"Hey Duarte you here", shouted Eric the gang's second in command to no one in particular. His voice echoed in the deserted theater. Eric was confused as to why he was 'summoned' by his gang leader to a secret meeting. All he knew was that Duarte had been out of sight for days and rumors had been flying throughout the neighborhood of some changes? Eric's green eyes looked around fearlessly after all, at a strapping 6' with 195 lbs. of smooth sculpted muscles, what had he to be nervous about. His classic All-American blonde good looks hid his cruel streak. As the next in line he took part in all the gay bashings. He never beat up any of the 'victims' (he hated the thought of touching a gay guy) but he always joined in with his fellow gang members after the beatings to humiliate the 'fags' further by making them crawl and beg for their lives. Eric hoped whatever the meeting was for would be quick as he had a young lady waiting to get her virginity screwed away by the self described virgin surgeon. He smiled as he contemplated how his 9'' uncut virility would bang home into the unsuspecting young girl tonight. “Shit I need some money though,” he muttered. “Maybe I can cruise for some old fag to rob. Fucking faggots always our for dick.” How could a guy get off on another guy he thought, when you had women around to screw? Eric was lost in that thought when he heard Duarte's voice over the theater's intercom.
"Good to see you man," Duarte's disembodied voice echoed.
"Hey dude," replied Eric looking around, "what the fuck is this all about?"
"Going to let you run the gang man," Duarte's voice answered.
"But first you got to pass the test?
"Test?" replied Eric who was excited at the thought that he was going to be the hotshot gang leader at last. " Sure dude lets rock it".
"Go to the stage and sit on that chair and close your eyes then," Duarte replied.
Eric vaulted up on stage and sat in the metal chair that appeared to have been bolted onto the floor. This was so weird he thought but hell, he could handle anything in case it got too freaky. Besides, he couldn't show fear in front of Duarte and lose out on the leadership! He closed his eyes. After a few seconds he felt someone near. Satin-gloved hands began massaging his chest. He smelled the light odor of perfume. Shit he though, as the presence stroked his cheek it must be some bitch of Duarte's. He smiled and relaxed as he contemplated that the 'test' must be a fucking exhibition to prove his manhood. He was so lost in the thought he didn't notice until it happened that his wrists had been 'cuffed' to the chair.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS"!! He yelled--eyes popping open-- as he struggled, unsuccessfully, to break out. He turned his head and froze. There was Duarte staring at him with vacant eyes and he was naked except for long gloves. And, he was hairless from the neck down! Eric gazed in shock!
"Like my adjustments Eric," a voice that came out of nowhere taunted.
"LET ME OUT OF THIS AND I'LL ADJUST YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE", Eric yelled as he struggled in vain to break out of the cuffs.
"Hmm now you should relax girl," teased the voice.
"I ain't no fucking bitch," roared Eric.
" Well in time we shall correct that right! Maybe some music will help you relax, " chuckled the voice," Duarte will even entertain you right my little pussy boy."
"Yes, master," a zonked Duarte replied as he began to sway to the sounds of the music that came over the loudspeaker. The newly 'adjusted ' Duarte moved to face the bound Eric who gazed in horror at his former gang leader rotating his hips in an obscene erotic dance right before his eyes.
"What the fuck did you do to him," bellowed Eric?
"Just released his inner self as I will do for you as well," laughed the voice. "Oh, like my clean ball look on him."
Eric stared back at Duarte and noticed for the first time that the leader's hefty male nuts and crotch, which were dangling in the air before him, were bare of all pubic hair too. Duarte's balls and crotch had been shave clean too!
"You sick bastard faggot, I said, what the fuck did you do to him! He screamed as he gazed in horror at the leader's swaying balls.
"But don't they look better," the voice lightly asked?
Eric stared at Duarte as the former macho stud leader moved slowly in front of him then slowly swayed his hips. Eric’s gaze fell upon the leader's huge sack swinging between his legs. Eric was disgusted as he stared at those balls.
"Fuck you!" he yelled shaking his head violently. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed his head from behind and pressed it against the back of the chair.
"Now you mustn't hurt yourself," the voice said as Eric felt a band come across his forehead tying his head back tight on the chair so he couldn't move!
"You mutha fucker.." screamed Eric
"See how they move...back ...forth....back ...forth", the voice encouraged in a steady monotone. "Look at his balls!"
Eric, in spite of himself found that his vision strayed to Duarte's balls. He moaned in shock as he watched them move obscenely back and forth.
"That's right Eric follow their movement...,"the voice encouraged gently, " back... forth. Like them right"
"No way you bastard!" he roared.
"Oh dear you would make this difficult," the voice behind him said. A silence followed and Eric wondered what was to come. Then, he felt two fingers holding his nose closed. As he opened his mouth to try to breathe a bottle was thrust into his throat. A burning liquid then filled his mouth; he had no choice, with his air cut off , but to swallow! Eric gulped a large quantity of the burning liquid.
"What the fuck was that," he sputtered as the bottle was withdrawn.
"Oh a bit of grain alcohol. It’s very potent. a little will relax you quickly and make you more, shall we say, agreeable " the voice chuckled. Eric could feel the liquor starting to hit. "Duarte's dancing for you buddy so why not look", the voice suggested.
"NOOOOO, " moaned Eric who felt his brain being effected by the liquor. He tried to concentrate but, the liquid made him dizzy now and, his eyes drifted again to Duarte's swinging sack. He just felt a bit giddy and all he could see was those hefty hard nuts just waiving gently before them. After awhile, he found couldn't stop gazing at them.
"Give into it Eric. You know they fascinate you," the voice repeated watching Eric' eyes widen .
"No way… no.....way.......man...not looking at a guy's nuts..."Eric mumbled. He felt weird all over. His mind felt like it was drifting toward Duarte's sack.
"Let them fill your mind Eric," the voice commanded to the sinking hotshot stud who was getting broken down with each sway of those Latin globes.
"Nooo...," he groaned softly as the booze and the pendulum -like movements of Duarte's balls all took a toll on his brain. His eyes were filled with that swaying ball sack.
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"Fill your mind only with them," the voice whispered to the weakened basher. “So lovely to see and so relaxing isn’t it Eric.”
"Fill my...thmind... relaxing," Eric's replied feeling drowsy .
"Yes fill it up and relax". The voice commanded.
"Fill...I'm filllth upth", nodded Eric as his eyes fluttered.
" All full", asked the voice. Eric signaled, by nodding, that his mind was now ready. The next phase for Eric was to begin. "You like Daurte's balls right." the voice suggested.
"No...not ...guy's.." Eric sighed, "I...do ...no.. like...huh?.".
"But you do," the voice insisted, "Duarte is you leader. You respect him right. You want to obey him," the voice replied.
"Yesssss", Eric answered. He always obeyed Duarte.
"Then you must listen now to Duarte", the voice said, " you do listen to him right?"
"Yes," Eric nodded.
"Duarte tell Eric that he likes your balls," the voice laughed.
"You like my balls," Duarte answered in a dead voice.
"Now ...Eric”, the voice asked. "You wouldn't defy your leader. A true gang member obeys his leader". He couldn't refuse his leader. Like any gang member obedience was deeply ingrained in his mind.
"I like Duarte's balls." Eric replied uneasily.
"He wants you to smell his scent Eric and, as you do, you will forever obey me because that is what Duarte wants. Tell him Duarte!"
"Do it...smell my scent...obey him...", Duarte mumbled in agreement.
"Obey Duarte...smell him...obey you..." Eric responded slowly as his hypnotized, liquored-up mind followed his gang training and initiated the needed reprogramming to comply.
"You will obey correct." the voice asked. "Now smell his balls!"
"Obey... smell his balls... " Eric answered still with some hesitation.
"Are you loyal to the gang brotherhood," the voice demanded.
"Yes… but...", Eric's eyes showed his inner confusion yet, his tone signaled less resistance.
"Obey," the voice insisted, " if you ever want to lead your gang you must first show your obedience!"
"Lead...yes..," mumbled Eric . " Then must obey... must smell" Eric's own ambition was setting him up now; he had to submit!
"Obey ...a good leader is loyal to his gang brothers...obey and you lead," the voice suggested.
"I obey.... a good gang member," Eric agreed.
The voice had Eric repeat that phrase over and over till at last, from the look on Eric's face, the battle for the young stud's mind had been won! The voice chuckled as the man behind it watched Eric yield to his gang logic of devoted unquestioning obedience. Using his gang loyalty to get him to prove himself as a future leader was such fun!
"Breathe their perfume in now Eric," the voice ordered. " Fill your body with how great his nuts smell". At a signal Duarte moved up against Eric's face. Duarte took his balls in one hand and pressed them up against Eric's nose. The dazed and confused gang boy took a deep breath filling his lungs with Duarte's sexual scent. A deep submissive gasp of surrender came from Eric's lips.
"Yield to it stud boy," taunted the voice as he watched Eric's chest expand in breathing. "With every breath you yield all your will to me! Obey your new leader."
"Yeth...." Eric sighed as the last remnants of his will lost control.
"You love his scent," the voice stated, " it fills you with sexual heat".
"Duarte's scent...ohhhh." Eric inhaled and a goofy smile crossed his face.
"You love his smell right.," the voice asked.
"Smellth...greath" he replied as he inhaled more of the musky the aroma deep into his lungs.
"You need to taste them Eric...it makes you very happy when you do it...," suggested the voice laughingly, "Duarte let him lick your sack."
"Yeth...sooo happpy.... licking balls" Eric agreed. His brain was completely pliable to every suggestions of the voice.
Duarte moved up against Eric's mouth. Within seconds Eric's tongue shot out and started slobbering over them. As the hypno-zonked stud rolled Duarte's balls in his hot mouth the man behind the voice came out from behind the chair. He watched smilingly as Eric contentedly sucked away on Duarte's man sack. He walked over to Eric and pulled back his head off Duarte's balls. Eric gazed up in total hypnotic bliss, his handsome face smiling and his tongue licking his lips with desire for more of those brown male nuts just like an eager adorable puppy.
Yes, he thought two down and a one more to go. He'd leave the training of this super stud he had captured for the 'show' he had planned. Yes, the audience he was to invite deserved to see that performance. The cast of the 'male review' was getting lined up quite nicely for the play he had planned.
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