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Zonking Out
Scrub, Slave
Flashback Friday: The Calling
I wasn’t intending to do another Flashback Friday but I’m under the weather right now. Hopefully this helps the rest of you to all perk up! Formally a $5 level posting, now made available to all.
Kadir was the type of businessman willing to use anyone to get ahead in life. Lately, he had been receiving some mysterious phone calls that did nothing but play music. “Hello? Is anyone there?” he asked before hanging up a couple minutes later, though sometimes he would look at the clock and realize it was later in the day than he thought. “I swear that clock said 10 just before the phone rang… how is it now 11:30 just a couple minutes later?” But he brushed aside such thoughts. “Must have looked at the clock wrong before.”
Even stranger were the thoughts popping into his head… thoughts that had him considering doing something he had never done before. Thoughts that soon had him visiting a seedy gay bar known for its glory holes.
Even stranger were the thoughts popping into his head… thoughts that had him considering doing something he had never done before. Thoughts that soon had him visiting a seedy gay bar known for its glory holes.
Kadir had been dating the daughter of one of his biggest clients. He wasn’t really that into her superficial ways, but being able to bring in her father’s business to the company he worked for meant she had been his ticket to the top. He often used his success to go to the hottest clubs to dance and hit on other women, sometimes landing a hook-up on the side. It had always been women he craved, even when he used them. Yet, now it was cock that he couldn’t get out of his mind, and he’d gone to a seedy gay bar known for its glory holes. He couldn’t help but take his throbbing cock out as he contemplated doing something that he would have looked upon with disgust before. Fuck, why did that dick look so appealing? Why couldn’t he help himself? Before long, he was giving in to his temptation. But the dick wasn’t enough. Despite the anonymity of the glory hole, Kadir begged for the man to reveal himself. Kadir was taken aback to see his gilfriend’s half-brother, Thiago. Born to one of the Kolhaas’ family maids, Thiago rebelled from a life of service and secrets – his own father disowning him. Kadir had only seen him in a photo, but seeing him now shirtless revealed someone far removed from the upper class Kadir had been inspiring too. No, with his inked up body, pierced ears, and alternative beard style, Thiago seemed more like a low-class troublemaker. Kadir didn’t understand why he felt so attracted to this look. He’d never been into this…. had he? Still, he more than welcomed a passionate kiss from the muscled stud.
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Under the Hood
Westley was the type of hot entitled prick that didn’t know just how good he had it, having always come from a life of privilege. His attitude was more than apparent to Joziah when he had brought in his luxury sports car to the shop. Joziah had his way of dealing with such jerks that involved sabotaging their sound system so that only his special recordings would play when the vehicle drove. One couldn’t switch from satellite to local radio or simply turn the radio off – if the car was on, the special music was playing. The offending client would call in demanding the service be fixed for free – “it was fine until I brought it to you!” Joziah would agree, but claim to be backed up for at least a week and since a radio wasn’t a life-threatening emergency would apologize and offer additional services on the house to make up for the delay. They were never happy at first, but by the time they brought the vehicle in, they wanted to know how they could still choose to listen to the catchy beats if they so desired. They also would often end up giving into a newfound lust for the mechanic, providing him with a steady stream of blowjobs from snobs he loved seeing down on their knees – a position they would love to take for minorities going forward, regardless of what their orientation had been before. But every once in a while, when the person was a complete classist and usually also racist jerk, he liked to take the programming even further.
This was the case with Westley, who found himself craving not just Joziah’s cock but his whole lifestyle. All the perks he had from his live as an executive suddenly started to seem hollow compared to the value of getting to work with one’s hands. The idea of getting down and dirty was being programmed into his subconscious in more ways than one, and the suggestions were definitely taking hold. At the office, he found it harder and harder to concentrate on the business deals that increasingly bored him, wanting instead to get online and watch stock car races. Westley certainly had a tendency to speed before, but he never truly appreciated the rush one could get from the world of autos. He was beginning to crave the different smells of the environment – the sweaty musk of a man working hard, the grease and oil representing manly pastimes. His business suits felt more and more constricting – he envied having seen Joziah in his loose orange jumpsuit that looked so comfortable. By the time he brought his vehicle in to be fixed, he had started wearing the basics meant to be worn under such a jumpsuit. “You’re, uh, looking a bit skimpy in the pants department today, buddy,” Joziah joshed as the athletic former exec responded: “I quit my job today and thought maybe you’d let me try on a jumpsuit? I think I need to wear one.” Joziah smiled at the man’s admission, knowing his programming had worked. That smile led Westley to think with his dick as he went in for a kiss.
The Intrusive Roommate
Game Interrupted
Cole v. Sergeant
In honor of Veterans Day in the U.S., here’s another story that was previously for $5+ level but now is free as a special holiday Flashback Friday.
Cole was not a fan of the military. He lived near a base and had encountered more than one soldier he felt was ignorant and cocky. He wasn’t quite sure if that was the type of guy the army simply attracted, or if the environment led to that type of behavior, but he had begun to resent the military-industrial complex. Why should these jerks get all this money to try out new weapons, when so many others were suffering? Cole had even been staging little-attended protests and other small acts of rebellion against the nearby base, and he was preparing for his latest tactic when he suddenly heard some relaxing music.
Cole had even been staging little-attended protests and other small acts of rebellion against the nearby base, and he was preparing for his latest tactic when he suddenly heard some relaxing music. 
It felt natural to lean back against Sergeant Andrek, though his sleepy eyes would not spot the handsome man until later. Sergeant Andrek was a veteran of war that now served as an army recruiter, his numbers impressing his bosses. What they didn’t know was that he often used hypnosis, and Cole was the latest to succumb. While a bit on the small side, the Sarge knew muscle could always be developed so long as a boy’s mind was open, and Cole’s susceptibility to the music was allowing him a way to open the young man’s mind. Sergeant Andrek especially loved when he could convert a protester, and sometimes all it took was finding the right set of keys and seeing how a subject responded. As he probed the boy’s subconscious, the Sarge soon discovered that all the protesting was truly rooted in a lack of role model that Cole always wish he had. “You don’t just need a mentor, boy. You need an authority figure. Someone to mold you into the finest of young men. Someone that you love to please and obey – for it feels so good for you to obey.”
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