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Sinister Intentions -Chapter 8

by slyleather

Chapter 8

Brennan escorted Tyler down a small concrete corridor, this was the first time Tyler had seen anything outside of the two rooms since being brought here. Brennan stopped and opened the latch on the last door on the right, at the end of the hall. He placed his hand on the small of Tyler’s back and guided him through the door, followed by Sean and Shane. The red lights around the baseboard came into focus as Tyler looked to his right at the leather padded X standing about a foot out from the wall. Tyler knew he was to receive more training. Sean immediately went to the computer console on the small table just to the left of the leather couch that squarely faced the X that Tyler would soon be bound to. Shane walked to the shelf to the left of the X and prepared the tools that would be attached to Tyler’s body to make his programming more ‘stimulating’. Brennan escorted Tyler to the leather covered X that would hold him firm during his training session. Tyler knew what was to happen as he willingly stepped onto the small platform the X stood on, and positioned himself to be restrained, as Brennan began to shackle his wrists and ankles he noticed Tyler’s dick begin to rise, “your anticipation seems to stimulate you enough.” Brennan said, locking the last wrist restraint in place. Shane approached Tyler with the tit clams and placed them on each of Tyler’s nipples, as they squeezed the ends of his nipples, Tyler felt a soothing exotic sensation course through his body. Shane began to move behind the X to insert the metal rod in Tyler’s ass, but was stopped by Brennan, who had walked over to the shelf and retrieved a nice long rubber butt-plug. “That won’t be necessary my slave. He has been accepting his programming well, this is more befitting of his progress.” Brennan said, moving behind the X, as Shane returned the metal rod to the shelf. Tyler felt Brennan slide his hand between the cheeks of his as and insert a gloved finger into his hole. Tyler exhaled as he felt the leather-covered finger penetrate his hole. “Just breathe and relax my slave, soon you will be completely mine, in everyway imaginable.” Brennan calmed, as he slid a second finger into the hole. Once Brennan felt Tyler’s hole had been sufficiently lubed and prepared, he slid the butt plug into Tyler’s ass. Brennan smiled as he could hear Tyler trying to withhold the sounds of pain that wanted to escape from his mouth, but Tyler was doing all he could not to cry out. Once inserted, Brennan returned to face Tyler and told him, “You are very brave my slave, you took your butt plug well. I am so proud of the progress you’ve made.” Brennan stroked Tyler’s face as Sean readied the program. Brennan retrieved a cigar from the pocket of his leather vest and lit it. He could see worry in Tyler’s eyes, “Just relax Tyler, this is most exhilarating stage of programming. It will enslave you to me forever. Just relax. Afterwards there will be great satisfaction for you.” Brennan said as he removed the cigar from his mouth and held it up to Tyler’s. Tyler immediately knew what was expected of him, he stretched his head forward and took a long, deep draw from Brennan’s cigar. He inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs and held it there for a couple of seconds before arching his head upward and exhaling the thick smoke into the air. “There that’s better.” Brennan said replacing the cigar in his mouth and walking over to the leather couch to enjoy watching Tyler’s training.
“Thank you Sir.” Tyler said as he felt his body relax a bit. The three 17-inch screens in the ceiling lowered, as Shane unfolded the speakers from the side of the headrest on the leather covered X and positioned them to form a perfect hexagon around Tyler’s head. Tyler waited for the screens to come to life and the music to start, but this session was different. Tyler heard someone leave the room and he hoped it wasn’t Brennan. The two screens on either side of the center screen slowly came to life with the swirl of black, blue, white and red colors. On the center screen he saw a large beautiful man in leather uniform with sunglasses walking getting closer and closer in the screen, the large man knelt down in the screen and removed the sunglasses, it was Brennan. “Hello my slave, there is no escape now, only me.” He heard Brennan’s voice through the speakers, as the picture changed to a close up of Brennan sitting on the leather couch, smoking a cigar, it was a different Brennan than the real one he had seen only minutes before, “Relax, breathe, everything is going to be fine, relax my boy, just relax. Feel all the tension in your muscles release from your body. Breathe deep, that’s it, in and out, in and out, breathe deep and relax.” The picture changed to a close-up of Brennan’s face as he took a draw off of his cigar and blew the smoke directly into the screen toward Tyler, “Look into my eyes, look deep into my eyes and relax. Relax as you look deep, all of your worries are no more. It’s safe, this is a comfortable place, relax and breathe deep as you look into my eyes. Focus on my eyes, look past them into my soul. It feels so warm and inviting, a place to relax, just relax there, relax. That’s it.” The voice said as Brennan took another draw from his cigar and blew the smoke at the screen, the blue, red, black and white streams of spiraling colors seeped onto the middle screen and became the background of it as Brennan continued to entrance Tyler, preparing his enslavement, “Breathe in my smoke Tyler, it will relax you, breathe the smoke deep into your lungs and let it relax you as you look deeper into my eyes, so inviting, so comforting, relax, so warm, so safe, relax, just relax. That’s it.”
Tyler’s body had become limp and his eyes glazed over, as he was fixated on Brennan’s eyes staring at him on the screen. Tyler felt like he was completely washed in Brennan’s warm, inviting soul, as he looked into his big brown eyes and saw power and what Tyler thought could be heaven. “Listen to me Tyler, let my words become part of you.” Brennan’s voice on the screen said as his face on the screen took another draw from the cigar and blew the smoke into the screen, “everything I say to you, you greatly desire, your life has changed, listen to my words, let them wash over you, covering your skin, sinking, deep, deep into your soul. My words become part of you. Listen to my words, listen as they become you, as they become part of you, listen to my words, believe them, trust my words, trust Master’s words, relax as my words take root in your soul, do not resist them, they are truth, they are good, relax, trust my voice, trust my words, breathe, relax, sink deeper, deeper in to my soul as my words take hold of your soul. Surrender to my will, surrender your soul, relax and breathe, surrender yourself, obey and surrender, you desire to obey, only obey, relax and obey, sink deeper as you obey. You only want to obey.”
Brennan’s voice continued to sound through the speakers, pulling Tyler deeper and deeper into an inductive trance. Tyler’s eyes were hopelessly fixated on the screen as the video Brennan on the screen continued to stare at Tyler while blowing thick billowing balls of smoke into the screen causing Tyler to surrender deeper and deeper into his Master’s soul. His Master was devouring Tyler, there would be nothing left of the old Tyler at the end of his programming session.
“What do you desire to do, my slave.” Brennan’s voice inquired of Tyler.
“Obey.” Muttered the now entranced Tyler. His eyes couldn’t blink they were devotionally fixated on the Brennan on the screen, with the swirling colors behind him, blowing his thick cigar smoke into the screen.
“Very good my slave, you are my slave, my slave, my boy, you are slave. Let my words wash over you, they make you warm, the truth of my words will make you safe and feel loved. You want to feel loved, believing, trusting, following my words as they sink deep into your soul and become your only desire, your will, your reason for being. Trust my words Tyler, trust your Master, I am your Master and you are my slave. The old Tyler cannot exist anymore. Your mind and soul have changed, you are gay now, you serve leather in your sexual desires, you desire men. The old Tyler is gone. Only the new Tyler exists, slave Tyler, you are my slave, a leathered slave that worships his Master, trust my words, believe your Master, let Master’s words become your existence. You want to worship your Master, I am your Master, you must serve only me, desire me, worship me, give everything you are to me, I am your Master, I am your GOD!”
There were several warm feelings coursing throughout Tyler’s body as electricity from the nipple clamps slowly caused Tyler’s body to feel heat. Tyler’s mind began to absorb his Master’s words like a sponge, his being, his life, his mantra was being formed by his Master’s sweet symphony of soothing words as Tyler’s mind began to conform to it’s new station of being a slave, helplessly devoted to his Master, his god.
“Just let Master’s words move through your body, sink deep into your mind, your soul, it feels so soothing to obey Master, to listen to Master. You want to be with Master forever, you are Master’s slave. Master’s slave you will always be, devoted only to Master, you are slave, slave obeys Master, slave serves Master, slave is obedient to Master, you are slave.” Brennan’s voice through the speakers continued to ensnarl and enslave Tyler’s mind, body and soul, as his image on the screen turned to Brennan dressed in leather chaps and vest laying on a leather sheet with the same background of hypnotic swirling blue, white and red colors. The Brennan on the screen was smoking a fresh cigar and stroking his cock of 9 inches as he blew the smoke into the screen, Tyler’s enslavement continued, “Slave pleases Master, slave serves Master’s desire, Master desires slaves mouth, you are slave, I am Master. Serve Master, be Master’s good slave, obey Master, slave obeys Master, you are slave, you are slave, slave needs to serve Master, slave submits to Master, I am Master, I am Master, slave surrenders to Master, you are slave, Tyler is slave, you are slave, surrender to Master, you must obey Master, without question you obey Master, you desire Master, I am Master, you are slave, only slave, obeying Master, serving Master, slave serves Master with desire, you are slave. Who are you?”
“I am slave.” Tyler replied in a hypnotic trance induced monotone.
“Yes, very good slave, it pleases Master, you desire to please and serve Master as you obey. What do you desire slave?” Brennan’s voice continued.
“Slave needs to please Master. Slave must serve Master. Slave obeys Master.” Tyler responded submitting deeper to his Master’s will.
“It pleases slave to obey, to serve.” Brennan’s voice continued as the image of him on the screen changed to that of Brennan’s head with a split image of his cock moving back and forth in front of his face as, “Slave must service Master’s every sexual desire. Slave wants his Master’s cock, slave needs his Master’s cock, slave desires Master’s cock, in slave’s mouth, in slave’s ass, desire Master’s cock, worship Master’s cock, worship, worship Master. Slave obeys Master. Master needs slave to worship Master’s cock, Master’s body, worship Master’s leather, adore Master, serve Master. Master’s cock will fulfill slave. Slave cannot exist without Master’s cock inside slave, you are slave, you must serve Master’s cock, you are slave. Slave worships Master, slave serves Master, feel it deep it your soul, you need Master’s cock, slave needs Master’s cum. Master’s cum satisfies slave. Master’s cum will please slave, only Master’s cum can please slave, serve me my slave, worship me my slave, I am God. Master is God, Master’s cum is holy, slave worships his God. Master is slave’s God. I am God, I am Master, I am your salvation, slave needs Master’s salvation, salvation through Master’s cum, Master is God, cum is salvation, accept Master’s salvation, deeper slave craves Master’s cum, the satisfaction, the glory, the salvation Master’s cum brings slave.” Brennan’s cock on the screen oozed thick juicy cum from it’s slit as Brennan’s voice continued, “slave needs Master’s cum to fill him, you need my cum to fulfill your soul’s desire, your need, you are slave, slave cannot live without the sweet salvation Master’s cum brings. Tell Master who you are and what slave needs.”
“I am my Master’s slave, I need to serve Master.” Tyler’s monotone voice replied.
“Yes my precious slave.” His Master’s voice said.
“Master is my God, the only God, your slave cannot live without Master’s cum, without serving Master forevermore. I exist to serve only my Master, my God. Only serving Master can satisfy me, make slave whole, save slave’s soul. You are my God, my Master, slave serves no other.” Tyler’s monotone voice began to show emotion as he pledged everything there was of him to his glorious Lord and Master.
“Slaves words of devotion please Master. Master’s words fill you and remain in you as begin your service to your Master.” Brennan’s voice said as it faded from the speakers and the screens dimmed. The door to the room opened and as the screens returned to their place in the ceiling, Sean and Shane walked in and each moved to the leather X that had held Tyler in place and jointly removed the tit clamps and manacles that had held Tyler during his enslavement, but the butt plug remained inside Tyler’s ass. Tyler was silent as he stared at his Master standing before him smoking his cigar with the same leather chaps and vest that he had been wearing on the video screen. His cock was dangling, waiting, between his leathered legs for Tyler to be baptized in the glory of his cum. Sean and Shane in equally dressed leather chaps, vests and boots also wore leather jock straps and their usual leather collars, as they escorted Tyler the few steps from the X to stand in front of Brennan.
“You have done well my slave. Now you must be baptized in service to your God and Master.” Brennan said as he acknowledged to Sean and Shane, who each placed a leather-gloved hand on one of Tyler’s shoulders and guided to his knees.
Tyler knelt before his God and stared devotedly at his Master’s divine rod of flesh. He looked up into his Master’s heavenly eyes as Brennan took a draw from his cigar. “Take all of me Tyler and claim your rightful place as my eternal slave, as you suck, do so in remembrance of me.” Brennan said to Tyler.
“Yes my Master.” Tyler acknowledged as he stared at the head of his Master’s cock and eased to it, opening his mouth. He licked his lips one last time as he closed his eyes and slid his mouth over the head of his Master’s cock, he continued devouring the massive cock before him down to the root. Tyler’s swallowed, allowing his throat to expand as his Master’s cock arched at the back of Tyler’s throat. He breathed through his nose, so as not to choke. He felt his God’s leather-gloved hand rest on the nape of his neck. Tyler began to use his tongue to gingerly stroke the underside of his Master’s dick and slowly move his head back and forth, sliming his Master’s rod of manhood with his saliva. Tyler had never tasted or felt anything so wonderful in his life; he felt his own cock begin to rise as the bliss of knowing an eternity of slavery to his Master had begun and the joy washed over him. He was in a peaceful, happy, heavenly place of content as he moved his mouth up and down the shaft of his Master’s divine dick. Brennan released small amounts of pre-cum from the head of his cock as Tyler continued to milk his Master in order to retrieve the blessed cum from his God. The pre-cum fueled the need and desire of Tyler as he stroked Brennan’s cock with his mouth in greater passion and desire for what was inside it. Tyler opened his eyes to see the long, thick shaft of his Master’s cock disappear and reappear from inside his mouth as he moved his tongue and mouth up and down the shaft. He wanted it, he needed it, wanting nothing more in life at this moment than to taste his Master’s cum. He felt his Master’s cock begin to stiffen even greater inside his mouth as Tyler moved his mouth up and down the shaft at a greater pace and intensity, he felt Brennan’s gloved hand squeeze the back of his neck as he pushed Tyler’s face completely to the root of his cock. Tyler felt his Master’s cock convulse as he felt the release of cum from the slit of his Master’s cock explode in the back of his mouth and fill his throat. A warm feeling of nirvana washed over Tyler as he swallowed his God’s milky manna down his throat. He felt it inside his stomach and was overcome with devotion for his Master. Tyler closed his lips tighter around his Master’s cock as he allowed Brennan’s cock to leave his mouth, making certain that no morsel of cum left his mouth; he wanted to savor every last drop. As Brennan’s cock lay limp before Tyler, he bowed his head in submission to his Master, looking at his own cock still erect and smiling at the joy of slavery to his Master and God. “You are my devoted slave. I live inside you now.” Brennan said as Tyler felt a piece of leather sliding around his neck, he felt it pull tight and heard the clasp of the lock as he reached up with his own gloved hand and felt the leather studded collar that now adorned his neck as it did Sean and Shane’s, the physical symbol of his enslavement to his Master. Tyler felt his cock throb at the warm flush of pleasure that washed over him from being collared. “The worldly symbol of your enslavement to me, but you have swallowed your true mark of slavery.” Brennan said as he took the cigar from his mouth and positioned it in front of Tyler’s mouth, “Take it.”
“Thank you my Master.” Tyler said as he opened his mouth and took the cigar from Brennan’s fingers and inhaled deep, he couldn’t describe his ecstasy and bliss if he had to, he worshipped his Master, there was nothing else that mattered to him, who had made him feel like more of a man than ever before in his life. He would die for his God, if his Master so desired.
“Rise my slave.” Brennan decreed of his new slave, as Sean and Shane assisted Tyler in standing up to stare into his God’s eyes, “Your enslavement to me is complete, however, there is still much work to be done.”
“As you desire, my Master. This slave exists only to serve and worship it’s benevolent God.” Tyler stated in devotion as he inhaled from the cigar wedged between his teeth.
“You please me so much my slave.” Brennan remarked, as he removed the cigar from Tyler’s mouth and replaced it in his own. Brennan glanced at Sean who had retrieved a piece of leather from the shelf across the room.
“Always and only to serve you my Master.” Tyler said, as he felt something being slid over his head. The leather hood fitted Tyler’s head perfectly as Sean slid it into place. Darkness engulfed Tyler’s world as he couldn’t see or speak through the leather patches covering the eye and mouth holes on the hood. He felt saddened as the vision of his God and Master disappeared from his sight.
“Do not fear my slave. Your Master is with you always.” Brennan said as he reached out his gloved hand, and clasping Tyler’s led him out of the room, followed by Sean and Shane, “A slave’s body must be changed to reflect it’s inner transformation and desire.”

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