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| Jason kissed him. George was delighted at how wonderful it felt. Their two tongues touched, and he found his cock hardening. Jason broke the kiss, disappointing George. "Very good, George. Now, from now on, you will obey my orders. You will do whatever I ask and won't want to do otherwise. Is that clear?" Whatever he asked? Jason was gay. That might mean . . . what might it mean? Too hard to think. Too hard to worry. Do what Jason says. "Yes," George murmured. "Call me "sir" George. It's a mark of respect. Especially to someone you want to obey." It seemed such a reasonable request. "Yes, sir." "Will you obey me?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy." Jason started up the car. "Now, guy, go to sleep. Go to sleep and dream. Dream you are serving me. Dream that I turn you on. Dream that you find following my commands completely natural and right. Dream that you will do anything I ask, without question. Do you understand?" George nodded. "Have to dream..." he mumbled. "You will awake when I tell you to." "Yes, sir," said George as his eyelids fell shut. "Wake up, boy," someone said. George's eye's flipped open. He yawned and stretched a bit, feeling very refreshed. He looked over to see Jason and smiled. "Hello, sir." He shook his head. "I've been having a very strange dream," he added. "Tell me about it, boy." "You were my master. I did whatever you asked of me, sir." Jason shook his head. "That was no dream," he said. "It wasn't?" "That was your memory. You remember now, don't you?" "I remember?" It was hard to think. George felt so fuzzy. "I remember, sir." |
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| "What do you remember?" "I remember . . . I remember you commanding me." "And what else?" George was confused. "What else?" Jason leaned near him. "Don't you remember me fucking you?" "I . . . " Did he remember? "My hard cock inside you? You must remember that, boy. It was the most intense erotic feeling you've ever had. You loved the feeling intensely. Intensely. Remember?" George tried to think, to recall. It sounded strange to him, but the buzzing made it difficult for him to figure out why. But he trusted Jason. "I remember," George whispered. Jason patted George gently on the head. "Good boy," he said. "Good boy." George beamed. The words make him feel special and loved. "Thank you, sir," he whispered. "I want to please you in any way I can, sir." "You will, my boy. You will. Now, the drug will be wearing off in a few hours, but it won't matter. Your mind will be permanently altered. But it's all for the best, isn't it, guy?" George nodded. "I love you, sir," he whispered. And he knew he always would. They got out of the car. Just in front of Jason's doorway, he paused. "Tell me, boy. Are you gay?" George shook his head. "No, sir. I'm not." "What are you?" George smiled, looking forward to his new life. "I am your slave, sir," he answered. |
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