The Interview.
By The Slaver.
“My name is not important, but I’m sure that you know my Name, already. Those people that met me, after their ‘VISIT’ with me are changed men, and they only call me MASTER, if they are able to speak at all, that is. Also, everyone after their ‘VISIT’ with me will obey my every command.”
The two men sitting across from me, said nothing, they just stared straight ahead and nodded their heads, slowly, as if they were sort of asleep, and awoke, at the same time. I smiled and continued.
“ As you no doubt know, I was once a skilled and powerful hypnotist, until a terrible mishap, on stage, during a show, so years ago, finished my career. Up, till that time, I had no, criminal intent whatsoever. Being gay the temptation was always there; but I never had the need to use my powers, there was never a shortage of men, or Twinks come to that, that were willing to fill my bed.”
A weak smile, briefly, came to the faces of the two men: but again, they did not speak, they just nodded their heads.
“A short time after that, mishap, I was approached, and ‘OFFERED’ a job, with a local ‘FIRM’, to provided my services, for they own ends. The ‘OFFER’ was that I would use my powers to hypnotise, ‘WILLING’ straight men, into mindless gay sex-toys, or mindless cum-dumps. Other ‘WILLING’ Men who the use of drugs and my hypnosis, would be turned into COWS, who would just produce cum 24/7. Let’s say that I was not naive enough to think that any of the men were ‘WILLING’, subjects.” I stopped, and took a breath, or two before continuing. “I also have to extracted information, and then retrain, people, mostly Lawmen who poke their nose into the ‘FIRM’S’ business. What can a man do, the ‘FIRM’ are not the sort of people, that you can say no to, and would still be alive by the end of your meeting with them!
Yet, again, the two men just nodded their heads. I reached out a hand and picked up a plastic cup, of cold Coffee, and took a sip. I put down the cup, draw in a breath, and continued speaking.
“As I said, I was not so naïve, as to believe that the ‘FIRM’ would not, at the drop of a hat, have me removed, permanently. So, during my first few weeks, working for the ‘FIRM’, after quietly, and silently, watching how things were arranged, I took out some Insurances. In the form of several of the ‘FIRMS’ foot soldiers, not so bright thugs, that did a lot of the ‘FIRMS’ dirty work. I also too, took control of, unknown to the ‘FIRM’, several local thugs. With all the thugs being not so bright, it made it easier for me to take them down, I moulded them all into my sleeper agents: just waiting for me to woke them, to do my bidding.”
I lit a Cigar, and blow out several smoke rings, before I finished my cold coffee, I then offered a Cigar to each of the two men: who silently took a Cigar each and put it in their mouths. I lit the Cigars for them. The two men, sat silently puffing on the Cigars, staring straight ahead. I blow out some more smoke rings and spoke again.
“However, for some time I had no need to use my sleeper agents, the ‘FIRM’ seem to have formed some form trust of me, even if they had given me an assistant called Dwight. I know that Dwight, was just there to see that I did what the ‘FIRM’ wanted me to do, and that I did not do a runner, or try and ed the Police. Dwight was a handsome Latino from Brazil, his dark hair was always slicked back with so much hair gel that it shone like a mirror, and he was always dressed in a jacket and tie. And his body was one to die for. A few weeks after Dwight become my assistant, he also become my Twink boyfriend, and Fuck buddy. My boyfriend at the time had just one day, disappeared. I was of no doubt that the ‘FIRM’ had something to do with Jim’s disappearance, that I had No qualms with taking Dwight.”
Cigar smoke hung in the air of the room.
“Always after our Fuck seasons, I would erase Dwight’s memory of what had happened the nights before, although, after several fucking with my unlubed fist, I had to hide the fact that the next day he was walking like he had been ride a horse, without a saddle. Anyway, as I said, everything seemed to be going well. And then the pandemic hit, and everything went pear shaped.”
I lit another Cigar, and gave two more to the two men, once all three Cigars were lit, I went on.
“The Pandemic hit the ‘FIRM’ hard, with in three weeks 90% of the ‘FIRM’ were gone. And a week after that through in fighting the last 10% were also gone, only me, Dwight and my local thug sleeper agents were left. I then saw no reason to hide the fact that I had control of Dwight, there was now no need to hide the fact from the ‘FIRM’, as there was now no ‘FIRM’. The problem I now had was what was I going to do, most of the world was still in lock-down.
“The solution came out of the blue, one night after a heavily fuck season with Dwight; I received a call from a man who had links with cartels in South America, and the Far East. These Cartels it seemed had done a lot of Business with the ‘FIRM’, mainly, in taking the reprogrammed Lawmen, into the many male brothels, they owned. It took me only a few second to say ‘YES’, in the back of my mind I was making plans, this time I was going to make some profit for myself as well. So even with the Country in lock-down, Dwight and I were smuggled out of the Country, and we found ourselves in a Cartel run compound in the jungles of Peru. With in six weeks of arriving, all the Cartels men in the compound were under my control; many of whom become my Fuck buddies/ Cum dumps, when not carrying out my wishes.”
I drummed my fingers on the top of the table, I looked at the clock on the wall, it was getting late.
“From the compound I run operations for some time; as well as a side-line in political reprogramming; which in South America was very profitable business. Your rival needs removing but can’t be killed: after a visit to the compound, he would became a dim-witted, cum-dump/fuck toy, with no interest in politics, anymore, his only interest now was in cock and being Fucked in both of his wholes.”
The room had no widows, but I was sure that it was getting dark, outside. Someone entered the room, I looked up and smiled; it was time to end this, I thought. So, I pulled out my glasses and slipped then on, and angled them so the light shone off them, into the eyes of the two silent men.
“And so, after a few years in Peru, I came home was it were. One of the questions, that I’m sure is wanted to be asked, is how do I do what I do? Well, all I will say is that all men deep down, are sexual monsters, they have a great need fuck and get their nuts off: straight men even more so. Change this need, and dim down the straight man, and well need I say more?”
The room was now in near darkness, uniforms, and underwear were scattered across the floor; and the only sounds that could be heard was the sound of fingertips drumming on the tabletop; and that of oral sex, as cock was sucked. “There you both are, don’t you both think that this a far better way to spend your time, than being dumb-ass lawmen, asking dumb questions all the time. And pocking your noses where they should not be pocked?” I asked the two naked men laying on the floor, 69ing each other; a muffled reply was heard, but I could not make out what was said, the thickening cocks in their mouths prevented proper speech. I looked down at the two lawmen who had caught and arrested me; it had been so easy to take them down. The two harden lawmen were now mine to do with as I wished.
More moans were now coming from the two lawmen on the floor 69ing each other; I knew what these moans were, the two guys wanted release, too get their rocks off, but they could not. I, and I alone was the only person who could permit, and order the two men to Cum, and that would be not for some time. The smoke from the lit cigars I’d thrust into the two guy’s wholes, floated up from the floor. I gave the two cock-sucking lawmen, one last glance, and then turned in my seat too look at the bearded, naked guy kneeling under the table. This guy was the local Sheriff; I had been brought here to be interviewed.
I had been caught in the back woods of some state, and then taken to some local, hick Sheriff’s station. The Sheriff now knelt naked on the floor under the table. I turned slightly in my seat and opened my pants, and pulled aside my shorts, so my hard erect cock could brush his lips. The entranced Sheriff let out a whimper. I reached out and grabbed the Sheriff’s head, tightly, and pulled it towards me. “NOW, BITCH. Be a good BITCH and suck my cock “ I ordered harshly.
Smoke drifted from under the table, from the cigar buried in the Sheriff’s hairy butt whole. The Sheriff let out another whimper, opened his mouth, and swallowed the whole length of my erect Man-meat, I could feel the Sheriff’s beard on my shove hairless sac. Holding the Sheriff’s head tightly in place; I fucked his mouth like a piton engine on speed, and without mercy. I smirked at the gagging Sheriff but kept fucking hard.
The virgin mouth, that I was fucking was warm, moist and tight, and quickly brought me to the Edge. Panting and gasping, I closed my eyes, and thrust as deep down as I could, down the Sheriff’s throat; an animal scream escaped my lips as my cock exploded, firing rope, after rope of my Man Juice deep into the Sheriff’s gut.