They opened up the envelope, and saw that there was just one small letter inside. As Brandon Barbella’s contacts on the modeling agency read it, they were not too shocked, but quite upset. Brandon’s IQ was in the low 80′s, nothing bad or anything, but it meant that the jobs he could have were quite limited. Modeling was actually one of them, but Brandon expressed interest that he didn’t want his whole life in front of a camera, and that was why he took the test in the first place.
The agents brought the results of the test to the head of the agency. “Thank you. I think I know what we need to do.” After they left, the head opened one of her drawers and pulled out a sheet of paper with a name and number on it. She typed it into her phone, and the person on the other end quickly picked up. “I’m in need of your services.” They got that squared away quickly enough, and even the bottom line would take a hit, it would be well worth it in the long run.
Brandon had been patiently waiting for the results of his IQ test to come back. One of his most recent interviews had requested that he send them the results of the test before coming back for round two. They still hadn’t come by the time his next shoot rolled around. He didn’t mind going to another one, as the pay was good, and he would be one of the very few models shot by this exclusive and reclusive photographer. He introduced himself to the older man on set, and changed into the provided clothes.
What Brandon noticed quickly was that the camera itself was much different than what he was used to. The thing that flashed at the top was bigger and gaudier, and the flash left a weird spiral afterimage in his eyes. He didn’t mind, although he was starting to get a bit more tired. The photographer took this photo around halfway through.
Brandon was used to going shirtless, and even in his underwear. However, he was a bit reticent when the photographer asked him to go nude.
“I’m not really comfortable with that.”
“Of course you are,” the photographer said, as he took a flurry of shots. “You’re totally comfortable with being nude. In fact, you don’t like clothes. You only put on clothes when your Master tells you to. And for right now, I’m your Master.”
“Okay, Master,” Brandon replied, his dumb brain not realizing he had been hypnotized by the photographer as he slipped off his Calvins. The man took some shots of Brandon’s flaccid and erect cocks, and some of his ass.
“Get dressed and then make your way to this address. You will listen to all commands there, but once you exit this building, I am no longer your Master.”
“Yes, Master.” Brandon got dressed as the photographer synced up his camera and sent some of the more sexually explicit photos to the business where Brandon would be soon be visiting. The dumb bodybuilder drove to the address, which was a farm an hour or so outside of the city. At the gate, a young man dressed in only a tie asked him, “Buyer or seller?”
“Seller,” Brandon instinctively replied, and was escorted to the lot at the back of the barn. He stepped out of his car and made his way inside, where he was greeted by more men dressed in just ties.
“Ah, you must be Brandon, right?”
“Come with us. You’ve made it just in time for the auction.”
“Okay.” As Brandon was taken away, stripped, and prepared to be sold, a familiar face entered the barn from the other side. The head of Brandon’s old modeling agency took a seat in the back. She wanted to see who would buy the slave, and hand him a file that contained all the information he needed to know. She sat through a whole bunch of men, some attractive, some not, but all muscular brutes that either willingly or unwillingly decided to be slaves. Brandon, as it turned out, was the final one, because of his circumstances.
“And last, but not certainly not least, gents, and some ladies, is Brandon Barbella. This hunk comes to you fresh from the modeling business. Ms. Georgia Versace is here to give to a file on him when you buy this stud.” Georgia blushed as a spotlight was put on her. “And that’s not all. Brandon here has been hypnotized by the fantastic Gianluigi Federico, and will do anything you want, no questions asked! His intelligence is a bit lacking, so he would be great as a brute for manual labor or sex, whichever suits your fancy!”
Brandon’s various stats were then read off, and the bidding began. To Georgia’s surprise, the bidding escalated quickly, and towards the end, two young men, barely over 18 it looked like, were in a bidding war. Finally, one decided that paying that much for a man wasn’t worth it, and Brandon was sold for a cool $2 million. She would not have to explain the cost of Brandon’s hypnosis to the board, it seemed, as the young man made his way over to her. She gave him the file, and then he went to the back where Brandon was waiting for him.
“I’m your new and only Master,” he said, as the note on top of the file indicated he should say. Brandon’s eyes lit up as he was introduced to his new Master.
“How may I serve you today, sir?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing yet,” he replied back. “But let’s see how that cock of yours works as we drive to your new home.”
“Yes, Master.” Brandon was pulled along by his cock and got into a waiting limo. After a cumshot that covered the seat in wads of thick and creamy cum, the young man knew he had made the right choice in purchasing this stud.
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