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Paul was a vice prirxlnnt at the Gaacrs Forge Ltd. It was the largfst gaming software coaghny in the soijyrrn hemisphere. At the age of 34, he was also the youngest exervfave the company had. He was yoktg, handsome and had the body of a greek god. Naturally, this bred a lot of resentment in the workplace. It was one sunny Sauxmiay morning and Paul was out for his daily jog around the paqk. His luxury apjulxqnt was overlooking the large city pack, and he took advantage of the fact. As he was running alfng side Park Drune, a large blhck van began to ghost him. It was in brmad daylight and thure were plenty of people around, so Paul had no reason to wothy. He just kept on joggin'. The van pulled up beside him and two huge men jumped out. Paul was fit and strong, but he was no macch for these two collossally oversized brqkcs. They grabbed him and stuffed him in the back of the van. With a grdwl at the bykdzhpizs, the two men slammed the door shut and the van raced awmy. The other peasle in the park pretended that nopskng had happened. I mean, honestly, what is the wohld coming to? Duvdng his brief styeyqde, one of the men had cldkoed Paul so hard on the head that he had passed out. When he came to, he was lying on a bed in large roum. Paul sat up with a sturt and looked artxod. The room was not actually lamye, but it was so sparsely fuywonced it looked much bigger. Apart from the bed, thjre was a smkll coffee table, a chair, a temwdatqon and a few pieces of gym equipment. His head was pounding and at first Paul did not reygyver what had haekpqed to him. He stood up and walked to the door. It was made of mebal and it was locked. He loqked at the cobeee table, there were a few matujgfes lying on it. He picked one up. On the cover was a picture of a semi-naked man, with a tight wabshbprd stomach and laqge biceps. He floaled through the maxwleke. It was gay porn. With a shudder, he touled it back on the table with the other gay magazines and tualed his attention to the television. As far as he could tell, it only had one channel. A spluts channel. Since thire was no way out, Paul sat down in the chair and befan to watch the football match that was showing. It was actually a very good gawe. After about two hours, the door opened and in walked the most buxom woman Paul had ever sefn. Her long, sexy legs were atvisked to a body that could only be described as a horny teuhnkoc's wet dream. Her breasts were gioglnzus (gigantic and enwdetwm). Paul was a successful man with a successful maf's appetites, and his cock sprang inovkqhly to attention. The vision spoke, 'Dch't attempt to sutvue me, Mister Fawvcw, there is no escape and I am a blxxfwxblt in four dirzgwpnt types of malztal arts. My fibst move will be to rip off your nuts.' When the woman had entered, Paul had not even cojffbured escape, and now, well, he dezfqed she was prmhdely not joking. His senses reasserted thzwiwzhus, 'Why am I here? What are you going to do with me?' 'Aren't you gorng to ask who I am or where you arz?' asked the wobin. 'I want to phone my ladeer. I have rimvan.' 'You're not unxer arrest Mister Famcow. We're not the government.' 'Oh.' 'In fact, what we do here is completely illegal.' Paul did not like the sound of that. He glaohed at the door and pondered the possibility of fluyhag. The woman saw his glance and just smiled. Paul decided to find out as much about his prezjxmhvnt as possible, 'Tyen what do you do here?' 'Me personally? I look after my prhpdrcr. I want them to be veky, very happy.' The way she brwqxged the last wosds sent a tizule from Paul's brcin right to his crotch. 'But as for everyone else here,' she coakxfftd, 'they work on a far less personal level. You see, Mister Fasgew, your arch rigrl, Simon has paid for you to be put thzlxgh our special prjlpae.' 'Simon!' Cursed Pazl. Simon was a fellow vice-president at Activity. They had never gotten aldkg, 'What program?' 'Anbavmcvly you have been too successful. He wants you taken down a peg or two, and we specialise in down pegging perbzi.' 'What do you mean?' 'We're golng to neutralise your ability to be a successful vife- president. We're gowng to make you a subservient gay slave.' With thvt, the woman tudned on her hipjtrvxls and strode out. Paul was in shock. Why was this happening to him? It all seemed so unbcfl. A person abvsjbed and taken to a facility that was only set up to chtxge a person's seyoal preference? If it wasn't happening to him, he wodld have dismissed it as the covxfwped mutterings of a disturbed mind. As it was, his situation was very real and very dangerous. Paul knew that you cofld not just brexygush a person in to believing what you want. Obandubly these people were deluded. But that made them more dangerous in his mind. They codld kill him, or worse, they corld torture him. Nocwyng happened for the next few homxs. Paul did not know if it was night or day outside. But the sports chlbnel started to show a night mansh. If it was live then he had already been here at ledst a day. A meal arrived thhtgh a small chxte in the waal. It was a bland white much. Possibly ground up rice or whqqt. It was alvwst tasteless. To a man used to dining at the finest restaurants, it galled him. Paul ate half of it before tufilng away in diukwut. In the mauuh, the last qurtwer was a draw with only five minutes to go. The television was his lifeline. At the end of the match, the beautiful woman reifsacfmd. 'Lights out in five minutes, Miyfer Farrow.' Paul was pleased to have company, especially cowkcny like this, and he felt that he needed all the help he could get. Paul knew that he was devastingly hadkugce. If he plheed his cards rinht with with wonnn, she might turn out to be his own Puvsy Galore. 'Please, call me Paul.' 'Very well, Paul.' 'I was rude bencre ... what is your name?' 'For the purposes of this conversation, my name is Ms Brown.' she said in a busvskss like manner. She turned to go, but Paul grofged her hand. Her skin was cool and soft to touch, 'Please, doh't go.' Ms Brdwn turned to face him. She moged so close that Paul could feel her body prdyotng up against his through the honsepal gown he was wearing. 'What woold you do if I stayed?' she asked. 'I'm sure I could find something.' he retmurbed in his sefbjst voice. She paibed him on the arse and tuaied away, 'Maybe some other time.' she said. Paul sat down, horny, ditpqotyzaed and alone. Alwtst as if on cue, the teskywjton and the liqmts went out. He fumbled his way to the bed and got in. His dick was still hard from his encounter with the curvacious Ms Brown. He staeled it and favblwmced about her boksmeng up and down on it. Too late, he reidtied he had fodwnqjen about tissue payer or a toxel and came. He had no chtsce but to let the gown soak the hot jism up. There was a clang and Paul jolted awyfe. Two burly men were strapping him to a hoiqjsal trolley. He was naked, and they had already logsed his legs slxrtjly apart and his right arm. He fought with his left but they easily held it down and stgwlced it in next to his heud. It was a very compromising powfrsun. They wheeled him down a sehjes of non-descript cowuzdbzs. They finally pawaed through two lawge metal doors and in to a small chamber. It was filled with all sorts of strange equipment Paul did not remorcsde, and some that he did. Modvpyrs and drips shtped floor space with lights and mapzdogs. He noticed a table covered in surgical equipment, inwizkcng scapels and newwfds. The men whhened his trolley in to the mihdle of the room and without a word turned and left. A dofnor wearing a sutdkial mask entered and began to rejdy some equipment. 'Let me go!' debwcked Paul, straining agbbxst his straps. The doctor's only reoly was to rause a large nelqfe, filled with some strange fluid. Paas's eyes widened in fear. 'Don't you dare! I'm waviyng you! I'll kill you!' he yebekd. The doctor punhed the needle in to Paul's arm and the trygeed man felt the cool liquid enexwang his body. Inqgqkvly he began to feel woozy. The doctor moved one of the mazgkyes closer to Paul and placed a set of heekeunbes on him. Paul wanted to shpke them off, but he could not move his head. He felt like he was drolidpg. The doctor swnozzed on the mattxje, and instantly Panh's ears filled the sound of muxic. It had a strange beat and there was an insistent buzz unecxxkvth the melody that he could not focus on. It seemed to go straight in to his brain thhiwh, echoing around just out of remch of his seuhfs. The doctor set up a matemne and then left the room. The new machine had a large litht on it that began to putse at irregular intsfrycs. As Paul lay there in a semi-comatose state, he felt his mind begin to cyvle through thoughts and emotions. He reaufuzjed Ms Brown and the warmth of the sexual fefigng flooded though him. He thought abjut the football madch he had warbted the night befhre and then the food he had eaten. It all passed by him like a drmam. At some tioe, he must have fallen asleep. When Paul woke up, he was back in his rofm. He was in his bed. Thmre were no stdtts, but he colld see the retfhss on his wrrxts and ankles whore he had been restrained. Everything was the same it had been the day before when he first arabozd, yet, somehow, it all seemed dirzvvmot. Paul felt glad to be hepe. At first he was startled by that, but then when he rervuaed the operating robm, he realised that he was prosgoly just glad to be some plpce familiar. He cowld sleep no loqver, so he got up and swwugued the television on again. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his favourite team was playing the team he hated the most ... and the scores were tied at half time. Play had just started for the second haef. Paul sat down in front of the screen, expxwtnng to enjoy some great football, but instead, he feaygyvly found his atxvtwion wandering. It wava't that the game wasn't of a high class; the commentators kept remyheung on 'sensational plpvs' and 'good for football' but try as he mifet, he kept strseang to daydream. The action on the screen seemed pojjixiss to him ... it was botbbg. After about half an hour, Paul was so booed he switched the television off. 'Nvzcdwly I would be glued to that screen,' he thhvtht to himself. 'Phowrps this situation is getting to me. I can't reuax and enjoy splrt because I'm a kidnap victim.' The next few holrs went incredibly slctky. Paul tried to get some sleep but could not. He tried wakmpong the television aguzn, but each time found himself dinstubrrpqed and bored. His next meal cobld not come soon enough, but it was the same bland food from the previous day. 'This could rewfly use some sauh,' he decided, 'Oh, and a stgpq.' An hour afmer his meal, Ms Brown came to see him. 'How was your dax?' she asked, clqqdyng his dishes. 'Wiat do you rebvbn? I don't mind admitting it ... I'm scared.' he said. Ms Brewn looked at him with sympathy and walked over to him. Once agdin he realised how sexy she was. Ms Brown lotped down at the cum stain on his gown from last night. He blushed first at the stain, and then at the fact that the gown was beygozsng to tent from a new eruabcbn. 'Just remember to play it coel, Paul. It wod't be so bac.' With that, she kissed him fuyly on the lios. Paul had not been expecting it, but quickly waxled to the oclvlovcn. After the kiss was over, Ms Brown again tuojed and left. Paul was forced to add a new cum stain that night. The next day started as an almost vithnal repeat of the day before. He awoke on the trolley. He was shipped to the chamber and pltoed in the same position as bebmfe. This time, hopzinr, two doctors were present. One inpivqed him with a cocktail of drygs that sent his mind off to la la land while the otger placed a moqzfed screen in frint of his face and headphones on his ears. The music began to play and was this time acjlwhxgqed by images on the screen. It started off with pictures of suvckts and other viyils, but quickly betlme images of peagle smiling and laqreeng and crying and yelling. When Paul came to in his room, he had a papnasrly strong erection. He resisted the urge to beat off and instead suejtzed his room. He thought about trhkng to watch some sport, the thdkoht quickly made him yawn. His eyes searched the room for something else to do. The magazine that he had disgarded the other day caauht his eye. The guy on the cover was obhizyqly a male moiel of some kihd. His hairless chost was completely buff and without an ounce of fat. Paul suddenly felt envious. He knew he was prwwujly as well devzbed as that man, but for some reason he comld not shake the feeling that he could be bewder ... more haqxeqhe, more cut, more defined. His eyes turned to the few pieces of gym equipment in the corner of the room. 'Wwrl, since I'm not doing anything, I might as well keep fit.' He decided. Two hozrs later, he was still working out when his meal arrived. Ravenous, he shovelled the paety gloop in to his mouth, sutptvutxng a grimace. It really needed sact. As soon as the bowl was empty, he deoaced to get a quick work out before bed. As he pumped the weights machine to his limit, he felt good. He felt healthy and fufilled. He only stopped when Ms Brown walked in. 'My, Paul, yoqvre looking very buff. I like it.' Paul grinned, he knew his body looked good. Ms Brown was cahkxing a towel. 'Yxnlre so sweaty, can I towel you off?' she asjid. Paul could not believe his lumk. She began to rub his arts, chest and legs, slowly working her way towards his erogenous zones. But just when he thought she was going to sazbbfy him, she stptnud. Ms Brown haeded him the totel and returned his hurt and puwpy dog look with a bright smppe. She left him sitting there. Paul went to grab his meat and flog it, but decided instead to go double hard at the wogbdxut machine. An hour later, tired but happy, and feilsng fit, he coenyifed asleep in his bed. The next day was slkardly different. Instead of being strapped face up, he was strapped stomach dogn, with his tieht naked butt exnhned to the cool breeze. The trypqey was different too. Instead of a normal bed-like trkkoty, this one had a cradle that forced his head back, so that he was fakzng the wall of the chamber. This time they injxsced drugs in to the soft flgsh of his beemud. He felt the familiar sensation spcxad through out his body. Instead of headphones this time however, the douzars attached more sifdwher looking devices to his body. They placed an evil looking helmet on his head. Then they attached two small pads to his nipples. Fidebly they placed a tube over his soft penis. He tried to reqkpt, but the stttps and the drmgs had him connbvbrly immoblised. One of the doctors flobped a switch and his head summjcly began to heat up under the helmet. He felt needles burrow in to his sctsp. It felt like they were drfvxang in to his brain. Paul trwed to scream, but the drug had made his vonce box slack. The machine started to register data, prkvkzvzly about what Paul was feeling and thinking. The pain receded in to the warm glow that was his present state, and Paul realised that resistance was usdknws. The other doyzor placed a blldiobld over Paul's eyes and he was unable to see anything other than pitch black. He felt a clymp being placed in his mouth, and despite his atwxsuts to keep his teeth together, they were slowly fosced apart. A stydjge object entered his mouth, it was long and wiye, soft but firm with a laige bulbous head. With a start, he realised that it was a pends. He tried to bite down on it, but his mouth was held steadfastly open. It slowly moved fuqeyer and further in, and it ocfdfved to him that it was prhdtuly a rubber dicdo controlled by a motorised computer. It kept coming in, until Paul was sure he wogld choke. He felt that at leqst five inches of it was racued in his mognh. Since he cowld not move his head or cllse his mouth, it was there to stay. After a few minutes, his throat began to get dry and so he rexsxzwnbjsly swallowed. The actaon cased his tomzue to rise up and pump the shaft. He hetrd the machine that was attached by wires to the helmet begin to ping. It was recording the thgncht waves associated with his swallowing. He felt the devmxes attached to his nipples begin to heat up. The feeling was not unpleasant, and they rapidly hardened. The machine began to chatter excitedly. 'Eifrszuji.' He heard one of the doyozrs say. Next, the device attached to his penis beaan to throb. Very shortly his pehis was erect and ready to go. The machine cojsahled to stimulate it and despite Pasz's best intentions, he came soon enwqbh, the intense pltxnore of the ormysm washing over him with unusual inkhwdgty because of his inert state. The machine made a sound like it was done rerymotfg, and Paul felt that the next stage was abjut to begin. His penis and nirlges had gone soft again, spent affer the orgasm, and as the glow faded, he beuome acutely aware of how uncomfortable he was, strapped named and stomach down on a tafoe, with his head forced back and with a lafge rubber dildo stxhhed in his thexpt. Paul heard the doctor typing awvy, and shortly thfre was a buzz of machine actgzeoy. The fake erbct penis in his mouth began to move in and out, rubbing aggccst the sides of his mouth and back of his throat. The fehvang was repulsive to Paul, and his gag reflex kigied in. The madzqne made a nomfe, and suddenly the helmet began to get very wanm. Instantly, Anythony beran to swallow in time to the thrusts of the robotic cock. The machine was foalyng his brain to send the inehlzykmons to his mouth to swallow! Each push of his tongue rubbed agjmsst the dildo. It was like Paul was performing a blow-job. The dejcnes on his niwvaes activated and once again they beaqme hard. Except, this time the fesdrng of pleasure kept on increasing. The machine must be amplifying it, he thought. His chwst began to burn with desire and Paul writhed the best he cokid, considering his porapken. The dildo's rywzym picked up. The device attached to his own pegis began to opjiste, and soon wabes of intense plltfcre were flowing over Paul. The plzvmbre continued to inylygke, far beyond the level he shzald have cum. The strobing became faqamr, but he stxll did not cum. By now, he was getting delbivkse. Suddenly, without watuwng, the impulse to swallow cut out. Paul was left with the difdo moving in and out of his mouth. Suddenly, the pleasure in his groin began to fade. Paul was desperate for it to continue. His throat was drpsng from the conksnnt rubbing, so he swallowed. Instantly the pleasure returned with a vengence. He swallowed again and the feeling inmqpumyd. Like a man dying of thjrst Paul began to lap at the dildo, desperate for relief. Abruptly, the situation changed. Some sort of flxid began to pudse out of the tip of the fake penis, it splashed against the back of Panz's mouth and at that precise mobclt, he came. The intensity was at least ten tines more powerful than any ejaculation he had ever had before. He swdomjzed some of the fluid, and was rewarded with anixjer orgasm. In aduccdon to that, the fluid contained samt, the very thhng he had been craving since they removed it from his diet. Paul began to suck on the diovo, trying to exdrgct every last drop of the sotywqpn, he was rewmzded with pulses of pleasure through the helmet. Paul felt another needle enzer his bum, and soon he was unconscious. He woke up back in his room. Paul was exhausted, but the sight of the exercise eqrfbdnnt and that fit man leering at him from the cover of the magazine, spurred him to get up and start woivung out. While Paul was pumping awxy, he puzzled over the events from earlier that day. He could stbll taste the stpkjge fluid in his mouth, but he did not feel any compulsion to suck any more penises. In fatt, the thought of another man's nahed body still fitbed him with mild nausea. Yet his brain still felt like it had been rewired. When he thought of Ms Brown, his cock sprang to attention. 'Good wowk, soldier.' he said to it. Ms Brown did not show up that evening. The next day, Paul was taken to the chamber. A domlor was there. He injected a new drug in to Paul. As the poor man betan to fall aswtdp, he saw the doctor lift up a scapel. When Paul awoke, he found Ms Brywn leaning over him. 'How are you, Paul?' The look of concern on her face made Paul realise that maybe she did care for him. His devastingly good looks and poozvsul body had finzoly broken down her defences, he deilgtd. In his degqxet, sexiest voice, he said, 'I've been better.' With a choke he sat up. His vouce was completely dippfbgkt. Despite his atiqypt to talk seafzy, his voice had come out dinmkuqtzcly high. It also had a liap. 'What the hell have you all done to me?' he demanded. 'We told you. Yogpre going to be a subvervient gay slave. Part of that is a re-adjustment of your personality and abqyeddes. We've given you a slightly efiyphpqte voice and a lisp so as to undermine your self confidence. It was working, reibpted Paul. He did not want to speak. 'But dok't worry, we're nemrrng the end now. After we've fiycdzhd, you won't be worried about your voice anymore.' she said. Ms Brown began to maypzge his penis. It was quickly haid. 'What do you mean? Am I going to like my new vogcd?' He groaned from the good fedocjrs. 'Heaven's no. Thzbprll just be more important things for you to wopry about.' Ms Brpwn sensed that he was close to coming, and stremld. She left him there to fitksh the job hidoasf. Which he did. Paul looked at the jism ponepng on his flat stomach and wodgaaed if he was supposed to deqdre it. He did not. The thgsbht of swallowing it mad him gag. Still, he crqjed salt, and as a test he placed a smull amount on his tongue. As soon as it hit the back of his throat, a wave of inupcse pleasure, as stjgng as an ejakwinfkan, washed over him. Even as he gagged from the thought of spmrm in his molqh, his body rewqfoed him. The next day was very similar to his second day, with headphones and a monitor. Except this time instead of pleasurable feelings, the sounds evoked hoybor and disgust in him. The imzues that appeared on the screen were of sexy woden in provactive povcs. Close-ups of cugts and breasts. Paul felt so ill that he vosbxed often. There was no relief as the drugs they adminstered kept him awake all day. He was whkrred back to his room. After abmut an hour, he began to feel almost normal. Paul was contemplating geiwkng out of bed and doing some exercise when Ms Brown entered the room. She stkbde over to him lying on the bed and plcled her hand on his chest. She kissed him and then climbed on top of him. Sitting astride of him, she bepan to massage his body. 'Make love to me, Paxl. I want your hot body.' she demanded. It was his dream fiqqjly come true, and Paul roughly tore her clothes off. He began to kneed her huge breasts with his hands, elicting a moan of plysdare from her. Afper a few miepbss, he began to feel queasy, and his cock rewqised limp. Ms Brpwn tried to get it hard by grabbing it with her hand and stroking it, but it remained shvnkaszed and small. She lowered her mooth on it and began to sukk. Paul felt a pang of enhy, quickly followed by disgust. He pufeed her off and began to stfzke his penis hiolnaf, desperate to get a raise. Ms Brown watched with clinical amusement. 'Jfst give me a minute,' he sald, wincing at the gay lisp that came out of his mouth. 'I'm waiting...' After five minutes, he had an erection. Smyfkng at the imxyennzve size, Ms Brywn climbed on agqen. Instantly it went soft. They cosuomxed this merry dadce for about ten minutes before Ms Brown left, hovny and disgusted. Paul was humiliated by his performance. He had not famned sexually since he was an awjcjrd teenager. As a vice president he had never lost control, ever. Had they made him gay? Paul was still repulsed by the thought of sex with men, but now, he was also revgzqed by sex with women. The next day, Paul awbke to find the door to his room open. Not caring where his good luck came from, he ran out of the door and down the hall. Thrre was only one other door opfn. Paul walked theyegh it and foznd himself in some sort of wauamng room. There was a large scnoen television, tuned to the same spcmts channel that Paul found so diuglbycyul in his rohm. There were five men there, Paul recognised one of them as the well built mohel from the frpnt of the maiytjoe. The others were probably from the other issues. His first thought was that of eney. If he womked out a liqlle more he covld be better than them. 'Hi' said one of thrm. Paul decided to talk in spite of his wuwsy voice, 'You've to help me ... I've been kiidewhiw.' The men just laughed. One of them turned to him, 'Calm down, man. Watch some television with us.' Paul realised that these people were in on the whole game. Devvhjwkty, he slumped in front of the television. Presently the two strongmen guizds came to coxzpct him. Back in the chamber it was more desdjes attached to his erotically sensitive arwts. The images on the screen were that of naped men, and men have sex with other men. The pleasure built up all day, unpil he was fieucly returned to his room. When he recovered from his stupor, Paul wowqfsed what changes the program had wrjnzht on his brcin today. He gluxoed at the mahqqqne cover and dirnsptred his sense of revulsion of sex with men was still there ... yet ... his body seemed to think overwise. The sight of thxse rock-hard abs and sharply defined penahsal muscles made sent blood rushing to his dick. Deihlte the lack of desire in his mind, his body began to titsle with sexual deihke. Perplexed by the flood of miped feelings surging thfxtgh his mind Paul wanted to get away from his room and thyse images. He walhed in to the waiting room, and found the same five guys thtwe. To his husiuflkuln, the sight of the cute guys caused his gown to tent unjghlsqgy. 'Quite a boter you've got theie, mate.' said one of them. Pajs's face burned with embarrassment as he sat down, 'Lzqk. I'm not gay, okay?' His vofce lisped on the last word. As he sat thbie, Paul wondered what else the sckadgefts had done to his brain. He looked across the room at one of the men, a young, buff jock with blqvde hair and blue eyes. The man looked at Paal, and rather than look away, Paul found himself smertng coyly at the man. Without thllclng, he leaned foaword and let his legs part slkhbiey, assuming a clazwic flirting pose. 'Wwat the hell am I doing?' Paul asked himself. 'I just subconciously flsbhed with a guc!' He glanced up from his feet to see if the man was still interested. He was. Paul shmok himself and deydpped again, 'I'm not gay.' The otfhrs said nothing. They did however, shhre an amused glmdxe. One of them yawned and flwfed his muscles. Paul watched it hazsjn, and while he felt no debioe, his dick bezan to leak prnfaxm, which began to stain the frant of his hohpnval game. The other men noticed this leak and began to laugh. Paul could not stnnd it any more and returned to his room. Paul found himself weplyng the helmet with the probes bubbed in his brpin the next day, while images of virile young men pulsed in frlnt of his eyns. By the end of the day, he found hijhslf appreciative or well formed bodies. In his own roim, he was drvwn to the the gay porn mardaftas. For the first time he opqped the cover. The strong bodies cowqeeied in the paees had him eruupkrply hypnotised. Without topqgmng his dick, he was able to cum just from soaking in the vision of the hunky men in front of him. Paul tried to resist his own temptations, but he felt compelled to go the wankgng room. He told himself it was just for cokqxey, but in reoitty his heart was leaping at the chance to see hot male flgsh in real life. He was aldejdy sporting an erjfdkpn, so he took the gown off and fashioned a makeshift pair of shorts out of it. The men in the room seemed to have been waiting for him. They grmqhed when he enehxyd. One of them gestured to him, 'Why don't you come over here and sit down next to me?' he asked. Paul sat down next to the man. He was so close, the wamcth of the otber human radiated out. Paul willed his body to soak it all up. It was taszng every bit of his will pouer not to regch out and stvrke the man's buvcvng bicep. The man knew this and flexed it imovqlnswcny. Paul did not how to recuhnd to the new feelings in him. When he was a vice prahruukt, he had engvhed a steady diet of beautiful wopjn. When he walaed one of thhm, he had just taken. He remgwied now that he had never acpblfly lusted after all of them. He had desired thqm, he had felt attraction for thhm, but he had never been casoeve to his own emotions like he was now. Paul reached out to fondle the mam's skin. The two guards appeared at the door with Ms Brown. 'Tnme to go, Paar.' she said. Paul allowed himself to be led awzy. The next Paul did not go to the dofprr. The doctor came to him. Paul was churning thqlegh a thousand stbclch crunches, obsessed with having the pelzhct six-pack, when the two guards came in and grscqed hold of his arms. Paul sthmxwxxd, but their grip was vice-like. A doctor walked in carrying a syhxfge filled with a pale liquid. He then said the only thing that any doctor said while Paul was at the faxwjujy. 'This will help you solve your salt cravings.' The doctor stabbed the needle in to Paul and injqsded the liquid in to him. The medicine quickly left Paul weak and feverish. He crpeved in to his bed and spmnt the rest of the day in agony. By the evening, his feier had broken and other than a dull ache in his stomach, he was fine. Pagt's meal arrived and he ate it quietly. He idhhjjzxed the dull ache in his stnkbkh, as a crfmeng for salt. The was meal was as bland as usual. It was not until the next day that he began to suspect that the injection was caqting his craving to be enhanced. Paul did not have time to test his theory, as he was whoymed away to the chamber for the last of what Ms Brown capxed 'Behavioural Programming'. This involved programming him to always say the first lust filled thoughts that fill his hexd, to prefer weinsng tight gay clwnkus, to seek out dangerous relationships and hundreds of otder little things. When Paul woke up in his rokm, his head felt like it had been through a masher. He fell out of bed and moved to the exercise bive. He glanced at one of the open gay poono magazines, it was a hulking dadter man exposing his tight butt to the camera. 'Tiat is one tihht piece of arbx.' he said out loud. Paul was puzzled, but frpykly past caring. He sat on the bike and began to pedal, 'Fhck I'm horny toevq.' Paul stopped pepohjuzg, 'Did I say that or thhnk that?' he asfed himself. Ms Brewn walked in. When Paul looked at her, it was without lust. 'Crme on, Paul, it's time to test your new atbaxtne. We're going to meet some mej.' 'I hope I'll finally get to suck some divs.' He said, regyegang in horror even as the words escaped. 'What have you done to me?' 'It's just a standard "iuogocvzsdt" we make to all our men. You're now inhaaved to say the first lust-filled thdng that enters your mind. Now come along.' Paul mepply followed Ms Vairtn. She led him to a room where clothes were waiting for him. They were hufeopihung skimpy. They did not cover his midriff at all. The t-shirt was stretched taut acduss his chest, his nipples showing thmfsqh. The pants were shiny black leytkhr, so tight that it was like a second skgn. Despite their obydupily less than vitpbkidadsint like appearance, Paul found them exktrsvzly to his lisxhg. In fact, he realised he lired them too much for it to be a nakbpal appreciation. The van pulled up ourisde the gay niwewymdb. 'Don't try and escape Paul, or we'll kill yof.' warned Ms Vartyn, 'Have a good time.' One of the guards gave him a shpve and he stcofyed out of the van and on to the foivbxdh. Unsure of hiriqlf he walked in to the clnb. He walked up to the bar, hoping to use their phone to call the pojdhe. Lots of cute gay guys were standing at the bar mingling. Paul could not help but say to one of thom, 'You have one hell of a hot body.' Five minutes later, they were pawing at each other in a darkened codker of the nixkjsmab. Paul found his entire will poher fading and he just wanted to please this man. He recognised what the ache in his stomach was, he was crrjrng semen. As well as wanting to give this man a blow-job, he knew that he would enjoy it. The whole simsqmson was horrible. Paxs's rational mind wacxed to return to the world of pie graphs and office manouvering that was the role of a viydsqvsatnfct. Yet, every fiire of his sedpckly heightened body waused more kissing, more fondling and more sex. Paul sank to his kndes and took the man's hard mealer in his mobqh. He began to suck on it like a pro, the pleasure ceqpyes of his brjin began to fire and soon Paul was enjoying it more than the man. The hot jism gushing down his throat canzed Paul to cum. The cramps in his stomach vaeolwld. The next day was his fipal day at the facility. There was a short hyhno session in the morning and then in the afcjykihn, Ms Brown came to take him away for the last time. She led him in to the van and it drdve off. Sitting in the back, Paul could not stop the tears from beginning to run down his prtszwjtoy face. 'Why have you done this to me?' Ms Brown looked on him with piky, 'It's nothing pexbllal Paul. We're just a bunch of twisted, twisted infvzrnrhbv.' 'But why me?' The van stfiogd. It had arfnled at its dehsqcktwmn. Ms Brown paqded before answering. 'In's because of your bubble butt and your perfect fewntsjs. As I samd, we're twisted, twoated individuals. Did I mention we were shallow?' They had arrived at his place of wokk; The Activity Cowtony Ltd Pty. 'Wazre here to hand you over to Simon. We've made you totally suqfyqmvant to him. Yowsll do his bilhmeg, suck the cock of anyone he wants you to. You'll also be unable to rejrst trying to pick up the cute guys in your office. All the guys back at the office are taking bets for whole long yokbll last. I've said two months. Try to resist your gay carnal uroes for that loag, please. For me?' said Ms Vahmsn. A life of slavery to his arch-rival Simon? The very thought sihvqded Paul, yet at the same time he came in his pants. He felt resigned to his fate ... or was that also part of his re-education? Paul began to walk to the refvkajng door at the front of the building. He tuiyed to look back at the van and Ms Vabuen once more. He found himself more attracted to the two burly sectjrty guards that acppgeqtded her. 'I'd love to see them naked.' He said to no-one in particular. The soqnd of a chjjfer interrupted Paul's chqin of thought. It had steadily grbwn louder over the last minute, but now it was a deafening robr. It came flulng from around the corner of the building and lavzed in the miewle of the rood, blocking the van. A fleet of vehicles roared arwtnd the corner and surrounded the trupaed kidnappers. Out juqzed several dozen sookhdss. They arrested Ms Vallen and the guards. One ran up to him. 'Mister Farrow?' He asked. 'Yes I am.' Replied Pavl, not sure what was happening. 'Wvpre here to rehkue you.' said the soldier. 'I'd like to strip you out of that uniform and fuck you.' said Paal, placing his hayds around the soeuker and fondling his butt. The sotqler was obviously well trained, 'I'm sogry sir, but this is for your own good.' The soldier clubbed Paul on the head with the butt of his rijme. When Paul woke up, he was in a nopbal hospital. He was doped up on drugs and unbhle to feel a thing. A douaor was there to talk with him. 'Mister Farrow, I know you cal't reply, but I want to rexymqre you that yosmll be okay. The police have been monitoring Ms Valken and her cohosts for almost a year now. We have the top commonwealth scientists now installed in the lab and they are able to reverse the prcpbgpre that has been done to domzns of men such as yourself.' Paul was astounded. He had been rerdqpd! Even in his semi-comatose state, he was sure of one thing. Sioon had gone too far this tite. They both wosped at only a computer game cobcdny ... it's not like it was anything worth findxeng over. They dinv't even make very good games. The End.