"You Must Obey Master. You Must Serve Master. You Are His Slave."

"You must obey Master. You must serve Master. You are his slave."

Those words echoed around the emtpy room, piercing Silas's mind. He couldn't take much more. It had been days since Silas was taken by master no, not master, Silas thought, hes just some psycho from English class. It had been days since he had been taken.

The "training" had started emediatly. The first thing master... no, not master. The first thing he did was take all Silas' clothes, he has no idea what he did with them. Silas was cuffed and collared, he couldn't Fight, the drugs in his system made him too weak to resist. Silas was left alone after that. His new home, a blank room, brought him no comfort.

Unknown to him, a side effect of the drugs he had been given was near uncontrollable horniness and Silas found himself furiously Masturbating. Master couldn't allow that, locking Silas in a firm chastity belt, leaving him in a state of denial, horniness, groggyness, and desperation.

Then the noise started, a soft but intense buzzing that drilled its way into his brain, calming him somehow, breaking down his defenses. The voice started soft, telling him that he was a slave, telling him to obey. Slave tried to resist, but he knows now that he was wrong to.

Silas must obey Master. Silas must serve Master. Silas is Master's slave.

When coach sends him a message, Gregs mind slows to a crawl. He is just a dumb jock bro that needs to obey hos Coach. Greg and his tram send Coach pics of themsleves flexing everyday, and it feels good to flex for coach. Coach is his master, dumb jocks like him must obey Coach.

GOAL!!!

Charlie was exhilerated. He had just scored the tie breaking goal with only minutes left in the game. In a moment of pure celibration he ran to and kissed boyfriend. The team had no idea that Charlie and Greg were togeather or even gay, but cheered even harder When they saw.

After the game, Charlie and Greg went back to Charlie's apartment and celebrated. They had too much to drink, and didn't notice the FIFA goons creeping into the apartment until it was too late.

Charlie and Greg were taken to a secret FIFA facility for processing. They never played football again.

At the next match, the president of FIFA introduced two new drones to the owner's booth, C-19982 and G-19983.

The jock felt everything go blank as he slipped the jock over his cock. Everything left his head, his eyes rolled and all he know was pleasure. Jock layed down on the bed and lifted his legs, not knowing why, but feeling an urge to expose his hole.

Soon master walked into his room and claimed the now mindless sex toy. The jock moaned with every thrust and ginned stupidly as masterr filled his hole with his seed.

Dawson snapped a quick pic of his new work uniform and sent it to his friends. The five of them had decided to try out the new kink bar down town last night as a reward for passing their finals. Once there they had the times of their lives. Dawson couldn't keep his eyes off of the staff. All the servers were dressed fron the head down in rubber, with an exposed chastity cage hanging out of the crotch of the outfit. Dawsons friends noticed how intently Dawson was staring at the staff, so they approached the manager without Dawson knowing.

Later in the night, Dawson was approached by the tall adonis of a man, whos leather outfit and age set him apart from the tight rubber clad college boys working the bar.

"I moticed that you seam very interested in the staff," the man said, placing a strong hand on Dawson's shoulder, "you wouldn't be looking for a job would you?" The boy was at a loss for words so just nodded at the man and smiled dumbly. The manager smirked and led Dawsin into the backroom for his interview.

Once out back, the manager sat at his desk, there was no chair for Dawson so the college boy stood.

"Strip boy," the manager ordered. Dawson quickly unbuttins his shirt and slipped off his pants and shoes, putting them in a neat pile on the floor. "All of it," the man said, gesturing at Dawsons boxers and socks. Slightly embarrassed, The boy slipped off his socks and boxers so that he was stark naked. The man stood up and started to explore Dawsons body.

"Very nice," he said, "but we will have to do something about this," the man said, squeezing the boys cock making him moan from the touch. Dawson didn't need to consider fir long, once the manager offered him a job, he eagerly signed on as a "Bar Boy." Once the contract was signed, the manager set a box down on his desk, Dawsons new uniform. The man pulled out the chastity cage that all staff members must Wear 24/7 abd handed it to Dawson. The boy locked his cock in the cage and handed his new Master the key. He couldn't wait to start his first shift.