Aberzombie and Bitch

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The newspaper ad read:

Male college students needed for modeling. Must be well-built and willing to

pose for our new catalog. Please come to 563 Highland Road for interview.

The next day, about forty guys from the local college came into the store front. All of them filled out applications along with in-depth medical information. The 22^nd candidate is named Victor; he is a slim but strong young man of twenty. He had blond hair and blue eyes and a structured jaw that made me drool. I invite him into my office.

“Hi, Victor. It is good to meet you.” He replies the same. “Now, could you tell me if you have had any experience modeling?

“I haven’t modeled before, but I’m hoping this is my chance.”

“Do you have any hesitations?”

“The only thing I am not willing to do is pose nude.”

I try to hide my devilish smile and say, “Oh, I’m sure we can work something out for you. Please take this to the man in the next room.” I hand him a card with his name on it, what we talked about in the interview, and his medical history.

“Hello…what’s your name?”

“Oh, Victor. The guy in the other room told me to give this to you.” I turned all the other candidates away.

“Okay. This is the portion of your interview where you get a complete physical. The only reason we require this is that our next shoot is in Chile. You don’t mind, do you?” Victor shakes his head. “Good, please take off everything but your drawers.” He obediently does so. “Okay, let’s get started.”

Victor’s height, weight and all the other things that go into a physical were checked. “Good so far,” the doctor said. “Please lie on the table.” The boy does so, and the doctor gently opens the plaid boxers. “Hmm. I’m afraid you will have to take your drawers off at this time. Now, this may tingle a bit, but don’t worry.” The doctor spread a thin layer of an anesthetic on Victor’s penis and scrotum. “It may feel cold for a moment as well.” His package begins to grow.

“Hey, what’s this about?”

  Oh, just normal procedure. This will allow me to check if there are any problems in this area. Relax. Here is some music for you to listen to.” The doctor hands Victor a pair of headphones. The music is very slow and relaxing, and the boy responds to it well. After a while, the doctor gives the boy an injection two parts of his scrotum (one by each testicle), and down the shaft of his penis. The boy doesn’t notice because he has drifted off into la-la land. The doctor then feels the boys chiseled chest, admiring it’s hardness. He pinches the boy’s nipple, and Victor jerks slightly. The doctor picks a vile up from the stainless steel table and opens it. He moves it in front of Victor’s nose; within seconds, Victor is completely out.

While Victor is unconscious, he is taken to yet another room where he is washed, his hair is shaved off, and an IV is given to him through his hand. He is then moved to the “control” room. There is a large chair, almost identical to a dentist’s chair, with as many gizmos and gadgets as a normal one, just different. Victor is placed in the chair and strapped down at the ankles, the waist and the biceps. Electrodes are hooked onto the boy’s chest, arms, legs, and head. He is still listening to the music, which has subliminal messages implanted in it. A sheath is placed around the boy’s penis and scrotum, with more electrodes than what was previously injected into him.

Several hours later, the boy awakens. “What the hell is going on here? I though this was a modeling deal!!!”

I come in and speak to him as technicians prepare the relearning process. “It is, but we need you to pose nude. Since you weren’t willing to do that, we need to help you along.”

“Shit man, I don’t want this.” He tries to get loose, but finds that there is no way out.

“Stop trying. It’s useless to do so.” He stops trying. The subliminal messages worked well to deplete his will power.

“Wait, I promise to do whatever you want, but not this.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s too late.” I nod at my crew, and the process begins. “I will see you on the other side, Victor. Good luck.” I exit the room and go to the observation area.

A visor lowers covering Victor’s entire head. A gas is release that will enable him to receive fully all the messages we give him. He relaxes and his arms fall limp. A voice comes through the built-in headphones: “Good, boy. Listen to what is said. Breathe deeply and slowly; take in all the air that you can.” The boy’s breathing comes almost to a halt, but I can see his chest rise and fall very slowly. “Listen to what follows. This phase of the program will relax you deeply so that you can learn all that we want you to learn.”

Restraints move in front of Victor’s eyes, forcing them to stay open to see the screen. A small red dot begins to flicker on the screen, but only to one eye of the boy. The other eye will shortly begin to receive subliminal instructions. The program begins to play the same music as before. The boy tries to speak, but fails to. “Don’t say anything, just breathe in…and out. Follow the program as you relax deeper and deeper.”

The program begins, and flashes come before the boy’s eyes, too quick to read. The boy’s breathing becomes longer and deeper. The visor lifts to the point where his chin and mouth are now exposed to fresh air. The boy has inhaled all the gas.

About two hours later, the boy is in a stupor, not thinking or moving. I go back into the room. I approach the boy on the chair. I press a button, which causes his body to move up for moment and come back down. He doesn’t register. A probe was struck into his hole. I begin the massage therapy by pressing yet another button. I activate his scrotum electrodes to a massage mode as well. The boy moans slightly. “Yes, you are relaxed and have no will left. We will now introduce you to phase two, reconditioning.” I give him another injection, this one relaxes the body even more. The boy is paralyzed within a minute.

“Activate phase two,” I tell my team as I come back to the observation area. This phase incorporates numerous stimuli, from the probe and electrodes to visual and audio messages.

A picture of a beautiful woman shows up on the screen followed by subliminal messages, oral messages and shocks, all aiming at telling this boy women are evil. These sessions are interspersed with pictures of naked men and comforting, arousing therapy. The boy feels more relaxed and his large dick begins to grow because of the repeated stimulation of massages. Messages, such as “Being naked is fun.” are programmed into this helpless boy. The intensity of pain goes up with the women while the length of time the pictures of hot men is increasing. Eventually, it is all men all the time.

Six-and-one-half hours later, the boy is in what looks to be a bedroom. He is still listening to the music and is still unconscious. I walk toward him. He is on top of the covers and naked. The electrodes have been removed, except for those injected into him. I take out a small remote control with three buttons on it (one for each module). I press the one on top, which stimulates his penis. It begins to grow, though he doesn’t move. It gets larger and larger to its full potential, 10 ¼ inches. Mmmm. I turn on the electrodes within his scrotum, which massage his entire pubic area. His penis is throbbing. I get closer.

“I bet you didn’t expect this today,” I mumbled to myself. I sat down next to the boy and stroked his chiseled body. I kiss him and lick his body, biting his nipples before I go down further. I find the little tufts of hair around the boy’s naval sexy, so I didn’t shave there. I am now caressing them. I move down and take hold of his shaft. I can’t fit my hand around it, but I know what would take it gratefully. I take my clothes off, put lubricant into my hole and go to it. The boy willingly accepts my actions. The massage feels so good.

Before I cum, I take myself off the boy and head up to his mouth. I open it and insert my hard cock. I move it up and down, up and down. The boy doesn’t know what is happening to him. I shoot a massive load into the boys throat. I get dressed. I still watch the boy intently, however.

I take out a small syringe from my shirt pocket and inject the fluid into the boy’s IV line. In a few moments, his eyes open but he still can’t move. “How are you feeling?” I ask him.

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing. You have just been programmed to be a model with no regrets.” He has also been assigned to do more than just modeling.

“Now, boy, who do you serve?”

“I must obey my master, the one who picked me for this position.”

“That is right. Now, turn over and spread your legs.” The boy does so willingly and I return the favor previously given to me.

I turn up the intensity of the electrodes and the boy groans and becomes more aroused. We stay in that room for four days straight.

Victor didn’t know what he had gotten himself into, but the twenty year old has become my full-time personal model…and slave.

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