Mindvoiderz: Back For More

By abracadabra923 - abracadabra923@yahoo.com
published June 12, 2019
Summary

We’re back for a second drone concert with all new songs. Camden brings a friend along.

Once again text in cursive is sung, text in (round brackets) is part of the background track and labels in {curly brackets} tell you who’s singing.


Blake was getting a bit nervous among the dense crowd of mostly shirtless muscle men, slim boys and guys in between.

He ran his hand through his raven black fringe and turned to his gym buddy. “Hey Camden, I’m not sure if… oh, sorry.” Blake had accidentally bumped his elbow into someone’s chiseled abs. The unknown shirtless guy wore a black face hood down to the lips. Creepy.

Camden threw his arm around the slightly shorter but broader Blake. “This is exactly what you need to get over that cheating bitch.”

“It’s just… this is… a gay club?”

“You said you’re bi,” Camden said and dragged Blake toward the stage, rubbing shoulders with an ever denser crowd.

“N-no, I’m pretty sure I said I’m kinda ‘curious’ and I guess some men can be somewhat attrac-”

The light dimmed and the crowd went wild. The roar of maybe a few hundred guys in an already warm room shook Blake out of his musings.

He had roughly known what to expect but he was still shocked as the Mindvoiderz entered the stage.

A slender, boyish guy in a gold hood, fixed to a spiked collar, grinned with confidence. If his eyes had been visible, Blake would have expected a spark of mischief. The gold boy wore little nipple rings and a gold half thong – the kind that only wraps around one leg. A chastity cage seemed to hold the pouch in place. Gold sneakers hid his small feet.

The tallest, scariest looking one had a similar ensemble in deep crimson but with huge, heavy boots.

The smallest man – he could pass as a teen – wore bright, sparking pink “clothes” and had his nipple rings chained together. His hood had a slit cut out at the top to let a bright pink mohawk pop out.

The comicbook-hero-style overly muscled fourth guy had huge nipple rings and only wore three tiny, white socks – one on each foot, one over the chastity cage. His white hood was fixed to his face with a big septum ring that secured the hood to his nose. His mouth hung open.

Vibrations traveled into Blake’s thighs. He saw the tall guy at the keyboard hit buttons on a laptop and the vibrations seeped into his crotch like tongues working his shaft.

“That’s right,” said the golden boy with a high, yet rough voice. Its melodic quality was intriguing and instantly memorable. “We’re finally back. Here to fuck you up!”

The vocalist, ‘Skeet Singer’ introduced the band members. ‘Gabe Guitar’ waved shyly at his mention, ‘Kenny Keyboard’ flexed one arm and threw up devil’s horns with the other while poking his tongue out, and ‘Drew Drummer’ went into most-muscular pose then flexed both arms while flipping off the crowd.

The vibrations turned audible, a soft hum that skipped the ears and placed itself directly in Blake’s brain. Then the beat dropped for real and Camden next to him lost his shirt.

Song: Re-Intro-Doctrination

(Welcome back to the void)

The song picked up speed for a while and Blake got into a rhythm, although not going as wild as his gym buddy. Maybe this really was what he needed to clear his head after catching his girlfriend with a stranger.

{Skeet}
We have returned to fuck you up,
Alpha, bitch boi, jock or pup.
Everybody gets to moan,
We know you are a simple drone.

Skeet sounded sweet as honey. Despite the hard track there was a lullaby-like quality to his voice.

{Kenny}
I do what I want
You do what I say
Follow my lead
I’ll show you the way

Kenny sounded harsh and his barked orders brought Blake back to reality. Several man in the audience were hooded, which was a bit uncanny. Increasingly sweaty torsos bumped into his shoulders. Blake kept close to Camden.

(Master wants your head empty)

{Skeet}
You work your dick and ass and throat,
We don’t miss a single note.
Music is the way to go,
Makes you drool and your jizz flow.

The next section of the track was repetitive and seemed to align perfectly with Blake’s heartbeat. Obviously the lyrics were… pretty gay, but he was here to have fun. As long as nobody tried to come onto him it was fine.

{All}
Ready for these soundtracks?
Starting to reek of sex.
Ready for the cum rain?
Just gotta shut off your brain.

The large projector screen behind the band went on to flash chaotic patterns. Blake forgot to dance, entranced by the psychedelic images. He could have sworn there was a face among the chaos – some man he didn’t know. A-adam? He looked like an Adam, somehow.

{Skeet, Kenny}
He does what he wants
You do what he says
Follow his lead
He’ll show you the ways

(You are a tool. Stop thinking.)

{Skeet}
The mindvoiderz are here to stay,
Get on your knees and start to pray.
We’ll make you into willing toys.
Once again the mind goes voidzzz…

The end was abrupt like a splash of cold water. Unsatisfying. Blake wanted it to keep going. A gentler beat was placed over the relative quiet.

A sweaty, buff arm grabbed his chest from behind. “Having fun yet?”

Blake turned his head back to look at Camden, who now wore a black hood. “Cam? Oh wow, you’re wearing one of those.”

Camden grinned beneath the intransparent fabric. Could he see under there?

“Just getting into the spirit, Blakeyboy. You’ll get there.”

“Yeah… I’m kinda freaked out by all those hunks slamming into me.”

“No problem,” Camden said and dragged him sideways into an area with more short, boy-ish audience members. That way was also a merch booth. Should Blake get a hood, just for the hell of it? Maybe a band shirt. The seemed more normal.

“And now,” Skeet said, “a little ditty about peace and harmony. May you find inner strength.”

Song: Hive

The soundtrack was ethereal and airy. Fog machines covered the floor near the stage and as the projector images changed to shimmering white-gold, Blake got the feeling of leaving the ground.

{Skeet}
Here is what I’ve learned in life,
To end all hatred, war and strife:

{All}
Obey the hive
Obey the hive

Their voices faded out over the music, “obey the hive” echoing endlessly.

Blake saw the twinks in front of him – fog up to the knees – and observed their coordinated dance. They gyrated their hips as if giving a lap dance to an invisible man. Blake joined in and so did Camden.

Groups all across the room started to coordinate spontaneously, moving as one.

{Skeet, Gabe}
If you wanna truly thrive,
If you wanna feel alive:

{All}
Obey the hive
Obey the hive

This time, the crowd sang along with the echo. Blake wiggled his ass to the beat, slowly overheating. He pulled his shirt off. Camden was directly behind him and their hips grinded together.

{Skeet}
Through snow or desert to arrive,
Withered talents to revive:

{All}
Obey the hive
Obey the hive

Skeet jumped and, without prompting, half the room jumped with him. At the next jump, 90% of the men joined in. By the third one, even Blake was jumping.

He felt like he was going higher and higher above the fog machine clouds, taking off into the sky.

{Skeet, Gabe}
Into the drone life deep you dive,
Forgetting hunger, sleep, sex drive:

{All}
Obey the hive
Obey the hive
Obey the hive
Obey the hive

Blake shouted along as the song wound down. “Obey the hive, obey the hive.”

“Told you they’re great,” Camden yelled with a massive grin.

“I’m starting to see why you like them so much. Holy fuck, I’m exhausted already,” Blake said, resting his arm on a random twink. With a jolt, he noticed he was leaning on a stranger and pulled away but the man – a teen? – only winked at him.

“And now,” Skeet said, “my personal favorite from the album, although I know to most of you, it won’t be too meaningful. This one’s for all the friends who were dragged into this concert by their enthusiastic fan buddies.”

The sounded like a familiar situation. Blake turned around to make meaningful eye contact, only to be reminded of the hood.

Song: Initiation

(Get extremely fucked in the brain)

The sheer skull-shaking brutality of the song made Blake flinch. The stage lights blinded him and he turned away, his vision filling with shirtless buff men and slender boys – and even some pantless ones by now. He saw nothing but glistening skin all around.

{All}
You love men
You love men
You love men

It kept repeating. Each line was punctuated by a pulse that made Blake blink heavy, like a slow stroboscope of semi-nude guys. His visual processing seemed to slow down to match.

{Skeet}
Easy go, easy cum,
Being gay is lots of fun.
Any race, any age,
Being gay is all the rage.
Wish upon a falling star,
A massive fag is what you are.

Blake rubbed his back against Camden’s chest, simply because the twink he had leaned on was standing so close to his crotch. The boy turned around, winked again, and slid closer.

Trapped between Camden and the winking boy, Blake matched their dance rhythm.

{Skeet}
Sink your dick into a twink,
Try it with a bit more kink.
Let’s see you turn into a fag,
Don’t get to cum unless you beg.
No way left for you to fight,
You’ll take it up the ass tonight.

{All}
We love men
We love men
We love men

Camden and ‘Winky’ joined in with the “We love men” and Blake’s hand brushed against Winky’s small, naked ass. Wait, naked?

The straight, maybe somewhat bi, Blake looked down into the fog and saw that Winky wore only a jockstrap. He grabbed a handful of ass and Winky’s head twisted around for yet another wink.

A grinding dance move made Blake’s hand slip into the butt crack. Blake’s fingers were dangerously close to the hole. Not an experience he would have thought he’d find exciting.

Still the track went “We love men” over and over. Or maybe it was just the audience now.

Someone’s hands slid across his crotch from behind. Camden was opening Blake’s jeans. Winky twerked lightly and Blake’s fingers ran over the boy’s hole.

As his pants fell – and the underwear right with it – Blake felt his semi hard-on grow fully. His middle finger slipped into Winky’s ass.

Still the crowd went “We love men” on repeat.

Winky shivered and leaned back. Blake pushed his finger in to the knuckle, using only Winky’s own sweat. A second finger followed.

Wait, what was he doing? Fingering? A man? In the middle of a concert?

{Skeet}
Easy go, easy cum,
Being gay is lots of fun.
Any race, any age,
Being gay is all the rage.
Wish upon a falling star,
A massive fag is what you are.

{All plus audience}
I love men
I love men
I love men

Absentmindedly, Blake joined in with the seemingly endless chorus of “I love men”.

He should have been pulling his fingers out now. This was a stranger. He might as well be fucking… Blake had a vivid image in his head of sinking his dick into Winky right there. For a second he wasn’t sure what was real and what happened only in his imagination.

He looked to Camden for help but the gym buddy was gone.

Spotting the hooded guy in a crowd was tricky but Camden hadn’t move too far, just fucking a guy’s juicy ass a few steps away from- What?

Blake nearly stopped dancing in shock, but the rhythm was too strong. His fingers slipped from Winky’s ass.

Camden was having outright sex on the dance floor. Yes, it was a gay club, but seriously what the f-

Winky rubbed his ass crack on Blake’s hard-on and the ‘straight’ man threw his head back, vision blurring with tears. He was horny enough to burst.

“F-fuck… I… I love men, I love men, I love men, I love men…”

He grabbed Winky by the shoulder with one hand and let the other dangle. Or maybe he could use it to…

{Skeet}
The initiation is complete,
For cumshots you must now compete.
From hetero to raging fag,
That’s the point of this here track.
Finally, your true selves rise,
Taking dick of any size.

{Skeet, Gabe, Drew, plus audience}
Fuck me
Fuck me
Fuck me

Over and over Blake softly sang “Fuck me” as his hand wandered to his own hole. Rubbing his achingly hard dick on Winky’s crack, Blake spat down on his palm and lubed up his own sphincter.

“Fuck me,” sang the band. “Fuck me,” sang the crowd. “Fuck meeee!” shouted Blake as he worked three fingers into himself. He had some catching up to do.

{Skeet}
Easy go, easy cum,
I am having lots of fun.
Dick and hole meet, hips must slam,
A massive fag is what I am. (x5)

At least two more couples next to Blake were fucking – full, earnest, dick-in-ass fucking.

He humped his own ass and pressed himself close to Winky, repeating the echoing lyrics.

“A massive fag is what I am. A massive fag is what I am. A massive fag is what I am…”

The song was approaching a finale, but Blake wasn’t done. He could have cried. The last note sounded and he had only painted a few streaks of pre onto Winky’s back.

Maybe he could still fuck- Wait what?

Blake pulled back and removed his fingers, which was a surprisingly humiliating sensation. He covered his pulsing dick with both hands and looked for his pants. Nothing was visible through the fog.

“Shit… uh, where are… Why the fuck did I just…”

“Hey,” Winky said. “How’d you like the concert so far?”

“I…” Blake started, only half there. “I kinda wasn’t expecting to go naked, I guess.”

“I can help with that. Come on. I’m Elliot by the way.”

“Blake,” Blake said and shook Elliot’s hand with the hand that had been in both their asses.

The two slipped through a mass of no-longer-fucking men to the merch booth.

Elliot grabbed something while Blake stared at the selection of plugs. Those had to be joke items. Who’d buy plugs at a concert?

Elliot handed over one white sock with the Mindvoiderz emblem. He pulled the other sock of the pair over his dick cage – oh, yeah, the boy was in chastity like the guys on stage.

Blake pulled the sock over his dick and balls, hoping his erection would go down soon.


Two weeks before the concert:

“Sorry I’m late,” Gabe said as he pulled his hood on.

“No problem,” Kenny said and pressed keys on his laptop. “Let’s start with the collar part.”

Music started coming from the headphones in the recoding booth and Gabe scrambled to put them on.

“Wait, I’m not in character yet.” The thin, small guy lined up a tail pug with his hole.

“No lube?” Kenny wondered, although he had a hunch.

Gabe was probably blushing under the pink hood. “Master Adam’s uh… load is still in there with a lot of lube. We were going over the title track, too, so you can imagine.”

“Sure. He’s inviting you to his office a lot more than me.”

Gabe was taken aback. “Uh, I… I’m not, like, asking him for favors. He just likes my ass.”

Kenny grinned. “Oh don’t, worry, I know you’re nothing but a slut to him. Now, boi, start singing.”


Present:

A collar was snapped around Blake’s neck. He turned around but the culprit was gone. Feeling along the collar, Blake couldn’t find the opening mechanism.

My favorite this time,” Gabe Guitar said. “Something cute and quirky. Let’s just say… woof!”

Song: Get Bred

The music had something video gamey and generally playful. It was almost saccharine after the last song.

Blake saw Elliot buy plugs - with dog tails. Seriously? How would he carry those around for the whole concert?

Shaking his head, Blake set out to find Camden again.

{Kenny}
You wanna be a good boi?

{Gabe}
Collar me, sir.
Leash me, sir.

Blake couldn’t spot his athletic companion in the crowd. It should have been easier since so many guys were kneeling for some reason. Oh, Camden was on all fours, too, over there.

{Kenny}
You wanna be a good boi?

{Gabe}
Walk me, sir.
Feed me, sir.

Something pressed against Blake’s asshole. He twisted to see a grinning Elliot behind him before the plug slipped into his guts and got stuck.

Blake went on all fours, back arched.

It was just easier this way, with the plug in. Plus, he’d be on Camden’s eye level once he got there. Also, nobody would be able to see his still semi hard dick. Being on all fours was a logical choice.

{Kenny}
You wanna be a good boi?

{Gabe}
Train me, sir.
Pet me, sir.

Shuffling through the fog, Blake felt the plug tail wiggle side to side, milking pre out of his dick into the sock that served as underwear.

He passed increasing amounts of pups, rubbing his biceps against theirs, and against the legs of the upright men who dragged puppies around by their collars.

The music took on a darker, more sinister tone.

{Kenny}
You’re gonna be a good boi?

{Gabe}
Well… what if I don’t?

{Kenny}
What was that?

The soundtrack rose to a crescendo.

{Gabe}
Fuck you, sir.

The music quieted to near nothing. Kenny’s rough laughter echoed eerily through the space.

{Kenny}
Fuck me? No no, boi. I’ll fuck you!

Just as Blake reached Camden the sound returned with dizzying ferocity. The band shouted into their mics.

{All}
Act like a bitch,
Get bred like a bitch!
Pup in heat,
Let’s hear it!

{All}
Woof (x10)

All around Blake plugged men wagged their tails and barked at the stage. Blake joined in.

{All}
Act like a bitch,
Get bred like a bitch!
Pup in heat,
Let’s hear it!

{All plus audience}
Woof (x20)

Blake heard howling. Camden was no longer plugged but got fucked by a scarily girthy eight incher. The athlete whined but arched into the fuck.

{All}
Act like a bitch,
Get bred like a bitch!
Pup in heat,
Let’s hear it!

{All plus audience}
Woof (x40)

The pup once known as Blake barked with all its friends, twisting its body and hopping on all fours to make the plug milk its dick more. The pup felt a warm stream hit its face and rolled over to lap at the sky that rained piss, provided by an owner standing broad legged above.

Then the song wound down and… What the fuck?

Blake pulled the plug from his ass and got up on two legs. A lot of men did the same but some stayed down.

He had not just drunken piss, right? No way. …right? It had been a vision, like sex with Elliot earlier.

Licking his lips, Blake tasted something bitter. Must just be his own sweat.

“Hey Camden, can we pull back a bit?”

“Woof! Woof woof. Woooof!”

“Uh…” Blake said and leaned down. He pulled the tail from Camden’s ass and handed it to the athlete.

Camden got up, his legs shaky. “I… wow, I was trying to stay a top tonight. Erm, here, I got you one.”

Blake reached out and received a hood. “Um, I don’t think I want to get into it that deep, but thanks.”

“You do you,” Camden said. “I’ll be over at the bar.”

“Can we just leave this-”

Skeet drowned out the rest of Blake’s question. “This one needs no introduction,” Skeet said. “You all know it. It’s the single we put out between albums.”

The crowd cheered as the music started, already familiar with what was a highly repetitive track, worming its way into Blake’s mind instantly.

Song: Terms of Service

{Skeet}
Your brain is giving up the fight,
Stop clenching your asshole so tight.
Turning you into a sheep,
The mindvoiderz are diving deep.

{Gabe}
Once again you’ll bare your soul,
Obedience is our goal.
Mind as open as your legs,
You need new orders more than sex.

Someone smashed into Blake, apologized and moved on. Blake noticed he had stared at the stage totally frozen, not thinking a single thought. It was calming.

He figured he’d stay and enjoy himself for a bit longer. The hood dangled in his hand as he shook his body to the rhythm.

{Drew}
Master says: get naked!

{Skeet}
Skin on skin is how you’ll find
Your fellow drones starting to grind.

Blake moved closer to the stage, into the thicket of uncovered, glistening skin, muscular or slender. Brushing against the other dancers, Blake was seeking out body contact on purpose this time.

{Kenny}
Master says: kneel, fucker!

{Skeet}
On all fours is how we serve,
Even total tops must swerve.

{Drew}
Master says: stay locked!

{Skeet}
Cumming is for good boys only,
Among the drones you’re never lonely.

The pre-cum crusted sock slipped off Blake’s semi as someone familiar rubbed his face on Blake’s chest.

Elliot brought their rising dicks together and tip-toe danced to keep their faces close. Blake leaned in and…

{Kenny}
Master says: pay up!

{Skeet}
Drones don’t have a need for money,
Only cum drops sweet as honey.

The crowd’s motions died down as if to give Blake and Elliot a moment of peace among the flashing lights. Blake felt the twink’s hot breath on his sweat slick face, leaning in closer.

{All}
Master says: hoods on!

(Hoods on, hoods on, hoods on…)

The two pulled apart and slipped their hoods on, being nearly the last to do so.

Darkness and indescribable quiet enveloped Blake. He no longer sensed the presence of anyone else around him, falling into a pure emptiness until… Sound and color crashed into his awareness so hard it was difficult to recognize Elliot’s face in front of him.

“Woah. Fuck… Holy fuck, wow.”

Blake was frozen in awe and so was the audience. His eyes turned past Elliot to the screen behind the band. There in the pattern was… Adam.

{Gabe}
You are a happy, useful tool.
You see hard dicks and start to drool.
You follow Master’s every rule.
You worship when he becomes cruel.

{Skeet}
Life as a drone is all you need.
Every instruction you will heed.
You feel your thoughts already fade.
The Mindvoiderz are here to aid.

{All}
Master says: good drone…

Some fifth voice echoed in the track. “Good drone.”

Then the song was complete and calmness overtook Blake. He breathed into the hood, its distinct smell fading from awareness into the background of his mind.

Kenny’s voice was an almost grating interruption of the sacred silence.

“And here” Kenny said, “is the spiritual successor to ‘any day, every way’. Hope you all hump along.

Song: Instruction 4 destruction

(You twinks better obey your alphas)

The music was shrill and unpredictable, driving any residual calmness from Blake’s mind. He felt like he was waking up from something.

Elliot turned to the stage, shaking his tight backside. Their romantic moment was gone.

{Kenny}
He’s talking back? He gives you sass?
Wreck that little faggot ass.
He doesn’t understand his role?
Shred that tiny faggot hole.

{Kenny, Skeet}
Flogging back, Choking neck, Anal wreck,
Yeah yeah it’s the
Fuck attack
Fuck attack
Fuck attack

Blake was so hard he couldn’t even dance. Every motion that made his dick move caused him pain as if his crotch wanted to pull away from him.

The song gave him the idea of sinking his dick into Elliot as revenge for the plug tail. But of course, that was unconscionable. No matter how much he needed to cum. He couldn’t just…

{Kenny}
With my strength I make you bend,
This cum fountain will never end.
Your perverse lust you cannot hide,
MDMA’d out of your mind.

{Kenny, Skeet}
Flogging back, Choking neck, Anal wreck,
Yeah yeah it’s the
Fuck attack
Fuck attack
Fuck attack

Blake’s dick entered Elliot’s ass one or two inches deep. Elliot went wild but in the best way, arching back to grab Blake’s collared neck.

Blake himself held onto Elliot’s collar, choking the guy, and pushed deeper until his hip met Elliot’s ass. Both their legs trembled – Blake’s from out of control horniness, Elliot’s for reasons that didn’t matter.

{Kenny}
My full length rams your hole so tight,
This much girth opens you wide.
With blind lust quickly overcome,
I pound this ass like a war drum.

Blake pounded as hard as he could, using the struggling Elliot to please his dick as much as possible without regard for the twink.

They fucked in the rhythm of the song, like dozens of couples and triples across the space.

The music changed to something darker, with longer pulses.

{Kenny}
Loving it? Hating it?
Doesn’t matter.
You’re not in charge.
But let’s hear it anyway.

{Gabe}
Loving it.

{Kenny}
Loving what?

{Skeet, Gabe}
Loving this
Fuck attack
Fuck attack
Fuck attack

Blake shout-sang along as he shook the squirming Elliot. “Fuck attack, fuck attack, fuck attack, fuck attack, fuck attack, fuck attack…”

He felt the edge approaching and roared at the ceiling, bringing his hands down on the twink’s back and ass.

{Kenny}
There is much more where that came from,
Your will power will soon be gone.
Too bad your ass can’t handle it,
I hope you didn’t want to sit.

{Kenny, Skeet}
Flogging back, Choking neck, Anal wreck,
Yeah yeah it’s the
Fuck attack
Fuck attack
Fuck attack

Blake’s eyes blurred with tears under the hood as he reached the most mindbreaking orgasm of his life. The song felt like it was reconfiguring his soul in the moment of cumming.

He was catching a glimpse of men-on-men-fuck nirvana.

As he unloaded into the twink, Blake went berserk, flexing every muscle in his body and screaming at the back of Elliot’s head.

{Kenny}
You’re just some stupid ass fuck slut,
I reconfigure all your guts.
Once you’re too spent to even think,
I just move onto the next twink.

{All}
Yeah yeah it’s the
Fuck attack
Fuck attack
Fuck attack

Blake stayed inside Elliot, breathing heavy and feeling the pulse of the song traveling through his still hard dick.

“Fuck attack…” he mumble-sang, “Fuck attack, f-fuck… a… attack…”

{Skeet, Gabe}
Loving this
Fuck attack
Fuck attack
Fuck attack

Blake and Elliot collapsed into each other and into the fog, onto cool, moist floor.

“Wow,” Blake said. “I don’t think I can keep this up. I need a break.”

“Yeah…,” Elliot crowed with a voice hoarse from choking and perhaps singing along, too. “Need… break, real bad… too hard.”

“I hope you’re ready,” Skeet said, “for the wildest and hardest and most amazing song of the evening.”


Months ago, just after the first concert:

“Hey Adam,” Skeet said after entering the office.

The label boss didn’t look up, merely waved vaguely.

“Adam, I’m just wondering if… Are you listening? Dad!”

Now the boss glanced up, scowling. “Don’t call me that at work.”

Skeet grinned with false confidence but sheepishly ran his palm along his buzz cut. “No reason to panic, they don’t suspect a thing. I’m still your little snitch, pops.”

“You’re not a snitch,” Skeet’s father and technically boss said. “I just want to make sure they respect you as an artist and friend before they learn who’ll take over the company one day.”

Skeet rolled his eyes. “They respect me. I make fucking great music.”

Now Adam was the one rolling his eyes. “So what is this about?”

“Well, I had an idea for our next album. I was hanging out with the LoVarianz guys and… We tried something I hadn’t been planning on trying…”

Adam chuckled. “Is that why you’re standing there so… bowlegged?”


Present:

“Oh shit,” Elliot said and tried to get up. “Not the title track.”

“Why?” Blake asked. “What’s the-?”

“Here’s our title track,” Kenny said. “Welcome to the Fist Vortex, fucker.”

Song: Fist Vortex

The music was energetic and joyful. Blake wasn’t sure why Elliot was so concerned but the twink tried crawling away on all fours after failing to get up on the slippery floor.

{Kenny}
From the thighs up to the spine.
Every part I lick is mine.
Your hole trembles with massive fear,
My tongue’s about to claim your rear.

Blake grabbed the twink’s hips with both hands and pulled the boy back. He sank his face into the crack and dug in – tongue licking from the balls to the spine.

Elliot shoved his ass back and up, groaning over the beat. Blake may never have been with a man before but he knew about licking pussy – boypussy in this case.

{Kenny}
Tonguing your rim soon makes you wine.
Yes, every part I lick is mine.
You shiver with anticipation,
Welcome to the fisting station.

Wait what? Blake had assumed this was a song about rimming. In his surprised flinching, one hand had slid over and two fingers were laying on the rim of Elliot’s hole.

{Skeet}
Legs up high
Eye to eye

{All}
Ride my fist
I insist
Better than sex
The fist vortex

The fog on the floor was slowly dispersing. Elliot still half vanished when he rolled over onto his back. Other men laid down around them, bringing their legs up.

{Kenny}
My fingers spread your hole apart,
Like on command you moan so hard.
Escaping is a fading hope,
You struggle in your cuffs and rope.

There were no restraints but Elliot wasn’t going anywhere. Blake had an iron grip on the twink’s collar, hovering over him, while his spare hand pulled on Elliot’s wet sphincter.

The lights went crazy. The patterns on the screen were interspersed with… was that Gabe’s hole eating an arm?

Blake pushed.

Somebody in a venue employee shirt walked by and squeezed lube onto Blake’s hand, barely acknowledging them before moving onto the next couple.

Blake pushed harder.

{Kenny}
The first dildo soon enters deep,
If it’s too big you just might weep.
Bigger ones are soon to follow,
What can your boypussy swallow?

{Gabe}
You know the drill
Now hold still

{All}
Ride my fist
I insist
Better than sex
The fist vortex

Blake had a clear, overpowering vision of him and his bottom in a dim, candle lit bedroom, grinding on each other, taking pills and Blake gently fucking the twink open.

He shook his head but it didn’t clear. He felt like they had been working on Elliot’s hole for hours. Maybe it was a vision from the future.

{Kenny}
I fuck you with my dick a bit,
The sweet spot gets properly hit.
But I know you’re here for more,
The fist vortex knows you’re a whore.

Blake slipped in, up to the wrist, in a single breath. It wasn’t supposed to be that easy was it? Elliot arched and flopped, crying out with unnaturally deep grunts as his torso spasmed.

{Kenny}
My fingers are up to the knuckles,
You’re all cries and grunts and chuckles.
I’m moving my whole palm right in,
My wrist feels almost kinda thin.

{Drew}
Enough with the tease
Happy to please

{All}
Ride my fist
I insist
Better than sex
The fist vortex

(Please sir, can I have some more?)

Blake was truly inside those warm guts and his bottom was incoherently babbling. Blake kept pushing, pulled back, pushed again.

Elliot’s hands grabbed his top’s collar and moved their hooded faces together. Their tongue slipped past each other as they kissed, Blake’s hand going in and out with every other pulsing beat.

{Kenny}
Up to the elbow are you stuffed,
The fist vortex ain’t had enough.
I slide my other arm inside,
You’ve never opened up so wide.

Blake was hit by a vision of him and Elliot back in that candle lit room. Now he saw it more clearly. It was his own bedroom. Elbow deep inside the twink, Blake’s vision-self hammered the bottom into utopia.

Flipping between reality and dream, Blake shook his fist inside Elliot’s hole while keeping their lips pressed together. In and out with every other beat. The music seemed to melt away, leaving only the rhythm of his arm, pumping into his bottom like cosmic clockwork.

{Kenny}
I punch-fuck for an hour straight,
I can’t let the fist vortex wait.
Your mind is shutting itself off,
Too horny too deal with this stuff.

Blake pulled Elliot’s ass higher with his free hand to fist downward and gained a glimpse of the pairs around them. Fisting couples dipped in and out of existence as reemerging fog bubbled across the space, drenched in changing, monochrome light, where bodies shone with lube and sweat.

His thighs spasmed and he shot cum onto Elliot’s lifted back. He hadn’t even touched his own dick.

{Skeet}
Tied and gagged
Getting wrecked

{All}
Ride my fist
I insist
Better than sex
The fist vortex

{Kenny}
Shoulder-deep in pulsing warmth,
You are a sleeve for both my arms.
The transformation is now done,
The fist vortex has claimed you, son.

Elliot’s hood was caked with the twink’s own cum as it dripped from his jiggling package.

Blake pulled out fully with a wet slurping sound audible over the track. He slid backwards on the slippery ground and mumbled along with the lyrics, temporarily blind to anything around him as the visions of many future fistings seeped into his consciousness.

{All}
Better than sex
The fist vortex
The fist vortex
The fist vortex

The last note echoed until Blake wasn’t sure if he only heard it in his head. He realized that he was nude on his back, on the cool floor of a gay club and tried to rise on weak arms.

Especially his right arm was oddly out of order from the… Holy fuck! He had actually just fisted a guy. Like, really fisted – deep.

Where was Elliot?

“Exhausted?” asked a deep drawling voice from the stage. It was the guy with a sock as underwear whose hood was pierced to his nose. Drew.

“I bet you are,” Drew continued. “Can’t have you falling asleep though. So how about we do a little exercise together.”

The audience groaned a bit. Several men had trouble getting up, legs extremely wide apart, some rubbing their sensitive, spread holes.

“Here’s what I’ve got playing on a loop these days,” Drew said and launched into a drumroll that quickly escalated into a pumping soundtrack.

The screen behind the band showed footage of Drew doing incline flies. It was shot like softcore porn.

Song: Workout Song 2

(What day is it?)

{Drew}
Leg day, Abs,
Back day, Biceps,
Shoulders, Traps,
Chest day, Triceps.

Blake danced, flexing his arms to the rhythm. He bumped into Camden.

The hooded athlete was erect and waddled like a penguin. Lube ran down between his thighs.

Blake grinned. “So… You’ve been…”

Camden may have scowled – the hood made it hard to tell. “Don’t ask. But… yeah, it was fucking amazing.”

{Drew}
Muscles are hard as a rock
{All}
Fuck this jock
Fuck this jock

Camden was flexing, too. “Want to work out?”

“Strangely yes,” Blake said. “Not arms, though.”

A hunk beside him did squats with a twink on either shoulder. Many others had dropped down for pushups.

Camden grabbed Blake’s hands and pulled him in. For a second, Blake thought his gym buddy wanted out make out but he simply did squats. So they squatted face to face, holding onto each other’s forearms.

(What day is it?)

{Drew}
Balls day, Lick,
Dick day, Suck,
Ass day, Rim,
Sex day, Fuck.

{Drew}
Muscles pumping like a cock
{All}
Fuck this jock
Fuck this jock

The exercise didn’t feel complete.

Blake let go of one arm and turned so he stood with his back to Camden’s chest, holding hands over his shoulder. They kept squatting, now with their hips touching.

Blake felt Camden’s erection rubbing on his ass crack and the athlete’s hot breath down his neck.

The beat changed to something playful.

(What day is it?)

{Drew}
Every day, havin’ fun
Every hour, gettin’ sum
Every minute, want to cum
Every second, this jock’s dumb

{Drew}
Dick secured behind a lock
{All}
Fuck this jock
Fuck this jock

The exercise still didn’t feel complete.

Blake reached between his legs and lined up Camden’s dick with his hole. It was so well lubed that, as they went down ass-to-grass, it could slide in on first try.

Blake moaned, leaning back into his gym buddy turned fuck buddy.

Up, hump. Down, hump. Now he was really working out.

{Drew}
Always horny, dripping jizz,
This muscle slut you cannot miss.
Taking dick, champion-style.
Gonna stay locked for a while.

{Drew}
Wearing nothing but a sock
{All}
Fuck this jock
Fuck this jock

“We g-gotta,” Blake said with a shiver, “do this every leg day.”

“No,” Camden said, breathless. “Every gym session. Period.”

Their sweat slick bodies glided against each other as Camden reached around to flick Blake’s nipples. The once-straight bottom’s dick was hard again but he didn’t jerk off, instead feeling his tightening thighs and abs.

(What day is it?)

{Drew}
Monday: train, fuck!
Tuesday: train, fuck!
Wednesday: train, fuck!
Thursday: train, fuck!
Friday: train, fuck!
Saturday: train, fuck!
Sunday: train, fuck!

{Drew}
Muscles are hard as a rock
{All}
Fuck this jock
Fuck this jock Fuck this jock
Fuck this jock

The squatting couple sang along – quietly because they had no breath to spare.

As the track drew to a close, Camden broke away and Blake turned around for a deep kiss.

“Wow, that went hard,” said Skeet’s sweet voice with a genuinely amused tone. “Let’s listen to something relaxing. Just kidding. I hope some of you held onto your loads, cause they’ll be in high demand, fuckers. Hehe.”

Song: What you need

{Skeet}
Here is what you really need,
We’re back on track with anal greed.
The hole is in command again,
Let’s see how long you can abstain.

Elliot shoved himself between the kissing couple. “Please fuck me,” he said, hoarse. “You’ve got to fuck me.”

Without waiting for an answer the twink grabbed onto Blake’s shoulders and hopped onto his hip. Blake reached under Elliot’s ass and sank his dick into the tender, abused hole.

Elliot’s cry of joy drowned in brutal music.

{Skeet}
Unsatisfied with what I’ve got.
Where can I get the next cum shot?

{All}
The next cum shot.
The next cum shot.
The next cum shot.

Blake pumped until he came, which was near instantly. How many loads had he shot by now?

Elliot jumped off and rushed up to the next guy, begging to be fucked. Blake felt a bit insulted. The twink couldn’t need a new load that bad, seriously.

{Skeet}
You feel the urges flying high,
Your overlord is once more nigh.
Listen to the hole’s mandate,
Its will is law, its will is fate.

It was quite hilarious to see all the gays running around, begging for each other’s cum. He felt superior to them but mostly amused. Maybe he’d take mercy on another one and stick his dick in.

{Skeet}
Unsatisfied with what I’ve got.
Where can I get the next cum shot?

{All}
The next cum shot.
The next cum shot.
The next cum shot.

Someone lined up their dick with Blake’s hole. The hooded guy was muscular but short so Blake couldn’t see anything when he tried to turn around. Then the dick was inside him and…

He needed that cumshot.

He had to get the whole load out of that dick. Any second no cum was being shot into his hole was like nails on a chalkboard.

“F-fuuuck,” Blake said, vaguely realizing that he had been turned into a forced cum whore, but the urge was stronger and crowded his own wishes out of his mind.

{Skeet}
If he pulls out and sprays his white,
Just keep flexing your hole tight.
Lap it up no matter where,
The hole is making you despair.

Finally, the greatest relieve Blake had ever felt swept over him from the ass upward. The cum in his guts was like a gulp of cool water after running through a high summer’s day.

The then moment was gone and the urge was back with a vengeance. He needed the next one.

(Anal greed…)

Any dick would do. He had an itch to scratch. Except it was the worst itch, like a mosquito bite in the center of his brain.

(You need it…)

“Pl-please fuck me,” Blake said to someone. Several someone’s. He’d do anything. Should he promise them money?

(The next…)

Finally a new dick. Now he only had to milk it. Come on, come on. Where was that substance?

(Cumshot!)

Blake’s movement was uncoordinated. He couldn’t focus on the pumping, he was trembling and bouncing, hoping it would be enough.

He was forcefully pushed over, bent down so his head was at his knees. He hugged his legs as the merciful top worked on the starving hole.

{Skeet, Gabe}
Deeper, harder, faster still,
Only fucking is your will.
Need to be drilled at any time,
Staying empty is a crime.

Blake felt a wave of relieve. The cumshot sustained his mind for long enough to make him freak out at what he was doing. Then the urge returned.

{Skeet}
Unsatisfied with what I’ve got.
Where can I get the next cum shot?

{All}
The next cum shot.
The next cum shot.
The next cum shot.

As the song faded, so did the need to collect cum.

Blake reached down between his buns to feel his sore, wet hole. He could barely stand to touch it, so on fire did it feel.

The last remnant of the urge lingered. He hoped it would go away soon.


Three days before the concert:

Kenny had finished his workout, wearing baggy baseball shorts to keep his package covered. He’d promised Drew to train with a locked dick more often – the guy with comicbook-hero proportions swore by that method – but Kenny just liked to jerk off in the showers.

Wiping sweat off his face with a towel, Kenny was about to turn down the stereo where Drew’s new workout song was playing for the fourteenth time in a row, when he heard someone enter.

“Drew? Wow, new hood?”

“Yeah,” the short colossus said with a grin underneath white fabric. Otherwise he wore his dick cage and tennis shocks on his feet. “Time for a major fucking change. Adam said I didn’t stand out enough.”

“Cool, so how… woah, is that a nose ring?”

“Sure is,” Drew said and put weights onto the chest-press station’s barbell. “Keeps the hood attached.”

“Are you ever taking it off again?”

Kenny was genuinely unsure. The hunk hadn’t taken the dick cage off for longer than it took to clean it in several weeks.

“Maybe,” Drew said, and laid down for bench presses. “If Adam wants me to.”

Kenny wanted to ask if Adam would require the other members to wear those hoods – and a nose ring to keep it in place. But Drew wouldn’t know. Nobody was ever told about Adam’s plans beforehand.

By that point, Drew was pressing weights. His breath was steady and focused. Strange, how different he sounded when lifting weights versus fucking. Drew turned into a whimpering, grunting, uncontrolled mess when he got fucked. A unique sound.

“Hey,” Kenny said as a thought emerged. “About that song we were trying to make for you.”

“Yeah?” Drew said, pausing the set.

“Can I fuck you in the recoding booth later? Cause I have an idea.”


Present:

“My turn again, hehe,” Drew said in his slow, monotonous voice. “People ask me if there isn’t any other place I go to beside the gym. We’ll there’s also my bedroom. I like to hear my own voice when I fuck, so Kenny thought we should make it a track.”

Song: Drew’s Fuck Song

(Pound that muscle cunt.)

The beat dropped and it was a rapid, repetitive one. Layered over it was a slower beat in the rhythm of Drew’s moans. Those noises were part of the track, not made live. He must have recorded himself fucking.

Over the heavy, breathy moans and occasional cries of joy came the distorted voices of the band.

{All}
Fuck yes, fuck yes.
Up the ass, up the ass.
(x4)

Blake was already singing along and dancing with his arms raised. At least this song wasn’t mind controlling him. Maybe Drew just liked to expose how he sounded.

{Drew}
What do I do?
Grow for you.
Hole wet.
Licking sweat.

{All}
Fuck yes, fuck yes.
Up the ass, up the ass.
(x4)

Blake danced and grinded. Every face was covered, every other square inch of skin was nude and wet.

{Drew}
Need a spanking.
Mind is blanking.
Muscle whore.
Gimmi more.

{All}
Fuck yes, fuck yes.
Up the ass, up the ass.
(x4)

The crowd sang along aside from those who were fucking. Yeah, Blake no longer felt surprise, let alone disgust. He was happy for them. Even his dick was hardening again.

“Up the ass, up the ass…”

Maybe everyone’s dick was rising. Drew looked like a fucking sex god, albeit a mindless, obedient one. How were the musicians not hard? Oh right, they were chaste.

{Drew}
Dick? Locked.
Clothing? Socks.
Boot on face.
That’s my place.

{All}
Fuck yes, fuck yes.
Up the ass, up the ass.
(x4)

{Drew}
Eye contact.
While getting wrecked.
Sweat and drool.
Pound this tool.

{All}
Fuck yes, fuck yes.
Up the ass, up the ass.
(x4)

Blake spotted a guy who may have been Camden – it was getting hard to tell anyone apart. Maybe-Camden was getting pounded into both ends.

{Drew}
Forgetting numbers, ABCs,
Brain only wants anal, please.
Loving cum,
This slut is dumb.

{All}
Fuck yes, fuck yes.
Up the ass, up the ass.
(x4)

Yes it had been Camden, who seemed to snap out of it as the song came to an end.

Blake slid up to the double-fucked man. “So, just out of interest. How did that song have such an effect on you?”

Camden fought himself to a stand, legs still apart and shaky. He cleared his throat. “I uh… I guess Drew is my favorite. I mean, I’m totally a top-”

“Totally,” Blake said with a grin.

“-but if I was hugely muscled like that, I guess I’d be a bit uh… sluttier.”

“Listen up,” Skeet said, “you brainless drone whores. After banging each other’s brains out and draining each other’s free will through the pleasure tube, let’s take a trip down memory lane. I hope yall support our brothers.”

The projector screen showed footage from a different concert. A boy group of lean drones in black hoods covering the whole head.

Kenny added his voice. “Here’s the Droneboiz’ first title track.” The crowd cheered. “Here’s… ONE.”

The music felt weird. Like it wasn’t coming from the speakers, but sprang up in Blake’s head and took the reverse way to his ears, streaming into the room around him.

Song: ONE – Mindvoiderz Mix

(One)

A deep voiced “One” echoed across his skull. Blake stared ahead at the stage, moving side to side, like all the other men, uh… like all the other drones.

{All}
We are one (x20)

The crowd danced in sync. It wasn’t a complicated dance but the coordination was still eerie.

The Mindvoiderz’ vocalists held their lips up to the mics and a shiver ran down Blake’s spine as their whispers crept through the beat.

{Skeet}
See together.
See as one.
(One)

{Gabe}
Hear together.
Hear as one.
(One)

The choreography changed to something more rolling, something sexier.

Blake was… where was he? Just in front of the stage? Far back? To the left of the stage or to the right? Surrounded by muscle beasts or in a gang of tiny twinks? The answer seemed to be… Yes.

{Skeet}
Think together.
Think as one.
(One)

{Gabe}
Feel together.
Feel as one.
(One)

Blake was… He was Camden and he was Elliot. He was Drew, Kenny, Gabe and Skeet. He was a hundred men whose names he didn’t know. He was… what Adam wanted him to be. They all were. He was a drone. The drones were one.

{Skeet}
Love together.
Love as one.
(One)

{Gabe}
Cum together.
Cum as one.
(One)

Blake was dick and ass and mouth. He was licking and nibbling and sucking. He was hard and soft, cumming and locked. The drone had been told to desire sex, so it desired sex.

{Skeet}
Want together.
Want as one.
(One)

{Gabe}
Be together.
Be as one.
(One)

{All}
We are one (x20)

The drone chorus echoed past the finish. “We are one, we are one, we are one, we are… uh… erm…”

Blake, for lack of a better word, reestablished. Had he been high? He hadn’t eaten anything here, right? Could music be that good? He was sure as fuck going to check out those Droneboiz.

The crowd was back from its trance and cheered.

“Continuing,” Skeet said, “with another concert exclusive. Here’s one of our favorite tracks from our other brother group – LoVarianz.”

Song: Eat Sleep Train – Mindvoiderz Mix

This was clearly another track focused on physical activity. Blake didn’t fight it. He dropped to the slippery ground and put the rest of his energy into burpees.

Somehow his energy levels rose instead of draining to zero.

Elliot appeared next to him, huffed a quick “Hi” and started doing mountain climbers.

{Drew}
Raising dumbbells,
Arms sore

{All}
Feel the pump
Feel the pump
Feel the pump

(Good muscle bois get big)

With his dick achingly hard, Blake took a break to flex his biceps. In front of him a guy much bigger than him responded in kind. Then the stranger hit most-muscular and Blake mirrored.

Their faces met and they kissed, rubbing hoods and dicks together.

{Skeet}
No pain, no gain
Eat-sleep-train
Hard arms, hard dick
Suck-fuck-lick

The kiss broke and they dropped down as if ordered to. Blake and the stranger did push-ups, face to face.

{Drew}
Squatting barbells,
Legs sore

{All}
Feel the pump
Feel the pump
Feel the pump

(Good jocks eat right)

The push-uppers rolled over and entwined their legs to do ab crunches, each time going face to face.

{Skeet}
No pain, no gain
Eat-sleep-train Hard quads, hard dick Suck-fuck-lick

{Drew}
Incline crunches,
Abs sore

{All}
Feel the pump
Feel the pump
Feel the pump

(Good muscle bitches train hard)

Simultaneously, the brand new workout buddies went into 69 position and drove their dicks into each other’s mouths. The stranger’s dick was huge and slick with several loads of cum, an hour’s worth of sweat, and remnants of lube.

{Skeet, Kenny}
No pain, no gain
Eat-sleep-train
Hard pecs, hard dick
Suck-fuck-lick

{Drew}
Riding dick,
Hole sore

Blake was getting fucked but he didn’t care to turn and check who was smashing his ass like a jackhammer. He couldn’t see through the tears from gagging on the stupidly big dick anyway.

The stranger grabbed Blake’s collar to keep them in their position and shot his load right into Blake’s throat. The fucker at the back entrance cummed at the same time and it kicked Blake over the edge. He unloaded just as the stranger pulled away, painting the muscular man’s hood with white streaks.

{All}
Feel the pump
Feel the pump
Feel the pump

(Good jocks stay locked)

{Skeet, Kenny}
No pain, no gain
Eat-sleep-train
Hard glutes, hard dick
Suck-fuck-lick

The huge dick didn’t look that impressive once it was no longer tickling Blake’s uvula. Maybe this was a normal size. Blowjobs had seemed easier when it had been his girlfriend doing it to him. Maybe it was time his dick took a break so he’d learn to appreciate other men’s tools. Maybe that “locking” business they kept going on about was something to look into.

“Did yall have fun?” Skeet asked.

He received thundering roars.

“I guess,” the singer continued, “you’ve had enough of us for a while. Just fucking kidding, bitches. You’ll come begging for our next tunes. Let’s go out with a baaaang!”

Song: Back for More

Chaotic patterns in the light and on the screen kept Blake’s gaze transfixed toward the stage. Someone rubbed shoulders with him. It was his gym buddy, turned puppy, turned fuck buddy, turned fellow drone.

He and Camden “exchanged a look” through the hood, more guessing each other’s thoughts than showing them on their covered faces.

{Skeet}
Balls drained? Ass sore?
No matter
You’ll be

{All}
Back for more
Back for more
Back for more

The lyrics spoke the truth. Blake already couldn’t wait for the next Mindvoiderz concert.

{Drew}
Breathing heavy,
Wet and ready.
Can’t get enough
Of the Mindvoiderz stuff.

{Skeet}
Balls drained? Ass sore?
No matter
You’ll be

{All}
Back for more
Back for more
Back for more

The crowd sang along, feeling the message in their rewired minds. Blake had been unsealed. He belonged to these people now. What an amazing evening.

{All}
Ready to drop?
Want it to stop?
No fucking way.
The Mindvoiderz stay.

{Skeet}
Balls drained? Ass sore?
No matter
You’ll be

{All}
Back for more
Back for more
Back for more

Blake was part of a chain of ten or so drones, who had their arms around each other’s shoulders and jumped as they sang “back for more, back for more,” soft dicks flopping freely, except for the few locked guys.

{Kenny}
The sun’s gonna raise,
So will your dick.
You’re gonna crave more,
To suck fuck and lick.

{Gabe}
The craving will stay,
Will make you hit play.
Will help you along,
To a Mindvoiderz song.

{Skeet}
Don’t be a bore,
You dumb, little whore.
I know
You’ll be

The room erupted into sing-songy shouts:

{All, plus audience}
Back for more
Back for more
Back for more

The second the band turned from their instruments, Blake joined the “Encore” shouts.

“What is that?” Skeet asked, smirking.

“Encore, encore, encore.”

“A little louder. What do you want?”

Blake’s voice cracked. The masses were pushing in toward the stage, leaving him not enough room to keep jumping. The nude, sweating men on the dance floor were densely pressed into each other.

“Fine,” Skeet said. “There are a couple of songs we discussed stopping with. So here’s a little mash-up of some of our most beloved finishers. A concert exclusive.”

Song: Anthem of Submission – Mash Up

Blake had heard some of the Mindvoiderz songs from the first album via Camden. This one felt familiar, but… not like he had heard it before. More like it had always been inside him.

(It’s the anthem of the buzz)

{All}
Everybody worship.

The projector screen showed a single word, superimposed over the usual hypnotic patterns: KNEEL

Blake dropped, or at least tried to. Squeezing into a kneeling position was tricky with everybody else doing the same. Legs overlapped and intertwined, strangers’ chests and backs were pressed together.

(It’s the anthem of the buzz)

{All}
Everybody worship.

Blake thought about the Master, Adam, and about serving as a drone. He could have sworn he knew Adam’s face, but the features slipped from memory as if waking from a dream.

{Gabe}
The mind is blank, the ego null,
No need to think, just take it all.
We are alive at Master’s side,
Open hearts, and legs spread wide.

Blake pushed his chest out and his hips up. He was flying through, well, silence. The music had shifted to a new plane of awareness were sound manifested as will. It wasn’t Blake’s will. It was Master’s.

{Skeet}
Lose your brain,
Hear the call.
Hear the buzzing,
That is all.

{Drew}
Head is blank,
Naught but lust.
Dick to hole,
Fuck real fast.

{All}
The Master has risen.
Drones know their mission.

“I know my mission,” Blake said with every other kneeling person. He was ready to receive orders.

(It’s the anthem of the buzz)

{All}
Everybody worship.

(It’s the anthem of the buzz)

{All}
Everybody worship.

{Kenny}
Give us work and pain and lust,
We crave Master’s every thrust.
The Master speaks, the drone obeys,
Please teach us the Mindvoiderz ways.

{Drew}
Serve your role,
Sweat and piss.
Void your mind,
Drool and jizz.

{Skeet}
Worship now,
Brainless fuck.
You are a drone,
Believe your luck.

{All}
The Master has risen.
Drones know their mission.

Blake hadn’t been thinking during the last few verses. Had he even existed? There had only been the pseudo-silence. He’d be “back for more” guaranteed.

Camden leaned into him. Blake reciprocated and their hooded faced brushed together. They made out, not just with their tongues but also their hands wandering everywhere – even both their sore, cum dripping assholes.

(It’s the anthem of the buzz)

Everybody worship.

(It’s the anthem of the buzz)

Everybody worship.


“Yeah, I left the venue shirtless last time, too,” Camden said, rubbing his bare chest.

Blake rolled his eyes. “I guess I’m lucky I found my pants again. Not like some people.”

Elliot smacked Blake in the back and pouted. At least the twink in an XXL Mindvoiderz shirt had the decency to blush as he pulled the shirt down to make sure his package stayed covered. “I can’t really ride the train like that, can I?”

Camden shrugged. “Sounds like a fun ride to me.”

“Join me at my place,” Blake heard himself saying to his own surprise. He waved the five CDs he had bought. “We can listen to the whole Mindvoiderz discography, plus the Droneboiz one. I can’t pick a favorite song.”

“I’d love to,” Elliot said. “I have a feeling listening to those a lot is, uh, part of the mission.”

“I worship the Master,” Blake mumbled absentmindedly before saying, “Then I guess we’re having a sleepover. How’s your hole, by the way?”

Elliot blushed harder. “A-all right?”

“So, you’d be fine hearing that title track again – a lot?”

The twink swallowed and looked down. “Uh, I mean… I’ll do as told.”

“I had no idea using my fist for sex can be so much fun. You’re fine with that, right?”

“I mean… I’m, like…”

“Like what?”

“I’m just a drone,” Elliot said, confidently.

“I’m just a drone,” Blake and Camden responded.

“I’m just a drone,” several other guys in not enough clothes said as they left the building.

They would all be back for more.


Note: Can’t believe I had another one of those in me. The formula is already getting repetitive but it’s more about the lyrics anyway and I think I’ve mixed it up nicely.

It was great fun and I’ve never created so much poetry. This might be where it ends. There are only so many things that rhyme with cum, fuck and ass :p

Who’s your favorite band member? What’s your favorite song? Do you like Camden’s or Blake’s perspective more? Let’s hear it, drone.

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