I Don't Need to be Rescued

By Derek Williams - derek.williams.comments@hotmail.com
published November 3, 2020
9353 words
Summary

Sawyer and Josh are just two average fratbros until Sawyer is abducted by a mind controller.

I was pumping iron in the basement gym when my watch buzzed with a message from Master. “Stop what you’re doing and come to my study” the text read.

I racked the weight - a cool 225 that I’d recently grown big enough to bench. I wiped down the bench, towelled off my mostly naked body, and trotted up the stairs towards Master’s study. It was a wood panelled room on the third floor that reminded me of being called to the principal’s office.

I knocked softly on the door. “Like uh… hello sir?” I giggled.

Fuck, I hated how often I giggled. I never meant to do it, the sound just slipped out of me. It was my programming - I’m full of giggles and sing song voices.

I used to be a thoughtful guy – sometimes I still am – it just never gets past my filter. More and more though, I feel my brain turning to mush. When your outer voice is constantly talking like an idiot, your inner monologue starts to take it on too. I’m losing myself and I know it.

“Come in,” the Master said, his tone calm and even. “I have a surprise for you.”

I stepped into the room and clapped my hands together like an excited child. I felt my eyes grow wide and full of wonder. “A surprise!” I heard myself cry out excitedly. “What is it sir?”

The room was full of men. Not unusual for the Master’s house.

There was the Master, obviously, sitting behind his heavy desk, his feet propped up on the corner. The Master was in his late 50’s, muscular-but-not-buff, and wearing a moustache that would have felt at home in a 70’s porno. He was wearing casual slacks and a button down shirt, looking for all the world like a construction foreman who had wandered into the wrong mansion.

There were also seven or eight of his security guards. Stern looking young men with harsh haircuts and black clothing. Cargo pants and bicep-hugging t-shirts. Each of them carried a taser and a pistol.

I couldn’t have looked more different than them. I was wearing a purple speedo and a dopey grin. Their muscle was all functional, mine was meant to show off. Today I’d been working on building up my pecs. They already formed a shelf over my abs, but Master wanted them to be positively absurd.

There was one more man in the room. He was the least impressive, dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a baggy grey t-shirt over his bony frame. He seemed familiar from somewhere…

“Sawyer, is that you?” the skinny guy blurted out, looking my exposed body up and down like he just couldn’t believe it. “You’ve always been buff man but… wow, you’re pumped up like a bodybuilder. Are you on steroids man?”

I gave him a little flex of my pecs, making my hard nipples dance for him.

Master gave a slight smirk. “Yes, yes he is,” he replied calmly. “Welcome to the Emerald City, kid."

The thin man gave me a long stare, as if waiting for me to respond. He tried to move toward me, but the stone faced guards held him back.

“Sawyer,” he said. “It’s me, Josh. Do you remember me man?”

“Um… like I uh…” I stammered. He seemed so familiar, but none of that was making it to my mouth. I sort of remembered somebody sort of like him, but it was so hard to remember anything specific these days.

“You gotta recognize me man,” Josh continued. “We’re in the same frat on campus, back in Michigan. Tell me you remember…”

I could feel the weight of his words hit me. The clouds parted for a brief moment. Of course I knew Josh. He was in my fraternity. Every frat needs that nerdy genius guy, and Josh was ours.

“Josh!” I cried. “How…? What…?”

“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, before the guards clapped a hand over his mouth. It was clear Josh wasn’t meant to speak much here.

Master stood up from his desk.

“Relax Sawyer,” Master said. “You don’t have to worry. There’s nothing wrong. Josh is just confused, like you used to be.”

“Master, I…” I stammered. “I didn’t ask him to come…” I explained. I wanted Master to know that I wasn’t responsible for whatever was happening.

“Shush now,” he said, calming me. "Let’s hear Josh’s side of the story?” Master nodded at the guard who released Josh’s mouth.

“Stop with the bullshit,” Josh laughed. “You know exactly why I’m here. A couple months ago, Sawyer was headed home after class, but he never made it. I’ve been searching for him ever since. The cops don’t care, politicians aren’t interested… I don’t know what you did to everyone, but I’m here to rescue Sawyer.”

“Interesting,” Master replied, smiling. “I assume you must have found one of his photos – he posts online quite a lot these days."

“Yeah, I got a facial recognition match from instagram,” the skinny guy answered. “I’m not here to fight you or anything. I just want my friend back. Once we’ve gone, we’ll never bother you again.”

“I have a question,” Master said, pointing at Josh. “Why do you think I’m holding your friend hostage, when in reality he came here all by himself? That doesn’t sound like a guy who needs to be rescued, don’t you agree?”

“You brainwashed him,” my skinny friend replied. “He’s too scared to run away.”

“So, that’s what you think?” Master asked, smiling. “That I’m holding your friend against his will?”

“Yes,” said Josh. The guards laughed, but he continued forcefully. “I’ll get him back, if I have to cut you all down and carry him out of here myself!”

Master burst out laughing. “You’re a real hero, kid,” he said. "Sawyer, why don’t you tell Josh what happened that night? The night we met?”

With Master’s instruction, more clouds cleared from my brain. I remembered it all in detail, from the crisp autumn air to the sound of the footsteps behind me.

My face lit up. “Like, totally sir. So I was headed back from class, right? That accounting class that went til 9:30? Like, the totally boring one?” I said, remembering the flood of details. For the first time in months, I was able to talk about it. I’d had vague impressions before, but I could never make the words come.

“So I was going down that creepy path, the one that leads off campus under the bridge. Just minding my own business, when a bunch of these guys like… swarmed me from behind or some shit I guess.”

I remembered unseen assailants pinning me to the ground. Restraints around my wrists and ankles. My backpack carefully picked up and dropped in the trunk of the car, while I was crowded into the back seat with all the security people. It was like a limo back there - one big circle of seats for us to sit on. They dumped me in the centre where I could see…

“Master was, like… in the car,” I said, grinning like a happy idiot at the memory. The bottom of my stomach dropped, as I remembered the way he fixed me in his gaze. I felt helpless. I felt like prey.

“Master,” I said. “He was in the car. I remember… he looked at me. And I just knew.”

I could see it all so clearly. The memory was crystal.

“I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. I wanted to give him anything.”

I looked up at Master, smiling. “I love you sir,” I said. I blushed deeply.

The room burst into laughter again, the skinny guy turning as red as me. “See?” Josh stammered. “He’s under your spell!”

“What can I say,” Master said, grinning as he scratched his chin. “I’m a pretty magical guy.”

Master clapped his hands together, and the laughter stopped. The room went silent again.

“Well, you heard the man,” Master said to Josh. “Sawyer loves me. Now, I think it’s time you learned what that means.”

“Sir, are you sure?” I asked. “He’s pretty skinny sir. I don’t know if he’ll make a good toy,” I said, feeling terrible for even saying the words. It had to be harsh hearing that from his friend. He was about to have his free will stripped away, and the last words he heard were criticism.

Master laughed. “Well, it’s time for him to find out, isn’t it?” Master said.

I grinned like a fool. I didn’t want to be responsible for this…

“Now, Josh, listen to my voice,” Master said calmly. “I want you to hear what I have to say.”

“I’m not interested in anything you have to say,” Josh growled. “Give me Sawyer and we’ll be on our way.”

“That’s not going to happen. Sawyer is a toy. A good little boy toy. You should be careful how you speak to me,” Master said, staring Josh down with those impossible eyes of his.

Josh froze, standing at rigid attention. Caught in the headlights.

“You will obey me, now and forever,” Master said in that quiet voice that he uses when he wants to change somebody’s mind.

There was a long pause, and then…

“Yes, sir,” Josh said softly.

Wow. He was under already.

“Good,” Master said quietly. “I want you to take off your clothes.”

I gulped as I saw Josh slowly start to strip off his shirt. His body was soft and undefined. At least he hadn’t gotten much of a beer gut from the frat, but he sure hadn’t been hitting the gym either.

“Drop your pants,” Master ordered.

Josh did, rolling down his boxers as he did so. He stood shivering in the warm room. His seven inch uncut cock had sprung to life, a small dribble of pre-cum trailing out of his tip.

“Now kick off your shoes and socks," Master said.

Soon Josh was standing totally naked, seemingly oblivious to the group of men watching. The guards all stood at ease, their job complete now that Josh was under Master’s control. Most of them were sporting a boner themselves.

“Now jerk off,” Master ordered.

I watched as Josh’s hand wrapped around his member, moving up and down along the shaft. He tugged for a few minutes, slowly working himself up.

“Stop,” Master said. I took a look. Josh’s cock was just about ready to cum.

I remembered when this had happened to me. Jerking off in the back of Master’s car as we drove toward the airport. I’d been fighting it with every fibre of my being, but I couldn’t stop following his orders. Now I was here, and so was my friend… a new version of my old friend.

“Sawyer, I want you to suck Josh’s dick,” Master commanded.

“Yes, sir,” I said, a broad grin covering up my horror. He wanted me to do it. When it had happened to me, one of the security guards had done the job.

Slowly I dropped to my knees in front of Josh, who looked down at me in anticipation.

“It’s okay bro,” I said, giving his delicious cock a long lick. “We gonna take this nice and slow.”

Slowly, I opened my mouth and engulfed his tool. He tasted musky and wild, like he hadn’t bathed in days. He must have been frightened out of his mind. Fear will make a man stink with arousal.

“Josh, you’re going to become one of my toys, just like Sawyer,” Master said. “It’s a good life. I think you’ll like it. All you have to do is work out and have sex and act like a hot dumbass, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Josh moaned, as my lips made their way up and down his member.

I looked up at him, and he smiled as he gazed down at me. There was something accepting in his eyes.

“But you don’t have to give in,” Master continued. “You have a choice. Cum is what seals our bond. If you cum in Sawyer’s mouth, you’ll be one of my toys. If you don’t… I’ll let you both go.”

I groaned, as I sped up my motions. This was a cruel choice that Master had offered. I wanted to do a bad job, to avoid making him cum. But I love dick so much now…

As if reading my thoughts, Master spoke up.

“You’re going to do a good job, Sawyer,” Master said. “You love sucking dicks now. Remember when you had that dry spell, when you didn’t have any for a whole week?”

I moaned in response. Yes, I did remember. It had been a dark time in my recent life, when I hadn’t responded quickly enough to Master’s call. It didn’t matter that I’d been dick-deep in one of the other toy’s ass. When Master called, you answered.

“You’re going to suck his brains out through his prick,” Master chuckled.

I doubled my efforts, wanking his tool and swirling my tongue around it. Josh started to tense up, and I was determined to get him over the edge.

“Come on, let it out. Give me that yummy cream!” I moaned, turning my gaze toward him.

Josh groaned as he came, my mouth filling up with his sweet tasting seed. I swallowed it down greedily, not willing to waste even a single drop. I kept my mouth tightly wrapped around his tool until he was drained.

“Good boy, you came for me,” Master said with a smirk. "Now you’re mine, and it was completely your choice.”

I released Josh’s slowly deflating member, wiping my lips.

I wanted to tell him how sorry I was. He was like me now. Trapped here. Just another one of the Master’s toys.

“Welcome to the club bro!” I grinned enthusiastically, slapping him on his naked back.

Master just laughed as Josh looked at me, a look of confusion on his face.

“You’ll get used to it,” I said, smiling.

Of course, I was lying. I’d never gotten used to any of this. But I couldn’t say anything else. Masters programming was too strong.

“Now the two of you, get back to your room. Sawyer, you’ve got a lot more work to do before tomorrow. You see Josh, every time you cum, your programming will re-enforce. Sawyer will show you the training setup, and he’ll make sure you cum plenty tonight. By tomorrow morning, you’ll know everything you need.”

Master signalled for me to come to his desk. He leaned in, and gave me a deep kiss.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, Master,” I said, my voice full of joy and bliss. Already, the memories of my recruitment were fading. The idiot voice was taking hold in my mind again.

But one thing kept echoing around. Josh had come to rescue me. There was still a world outside.

Josh and I turned and walked out of the room. I took Josh by the hand and lead him up to my bedroom, which I guess I was sharing with him now. Master had lots of extra rooms, but I knew he liked to keep his new toys with someone, cumming constantly for the first few days, and then at least twice a day after that.

We passed another one of the toys as we were going up the stairs.

“Hey guys,” said Niko, a hunky latino man who was headed downstairs, wearing nothing but a thong. Practically modest next to our sticky nudity, but part of our programming is a need to show off. Besides, Master keeps his house warm.

“Hi Niko,” I giggled, my eyes forcing me to steal a glance at his rear as he walked past.

“You like what you see?” he asked, turning his head and winking at me.

“You know I do,” I said, leering back.

He just laughed, giving his package a little shake as he walked away. I looked over at Josh, and could tell he was trying really hard not to look. He didn’t succeed.

“You’ll get over that prude stuff soon,” I said, trying to reassure him. “There are a lot of details, but soon you’ll be just like us,” I said, leading him into my bedroom.

“Just like you,” he said looking around the large room. “How can you stand it? My brain feels like it’s full of cotton candy. I feel like I’m living a dream. That any minute I’m going to wake up.”

He sat down on the bed, and I laid down next to him. I wrapped my arms around him, and he returned the favor, holding me tightly.

“Not a dream,” I said softly. We laid like that for a long time. “Now, Master wanted you to finish your programming,” I said, after a while. I gestured for him to sit up and pointed at the computer desk in the corner. Soon he was seated in a comfortable chair, big headphones over his ears, and his eyes absorbed with the text on screen.

I got down between Josh’s legs and started sucking. Master wanted his programming re-enforced.

I didn’t care anymore. It felt good to do this for him. But I kept hearing that thought echo. Josh had come to help me escape.

After a while, I felt his legs tense up. His hips bucked while he spurted hot cum down my throat, but his eyes stayed fixed on the screen. I took a quick break to go to the bathroom and shower, but I could see he was busy learning about the best clothes to wear and the styles that Master enjoyed most.

“Alright, I’m all finished with module one,” he said, as I came back into the room. “I’m hungry. What can I eat? I don’t think I’m dressed properly to go down to the kitchen,” he said, looking down at his naked body.

“I’ve got a snack for you right here,” I said. I begged myself not to, but my body insisted on getting Josh’s lips around my six inches.

“Oh, that makes sense,” he said happily. I hadn’t cum in hours, so it didn’t take long for me to explode.

“Thanks,” he said when he was done. He wasn’t as skilled at gobbling it all up as me, so there was a long trail of cum dripping down his hairy chest.

I pulled him up, and he ate the rest of his snack off my fingers. I gave him a kiss, then pushed him back down into his chair.

“C’mon,” I said. “Lots of lessons for you to learn still.”

“Lessons about what?” he asked, his mouth dropping open when I started sucking him off again.

“Everything,” I said with a smile around his prick.


Josh absorbed all the modules easily. By the time we fell asleep that night, he had learned about fitness and nutrition. He’d learned a new vocabulary. He’d learned lots of techniques for fucking and sucking, though those require a fair amount of practice to really get right.

I don’t know what goes on in Josh’s head. I assume it was like mine - slowly turning to pudding, only able to say the dumbest things like I was some sexed up boytoy.

Which is exactly what Master is going for. He doesn’t want thinkers. The world has too many people overthinking everything already.

After the first month or so, Josh got his own bedroom. I’d been with one guy for far too long, and the Master likes to keep his boys slutty. Once we were in our own rooms, I only saw Josh occasionally at breakfast, in the gym, or by the pool. I asked permission to fuck him, but Master said that I’d had my turn, and it was time for Josh to gain some experience.

I shouldn’t even have thought about him. I was too focused on my workouts and my suntan. And my Master’s attentions. But I kept thinking one thing over and over – Josh had come to rescue me. Even if neither of us could say it out loud.

I didn’t remember Master taking me, not until he’d told me to recount my story. But now I’d seen him take Josh. I’d heard all the words, watched all the lessons, seen all the conditioning. I was starting to understand exactly how it worked, and I had enough of my mind left to do something with that understanding.

It was far too late for most of the guys. Some of them had been here years. They were the Master’s now, until the day they died. But there was no reason I had to keep up that tradition. Maybe there was some way out of here.

I’d seen the guards. I’d counted them. There were twelve at any time, and then there was Master. There was one door, the front door of the mansion. The rest of the compound was surrounded by a tall fence that I felt couldn’t be climbed. But there were windows here in the basement. I’d spent a lot of time staring out them, watching the waves. The beach was far below, but I was sure I could make the jump and escape that way.

Of course, I couldn’t do it alone. If I could get someone to come with me… but the only person here who wasn’t a complete zombie for Master was me.

Well, me and Josh. He was here to rescue me.


I started drinking coffee at breakfast. First one cup, then two. It didn’t seem to set off any issues with my programming, even though my body craved fruit juice. I’m pretty sure if you drink enough coffee it shakes off the brain fog that Master has installed on all of us. With enough coffee in me, I could even resist jerking off.

The first day I’d tried, I hadn’t gotten off in nearly twelve hours. At that point, my programming kicks in and my hand drifts down below my waistline. Usually it’s just a few quick tugs and I’m ready to wear that cum stain around all day. But when I really tried… I kept my hand out of my pants for almost five seconds.

I was shaking from the effort. Then a wave of relief came over me and I remembered how much I loved Master. How much I wanted to obey my programming. The cum brought re-enforcement of my orders, and I was a loyal toy again.

Weeks went by, and each day I managed to hold off for longer and longer. Once I went almost a full day before I blew my load. I could have gone longer, except Niko were both down in the gym working hard, and he needed to get that latino ass filled. I couldn’t resist.

Finally I was ready. I’d had cup after cup of coffee with breakfast for the past week. I hadn’t jerked off in… maybe three days? An eternity, for sure. Whatever it was, this was the weakest that Master’s control had been since I’d arrived. I could almost remember what my life had been like before Master.

I found Josh up in his bedroom, fondling his balls, staring out the window at the shoreline. I wondered if he was thinking about escape too.

“Yo yo, Josh," I said. “Do you know how long we’ve been here bro?”

He turned to look at me with permanently confused eyebrows. “Huh? Here where, Sawyer?"

“Like… here at the mansion," I prompted.

“I… I don’t know,” he smiled. “Why’s it matter?"

“I was just thinking. Do you think we could escape? From the mansion, I mean.”

“Why would anyone wanna escape from Master?” he shrugged, dismissing the idea.

This was going to be harder than I thought. For some reason, I just assumed he’d be as ready as I was. But I couldn’t leave him behind.

I bit my lip and stared at the floor. “I just… I wish we could go back home.”

“We are home, silly,” he giggled. “Does somebody need to get a blowjob?” he asked with an playful grin, moving his hand towards my tented speedo.

I took a deep breath. My head felt cloudy again. Maybe the coffee wasn’t working as well as I’d hoped. Josh had been pushing hard in the gym and he wasn’t that skinny anymore. More like a typical gymbro with a focus on chest and arms. Just looking at him made me want to…

“Come on,” I managed to say. “Let’s go for a walk.”

We walked in silence for a while. It was really nice outside, sunny with a cool breeze. There were only a couple toys in sight, lounging by the pool.

I glanced at the fence. It wasn’t even very high! I knew I could make a break for it. I didn’t have any other plan, but I knew….

“Come on, let’s go back inside,” Josh said, tugging on my speedo.

He was turning around before he even finished the sentence.

“No, wait,” I said, grabbing his hand. “I wanna keep walking.”

“Why?” he asked with that confused look again.

I didn’t have a good answer, so I just stopped and looked at my feet. I felt weird.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I gritted my teeth as a wave of dizziness came over me. I had the overwhelming urge to just close my eyes and sleep.

“Josh, we can escape from here,” I whispered at him. Why did I feel so dizzy?

“Noooo…” Josh whined. "I don’t wanna go away. Let’s just go inside and fuck, okay?”

“Josh…” I started.

I couldn’t remember what I was going to say.

I was so tired. I just wanted to curl up in the grass and go to sleep.

“Come on, bro,” he said gently. “Let’s go back inside.”

He turned and started walking toward the mansion without me. I saw him tap on his watch and raise it up to his mouth.

“Sawyer’s trying to escape,” he reported simply. He was calling security on me.

That’s right. I was trying to escape. Why couldn’t I just…

Alarms were going off, all over the house. I heard boots thumping down the stairs. It would only be a few seconds until…

Until what?

Sawyer is trying to escape, I thought.

“I’ll come back for you,” I shouted at Josh. My legs were moving now, hard earned muscle working to plow through the garden and over the fence.

"You can’t escape!” Master’s voice rang out behind me.

I vaulted the fence in a single motion, spinning around on the other side to see just how close he was. I couldn’t see him anywhere. I tore off my watch, throwing it in the dirt and making a run for freedom.

I didn’t slow down until I was in the woods, miles away. His voice was still ringing in my head like he was standing right next to me.

“You can’t escape!”


“You can’t escape!”

That was the first thing that flashed through my mind in the morning. It’s been almost a year since I broke out of the Master’s compound, but I still hear his voice in my head. My therapist thinks I’m obsessed with an abusive ex-boyfriend, and she’s not wrong. I am obsessed.

I’m trying to put my life back together. I’ve got a new job bartending at this dive bar of a gay club. I put on an impressive amount of muscle when Master had me trapped, and the guys at the bar tip well when you put on a show for them.

I’ve got my own studio apartment too. Up in the hills, with a clear line of sight down to the Master’s compound. I bought a telescope and I learned how to use it, and now I spend hours each day looking over Josh’s shoulder. Figuring out how I’m going to rescue him.

But I just keep coming up blank.

I can’t figure out how to get him out. So everyday I follow the same routine – wake up around ten, hit the gym, work on my tan, and then stare through the telescope until it’s time to go to work again.

It’s the same thing every day. I still hear Master’s voice in my head, but I know it’s just because I’m so worried about Josh. Master isn’t actually stalking me. Master has probably forgotten all about me.

After I escaped security was increased around the entire compound. The fence got much taller, and he stationed guards around the perimeter. It wouldn’t be easy for Josh to break out, even if he figured out the mind control like I had. Besides, after a year in there, I doubted he was thinking many thoughts at all.

I’d seen him through the telescope, and he just wasn’t the type to think his way out of a situation anymore. He was young, hot and muscular. Not the bodybuilder I’d become, but a real stud. I followed him on Instagram with a fake account – he looked damn good. The less he wore, the better.

I couldn’t really blame him for posing mostly naked on the internet. I mean, when you’ve got it, you’ve got it. Look but don’t touch, right? I did exactly the same thing behind the bar. And it wasn’t like my photos weren’t out there, still being passed around by gay guys who dreamed of bedding a guy like me.

Most of the time I felt sorry for Josh, but once in a while I just felt envy. He had a clear path forward – I was going to therapy twice a week, trying to get all the hypnotic triggers out of my skull.

The whole thing was surreal. A couple times, I almost gave up. Almost called my family, almost went back to college, almost tried to pretend like it never happened.

Except I almost had a plan.

Every Friday, around 2 PM, a limo pulled up in front of the compound. Master would take three or four of his toys, each of them dressed in a suit and tie, and they’d depart for… somewhere. The car usually got back around three or four in the morning, after I got home from working at the bar.

I couldn’t get to Josh when he was in the mansion, but maybe I could get to him on one of those Friday trips. Luckily, one of the regulars at my work is a techie kind of guy, and he’s got a major crush on me. I gave him this song and dance about how I thought my boyfriend was cheating on me, and he hooked me up with a GPS tracker to stick on the car. I’m pretty sure my techie bud thinks that a confirmed cheater for a boyfriend will drive me right into his arms.

Or at least into his bed. Man, I haven’t gotten off in so long…

The tracker was small, and the limo was pretty big, and I don’t think they were expecting me. It idled for maybe twenty minutes, waiting for the Master and his toys. It only took me a few seconds to sneak out of the bushes and plant the tracker under the back bumper.

Josh wasn’t one of the toys that day, so I did the early shift at work and watched the tracker on my phone throughout.

“Wow, your boyfriend is some kinda rich kid, huh?” Brian said. He was my tech guy, enjoying couple cocktails on me tonight. The tracker showed that the limo had gone to a salon first, then a spa that cost more than I made in a month. From there, the toys went to some swanky hotel that’s supposed to have one of the best restaurants in the city. I did a little searching online - apparently the restaurant was closed for a special event.

“Yeah…” I said. “I think maybe he’s seeing someone who makes a few more bucks an hour than I do.”

“Yeah,” Brian shrugged. “But there’s no way he’s got traps like you. Your back bro… it’s a work of art.”

“Thanks,” I said, sipping on a soda. “Thanks for the compliments.”

A little after midnight I’d gotten off work and made my way down to the hotel. The limo was still parked there, an urgent red dot blinking on my phone.

I made my way up to the 25th floor where the restaurant was. With my build and a bit of creative thrift-store work, I passed as one of the Master’s toys.

“I’m sorry sir, it’s closed for a private event,” said the hotel security guard. He was giving me a look, like he knew he couldn’t take me if I fought him.

“Oh my god, I’m sooooo sorry,” I gushed. “I like… went to find the little boys room and I got lost,” I said with my best vapid grin.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Oh well, guess I can’t go in,” I shrugged, turning to leave.

“Excuse me,” he said as I reached the door. “But…”

I turned, giving him my best “what?” look.

He cleared his throat, looking down at me. “You’re uh… you’re supposed to be working tonight, is that right?”

“Like, yeah! But I got sooooo lost,” I mumbled, looking down at my toes like an embarrassed kid.

His face softened, and he raised a hand. “Okay, come on in. Sorry man, we’ve got strict orders to keep this private.”

“Thanks so much,” I said, waltzing inside. I gave him a little wave and made my way into the restaurant.

The 25th floor was lit up like a Christmas tree. I passed a group of mingling people in expensive clothing, making my way to the glass doors of the restaurant. Through them I saw the toys standing around a large table. Men were walking by, stroking their muscle, giving them flirty looks. Shopping.

I slowly opened the door, keeping to the side of the room. I felt exposed for a few seconds, but soon enough I got a large column between me and the Master’s toys. The acoustics were good enough that I could hear Master’s voice, chatting with a potential buyer.

“Do you like what you see?” the Master was saying to someone. “This is Benji. He used to be on the gymnastics team at University of Texas. See those shoulders? That’s hours of practice on the rings everyday for years.”

“How much?” asked the man.

“For you? $6 million,” replied the Master.

“Little pricey for shopping retail,” the buyer laughed. “How do I know I’ll like him when I get home?”

“We offer a one night free trial,” the Master said smoothly. “Pick your boytoy, I’ll say the magic words, and he’ll do anything you want all night long.”

“Hmm,” the buyer said, clearly considering the deal. “And if he’s not the one?”

“You’re welcome to sample each of our toys, limit of one per week, no repeats,” the Master said. “But I think you’re going to like Benji, don’t you?”

“Yeah…” said the buyer dreamily. “I think I’m going to like Benji. Let’s do the test drive.”

“Hi Benji,” the Master said. “Have you met Josef? Josef’s a great guy.”

“Hello Josef,” Benji said, his masculine voice echoing through the room. “Why don’t we go back to your place?”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” said the buyer. He strode towards the exit, the short blonde jock clinging to him like a high schooler in love. I was watching them, mouth agape, when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Well hello…” he said. He was an older man, much shorter than me, and at least a hundred pounds lighter, and dressed in a suit that cost what I make in a year. “Did you wander away from the other boys,” he said, running his hand down my chest.

I felt myself blush, and I was about to indignantly deny it when he continued. “Or did you wander on purpose, if only to find someone like me?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. I had to play along if I didn’t want to sound an alarm.

“I see,” he whispered, kissing me on the lips. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I could feel how tense I was. Still, I managed to nod.

“I have just the thing to get you going,” he said, taking my hand and placing it on his crotch.

I recoiled instinctively. I’d played with plenty of men, but this felt too much like being back at the Master’s mansion.

“Oh, you’ll like it,” he said, leaning in towards me. “As soon as I saw you… I just knew I had to own you… What’s your name?”

“I uh… I’m Sam,” I said, giving his bulge a soft rub.

“Hi Sam,” he said. “You might be shy, but with a body like that… we can put in the work. I’ve got so much I could teach you.”

“Yeah?” I said, rubbing a little harder.

“Oh sure,” he said. “I’m Chris, by the way.” “Hi Chris,” I said, leaning in to kiss him.

“Not yet, baby,” he said. “I’ve got something special planned. Let me just go talk to Ed. I’ll get your price and then we’ll be on our way.”

He swished around the pillar, apparently going to find the Master. I took the opportunity and made a break for the door.

“Hey, are you lost again?” the security guard said with a grin.

“Nah man, just done working for the night,” I said, ducking down the stairwell.

I got away clean.


The next week, they put Josh in the car. I skipped out on work, watching the red dot obsessively, working out where he was every step of the way.

First the spa. Then the stylist. Then a rooftop bar high above the city.

The sun was setting in the distance when I made it to the roof. Security was tight, but the service elevator had been left unguarded. It seemed too foolish of an error for the Master to make, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I stayed near the railing, trying not to be noticed. Trying to figure out where Josh had gone. The toys were circulating, muscular frames packed into tasteful suits. Underneath, I imagined a rainbow of thongs and jockstraps, slutty and ready, no matter what fantasy their buyer dreamed up.

It was a perfect scene. Gorgeous men everywhere, laughing and drinking. Rich men surrounding them, getting to play out every single gay fantasy they could think of.

And then I saw him. The Master. Standing in the center of it all, laughing with a cocktail in his hand. He was dressed in a casual black suit. I dodged behind a plant, thankful that he hadn’t been looking in my direction.

Enough fucking around. Where was Josh?

I found him picking up drinks at the bar. He looked damn good, a thin cut blue suit that made his shoulders look like they were going to burst it open. A thin shirt that did nothing to hide his engorged nipples. Pants tailored to make his round ass stand out even more.

“Hey Josh, come with me,” I said, grabbing him by the arm.

“Oh my god! Sawyer?!” Josh yelped. I steered him into a storage room behind the bar, eager to get us out of sight.

“Josh, I need you to listen to me,” I said.

“Like, for sure! Where you been girl?!” Josh rambled.

“Take these,” I said, shoving a handful of caffeine pills towards him. “They’ll help you think clearer.”

“No way bro, thinking sucks! You want me to suck you…?” he asked, moving his hands down towards my belt.

“Josh… just…” I took the pills and forced them into his mouth, holding my hand over his airway until he swallowed.

“Dude, not cool!” Josh laughed, his hands still fumbling with my belt.

“Josh… you gotta think clearly man. Come on. Wake up,” I said giving him a slap.

“Ouch. Bro. Not necessary,” Josh said. But the sing song tone was gone from his voice. “I was gonna make you cum!”

“I can’t cum Josh,” I said. “And you can’t either. That just reenforces the Master’s programming on us. Come on, I can get you out of here.”

“Wait, Sawyer, I don’t wanna go,” Josh protested.

“Yeah, come on man, it’ll make more sense later. You can’t think clearly right now.”

“I can think fine,” he said. “That was one hell of a shot of caffeine. But I don’t wanna go man. I never wanted to go. This… thing the Master does. It’s like my ultimate fantasy. Just turn off the brain, turn up the sex drive. It’s all I ever wanted.”

“No, Josh, that’s just the Master’s programming talking,” I insisted. “You came to rescue me man. You showed up at his house and he took you too. Don’t you remember?”

“Sorry Sawyer, but you don’t know what you’re talking about. I figured it out man, I found out who abducted you and I tracked him down and I was gonna come rescue you but… I saw what he was doing to everyone. I saw how he was making you into a himbo boytoy, and I couldn’t resist.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

“All I ever wanted was just to be… I dunno, some bro. Get rid of these fucking smarts. Make it so I can just follow my urges, you know? Why do you think I joined a frat? I was hoping just hanging out with you assholes all the time would do it - but no, you treated me like the goddamn homework fairy. So I tracked down the Master and….”

“You let yourself get caught?” I asked.

“Of course bro. What kind of dumbass do you think I am? Just waltz into his compound and demand your release? He was never going to let us go. And he wasn’t gonna take me, not if I walked up to him on the street and demanded that he turn me into… well, into this,” Josh said, gesturing up and down his tight body.

“But if you came in to rescue someone…”

“Yeah,” Josh said. “If I came into rescue someone, he’d take me just to hide it.”

“Dude, I"m not leaving without you,” I said.

“Go man. You were right before, you gotta get out of here.”

“Not without you,” I protested.

“You’ll be doing me a favour,” he said. “I’ll just jerk off real quick, let my programming reassert itself. You leave, however you got in. C’mon man, I’ll even wait til you’re gone.”

“Fuck you,” I said. “You’re coming with me.”

It’s that old story about the immovable object and the unstoppable force. Eventually Josh crumbled, agreeing to come with me, just so I wouldn’t get recaptured. I could see that he was already planning his recapture, but I didn’t care. Once I got him out of there, I’d have lots of time to get the Master’s programming out of his head.

Don’t ask me how we got across the roof without anyone seeing us. A bodybuilder and a muscle boy aren’t exactly inconspicuous, but in this crowd we blended in. The doors on the service elevator were just closing when I heard a pitched voice.

“That’s him! That’s the one I tried to buy last week!” It was Chris, the older man from last Friday.

There’s no way to hurry a service elevator, and it only goes one place. By the time we got to the parking garage, Master was running towards it, his guards panting and out of breath.

“Run,” I said, grabbing Josh’s hand and pulling him forward.

We made it halfway across the concrete before Master raised his voice.

“FREEZE” he shouted.

Instantly I stopped running. Beside me, Josh slowed and turned to face Master too. Before the echo died down, we were both standing at ease, our hands clasped behind our backs, our feet shoulder width apart.

“No,” I said. “No, I had all your commands removed,” I protested.

“I guess you missed a few,” Master said with a wicked grin. “Sawyer, I’ve missed you. It’s been way too long since you were here. But it looks like you’re behaving badly. Again?”

“I didn’t want to go,” Josh spilled his guts. “I wanted to stay, but he wouldn’t leave unless I went with him.”

“Sawyer, I can’t believe you haven’t felt your programming in so long,” the Master said. “Have you honestly avoided cumming in over a year? Aren’t you horny for Master?” he asked.

Instantly I felt my dick go hard as a rock. My balls, so long ignored, were churning furiously.

“I guess that’s another trigger you forgot?” Master smiled sadistically.

“Please let me cum…” Josh moaned. “I just want to be your toy again! I don’t want to think!”

“By all means Josh,” Master said. “You can move.”

Josh’s hands whipped around to his belt. He tore at the buckle, getting it loose. The buckle made a loud ringing noise as he shoved his pants down onto the floor, his pink briefs quickly shoved down to allow access to his hard cock.

“FREEZE Josh,” the Master said. Josh looked pained, but he quickly brought his pose back to an at-ease position.

“Now Sawyer, I think it’s time you helped out your friend. Get on your knees and suck him off. And do a great job.”

I tried to resist, but the Master was staring right at me. He had me in the headlights. I felt the cool concrete through my dress pants, Josh’s hard cock in my mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” Master said.

I could taste the sweetness of his pre-cum as I worked his head like a lollipop. I’d only been sucking him for a minute or two when he started moaning.

“I’m going to…going to…” he said. I tried to pull off, but his hand fisted in my hair and forced my head down further onto his pulsing meat. I had no choice but to keep going, as he started to unload into my mouth. I felt like I was practically drowning in the stuff, and he kept on shooting more and more.

“Just let your mouth hang open,” Master ordered. I felt the cum slip from my mouth, staining my dress shirt. More and more pumped out of Josh’s throbbing meat, nearly hitting my throat before bleeding down.

“Bro, that was totally sweet,” Josh giggled.

I felt his hand pulled my head up, his sticky meat pulling out of my mouth. My shirt was covered in drying jizz.

“Look at you!” he said. “You look like a total himbo!”

“What do you think Sawyer,” Master asked. “Do you want to be a himbo again?”

I looked up at him. He loomed over me like a god.

“On your feet,” Master ordered.

I stood, facing him. I could see Josh beside me, fastening his pants and getting himself ready to go upstairs and be sold.

“I asked you a question,” Master said. “Do you want to be a himbo again?”

“Fuck you,” I said, spitting out the last of Josh’s cum onto my Master’s shoes.

He leaned in close and whispered a few words that only I could hear.

My knees buckled as my cock exploded in pleasure. I hadn’t felt an orgasm in so long, and this one felt like the entire year at once. I could feel my programming surging back, the forgotten instructions made new again.

“Thank you Master,” I gasped.


After I escaped again, I went back to tending bar at the same old gay club. They were a little pissed that I’d blown off work on Friday, but my body was popular with the patrons. I also let the owner fuck me – it’s hard to stay mad at someone when you’re fucking them.

Now that I know Josh wanted to be caught, I don’t worry about it so much. He’s with the Master, and I guess that’s the right spot for him. Besides, I had so much more time to workout and shop for cute clothes without him in my life. Like the tank top I started the night with, or the pair of lime green briefs that I’ll peel down to by midnight. Gotta show off this body if I wanna make the tips.

I’ve got a nice life. I like to work out, look hot, and get plowed by strange men after work. What more could a guy like me want?

“So like, yah, my cheater boyfriend is totally out of the picture,” I giggled, leaning over the counter and making sure Brian got a good look at my pumped up pecs. They’d be hard to miss from across the room, but I wanted Brian to get a good long taste of them.

“You seem so much more relaxed now,” he laughed.

“I am so much more relaxed now. I don’t have some guy telling me what I can and can’t do with my body,” I smiled, leaning in closer and giving him a peek at my briefs.

He certainly seemed to like what he saw, his eyes widening at the sight of my bulge. I winked at him as I stood up again, laughing to myself. Brian and I hook up about once a month. A little charity because he helped me with my problem.

I checked my watch, it was almost ten. The night was just heating up. Brian made a good backup fuck, but maybe I’d meet someone new tonight. I always met the coolest guys here.

The guy coming down the steps seemed familiar. A little bit older, clearly made of money… and that underwear model hanging off his arm…

Of course! It was Chris, from the Master’s party!

He looked a little different without the suit, but that handsome face was unmistakable. I waved him over, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, Chris!” I shouted.

“Huh? Oh, hey, is that you Sawyer?” he asked.

I flashed my dopey smile at him. Like, duh, who else is 225 lbs of muscle with body glitter and hot pants?

“Kiss kiss bitch,” I giggled.

“Wow,” Chris said. “I’ve only ever seen you in a suit man… seriously impressive. I’m surprised this place can afford you. This is my uh… assistant, Josh,” Chris said.

The underwear model… no, Josh looked a lot different too. My old frat bro had put on even more muscle, and Chris had let Josh’s hair grow down into a stylish mane.

“Sawyer and I are old friends,” Josh giggled, reaching across the bar and cupping my balls in his hand. He worked them for two or three seconds before releasing them. “He’s why I wanted to come down here! The boys at the mansion were telling me about how you were the bartender here, and I would have been crazy to not come down here immediately," Josh gushed.

“Look at you, being all sneaky,” Chris laughed. "I’m going to go find us a table, Josh, come find me whenever you’re done chatting. And Sawyer, why don’t you join us for a nightcap after your shift?”

I was nodding before Chris was even done talking. Josh and I hung out for a couple minutes, but I really did have to get back to making drinks. It’s hard enough to remember all the orders, even without all the distracting hotties around me!

“So, I like… saw your trip to the Bahamas on your Instagram,” I said to Josh with a wide grin. “You look like… sooooo happy bro. You’re such a good kept boy.”

“I try my best!” he laughed. “And that’s why you’re going to get a big tip tonight when you come back to my place.”

I giggled. I loved it when guys talked dirty to me.

“And look at you! Working man! I can’t believe Master just let you escape!” he laughed.

“Yeah, but I guess I was just too much trouble for him,” I giggled, slapping my ass so hard it jiggled.

“Well, you look like you’re working just fine to me,” he said, giving my buns another squeeze.

My cheeks turned red. I felt more pressure in my briefs.

“I’m just like… so happy you’re happy bro,” I giggled.

“Yeah, me too! I’m so like happy you’re happy bro!” Josh giggled.

The place cleared out around 2:30, and soon it was just me cleaning up while my Boss and Chris chatted.

Josh was playing around on the dance floor, flexing and trying to catch his reflection at every angle. Every time he saw his fat ass he giggled again. It was nice to see a guy who was so comfortable in his own skin. I think that’s why I ended up getting along with him so well, we both knew we were studs, and we loved having fun.

“Sawyer, get that ass over here,” my Boss yelled from across the room. He was sitting at a table with Chris and a stack of bills from Chris’ wallet. “I’ll clean up tonight. Have you met Chris? Chris’ a great guy!”

Inside my head, I could feel the wheels turning slowly. I’d given Chris a good look over before - he was good looking, but not my type of guy. But now, with the strobe lights off and a couple shots in me…

Damn, Chris was fine. And Josh was a pretty sweet piece of ass too. More than anything, I wanted them to…

“Hello Chris,” I said, feeling the words falling out my mouth. Boss always did this. He was always hooking me up with the hottest guys. I loved it so much.

“Why don’t we go back to your place?”

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