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Matt loves his job as a delivery driver. He enjoys wearing that tight blue shirt because it makes his huge, beefy body look even better. Today, he has a few smaller packages to deliver in his usual neighborhood.

With one last look at himself in the rear-view mirror, he smiles, winks, and gets outside. Matt opens the back door, grabs the little brown box at the side, checks the name, and gets going.

He makes his way up the driveway, singing along to the last song playing on the radio. "Doctor Newman," he growls, reading the nametag right next to the black, wooden door. "Alright." Matt puts on his best smile and rings the bell. While waiting, he looks down at his chest and lets his pecs bulge against the thin fabric of his shirt.

Then he giggles to himself. The door opens, and a smaller but still good-looking guy opens the door, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?" The guy says this, looking at the parcel inside Matt's hand, over his chest, and back to his face. "Doctor Newman?" Matt says, his eyes wandering down as well, before he smiles again.

"Thats right." The man smiles too and awaits the light box. "Cool. That's for you." Matt hands him the box; their hands touch just barely, causing him to catch a burning gaze from the strange man.

"Thank you." The man says, biting his lower lip when his eyes wander down once more, admiring Matts phisique. "You're a big man."

"Do you hit the gym?" He says this while Matt takes a deep breath once their eyes meet again. "Ye...yeah. nearly everyday." He stutters, shocked by the man's obvious approach. "Do you mind?" The man smiles, gesturing for him to place a hand on Matt's chest. At first, Matt wants to take a step back, but something about this man intrigues him.

Those beautiful eyes staring right into his soul or the smooth, deep voice ringing through his every thought, but he tries to shake it off. "Eh. I mean. Ugh. Sure." Matt shrugs, and instantly, the man touches him firmly, feeling his pecs, his arms, up to his shoulder. "Man. Nicework, dude." The man appreciates every touch and smiles.

"Wanna come inside?" He says, his voice even deeper than before. "I..I shouldnt. I don't have much time." Matt smiles politely as he feels the man's hand massaging his shoulder gently. And it makes him feel so calm, even if he just wants to leave.

"Come on. Just for a minute. It will help you relax." He says, intensifying the grib on Matt's shoulder, his big hands now getting closer and closer to his neck. However, Matt couldn't resist anymore. Something in the man's eyes pulls him in. They are shining so brightly, seemingly changing colors, like a little, beautiful spiral. He feels his body giving in—all of him.

"Maybe, just for a minute." He growls as he feels the man basically leading him inside. "Good boy." The man smiles. Good boy? Matt can't believe what that guy just said, but he doesn't think about it much anymore.

Inside the house, a strange, delicious smell instantly invades Matt's nostrils, even deeper, right into his mind. Closing his eyes, he lets out a long, guttural moan. "Ya like the smell? Great. Some herbs, candles, and a special liquid I am just experimenting on The man says proudly, still massaging Matt's shoulder, leading him into the living room.

"Wha...ats its for?' Matt says, his head spinning slightly and his legs growing weaker with every step he takes, before he nearly falls to the floor. "Easy there, dude." The man catches him easily and helps him sit down on a massive leather sofa.

Matt leans back and spreads his legs slightly when he feels his dick growing harder. "Wha..t.. is...happen.." He stutters, but then the man sits down on his lap, his face just inches away from Matt. "I told you, boy. It's my experiment—a special combination of herbs and shit. It sadly has no effect on me anymore. After using it so often, it just doesn't work on me." He says this, now encompassing Matt's chest.

Both of his hands wander across his pecs, his hard nipples, his bulging arms, and his neck. "No." Matt moans, unable to move a muscle. "Don't fight it. It will be easier once you go under." The man frowns, his fingers now running a long Matts jawline through his beard, brushing over his soft lips. At the same time, he starts grinding his crotch against Matt's body, making it even harder to concentrate.

Instinctively, he follows the man's lead, and their bodies move as one. "Thats right." The man grins as he catches Matt's head, avoiding him drifting away right now. "Look into my eyes," he demands, and their gazes meet once more.

The eyes are shining even brighter, which makes the pretty spiral take so many beautiful forms. "Okay," Matt says, starting to drool a little. "Pretty, aren't they?" Matt nods. "Yes. So pretty." 

"Now listen, boy. It was your fate to approach my house. Your destiny was to find me today. You are meant to follow my orders. To obey my every word. You made that body for me. Just. For me." The man strokes Matt's chest firmly while his hand runs down his pecs, right between their crotches. "Yes." Matt's eyes start to roll back slowly, deep inside his skull.

"Now. Just follow my voice, deep down in your mind. I want you to bring all of your resistance, all of your will, all of you, into the tip of your cock. Now." Matt instantly groans heavily. His body stiffens and gets rigid as he bends his back against the man's body. All of him starts compulsing intensely. "That's good, boy. Just into the tip." He says this and gets up to pull Matt's shorts down, including his underwear.

The man smiles at the sight of the massive cock standing at attention, already leaking. "Very good. Now, get even harder, just harder. You won't cum until I allow it." He demands, and even though Matt is in severe pain, his whole body aching for the release, he follows his orders perfectly. "Freeze." With a snap of his fingers, Matt stops, now sitting on the sofa, fully frozen.

The man leaves the room and returns a few seconds later with an empty bottle. With one swift motion, he manages to insert Matt's rock-hard cock fully into the bottle. "Good boy. Now, when I tell you to, you'll fill this bottle with your precious cream. "Yesss." Matt nods slowly, completely under the man's control.

The man walks behind him and hugs him, with his hands cupping Matt's massive pecs. "When you cum, you will be mine. You won't resist. You won't doubt me. You will obey. Understood?" The man says it demandingly. "Yes." Matt groans in anticipation. "Now." He whispers into his ear, and without wasting any more time, he thrusts multiple times, shooting one load after another, monaing, grunting, and groaning angrily. The man needs to keep the bottle in place with one hand because Matt's movement is so rapid and violent.

After nearly a minute, the bottle is fully filled. Matt is sitting there, his shorts slipping down by his ankles, his dick covered in cum, sticky and smelly, but a satisfied smile spreads across his face. "So good, boy. You did very well." The man pats his cheek, causing Matt to smile even harder. He places the bottle on a table. "Get dressed, boy." He demands. Matt does as he is told. "Listen boy." As soon as you walk out of the door, you will leave this state. You won't remember anything. For you, no time has passed. You will feel pleased, however. And the next time you hear my voice, you will go under again and obey. Understood?:

The man massages Matt's shoulder again, running a hand along his massive body one last time. "Yes."

"Yes. Sir." The man pinches his nipples firmly. "Yes, sir," Matt moans.

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Soccer Boy - Mind Slave

I moved to a new town, got a new job, and started a new life. I wanted to start over, but all of that changed when I found my new roommate. Mike, 22, is chronically obsessed with the gym, playing soccer, and, what matters most, broke. He was looking for a roommate to basically pay rent while he spent all of his money on his body and his athletic career.

I simply couldn't resist. I saved so much money throughout my life that I could sustain that flat, pretending to be an office worker, when in fact, I use my time to take over men's minds and have my way with their bodies and their bank accounts. I tried to hide my desire in front of him, but somehow he saw right through me. It must have been the way I was looking at him working out, or maybe he realized I was going through his stuff.

One day, he confronted me, got angry, and called me a faggot. Still, he didn't kick me out; instead, he even teased me more and more, but got angry with me when he caught me looking. I needed him to obey me soon. One day, he joined me in the living room, wearing his soccer kit, while I was watching TV. "What are you doing here, fag?" He grunted, snatched the remote from my hands, and made space for him on the sofa. "Watching TV." I mumbled when he shoved me aside with his body, so I was now on the edge of the sofa. "Not anymore." He smiled for a second before giving me an annoyed look. I believed that if it were for my money, he would have gotten rid of me ages ago. But he needed me, and I wanted him.

I took my phone, unlocked it, and went to a specific app. A wonderful little thing I came across a year ago. It lets me remotely control any phone with this installed, sending signals, images, and electronic impulses through the device. While he was showering, I prepared his phone, just waiting for the perfect moment. I wanted him so bad, seeing him in his kit, his thick dick bulging already, and his muscles testing the limits of the shirt fabric.

With one little click, I sent a push-up note to his phone, a small message disguised as an Instagram notification. Mike took his phone and, with a smirk, opened it. Right when he clicked on the note, his screen turned dark before a spiral appeared all over the screen, a dozen colors spinning and turning, sucking him deeper and deeper. He instantly froze, his body tensed, and his eyes grew wide. "What the fuuuck?" he said, stretching the last word.

I could tell he was hooked right away. I have seen that countless times before. Those men, strong and buff, are mostly weak-minded. Easy to manipulate. "A pretty little thing, isn't it?" I said, moving a little closer to him. Mike moved his head to look at me, but something made him look into the beautiful spiral. "It...is." He nodded slowly, still focused on his phone. With one press of a button, I activated the second function of the app, letting it send low electric impulses through his hands and, later, his entire body. Mikes body twitched shortly, once, twice, the phone firm in his hand. I love seeing men like that, their bodies getting encouraged to tense and to grow bigger, and so did his. At first, his biceps grew larger, followed by his pecs, chest, and abs. They're now extremely visible through the shirt, and his nipples pierce through it as well. My eyes wandered down his beautiful body to his pulsating dick. It moved from left to right, up and down, dancing, wanting me to grab it. But I needed to be careful. I place a hand on his shoulder and lean in.

"Mike, can you hear me?" I said, and he nodded. "Yes." He started drooling slightly. "Good boy. Then listen to me. I want you to go even deeper into your mind. Let go of your physical form; let your body obey me; follow my every order." I said, intensifying the grip on his shoulder. For a second, it seemed like it wasn't working, until he leaned his head back, moaning quietly. Mike closed his eyes before his head sank down to his chest. "Heads up, boy," I said, and slowly, he did. I watched him sit there, drooling, his cock still twitching and his well-formed body pressing against his clothes.

I couldn't help but start to touch him. I placed my hands on his chest, stroking him harder and harder while he looked into the void, his normally bright eyes now dull and vacant. "So good." I chuckled nervously. Better than I imagined. "Lean Back." I ordered. "Yes." Mike said it like a robot and rested his back against the sofa while I kept touching his wonderful chest. I could tell he enjoyed it, partly by the derpy smile spreading across his lips and his cock tenting inside his shorts. "I want more." I ran a hand through my hair, thinking about what to do next. "Take your socks off." I grabbed his hard cock before he reached for his feet as I got up.

"Very good." I smiled and kneeled down. As Mike sat there, I fondled his big thighs, tracing the outlines of his tattoo with a finger before grabbing his cock some more. It was already leaking quite a bit—a wet spot spreading through the thin fabric of his shorts.

"You like it, faggot?" I said angrily, channeling his anger towards me. "Yes." He drooled harder while I began to move my hand up and down his massive cock. Mike started to moan loudly, again and again. "Fuck." I removed myself,got up, p and motioned for him to do the same.

"Take that shirt off." I pulled at it and watched him slowly undress himself.

"Very good boy, indeed." I said, and I took a step closer, placing both of my hands at his thick pecs again, before playing with his cute nipples. "Freeze." Mike's body tensed again, all of his muscles reacting to my every touch. I began to touch him again, firmly, with my hands encompassing all of his upper body.

My hands ran up and down his pecs, abs, and even up to his neck. I felt his shoulders, his firm biceps, and back to his beautiful chest, but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was slowly gaining consciousness again. "No." My whole body was shaking, and I panicked for a second before I saw his phone still lying on the sofa.

I took it and handed it to him. "Mike, look at the pretty spiral again." He nodded and looked at his phone again.

I needed to do something. And there was one thing I could do. I picked up my phone, opened the app, and clicked on the electrical impulse button. This time, I increased the frequency and power of the pulse. Mike's whole body got stiff and rigid while shaking slightly. "Can you hear me, Mike?" I said nervously, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth again.

"Yes." I sighed. "Good. Now. You will go even deeper. Let go of your struggles. Let me tell you what to do. Let your body be my slave." I said, and with that last word, he closed his eyes, and the phone dropped to the floor. I walked around him and hugged him from behind, letting my hard cock grind on his tight hole through his shorts. I needed to restrain myself, or otherwise I would have shot a load right then and there.

"Take them off." I moaned loudly, pressing my crotch against his arse. Slowly, Mike moved his hands and managed to pull them down without falling over.

Now just in his boxers, he stood there, drooling and his cock leaking more and more, staining his tight white boxers with precious cum. From behind, I grabbed his erect cock and played with it, jerking him off while he let out moan after moan. I felt myself leaking now too. "Kneel." I whispered into his ear, and without another word, he did. Enjoying the sight of my cocky roomate on his knees, I walked around, positioning my throbbing cock right in front of his soft face.

"Pull my pants down." I smirked and watched him grab my waist and slip his fingers inside my pants. Tenderly, he pulled it down, causing my cock to bounce, making me chuckle. I never imagined him sucking me off, and right now, I could live that fantasy. "Worship my cock, boy." I touched myself before he leaned in, kissing it, licking it, and touching it passionately. Mike steadied himself against my thighs and went all in.

I shot a load prematurely, the thick liquid pressing through the thin fabric. Instantly, Mike sucked it off before fondling with my dick again. "Good boy, now, suck." I grabbed my cock and felt him pull my boxers down. At first, my wet dick slapped him roughly, flushing his face with color, but he didn't mind. In a second, he took all of me inside his mouth and started to suck me off. And it felt good—so good, like fucking the perfect mouth—and even though he claimed to be straight, he must have done this before. Mike knew how to push my buttons, how to move his mouth, and how not to gag with my cock inside him.

It didn't take long for me to reach my limits, but before he could finish me, I pulled out. Just in time for me to cum all over his face. It spread all over his face; he flinched and groaned. The second one erupted towards his bare chest, covering him in my sticky cum. Again and again, I shot another load, covering him fully. "Fuuuuck." I moaned, trying my best to control myself. As soon as I went dry, I stroked Mike's face, neck, and chest, rubbing my cum into his skin. "Like that." I pet him playfully while he just nods.

His eyes rolled back for a second before a derpy smile spread across his face again. "Get up." I said, and he did. I could tell he enjoyed it too, given the massive wet patch all around his still-throbbing dick. "Are you done?" I touched his neck and his dick. To my surprise, he shook his head. "Follow me then." I led him into my bedroom and sat down on the bed, motioning for him to join me. Turning him around, I hugged him from behind again, one arm on his chest, the other around his neck.

"Now for the finale." I breathed down his neck, choking him slightly. Mike didn't fight back; he took a deep breath, awaiting my commands.

"Every time I touch you, you will get hard. Your body will crave my touch; it will crave a release from my hand and my will." I said, stroking him lovingly while choking him. I managed to pull his wet cock out of his briefs, causing him to groan breathlessly. "You can touch yourself and play with yourself; nothing will make you cum. And once the pressure gets too high, you will get back into this state and follow my orders." I said, tightening my grip. Instinctively, he grabbed his own cock with both of his hands, trying to make him cum, but nothing happened. "Do you understand me?" I said, letting him breathe again. "Yes." Mike moaned, and his body went stiff again. "Once you release yourself now, this will be your reality. You will be mine; you will be a slave." I stroked him while he took another breath. "I will be yours." He said that, and with that, I wrapped my hand around his cock. With one move, the tip erupted, and I aimed for his chest again. This time, it was his own cum. I loved seeing his body twitch, his eyes so blank, and his cock so hard.

After a minute of shooting massive loads, he went dry as well, and I released Mike. "Get up and get clean, pig." I pushed him, and he stood up. "Once you're done, you will get out of that state again and won't remember a thing about today. The condition is what stays." He looked at me with his eyes shining slightly, nodded, and left. 

I fell down onto the bed, touching myself again. This is going to be fun.

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big cop conversion

Officer Josef enjoys being a cop, wearing a uniform always makes him feel so manly and tough. Hes sitting inside his police car, his arms bulging against his uniform, and his hand rests on his thighs, stroking himself subconciously.

Its pretty quiet at the moment, which isnt a bad thing, so he tries to relax a little. He moves his head from side to side, gently stretchinh his neck. The officer exhales and closes his mind. The air all around him grows thicker, making it harder to breath. Josef takes several deep breaths, with his whole body tensing more and more. One of his hands wanders to his chest, the other rests on his crotch. Breathing deeper and deeper, he pulls at his vest, his jacket, trying to make it easier to breathe. "The hell." He exhales and groans, but keeps his eyes closed. Instead, the officer starts to stroke his thick cock through his pants, more and more.

The air grows even thicker, as his cock grows bigger. Josef leans his head back against the car seat, and moans quietly to himself. His body tenses, all of his muscles bulge against his clothes. The holster strapped around his thigh feels like a restraint, just as his vest.

He lets out a low moan, rubbing the palm of his hand against his cock. "What is this feeling?" He groans, eyes closed shut. Swiftly, he unzips his vest and jacket, but his lungs burn with every deep breath he takes. The officer moans, again and again, one hand stroking his chest firmly, the other now grabbing his cock. "Whaaat." He groans, the outline of his cock extremely visible. To make it a little easier, he umbuttons his pants, and pulls it down a little.

Now, his dick is tenting inside his briefs, already stained with pre cum. The officer pinches his nipple through his shirt, and lets a long, deep moan. With one hand around his erect cock, he starts jacking off through his underwear. All of his body swings rhythmically with every move of his hand. The veins on his arm pulsate, his muscle bulge harshly and he moans again and again.

Somehow, he wont cum. Hes right on the edge, he feels it, but something prevents him from cumming. "Fuuuuck". His growl turns into a groan, and he raises his hip, his body going stiff and rigid. Still, nothing, his cock stays relatively dry. With now both of his hand around his massive cock, he pulls at his underwear until its removed. Not being able to open his eyes, Josef leans his head even further back, and he cant help himself but moan uncontrollably. The officers body aches for a relief, thats all he can think of. "Pleasee...pleeeease." He begs.

"I can help you." A strange voice rings through his mind. "Who arrrreee youuu." Josef moans, his hands firmly moving up and down, the skin on his dick now sore. "I can make you cum." The voice has calmly, and a shiver runs down the cops spine. "Whooo." Josef groans, taking another deep breath. "How?" The officer struggles to stay concious, it hurts, so much. He thrusts against his hands, pulls at his cock, scratches his thighs. "Just say the word, and you'll be free of this pain." The voice says, and something caresses the pfficers face, his chin and his chest.

It feels so good. "Whattt. You wantt mee to say." Josef moans, his body aching more and more.

"Just say that youre mine, my boy, my slave." The voice says harshly, their tone cutting through the cops mind. "What?" The officer is in pain, all he can think of is cumming, here and now, no matter what.

"You heard me." The voice says, and he feels a presence fondling with his toned body. "Say it."

At first, the officer refuses to say it, shaking his head violently. But after a few more seconds, he lets out a long, exhausting moan. His whole body goes stiff, it wonr move anymore. With his back bend into the air, his thick cock in his hands, he opens his mouth.

"I am yours. I am your boy. I amm.....your slave." Josef stutters, but still, no release. After a moment.

"What does it make me?" The voice says. "Myyy...masteeer." The officer moans, and suddenly, he feels something grab his cock, and with that, he shoots a massive load against his hands, more and more cum explodes out of his cock, the steaming liquid spreading all over the car. Josef grimaces as he releases himself, his moans echo through the car, and after that, his body slumps into the car seat.

He opens his eyes, so vacant, empty and out of focus.

The is a man sitting right next to him, smoking some sort of cigar. Hes wearing a leather uniform, and smirks happily. "Good officer boy." He says, leaning in to whisper in to Josef ears. "Youre mine, now and forever." With a gloved hand, he caresses the officers face, running his fingers across his cheek, through his beard and further down his chest. He strokes the cops chest a few times, before closing his jacket and his vest, both sprinkled with drops of cum.

Then, he fondles with his limp, wet cock, before pulling his underwear and his pants back up. "Now boy. You hear me?" The man smirks and the officer nods slowly. "Yes, master."

"Sir." The man says firmly. "Yes, sir." Josef says, still looking at nothing in particular. "Drive us home, weve got stuff to do." The man strokes the cops face one last time, before taking a deep breath of his cigar. 'Yes. Sir." Josef starts the car and drives back home.

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Andrew Matthew Welch in Exploited (2022)

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Love this married straight guy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😘😘😘😘

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