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Flashback Friday: Productive Crew
Colson had found himself drawn to Moshe’s big package lately. He seemed to be unable to keep his eyes off of it whenever the crew had downtime, such as lunch.
Unfortunately, he also lacked some tact. “Is it true black guys are more hung?”
“Dude, that’s offensive.”
“How is that offensive? Being big is a good thing, ain’t it?”
“And what if I’m not big? It reeks of stereotyping and I shouldn’t be fetishized like that.”
“I’m sorry, man. I swear I’m not fetishizing you.”
Colson meekly continued, “It’s just I… I haven’t been able to take my mind off your cock ever since that productivity expert visited. But I know you’re not gay. I didn’t think I was gay.”
Moshe wasn’t so sure his buddy was right about that. But had it really been that visit? “Dude, those were some weird-ass videos he made us watch. Though I can’t really remember much about them now.”
“I think I started to strip, but I don’t really remember either. It was like we were just stuck staring at the screen.”
“You looked really good,” Moshe let slip. “Wait, didn’t you already see my cock that day?”
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Flashback Friday: Luca’s New Slave
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Luca had been one of my natural bodybuilding clients, and had made me proud with his progress. It was time to reward him with a muscle slave. “He is for me?” Luca asked.
And the slave I had dumbed down into mindless obedience, easily complied. “Now, what would you like him to do for you? Start with something easy.”
“Go ahead, command him to sleep for you.” Thanks to my earlier instruction, Luca knew this slave had been programmed with a trigger point on his righta arm… all he had to do was push down and say “Sleep slave.”
And the slave I had dumbed down into mindless obedience, easily complied. “Now, what would you like him to do for you? Start with something easy.”
“Slave, I want you to flex for me….and the more you flex for me, the better you are going to feel.” The hairy muscle slave complied, a big smile coming across his face as he felt the pleasure of flexing for his Master.
His name no longer mattered, but he had been sent to me by My mole in a local precinct. With prisons overcrowding, low-rent criminals – in this case a petty thief – would be sent my way for reprogramming. Criminals like him often already start on the lower end of the intelligence scale, so it didn’t take much before he was dumbing down with every stroke.
He didn’t know what awaited, but he was tired of struggling to survive and more than willing to give into something new.
Now the past seemed a distant memory, his mind fuzzy if he tried to think about it. It felt better to just let go and obey. No need to think. No need to make decisions. Life was better this way. He continued to flex until Luca gave him a new command.
“Slave, I want you to feel and massage my muscles now. And the more you admire my muscles, the more you will crave sucking off your Master.” Luca has learned well from Me.
