Justin sat naked in the stainless steel chair in Dr. Maddix's office, glassy eyed and drooling at the hypno screen in front of him. His penis throbbed at the colorful patterns swirling around and pulsing, subliminal messages like 'sex' and 'submit to master' sledgehammering his mind to the breaking point. The boy, barely 12, felt an overpowering lust take over him for the first time. The cold metal restraints increased the eroticness of the situation, and with every ounce of resistance his dick grew even harder with desire. The programming was taking hold. And every session brought the lustful little stud deeper and deeper under the mad scientists' control. Dr. Maddix stood in front of him with in a lab coat, wearing a pair of anti-mesmerism goggles to protect him from the hypnosis screen. His cold gray eyes looked on leeringly at the boy's smooth young flesh, watching with relish as Justin's developing muscles flexed from the sensual stimulation. The three-inch cocktail weenie preteen dick plumped up nicely from all the excitement, watery precum dribbling onto the tiled floor below. Every one of the boy's deep throated moans was music to the doc's ears. The unbroken soprano boy voice squealed in utter delight at the brink of orgasm, sweat matting down his unkempt blonde hair. His face was scrunched up and red from the exertion. Mindless animal sex filled his mind and wiped clean all the rest. Justin was no longer Justin but a vessel of which sexual energy itself flowed out of him uncontrollably. The boy screamed against his bindings, the inescapable metal prison that held his hands in place and his penis light years away from contact. It was the agony that drove him further into a frenzy, a hunger that overwhelmed him body and soul. A final climax that would never come…unless the master so commanded.

"Pleasssse," Justin whined, "let me come master! Let me come!!! Ughnn!"

The doctor smiled, his bare white teeth showing like the grin of a sheep-killing dog. The pleasure of dominating his young patients in their brainwashed stupors to come bucketloads was one he truly relished. All the while, unbeknownst to their oblivious parents in the waiting room, the unhinged doc was sexually violating their precious darlings in the worst way. Their worst stranger danger nightmare nightmares were coming true, and would happen time after time whenever their next scheduled routine physical arrived. The Doc's clinic targeted the poorest and most vulnerable of families to convert into willing orgiastic sex machines on cue, brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers fucking each others brains out with a mere trigger phrase. Though he performed this treatment on nearly everyone that came in, his true passion was the unripened fruit of young boys. Their tasty innocent bodies bursting with erotic potential was almost too much to take, and Dr. Maddix felt it his duty to bring that lustful potential out of each one of those sweeties who were fortunate enough to step into his office. Like Justin, they too would be begging for release, to unburden that churning in their balls, to explode in dry or wet cums. And to feel the joy and bliss that reduces them to dumb grinning idiots in the orgasmic afterglow. And all they could think about was what Dr. Maddix and the hypno screen would tell him to think. Endless commands to stroke their dicks, finger their assholes, and swap spit with their siblings and parents. And sitting gaping mouthed, staring up at that devilish hypno-screen, they had no choice but to obey everything they were told. Like all good children should.

"Oh, silly boy," Dr. Maddix said, "of course you can come…but only when I say so."

Justin groaned in frustration, his dick red rock hard and drooling. His delicious young frame was coated in a nice sheen of sweat, cool rivulets of salty perspiration sliding down the crack of his ass as those bubbly cheeks grinded against the metal seat. His puffy nips hardened into little fleshy thumb tacs, aching to be tweaked and fondled by the doctor's perverted touch. His toned athletic stomach expanded and contracted with each shallow breath, sweat pooling in his belly button and dripping down his bare hairless crotch. The boy was beauty personified, forbidden fruit in the first flowering of boyhood, the kind of which gave even the most red-blooded straight-shooting male a strange twitch of desire. Baby blue eyes bulging at the electric dance on the screen in front of him, his lush red lips open and gasping for breaths. Every nerve and muscle in the boy's body in breathless anticipation for his master's voice. And that simple trigger phrase that will finally set him free.

"Awake from the serpentine rapture, and come for your master."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!," Justin screamed.

Thick ropes of hot white jism shot out of his dickhead in between strangled cries of pleasure. Every muscle clenched in unison with each powerful cum, his passion erupting all over the tiled floor in front of him. The sight of the boy's bound body wrapped in metal, helplessly rocking with orgasm after orgasm was almost too much for the doctor to bear. Maddix's mouthful of a cock strained in his boxer shorts, making a noticeable bulge in his sleek silk black trousers. It took all the willpower he had not to explode that instant. But he was a man of restraint. And his own release was coming momentarily. First, he had a physical to finish. And the boy had to be brought back to reality, and the mundane doctor visit that would replace the hazy daydream of being strapped to the hypno chair.

"Justin," the doctor said, "go into malebot mode."

Justin slackened in his chair and all emotion drained from his boyish face.

"Going into malebot mode," the boy said blankly.

Dr. Maddix pressed the bright orange 'release' button on the metal restraining chair, the silvery rings loosening and retracting from Justin's extremities. Still in his 'malebot' trance, the boy sat placidly like a propped-up rag doll. He was dead to the world, lost in an inky void of nothingness, with no senses or thoughts other than those the doctor's explicit orders. 

"Malebot, stand up at attention and face me."

Justin lurched up in one fluid motion and stood proudly, chest and stiff dick outwards with his hands clasped behind his back. Dr. Maddix folded the chair back to its flat medical table position and put on a new crinkly white paper covering. A quick spray of of disintegration fluid erased all traces of the of congealed boy spunk, and in no time at all everything was back to a state of utter normality. Dr. Maddix fondled and squeezed Justin's ample buttcheeks with relish, the adolescent malebot showing no visible reaction at all to the molestation. Maddix felt true power from his victim's ignorance of his perverted touches, like touching a limp lifeless doll from head to toe. In Justin's 'malebot' state even his sensitive boy cock hung stayed soft, no matter how much the doctor's grab hands yanked and stretched it. Only a slightest body tremor occurred when Maddix thrust three rubber-gloved fingers deep into the boy's impossibly tight asshole. In a final obscene display of perversity, Dr. Maddix drug his warm wet tongue over Justin's chest, hard nips, and neck. Marking his territory, for he owned this boy in every way you could. A plaything among other playthings at his disposal, to be sure. But every boy was a treasure to savor, and Justin was one of the sweetest and tastiest. 

"Malebot, service you master at once!"

With no hesitation, Justin dropped to his knees and groped for the zipper on the doctor's pants. His mouth opened to a wide uppercase 'O' shape and his tongue wagged robotically at the mouth-watering treat he was about to receive. Maddix's foot-long man meat dropped out of his boxer briefs, and was instantly swallowed up by Justin's awaiting mouth. Dr. Maddix groaned at the hot moist sensation of Justin's tongue wrapped around his cock, eyes shut tight. And like the helpless slave at his feet, he too felt his wits leave him as the cocksucking malebot deep-throated him to completion.

"Yeah, take that dick in deep my silly little boy, lick it like a melty ice cream cone, suck it like a sweet sweet lolly, taste the delectable candy rainbow of my man jizz! It's all for you my silly silly boy! Clamp your lips tight around my veiny red firehose and gulp down all the mansause you want you hungry little face-fucked fairyboy!!! Suck it all down! Suck daddy dry!!!"

"yessssrrnngg," Justin said around the thrusting dick in his mouth. Thick warm jizzz filled his ravenous mouth to the brim, and it took the dedication of a emotionless fuck machine to swallow all that copious cum down his throat without choking on it. In one deep manly moan, the doctor shoved the boy to the ground off his cock and spurt his last final cum all over Justin's dour-looking face, enjoying the depraved sight of his seed sticking to the youngster face like cake frosting, oblivious to how sexy he looked with his masters load all over it. And with his freshly-scrubbed face all shiny and new, the boy would have no choice to accept the fact that he was just enduring a routine and slightly uncomfortable sport physical. No reason to question it.

"Malebot, grab your underwear off the floor and put it on. And then sit up on the examination table please."

Justin complied, nonchalantly slipping his briefs back on and sitting up with his hands resting on his knees.

"Malebot deactivate and go into Justin mode."

And a moment later, Justin snapped out of his trance with an eye blink and a huge loud yawn. Dr. Maddix had a cold stethoscope against his chest and was telling him to breathe in and out…in and out. He must've spaced out for a bit, because the last thing he could remember was something about smothering…and a big tv…and a big red firehose? Weird. Justin shrugged it off as quickly as those scattered thoughts came to him, letting the doctor go on with the check-up and be done with it quicker. Although he was sure Dr. Maddix was on the level, it still made him a bit uncomfortable feeling so exposed to an adult like that. I mean, sure, recently his family all spontaneously agreed to be nudists around the house and learn to overcome their body shame. But this was different. Then again, Justin reminded himself what his dad told him during their communal showers: every guy has the same equipment, a set of cock and balls for pissing and fucking with. Dr. Maddix's probably seen more dicks, clits, and buttholes than anyone, but it's just simply his job. 

Dr. Maddix shone a light in front of Justin's eyes and checked his pupil dilation. Checked his ears, told him to say 'ahhhhhh' with a wooden stick in his mouth, and tapped his knees to check his reflexes. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

"Well, my boy, I think we can rule out the Spainish Flu, Bubonic Plague, cooties… You passed ze test wit flying colors, and right when I was doing to break out ze leeches!" Dr. Maddix said in a corny put-on German accent. 

Justin chuckled nervously at the huge slab of manliness in a lab-coat in front of him. The boy thought Dr. Maddix must've been a swimmer or a triathlete in his spare time, because he could've been on the cover of one of his body building mags, shirtless and in one of those tight black speedos, flexing his pecs and big trunk-like arms…

Justin's blushes at the thought. And his sleeping dick rose to attention once again, his dick tenting out his clean white briefs quite visibly. Justin broke eye contact and grazed his hand over his crotch in a vain effort to cover his adorable little stiffie.

Dr. Maddix's face broke out in a warm knowing smile, and he pushed Justin's shaky hand away from the telltale crotch bulge itself. Justin looked up sullen and embarrassed, his face red with shame at getting a hard-on from the doc's exam. Trying to will it soft again only reminded the boy how hard he really was, his heart beating with the hard drumming rhythm of his pulsing boy tool. The doctor's firm hand was suddenly on his bare arm, and Justin nearly jumped out of his skin from the contact.

"Easy there son," Dr. Maddix said reassuringly. "You're not the first hormonal adolescent that popped a boner during a physical, and I doubt you'll be the last either. All my poking and prodding couldn't have helped matters either. Hard-ons just happen sometimes, and I'd be far more concerned if a healthy young stud like you didn't sport some serious wood once in a while."

Justin blushed even furiouser, finally cracking a smile at the doctor's utterance of the phrase 'popped a boner'. For someone who looked so young and dashing, Dr. Maddix seem completely out of it when it came to teenspeak. 
And did the doctor really just call him a young 'stud'? 

"This really happens to a lot of boys my age doc? I thought I was a weirdo whenever I hard during your physicals. Like a real freak or something."

Dr. Maddix's looked at Justin intensely, his grip firm on the boys arm. 

"Look at me Justin. Seriously. You're not a freak. And don't ever consider yourself a freak on account of something perfectly natural, and for someone your age, completely uncontrollable. You're a wonderful strapping young man with tons of potential to do whatever makes your heart sing with contentment, no matter what adversity lies ahead. You have a loving family who understands and adores you, and a strong intelligence if all my testing is right. So don't let anyone get you down, or make you believe that you're something out of the ordinary sex-wise…or hell, any other way too. Your sexuality or your own to discover, no matter what direction in life it takes you. So be proud of your big honking erections, nocturnal emissions, friendly circlejerks, and everything else that comes along during your development into manhood. And if all else fails…leeches!"

Justin erupted with a full-on belly laugh this time, for once feeling real affection and caring from a man who'd intimidated him so many times in the past. Even under threat of leeches, he didn't think he could ever tell Doc Maddix about his feelings about other boys, or the iron-pumping monsters in his muscle mags that often made him feel funny in the pants. Even though his big bro and dad's dicks were on full display at home, Justin was incredibly sheltered, knowing only there vague mechanics of human intercourse from his meddling parents. He was home-schooled since junior high, and since his mother said the state-mandated sex ed course was too sex-negative, Justin was totally in the dark about most things sex-related until the big family 'talk' about it someday. Having to sleep in the same bed with his parents and siblings at night made jerking-off impossible, but Justin figured that eventually he'd get a moment alone to 'discover' himself like Dr. Maddix said. Until then…

"Doctor Maddix, I wish every adult could just tell the truth about sex stuff like you do. Maybe if it wasn't such a big mystery all the time, and my parents were honest like you are, I wouldn't feel like such a freak for wondering sometimes."

Dr. Maddix open his arms wide and embraced Justin in a big crushing bear hug. Justin craved this contact, never wanting it to end, almost to the point of tears. All the doctor could think is that 'Justin mode' was one of the sweetest personalities he programmed, accentuating all that was good-natured and innocent with the original boy with none of the willfulness or disobedience. The Cochrane family had been a complete success as far as brainwashing was concerned. The father Clayton had become a real sex hound when he had a sex toy vibrating up his ass. And better yet, his wife Gweneivere was now a domineering rug-munching militant lesbian who dispensed old fashioned corporal punishment for her disrespectful crotch spawn. Her teen daughter Mattie had become the town slut, getting wet and sloppy in service of the local high school football team, the eager methheads at the truck stop, and even a few members of the clergy. Justin's older bro Travis just plain fucked everything that moved now, partying in Justin's ass every time the family went into one of their sexual fugue states and fucked their mutual brains out. Innocent Justin would get a severe ass-whipping from his disapproving mom whenever his hand would stray to close to the vile appendage itself, and was often tied up at night 'for his own good' if he was suspected of 'self-abuse'. His mother despised the phallus most of all, and would stop at nothing to make sure that her son would be pure forever, and not one of those piggish teenagers rampaging through the suburban countryside. Why she didn't hold her other kids up to that same standard is hypocritical to be sure, but it was all part of Dr. Maddix's programming. He enjoyed the blatant contradiction of an ignorant virginal boy like Justin secretly being used as a human cum dumpster during 'family orgy mode', 'malebot mode' or any other mode Z so desired that brought out the lustful cockmonster out of him. If only he knew…

"Oh Justin, you sweet sweet darling boy," Dr. Maddix said letting his hands roam up and down Justin's bare back. The boy was open and trusting to a heart-aching degree. 

You made this. He's your little wind-up toy, and oh boy, so much more fun to play with. All these silly boys ever needed was a 'nudge' in the right direction. And when they're looking up at you with those big wide saucer eyes, with your bulging frankfurter in their mouths, sticky stuff dribbling from lips like melted ice cream, so very silly indeed…

"Now put your clothes back on stud, and tell your mother in the waiting room I'd like to speak with her privately."

"Yes sir," Justin said, feeling a little dread at the mention of his mother. Justin fumbled with the zipper to his jeans until Dr. Maddix quickly did the deed for him, making the boy feel even more helpless and babyish than usual. 

Justin eked out a quit little 'thank you' as he slipped his striped t-shirt over his head, and did just as the doctor asked.

My poor little Justin. You're mother's run roughshod over you lately, depriving you of a healthy teenage libido and being an overall buzzkill in general. A real tough nut to crack. Except for the puppeteer controller her strings. Her programming's gone a bit rogue, and I think she's in dire need of a few 'adjustments'.

"Ah, Miss Cochrane, come right in. And yes, that video really catches the eye, doesn't it? Perhaps you better sit down and get comfortable. It's about Justin, and we have so very much to discuss…"