Colonel Routledge sat behind his desk, and looked up at the young private positioned in front of him. The private, who was, called Turner, was 30, stood 6/2, and ramrod straight, and he had dashing good looks. Everything about Turner, eked Routledge, but he was good at his job.
Routledge was 47, 5/9, and was going no further up the ranks, the unfortunate thing was Turner knew this, and he didn't hide his demeanour act that showed he knew it. He referred to Routledge as "The fossil" or "Dead man awake". He had a wish to replace Routledge one day, and Routledge know it. Turner was a threat, but Routledge had yet to work out how to overcome it.
Routledge run the London office of a U.N organisation that helped security forces around the world. He knew that this was a dead end posting, but he would fight tooth, and nail to keep it. "There's an assignment, and you're just right for it," Routledge growled as he looked at the perfectly tailored Turner. Private Turner wore his uniform tight, it showed off his body, and emphasised his large manhood. "Reports have been received that Seth Tobias has re-establish a new network in our area, but we don't know what his new game is." Turner looked hard at Routledge. 'God, he want's me to go after a fucking loser, who robs banks and beats up deadbeats.' Thought Turner. He opened his mouth to speak, but Routledge got in first. "You are not my first chose, we've all ready sent Corporal Arnold in, he has been missing for two weeks now. It seems that we've underestimated Tobias's cunning.
Arnold was the closest thing Turner had too a friend, so it was because of the missing Arnold that Turner took the mission.
After a high speed journey through the north-eastern London suburbs and out into the country Turner's Jaguar X-J-S, bounds off the motorway. The car sped through several miles of woodland and farmland; suddenly the Jaguar emerged onto the edge of a vast deserted airfield, and the car stopped. All that could be seen was a number of old, and rundown Nissan huts, and the massive shape of an old and rusting Hercules Transport Plane. Clustered under its huge left wing were two black Ford Transit vans and a yellow Golf.
Turner looked at the report on the seat next too him, yes, this was the right place, the yellow Golf was Tobias's car, also this was the last place Corporal Arnold had reported in from. It was dusk, in an hour, or so it would be dark. Turner decided to wait, he picked up the report, and read though it to pass the time. There was not much in it; basically there was a few notes about reported sightings of Tobias, and a list of names. All the names on the list had, had meetings with Tobias, and after their second meeting had gone missing, or had emerge from their last meeting oddly changed. Turner turned the page, to see what was meant by oddly changed, but the next page was plank. Then something else struck Turner, all the names of the missing, or changed were men. Before he could read any more a motor cycle shot past the car, and raced towards the plane. As the cycle sped towards the plane, a ramp dropped down, the bike hurtled straight towards the ramp, and it shot up the gentle slope, and disappeared from view.
It wasn't the bike that shocked Turner, but who was riding it. It was Corporal Arnold. Turner would have known those rugged looks, and that fuzzy buzz-cut blond hair, anywhere. He got out of the car, and started to walk over to the plane. He had not taken more than a few steps, when he heard a noise. Turner spun round, a look of horror crossed his face, at what he saw.
A grotesque figure stood in the undergrowth looking at him. It wore baggy pale yellow flannels, a gaily striped blazer, and a ridiculous little boater, perched on a giant, grinning carnival head. It was both comic and sinister, it didn't speak. In its hand, it held an enormous fake gun, like clown's uses to use.
The figure aimed the funny looking gun below Private Turner's waist & it pulled the trigger. Turner was still looking at the figure with a look of horror, as a large fist-shaped object shot out of the gun barrel and hit Turner directly in his manhood.
"Ughhhhh," The Private grunted as the blow to his massif package doubled him over the bonnet of his Jaguar. "Uuuuu," Turner cried as the back of his head was hit by another fist-shaped object, the Private's head rolled and he saw stars, his hands were still grabbing his sore nuts. "Fuccc....," Private Turner gurgled confused and dazed trying to make sense of what was happening. Turner looks up and saw the figure's fist making a fast downwould thrust toward his unprotected jaw.
"Fuck," Turner gasped. "Fuccc...what...the fuc...going....onn," the private muttered as he tried to clear his head. The figure rammed another blow to Turner's jaw. "Ooooooooo," sighed Turner as the lights started to go out. The figure stepped back from Turner, and aimed the gun at Turner's butt, and pulled the trigger. This time a large dart shot out, and sunk deep into Turner's butt. Turner had barely time to feel the dart, before it took effect, he fell slumped unconscious over the bonnet, slowly he slid to the ground, Turner was still holding his bruised nut-sack.
Turner woke in a haze, he couldn't move, and cold air blowing over his naked body. "Ugh...where....am...I...what happened," he mumbled as he tried to focus, and sit up. But he could not, it was then that he sensed that someone was in the room with him, he managed to lift his head a little. Standing by Turner's feet was a man of about 5/6, and a completely bold head, he seemed to be in his late forty's. "Tobias," groaned Turner. Tobias did not say a word he just nodded his head.
Behind Tobias, Turner could see many more of the figures, like the one that had attacked him. "Ah good, I see you are back with us," purred Tobias, as he looked at Turner, he raised his hand slightly, bright light sprung into life. Once his eyes had focused in the light, Turner could see more, he was inside the old Hercules, many more of the figures stood all around the walls.
Also he could see why he found it hard to move. Turner was strapped on his back, to an examination table, both his wrists were secured to the sides of the table, two thick leather straps held his body onto the table. Both his legs were tightly bound into stirrups, as was his feet. The sets of stirrups were elevated into the air, spreading Turner's thighs wide open showing everything he had, and his wide open buttcheeks were near the edge of the table. Turner gazed through his wide-splayed legs at Tobias standing at the bottom of the table. "What have you done, why am I naked?" demanded Turner, his head had cleared a little. "You are going to become a member of my gang of hypno-cum slaves, but unlike these slaves, you are going to become an act in my travelling show," said Tobias.
Tobias walked around to stand by Turner's side, he reached forward and grabbed Turner's limp rod and begins to stroke Turner to rigidity. "Let's see if I can pull some cum out of that young body of yours," stated Tobias. Turner's dick responds immediately to Tobias's stimulation. Turner was shocked to hear a moan of pleasure leave his lips. Not long after that Private Turner erupts a geyser of cum into the air, which lands all over him. "Excellent, but it looks like there's more to cum, I think. But, I can use that in your conversion," stated Tobias. "I think its time to start."
One of the grotesque figures stepped forward, it was holding a strange looking scull cap, that was festooned with wires that hung from it. "What are you going to do?" cried Turner, as the scull cap was fitted to his head. "Did you do this sort of crap to Corporal Arnold?" Tobias looked hard at Turner, as the cap was finished being fitted. "No," come the reply, "His treatment was a lot less intents, he is now just a mindless slave, now your treatment will make you more, should we say more open to gay sex, and willing to serve me with out question." Laughed Tobias as he saw the look on Turner's face. The wires from the scull cap were plugged into a machine behind Turner.
Tobias pushed a button on the machine, and Turner's treatment began. Turner's eyes rolled up into his head and his eyelids began to flutter spasmodically as his brain was attacked, the machine attached to the cap was redirecting brain pathways, closing down memory patterns, and erasing knowledge. Turner's head felt like it was going to blow apart. The machine stepped up its attack, the spasmodically fluttering of Turner's eyelids went up to amazing speed.
The process attacking Turner's brain slowed, his eyelids stopped fluttering, and he opened his eyes, but they were blood shot, and unfocusing, slowly his eyes focused. Turner was trying hard to understand what Tobias, and the machine was doing to him. Turner did not even notice when one of the figures wheeled a trolley over to the table, and placed it beside the table. On the trolley was a large square machine. Tobias once again grabbed Turner's rod, and started to stimulate it again. Tobias picked up a large Plexiglas vacuum tube that was attached to the machine on the trolley, he slid the tube onto Turner's erect rod, and the pump was turned on, the tube slurped and chugged on Turner's cock it became harder.
"Oh noo ohhh...it's suckingggg... meee." Whimpered Turner, as the pump got to work on his rod. Suddenly the assault on his brain picked up speed again. The moans and exclamations of Turner filled the plane, as the two machine attacked his mind, and dick. Turner cried out loudly as his dick harden, and pre-cum flowed out of his piss slit. A powerful wave of lust over took turner's body and mind, as he had an orgasm, cum flowed from his cock into the tube. Once he had cum, the chaos in his head return. Turner cried out as his rod started to harden again.
Tobias stepped between Turner's spread legs, he pulled a very large dildo from the trolley, and he made sure Turner saw it. "You're...not...shoving...that...into...my...butt" panted Turner. Tobias chucked menacingly, as he pushed the unlubed dildo into Turner's ass the full length. "Fuckk...aahghh." Cried Turner, as the unlubed dildo slid into his ass all the way too its base. The dildo was attached to the same machine as the scull cap by one of the figures. "Fuck...no." howled Turner, as the dildo started to vibrate in his ass. Another wave of lust flowed over turner. He was near another orgasm. His cock was all slippery, and had swollen up and now filled the tube on it. Turner didn't even notice, another wave of lust hit him.
Tobias held up two computer disks. "I'm afraid that I can't stay to see your treatment through to it end, but both machines are computerised, Tobias hit some keys on the two machines and inserted the disks into their sides. "There, that should keep you busy for the next five hour, by which time you will be ready for your next stage. With each wave of lust and orgasm you loose a little more control over your mind, and body." Chuckled Tobias. "The machine on your dick, will let you orgasm four times in all, after which it will take you to the brink, but you will not cum." Tobias looked at the guy on the table.
"The machine attached to your head will carry on rewriting your brain till the end of its programme." Tobias said, as he left the plane. The grotesque figures just stood silently, and unmoving against the walls. Turner let out his loudest cry he had yet had, as a massif orgasm hit him.
The people carrier was parked at the side of a country road, its six passengers were sitting on a grassy bank near the carrier, and its driver was making a call on his mobile. The passengers kept giving the driver the evil eye. "Its not my fault, I just drive the bloody thing," said the driver, as he looked up from his phone, and saw the six men looking at him.
The six men were part of a Saturday rugby team, and were on their way home. All six men were of an athletic build, nicely muscled, all of the men, but one, had very short cropped hair. The other one had a short buzz cut. All six men had close-cropped beards. Some of them were wearing sunglasses; other had them pushed up onto the tops of their heads. All were wearing T-shirts, and jeans.
The guy with the buzz cut stood up, and was about to go over to the driver, when a yellow Golf, stopped beside the grass bank. "Can I be of any help?" said Tobias, as he lent out of the car window. Buzz cut guy walked over too the car.
"Not unless you can fuck'en get six of us in that pea pod, you call a car." He sneered. Tobias looked at the guy, his attitude was cocky, and that of someone of little, or no self discipline. Tobias looked at the other five men, they all were looking anyway, but at the car. "I do have a coach you all could use, MR?" replied Tobias.
After a few more minutes of talking, Tobias had found out the guy's name was Baz, and that he and his mates where on their way home from a Rugby mach. But every time Tobias tried to find out anything about the other five men, Bazz didn't reply, he just changed the subject. But after some more time, Tobias had managed to get all six men to come and see 'The Tobias Side-shows and Acts' that had started to set up in a field just down the road. Moaning, Baz led the men towards the field.
As they entered the field, the men could see wagons, caravans, and tents and side-shows stalls sitting in the middle of the field. Men with very tight fitting wife beater shirts and jeans were working among the tents, etc in the middle of the field. If you looked closely at the workmen you would notice three strange things. First, all the men didn't say a word, as they worked. Second, they were all completely bold-headed. And finally, they all had a look like 'The Lights are On, But No-one is home.' Tobias takes the six men into one of the small tents.
Once inside the tent Tobias noticed that the other five men seemed to relax, and stand up to Baz. After a few seconds of this Tobias had found out their names were Manyak, Maharis, Baccu, Rhos and Erickson. Just then there was a loud clap of thunder, and a flash of lightning, as a storm broke outside the tent. "Well, you can't leave now, not till it stops raining." Said Tobias. "What do you do in this place, anyway?" Asked Rhos, who had short-cropped blond hair.
Tobias looked at the six men. "I, or my men and me, are a travelling show, or will be starting next Friday," he replied. "In fact you six could enjoy one of the side-shows, now. As well as the main shows outside, we will be showing D.V.D.s on flat screens."
The six men looked at Tobias, waiting for him to continue, but he didn't. "Have a beer, and I will show you one of the films we will be showing." Said Tobias, all most before he had stopped talking; one of the workmen appeared with a tray on which were six open bottles of Bud Lights. They all took a bottle of beer. In no time at all the six bottles had been emptied. Without a word being said, six more bottles appeared, and were drunk. After the third lot of beer had arrived, Tobias told the men to sit down in front of a large flat screened T.V. Tobias watched the men sit, and looked at the screen.
Tobias turned on the T.V, and then started the D.V.D, the screen lit up. "I'll be back in a moment, I'll just see about that coach and your driver!" Tobias left the tent.
The D.V.D started; Space shuttle on top of plane stolen, Bond through out of another plane by guy with metal teeth. The starting credits. But gradually, as the credits came to an end, the D.V.D introduces regular spiralling patterns into the film, just as the drugs that was in the beers kicked in. The spiral become more and more repetitive, and a strange commanding voice started speaking to the men.
By now, all six men were fully in a trance induced by the spiral and the voice. "YOU WILL BE OBEDIENT, YOU WILL SERVE OUR GRATE COUSE. TOBIAS IS YOUR FRIEND. YOU WILL OBEY." Over and over this was told to the men.
The D.V.D went on to induce hard-ons on the six helplessly entranced men, they were told that these hard-ons would be the last they would have, unless Tobias said they could. Finally they were instructed to take off all their clothing. Which they all did.
All six men were now kneeling in a row, naked, in front of the screen. "AGAIN" Tobias said firmly. The men gasped as they grabbed their cocks and started manual self-abuse. Their bodies were streaked with sweat, beads of moisture shimmered on their defined chests. Tobias had had the men cum repeatedly for the last 57 minutes, every drop of which was all over the grass in front of the entranced men. The men's heavy ragged breathing, and groans filled the tent, as the men pumped their nearly dry rods.
Tobias watched as the men's cocks stiffened, their faces were contorted, as by sheer effort they produced cum out of nowhere. Large white globs of fluid formed at the openings of the men's piss slits, as the men shook their rapidly deflating, sore cocks, the fluid broke free and fell too the ground.
As the men finished cumming, six of the workmen entered the tent, each was carrying a tray on which was a strange looking plastic device. On five of the trays were large metal collars, inside of which seem to be etched a design that looked like micro-Circuitry.
Tobias watch as the workmen placed the trays on the ground next to the kneeling men, each man picked up the plastic device from the tray. "Stand and face the man behind you," ordered Tobias. All six men stand, and turn and face the man behind him.
Each man reaches forward, and each one grabbed each of Baz, Manyak, Maharis, Baccu, Rhos and Erickson's sore, deflated rods, and pulled their ball-sacs away from the men's bodies. Then each workmen fitted a clear plastic cuff behind each of the entranced men's ball-sacs, and then let go of the men's rods.
Next, the entranced men's sore rods were slid into tight fitting plastic tubes, the tubes were then joined to the plastic cuff behind the entranced men's ball-sacs. "Now, Erickson, Manyak, Maharis, Baccu and Rhos turn and face me!" ordered Tobias. The five men turned to face Tobias, the device in their rods forcing then to point down woods.
"Take him away, I have other plans for him, and their driver." Said Tobias, pointing to Baz. Tobias watched as Baz was led meekly away from the tent. "Kneel, and obey." Tobias told the five remaining men. The five men fell to their knees.
Tobias nodded his head; the workmen sealed the metal collars around the kneeling men's necks. "When you wake in 45 minutes time, you will remember nothing of what has happened here. But you will still be under my control, and when you hear the trigger word 'DICKHEAD' you're go back into trance, and obey. Do you understand." Said Tobias.
"Yes, we must be OBEDIENT, we must OBEY, we are here to SERVE." All five men cried out loudly, and in unison.
"Now, the collars you're now wearing are part of the plan, in seven weeks time a signal will be sent out over the whole country. This will activate the collar, your orders will be given straight to your brains from the collars." Stated Tobias, as he walked round the collared, kneeling men.
"Until that time you will keep the collars covered up. The devices on your cocks will stay on till the end of the plan, as from now on you won't want to have sex with your wives, or girlfriends. You will not show the devices on your cocks to any body, but you will think it's perfectly normal that you have these things on your cocks. Last thing, Baz was never with you on the people carrier, he left you after the Rugby mach, and made his own way home. And you all, last saw the driver, still in the people carrier as you all started to walk home." Tobias stopped walking around the five entranced men. "Do you understand?"
"Yes sir" the entranced men once again cried out loudly, and in unison. Tobias looked at the five men, and smiled. "Now, pick up your clothes and go out to the coach, but only put on your boxers, and the scarf you're find in the coach." Tobias watch as the men picked up his clothes, and left the tent.
Just as the last of the men had walked out of the tent, two of the grotesque figures came into the tent, between them they drag the limp body of the driver, a dart could be seen sticking into his butt. The two figures dumped the limp body into one of the chair in front of the screen. The driver moaned as he started to come around, as he raised his head, Tobias pushed the start button on the D.V.D player. As soon as the film started, Tobias pushed the skip button. The starting credits appeared on the screen, and then the spinning spiral. The dazed driver's eyes were pulled towards the spiral, soon he would be, just like Baz and his friends, entranced and obedient.
Tobias walked out of the tent, and watch as the battered coach, carrying the still entranced men drove away, and out of the field.
45 minutes later, Manyak, Maharis, Baccu, Rhos and Erickson suddenly snapped out of their daze, to find themselves laying in the bushes of a London park. All five were wearing only their boxers, and a scarf around their necks. Their clothes were in a pile not far from were the men lay. None of them had any conscious menory after they left the people carrier to start home, or how they got to be nearly naked in a London park.
The driver was now standing, completely entranced, and totally naked in front of Tobias. Standing next too the driver, was the entranced Baz. The driver's name was Rex, like Tobias he was in his forty's, and bold. Both men were now wearing a collar, but they were not made of metal, these collars were made of thick brown leather, with a line of metal studs in the middle of the collar. Also there were clips in the front of the collars, from which, were attached long leather leads. But Rex did not had a device on his rod.
"Now listen closely, the pair of you are going to become a act in one of the side-shows." Stated Tobias. He looked thoughtfully at the two men, trying to think of an act they could do. Suddenly he knows what act the men would do, and Private Turner would also be part of that act. But first he would have too change their personality, after which he would finish treating Private Turner, then the three of them would be train for their act, together.
"I know what to do with you two." Tobias said to the two entranced men. "YOU'RE BOTH GOING TO BECOME DOGGIES." Tobias ordered the two men, in a strong, but toneless commanding voice.
"Just imagine that, your both doggies, from now on you're both stop talking, you're just bark from now on. What do you think of that."
"Arf! Arf! Barked the two entranced men.
"Also, both of you will now walk around on all fours." Said Tobias.
"Now, Baz you were so nasty, and rude to poor Rex here." Said Tobias, as he pointed to the entranced driver. "I think he wouldn't mind you being his cute Doggie Bitch. You would permanently serve Rex's doggie sexual needs."
Baz's eyes were frozen onto Tobias, he couldn't move. "Rex, would you like a cute Doggie Bitch, to serve your sexual doggie needs, and for you to fuck. Tobias asked the driver.
"ARF...ARF" Agreed Rex, Tobias noticed that the older man's cock was rock hard, precum was leaking from his piss-slit.
"In a moment, I will say the word DOG. When you hear that word, the both of you will become what you've been ordered to become. Also when you're in your new life, the two of you will become 'COCKSUCKERS', and serves your master's cock. Do you understand?" said Tobias.
The two entranced men could only bark powerlessly, as their fucked up brains took in the instructions from Tobias.
"DOG" commanded Tobias, both men fell to the ground, and started crawling around on all fours, and barking and yapping like dogs. Tobias watched the two doggies.
Suddenly Rex coupled with Baz, doggie style. He started humping Baz rapidly. A very contended look come onto Rex's face, as he fucked Baz harder, and deeper. Baz pinned to the ground, under Rex, looked to be in some distress. But as the humping got even faster and deeper, both Baz and Rex were barking, and yapping in shear pleasure. Finally, Rex cum deep into Baz, both men stopped yapping Rex pulled out of Baz.
Rex then, padded on all four round to Baz's head, and thrust his dirty, cum covered rod into Baz's face. Baz got onto all fours, lowered his head, and opened his mouth. Baz then started sucking and licking Rex's cock and balls.
Once Rex had cleaned Baz's cock, Baz padded behind Rex, and coupled doggie style with Baz again. Tobias smiled, and watched as Rex pounded Baz's arse for a second time.
Rex cum in Baz's arse a second time, and pulled out. But before Rex could do anything else, Tobias ordered him to stop. "Now, be a good doggie, and wait outside with this person." Said Tobias, pointing to one of the workers, standing by the tent door. Still on all fours, Rex padded out of the tent.
"You will now serve... you will now serve my dick, bitch." Said Tobias.
"ARF...ARF." Barked Baz. Tobias dropped his pants and shorts as Baz padded over, opened his mouth and willingly showed his obedience. Baz had probably never suck another man before, but his mouth was warm and wet and he succeeded in sucking Tobias until he was hard and dazed with pleasure.
Tobias let out a low moan, as Baz sucked harder. Tobias moaned again, and then smiled. "Oh yes, I'm going to really enjoy this." Thought Tobias, as he felt his balls tighten.
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