The Tames
Chapter Two
Jean-Paul walked behind the two way glass to find an engineer and two deeply enslaved drones monitoring the results. The Engineer nodded to him. “I just began the new audio that James recorded yesterday to the feed. While under control, a Controller had commanded James to read about four pages of script that would be used to further brainwash him. Over the intercom in front of one of the drones James’ voice could be heard coaxing him into a deeper level of submission:
...you are such a good boy...men deserve your obedience...obeying is so easy...easy to just do as commanded...any man who commands you should be obeyed...no need to decide for yourself...just do as you are told...you exist to obey...men are your superiors...you only think and do what you are told...
Inside the helmet, James stared straight ahead, doe eyes accepting new programming. He had been happy to record the new script, even after being told it would further wipe away his will. The boy had a mindless look on his face as he mouthed along with the script now recorded. Satisfied, Jean-Paul left the room, confident in his Engineer and his brainwashed drones.
Two days passed while James went through further conditioning. Jean-Paul had checked in a few times on the boy. Engineers reported that he had accepted all new programming and was progressing quite well. The boy would be fully reprogrammed soon enough. The last time Jean-Paul looked at him, he was running on a treadmill, staring mindlessly forward at a hypnotic spiral before him. The previously skinny boy was beginning to have a more toned body that would get top dollar from a buyer. The endurance gained from athletic training would further raise that price. At the end of the routine, the Trainer had no problem commanding James to return to the programming tube he had spent a lot of the week inside.
When James woke up the next day, he suddenly had no idea what to do. The sleepy boy yawned and tried to remember the last few days, but could only remember being led into the brainwashing tube. For some reason, this did not bother him and he idly wondered what to do now. A sign on the wall said something, but it was in a language the Tame did not understand anymore. This did not bother him.
Realizing he was naked, James wandered over to a chair on the other side of the room. There was a pile of clothes sitting on it. The boy slid on the tight pink booty shorts, which caused his cock to ache against the fabric. A tight t-shirt in matching pink came with it and fit him perfectly.
In the mirror next to the chair, James looked at himself. the skin tight outfit showed off his toned arms and hairless legs. He felt sexy as he watched himself, noticing the constant smile he wore. “I love showing off my body,” he randomly announced to no one in particular.
After James dressed and had stared at himself in the mirror, there was a strong knock at the door. Jean-Paul walked in and smiled at the boy. “Hello, little one.”
Oh, that handsome man. “Hello, Sir.” He smiled in a flirty manner.
The man came closer and put a hand to the boy’s face. “Little one, I don’t have a lot of time today, so I need you to get into position one.”
James dropped to his knees and bowed before Sir. A moment passed bore he looked up and began undoing the man’s belt. He yanked down his pants and whelped as Sir thrust his dick into the boys mouth. James began enthusiastically sucking on it, as he had spent the past day being conditioned to do, and was able to make Jean-Paul cum pretty quickly. He drank Sir’s cum and then looked up, waiting for command. The handsome man spanked the new Tame a few times and sent him off to his next training session.
James was led from session to session over the next few days to be further brainwashed for the pleasure of men. Now much more compliant, the obedient boy was programmed to respond to basic positions like kneeling for cock sucking, standing at attention for service, down on all fours for anal sex, and domestic skills like cleaning and waitressing. These sessions left him docile and tame. Whenever a man was nearby, he looked at the man with puppy dog eyed devotion, deeply eager for a new command.
Jean-Paul dropped in to check on James’ progress every so often, but he did have other Tames to attend to as well. The blond boy spent hours running on a treadmill, three dimensional hypnotic spiral dancing before his eyes, and he also began a strict diet and exercise regimen. James was very small and most buyers wanted a more toned boy.
James was also brought to another training room and spend hours in deep trance practicing sucking cock and being taken anally. The wireless earbuds now basically living in his ears told me what a good boy he was, how important pleasing men was for him. This, combined with the chip now controlling his actions, modified his behavior to utter compliance. The boy began to look forward to his next session and even strapped himself in for a brainwashing session at one point.
Jean-Paul visited again while James was on a treadmill running. He checked in with the Trainer and found out that the boy had already reached the forth level of active conditioning, which was pretty quick for even the most conditioned Tames. After they discussed a few other current progress, he told the trainer to bring James over to him. He was impressed with what he saw.
Jean-Paul smiled and nodded to his trainers. The engineers had outdone themselves in the complete transformation of this boy from defiant and unruly to docile and eager to serve. He was truly a Tame now.
“Let me see all of you,” Jean-Paul warmly commanded the Tame.
“Yes, Master,” James began as he did a spin and curtsied for the man. Tiny booty shorts and a shirt hugged his body. He had already began to have a more toned body and his smooth and shaved legs glistened in the light above them. Jean-Paul could not help but notice the hardening cock hidden in the shorts as well. Tames were conditioned to become aroused when a man was near.
Tames thought of all men as Master, so the address was nothing personal, which Jean-Paul never took himself upon anyway. The Tame stared at him with loving adoration and awaiting the new command he would obey. Jean-Paul walked over and pulled the name tag off the small chain hanging off of it and replaced “James” with “Jamie.” “A new name for a new life,” he proclaimed proudly to Jamie, who hugged him tightly and held on.
“Jamie loves you, Master.” Jamie was fully a Tame now. He would exist to obey men for the rest of his life. He stared up at Master, awaiting command with doe eyed passivity.
“Tomorrow, you will be auctioned in our monthly bidding night. Whoever buys you will become your permanent Master. I need you to be your best.” He smiled, genuinely pleased with the new Tame.
Jamie returned the smile and hugged him. “I will be my best, Master.” He pulled away and smiled naughtily. “How can I further please, Master?” Jean-Paul pulled him close and kissed the Tame gently. Jamie was absolutely in love with Master, well, all men really. But especially Jean-Paul. The Tame tried to think of why as they both undressed, but the moment his knees his the floor and the man’s beautiful cock was in his mouth the thought slipped away.
Mr. Ramsey and Jean Paul stood behind the two way mirror. A Tame sat in a chair in front of a large computer stared up at the men. “Wow,” was all the journalism professor could say at first. He stared into the room where Jamie and another Tame stood naked at attention, empty smiles and doe eyes crossing their faces. “This is quite the change, my friend.” He put his hand on Jean Paul’s arm, remembering their friendship in school.
Jean Paul smiled and motioned to the room. “Yes, Jamie came along quite well. I think a lot of his unruliness was just immaturity and a childish need to show off.” He paused for a moment. “We wiped all of that out. He know only knows one purpose: Obedience.” A nod to the Tame put a remote into his hands. “Try him out.”
Mr. Ramsey took the remote and stared at the letters on the buttons. “Standard remote?” Jean Paul nodded. The professor pondered what to do with the Tames. He pressed a button and they knelt in unison. The Tames then masturbated on command until Jamie stood up, as remotely controlled, so the nameless Tame could suck him off. Both then stood up and snapped to attention, Jamie’s cock still dripping, as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Ramsey stood enthralled by the boy’s transformation. “What will happen now?” He was only vaguely curious.
Jean Paul shrugged. He had already moved on to the next group over boys coming in, a few of whom were already well on their way to obedience. “He has already been sold to a foreign buyer that has grown tired of a few of those ‘drones’ on his continent and wants to try something new. Jamie is already reprogrammed for the man and ready to ship soon.”
He took Mr. Ramsey’s hand off his arm and squeezed it with his own hand. “Speaking of, my tame little dove,” he paused at his pleasure of seeing his friend’s face become emotionless, “I believe you are up for your yearly programming session?”
Mr. Ramsey nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.” He smiled, the trigger phrase bringing one of the original Tames out of sleep mode. Mr. Ramsey had been conditioned by one of Jean Paul’s original associates and sold to a corporation. As a professor, the Tame could funnel compliant journalists to the corporation who would write whatever was put into their heads. Jean Paul snapped a collar around his neck and ran his hand against the puppet’s face.
The Tame at the computer stood and took Mr. Ramsey’s hand in his own and lead him to a programming tube down the hall.
Jamie stood at attention outside Master’s office. On another continent, he stood out amongst a few other kinds of brainwashed slave as an interesting curiosity. He waited to obey, constantly rock hard in the tiny running shorts and t-shirt that the brainwashed wore in this part of the world. His mind had been wiped of anything but absolute love and a need to obey. He loved Master more than life itself and was so happy to become his idealized trophy slave husband. An experimental treatment on this continent was slowing his aging to a crawl. The idea that the treatment was dangerous never came to him.
Suddenly, a command came to him and he turned to enter the room, curtsying before Master and his friend. He waited quietly for instruction, a docile smile on his face. The shirt hugging his toned chest said the word “tamed” in cursive writing. Another man was in the room, but unless Master required him to acknowledge the man he would remain entirely focused on Master. His eyes never left the man’s face. Jamie was madly in love.
Master was explaining what a Tame was and how cooperating with their friends on another continent could be beneficial to all. Jamie noticed a beautiful blond boy his age next to the other man with a collar tag saying “drone” on it. drone stared back and smiled. At Master’s command, both turned, still lovingly eying the other, and knelt before their superiors.