric,” Rick firmly stated as he saw the cute redhead look up to him with sparkling green eyes beginning to water from deep throating him, “We’ll call Jake when you get done swallowing my load and see if we hear anything strange this morning. Until then, just do your duty.”

Eric continued to suck with effort. He knew he was straight, but he’d been so rude to the poor professor. Looking back up, he saw the professor had been messing with some kind of liquid or something on his table. He was scooping some up and eating it. Not wanting to pass judgement on the man again, he just kept at it until he felt the cock surge and spew semen. Swallowing dutifully, Eric waiting until I got every last drop, stood back up, and placed his still hard dick back where it had been before. The professor smiled wide and continued to pet the pale column laid out before him.

“Thanks for sucking me off, Eric. Did you like it?”

“Eh, it wasn’t great or anything. Just trying to make it up to you for being so rude in your own house.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re a really good boy.”

Eric wasn’t entirely sure way, but hearing the man petting his hard cock in the normal way he knew he had to do while in his home call him ‘good boy’ made him feel prouder than he’d ever been before.