“Fuck!” said Chris, as they were flying to Celebworld for the first time. They had missed the memo that the jocks were supposed to be next, to fulfill most of a guest named Wa’s fantasies. They touched down on Celebworld, and they were greeted by Trevor.
“Long time no see,” he said.
“I’m so sorry, Trevor. This won’t happen again.”
“Don’t worry about it, Chris. Everyone make mistakes. And we have enough money to hire an on-site hypnotist.”
“Where are the jocks located?”
“We have them in our only non-Celebworld resort. They think they’re on vacation.”
“I paid to have a resort built that wouldn’t hold guests to Celebworld?”
“Chris, this is a pristine Pacific island with clear water for miles. It’s a fucking rarity, and besides, we get even more income.”
“I do like cash. Bring them down to the hall for me when we get there.”
“Sure thing, sir.”
“I’m non-binary, Trev.”
“Oh, fuck! What term would like to go by then?”
“Since I have a penis, I feel a little more comfortable with ‘sir’, but please ask next time.”
“I’m so sorry, Chris. You know this is all new to me.”
“It’s my turn to say it really doesn’t matter. You’re very open, and you refer to me as ‘they’ much more often than ‘he’. And this fluke just now was pretty unavoidable. Getting a term like that gender-neutral just makes the phrase too clunky.”
“That’s a relief. Well, we’re here.” Chris went in to the hall and arranged a small circle of chairs as Trevor went to get the jocks. He brought them down, and once they were all in the hall, Chris SNAPPED. The seven jocks immediately had the orange spirals in their eyes.
“Men, you will not remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not wasn’t you, you will remain in the celebrity village and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you.” Chris then locked in all seven jocks’ hypnosis with the backwards last name trick. SNAP! The seven had normal colored eyes again, and they all immediately stripped.
“Everyone except Mike, please report to processing. Mike, come with me.”
Chris escorted the six to a waiting van, where they would be transported to the celebrity village for processing. Mike had to fulfill a client’s request, so Trevor personally escorted the enslaved Mike to Wa. The props needed for their fantasy was already in their room.
“Oh, Mr. Trevor! What a surprise! What brings you here?”
“Our hypnotist had a slight mix-up, so your next batch of fantasies came in a bit earlier than expected. Mike will be the only hand delivered one.”
“No problem. Thank you, sir!” Trevor left as Wa pulled out the prop box sent over this morning. First things first, he put the collar around Mike’s neck. A new leash wasn’t provided, but he kept the one he used with Kellan. Next up was a specially-made jockstrap with the Angels’ logo emblazoned on the front. He put that on Mike, and then took out the final prop: a baseball bat.
“Fuck yourself with the bat.”
“Yes, sir.” Mike tentatively stuck the bat up his ass. The logical part of his brain told him he had never done any ass stuff before, so his hole was going to be tight. The pleaser part, the one living on Celebworld activated, told him it was a command, and so he had to do it. Wa enjoyed the sound of Mike’s cherry popping, and the sight of the bat going up farther. The logical part once again took over to make sure it didn’t go too high. Once he ascertained the highest it could feasibly go without stretching his body too much, he began to fuck the bat.
Since it was a bat, there was no give and take. Mike did all the thrusting up and down, and it showed. The bat was coated in a substance that held the wood in place, so splinters were not an issue. The shape of the bat, was however, as it got larger the higher you went up. Wa enjoyed the sounds of Mike’s pain as he reached the upper echelons of the bat. After fucking it for a few minutes for a few minutes, Wa issued his next command.
“Continue to fuck yourself, but also twist your nipples while doing so.”
“Yes, sir.” One of Mike’s hands moved away from supporting the bat, and both went to a nipple. Mike screamed in pain as he nurpled himself. He continued to do both as Wa enjoyed himself, jerking off to the sight of the baseball jock in utter pain. Mike’s cock was not getting hard naturally, only through accidental presses of the prostrate by the bat, so Wa decided to end it when he came. He tried to hold it off as long as possible, but eventually, he couldn’t hold it anymore. A fountain of cum erupted from his cock, and landed all over his body. His last command to Mike was to lick it all up, and stop all previous commands.
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