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Being a good grunt, Tyson had followed it precisely. At least, mostly. “Move your hand, Grunt!” “Yes Boss.” Grunt Tyson replied, letting Boss see the cock that he owned. Just as this grunt's mind was owned. A prefect addition to the collection. (11/11)

As Boss walked into the room, he smiled as well. Tyson was laying naked across the couch, displaying his body just as Boss had instructed him to. The email he had sent Tyson when he had told Boss that he was coming to visit the city on a business trip had been very detailed. (10/11)

So that Grunt Tyson could properly greet Boss. That was what was wrong with his suit. It was on his body. Boss had instructed it be on the floor. Grunt Tyson quickly stripped naked. Instruction complete. Now he had to present himself. (9/11)

Because he was a Grunt, and Grunts minds should be empty of everything but Boss's orders. Grunt Tyson smiled. He was already following Boss's orders so well. He'd been told to not include the room number, so that Boss could be announced by the front desk. (8/11)

So this spiral was from Boss. So it wasn't a problem. It was what was supposed to happen. Yes, he was supposed to stare into a mirror and let his mind play the spiral. It would properly empty his mind. (7/11)

But what was it. He was even more puzzled. It was so hard to think, but he had to figure it out. And then one of the pieces slid into place. What he could see behind the spiral was Boss's symbol. His signature in the emails and socials he used to communicate. (6/11)

He had to figure this out. These weird things should not happen while he was with his Boss. Everything had to be absolutely perfect for Boss. But something was wrong with his suit. He knew that. The more he stared into the beautiful spiral in his mind the more certain of it he became. (5/11)

As Tyson stared at his puzzled expression in the mirror, something else seemed to appear. Slowly fading into his mind. A spinning black and white spiral with a faint logo behind it. He strained to see the logo behind the spiral, still puzzled as to how he was seeing this. (4/11)

The front desk had called to say that someone had inquired as to his room number, and he told them to send him up. He'd already earlier today sent a key to his room to boss's address. Why hadn't he sent his room number when he did that? (3/11)

He knew his boss would not be offended by minor problems, but he just wanted it to be right. Tyson walked out of the bedroom in the hotel suite and checked on his tie in the mirror over the couch. His boss was coming up the elevator. (2/11)

Everything had to be perfect. Tyson checked up and down his suit for any imperfections, holding a lint roller as if you assault any part that dared to be out of place. But there wasn't, and Tyson smiled. He'd wanted to meet his boss for so long that the chance now to do so had him on edge. (1/11)

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The final moment of brain draining.

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He glanced around the corner, and became controlled. He called over his friend to let him be taken as well.

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A drone in the headphones and he becomes a drone.

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A drink from the mind altering shake and he's happy to send shirtless pics to anyone who asks

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His last conscious word was "buhhhhhh"

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When a spiral suddenly appeared in place of the game, the bros were shocked, then fascinated, and finally enslaved.

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He was surrounded by his puppet hare/m of musicians and stagehands and bodyguards, and all of them fell to his tune. "Let's have some fun, shall we, pet?" (19/19)

Mason's will snapped and he practically tore off the rest of his clothes, rushing to Bill and falling at his feet. As Mason took Bill's cock into his mouth, Bill sighed with his own contentment. He was getting to do his favorite things, controlling people and playing in a band. (18/19)

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Being naked in presence of that gorgeous, desirable cock had to be a good thing, didn't it? Yes, yes it was. It meant that he could worship it. He didn't want to leave, no. He wanted to get on his knees and serve. Service was important, service was the best thing ever. (17/19)

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Since he was now putting energy into trying to remember, Mason's arms started to move, slipping his tank to off and letting it fall to the floor. That was bad, somehow, Mason knew. Couldn't remember why, though. How could that be bad? (16/19)

He didn't want to kneel and worship it. He didn't long to take it in his mouth and suck to his heart's content. He wanted to leave, that was it. Leaving was important. Important for... some reason. What was it? Mason's fuzzy mind couldn't seem to recall. (15/19)

He could barely keep ahold of himself to stop stripping and moving, and had nothing left to move with. He so wanted to look away from the beautiful- no, no, that wasn't right. He wanted to leave. He had to turn away from this sight. It wasn't a beautiful cock. (14/19)

You know I care for all of my pets and you do love to work for me, almost as much as you love this." And with that last Bill took off his underwear, revealing his hard cock. Mason tried to turn his head, but already the music was sapping his will. (13/19)

"This isn't fair, you sick fuck." "Who said anything about the game being fair, my pet?" Bill said as his pants came off. "I like having willful pets, but hate to lose them. So we find a middle ground. (12/19)

He locked his arms down to, as the moment Bill had finished explaining, they had started to lift to take off his tank top. He couldn't seem to start the turn, there was something that was making it hard to focus, and then he realized the music was playing, already sapping his will. (11/19)

But what your body wants to do right now is strip, come over here, and suck on my cock. If that happens, then you're back under my control for another week." Immediately, Mason focused in, trying to push his body to turn toward the door. (10/19)

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Right now, only your mind is totally yours. Your body still follows my instructions." As Bill said this, he started to strip. "If you can force your body to the door, you're free. You'll just remember a time when you got obsessed with a band, and it wore off. (9/19)

Bill smiled evilly. "That's far less important than what I'm going to be doing, my pet." Mason wanted to jump forward and strangle the fucker, but realized he couldn't move. "You, see, we've played this game before, but I always have to explain the rules to you. (8/19)

He had dropped out of college to basically serve the band for free, but now those were not memories of happy service but of horror, as his will returned. "Fuck! What the fuck did you do to me!?!" Mason tried to yell, though it only came out at normal speaking volume. (7/19)

"There, now we won't be disturbed. Revert as normal, but no yelling or screaming." For a second, Mason couldn't understand the instruction, and then his mind flooded back to him. He still remembered being taken control of during the first concert, helping to enslave others. (6/19)

Mason heard clanking and the turning of locks, but that was unimportant, Mason had to do what he was told. That was all that was important. Once Bill was finished, he touched a pad, starting one of Whiteye's songs playing softly over the suite's speakers, and then turned to Mason. (5/19)

Bill smiled. "Good, Mason, just stand in the middle of the living room for a bit while I get everything squared away." Mason followed instructions, standing in the middle of the suite's common room while Bill fiddled with something at the door. (4/19)

They always wanted him to report after his morning workout, so he made his way over to the hotel elevators and rode them up to their room. Whiteye's leader, Bill Ipno, let him in as usual. "Here for my weekly report, sir." (3/19)

Running through the list, though, he realized it was Tuesday. Tuesday was the best day, because it meant he got to make his personal report to the band. They were so great, taking a personal interest in all of their roadies. (2/19)

As Mason finished his morning workout, he began to run through his list of tasks. Working for Whiteye meant that there was always something to do, but Mason was happy to serve. Whiteye was the greatest band ever, and just to be with them was the greatest privilege. (1/19)

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He brought his friends for conversion, their smiles fades with their minds.

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Mind sliding down, pants sliding down.

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Laying in the conversion pod, soon to be released to serve Master.

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He had successfully convinced one of his friends to come. The masters would be so pleased when Nate eyes were white, and they would reward him. Maybe they would even let him come along with the band, so he could personally serve them forever... (23/23)

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"I only had on free ticket and they're sold out. But the band's cool enough to let locals work the front so they can hear the concert too." "Nice. See you inside." Nate said, filing past to his seat. Mason felt a thrill of pleasure through him. (22/23)

"What are you doing here Mason?" Nate asked. "Don't you have a big class tomorrow?" Mason smiled. "Yeah, but like I told you, this band is super hot. I'll make it up later when they've left." "But why are you working security?" Nate was quizzical. (21/23)

That will keep him under while his strong will is destroyed and he can work security." The items were handed to him and Mason immediately stripped naked and put them on, listening to the beat in his earpiece carrying his mind away... (20/23)