Hypnohummer (mm oral mc)
by magister
It was a normal day in every other respect, except, of course, for what was about to happen at 22 Elderberry Lane. Unless you happen to be totally up with the latest take-over-the-world-technology, what comes next may be completely unexpected.
The whole scene looks harmless enough. Young Dale Martin is running down the street. He's wearing a baseball cap, loose t-shirt, baggy three-quarter shorts, runners and white gym socks. He is a bit out of breath but obviously in a hurry to get home. Overall, a nice-looking seventeen year old.
He pushes through the front gate and in the front door. He's flushed from running, but there is a big grin on his face. His mother, looking up from some sort of magazine that a woman her age would be reading on a normal day, runs through a list of positive things her son could be up to: marriage, scholarships, sports prizes. She smiles back, thinking only the best things.
"Where's Dad?"
"In the kitchen, I think. Why? What's happened?"
"I want to tell you both. Come on." Dale pulls his mother out of the chair and sets her in motion toward the kitchen.
"What on earth is the matter?"
"I'll tell you both in a minute. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
They enter the kitchen, where the father looks up from his afternoon cup of coffee. Being an alert and intelligent suburban drone, he immediately notices something strange.
"Sit down here Mum. That's it. Now, put these on."
Dale hands his parents two objects that appear to be digital watches. Now, because you and I are up to date on take-over-the-world-technology, we immediately know something is suspicious here. But Dale's parents are overwhelmed by the obvious excitement of their teenage son, so they simply strap the devices around their wrists. After all, they do look remarkably like fashionable wristwatches--except for the little logo on the upper right.
"You didn't steal these from work, did you?"
Dale's father was much more willing to expect the worse from his son, and he recognised the brand. His son had only been working for the company for a few weeks as part of a recruitment program. He worked the occasional afternoon and weekend, which was acceptable in the fatherly view of things. Stealing merchandise this early in his working career was obviously not.
"Nothing like that, Dad. They give them away for free--sort of a public relations thing. See, I've been wearing mine for weeks now."
Rather than admit that he seldom actually looked at his son, let alone noticed anything new about him, the father just lets out a grunt.
"Well, what's your news, then?" Dales mother was getting impatient. She lived vicariously through her family, and if there was anything good happening, she wanted to know as soon as possible.
"Just a sec. I just have to do this..." Dale pressed a sequence of buttons on his own watch, which immediately made his parents' watches glow and send out some low, subsonic pulses through their bodies.
They immediately relaxed.
This is the thing--most people don't know how tense they are, until something happens to relax them. Then they can compare the before and after, and usually end up saying something like "I didn't know how stressed I really was". The pulses that hummed through the tissues and bones of the mother and father were doing exactly that--relaxing them. If it wasn't also numbing certain parts of their brains, I'm sure they would have come up with their own inane statements about how relaxed they felt.
"Great. I've been dying to share this with you, but my boss said it wasn't time yet. It was so hard pretending, but now I can tell you everything."
Dale pulled up a chair and sat down to face his two entranced parents.
"My boss showed me how great life could be if I just relaxed and did what he told me. At first it was really confusing, because there were thoughts in my head that said some of the things he was telling me to do were wrong."
Dale frowned a little, but then the beaming smile came rushing back as he thought of the good news he was getting ready to share.
"But the more I did what he said, the better I felt. Now, I can't remember what it was like to not do what he tells me. He thinks I am about the best slave he's ever trained!" Dale was practically gushing. His mother only saw how happy her son was, and anything that made him that excited must be fantastic. She was so pleased that her son had found happiness. His father only heard the boss's words of praise, and was so proud of his son. He wanted him to excel, and the news that he was the best at something sent waves of joy through his pulsing brain. They both sat there smiling.
"Now, the best part is, he wants me to continue my training full time. That means I'll have to move into a special camp, with other masters and slaves. It'll mean leaving home, but I want this more than anything."
"Well," says Dale's mother, "we knew you'd be moving out one day. If this is what you want, then we're really happy for you."
"What about school? And how are you going to pay for your training?" Even under the influence of the subsonic waves, Dale's father was ever the pragmatist.
"That's the best part. I don't need school anymore, unless my master wants me to study something later on. And the training is completely free, as long as I commit to becoming a slave for the rest of my life. What do you think?"
It was practically impossible for his parents to disagree with him while their 'watches' were pulsating at such a high frequency.
"We're behind you one hundred per cent, son. If this is what you want to do, then it's what we want for you."
Dale's grin became even wider as he heard these words of support from the people who meant almost as much to him as his boss.
"Thanks, guys. I knew you'd want me to do this, so I told my boss he could pick me up here this afternoon."
"You're going now?" His mother almost lost her relaxed state as emotions raged through her system. However, the 'watches' were programmed to cope with higher levels of anxiety than a mother's distress at her son leaving home. Within a few seconds she was once again calm, and ready to accept the imminent loss of her son.
"We'll have to get you packed. What will you need at this camp?"
"Not a thing. They supply anything I need. And if they don't want me to have it, then I don't want to have it." Dale stood up and started taking of his shirt.
"Not in front of your mother, boy. What are you doing?" The father was confused. Somewhere inside he was trying to come to terms with some strange information, but on the surface he felt calm and more in control than he had for ages. While he was watching his teenage son strip down in the middle of the kitchen, he felt nothing but a slight irritation at this show of public nudity.
"Don't be ridiculous. I used to wash his little bottom all the time when he was a boy." His mother looked on at the handsome boy her baby had become.
Dale stood before them completely naked. His sandy blond hair fell into his eyes, while the rest of his body was hairless. He was almost as smooth as the day he was born, his mother wistfully thought.
His father was impressed by how masculine his son looked although he wasn't quite reconciled to the shaved body.
"My boss will be here any minute, and I want to really impress him. He wanted me to be completely naked and kneeling by the door when he arrived."
"Well, then, son, you better get out there. We can't have you disappointing the boss, now can we?" Dale's father stood up and went with the others back into the front room. Dale knelt down beside the door, his head bowed and his hands behind his back. His cock, no longer restrained by clothing, was erect and quivering. His mother and father sat down on the overstuffed armchairs and picked up their respective magazines.
It was over half an hour later when they heard the door opening, and looked up in time to see a well dressed businessman walk uninvited into their house. Normally, Dale's father would have been outraged and defensive, but everything seemed so natural and expected, that he merely stood up and waited for the stranger to introduce himself.
The man that stood at the door was slightly over six feet tall, slightly grey and with wide shoulders that hinted at a football playing past. He had a handsome, rugged face and an engaging smile. His suit was obviously tailor made for his muscular frame, and the special 'watch' that he wore made the resonance that the parents were experiencing increase to a level where they were almost drooling in their eagerness to please him. Alexander Green had been 'recruited' five years ago. Of course, the technology only originated six years ago. Therefore, in the way these sorts of hierarchies work, he was considered a 'beta'. His 'watch' allowed him control over everything down to theta level. He only answered to the alpha level, which made him feel inordinately proud. He looked down at where his latest recruit knelt at the door. He placed his hand on Dale's head in a very fatherly gesture. This made Dale's parents swell with pride, and Dale's cock to surge with even more blood.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Martin. I can't tell you how proud we are of your son."
Dale's father walked forward to shake Alexander's hand. He was very impressed by the man's manner, suit and, of course, the extended pulses that radiated from his high level broadcaster.
"I hope my son is living up to your expectations."
"Oh, he definitely is. And more."
"Please, won't you come in and sit down. Actually, I'm not all that sure of what it is that your company does." Dale's father showed Alexander over to the most comfortable of the chairs.
"Will you stay for a cup of tea? Or I think I have some coffee cake."
"No, thank you, Mrs. Martin. I can't stay long. Actually, Mr. Martin, our organisation dabbles in a little bit of everything."
"What exactly will Dale be doing, though? I mean, once he's trained."
"Hasn't he explained it all to you?" Alexander gave a sad look to the boy, who was still kneeling. "Come over here, Dale."
Dale stood up and walked over to his boss. He stood erect, his eyes forward and his hands behind his back. His large erection still seemed slightly wrong to his parents, but they couldn't muster up enough resistance to actually say anything.
"Tell your parents what it is that you will be trained to do."
"To serve my master, sir."
"I think they might need a little more detail than that, Dale."
"Yes, sir. As far as I understand it, sir, I will be trained to pleasure a man in every way, helping maintain his house, clothes, his health and well-being. I will do everything he tells me to do, whatever that is. My life will be devoted to becoming his complete and absolute slave." The spiel sounded like Dale had memorised it off the special recruiting brochure that only newly banded recruits were issued with. But this seemed to be enough to please Alexander.
"You see, there is a large demand for superbly trained, but absolutely loyal, slaves. Some of them get jobs and lead relatively normal lives, serving the company. Others are more suited to looking after the executives, so that they can concentrate more on making money and establishing the power of the company.
"We won't know exactly what we will do with Dale until he passes a few tests, and, of course, is more thoroughly trained. You never know, if he really behaves himself, we might let him be the President of the United States."
Dale's parents were even more proud of their son after hearing this pitch.
They were eager for him to leave and pursue his training.
"We have a few minutes. Would you like to see some of what Dale has already learned?"
"That would be great." Dale's parents were high on subsonic pulses, and at this point would have agreed to anything that the man in the suit suggested.
Alexander stood up and slightly spread his legs.
"Come on, Dale, let's show your parents how well you can please a man."
Dale dropped to his knees again, this time in front of Alexander's groin. He leaned forward and started licking the fabric around the fly. His parents were a little stunned, but were not about to interrupt.
Dale could see the bulge that indicated that his boss was starting to respond, so he reached out and pulled down the zip to reveal the white material of Alexander's underwear. He spent some more time working on the cock through the thin fabric, then pulled the material out of the way so that he could get at the real meat.
Over the past few weeks, Dale had serviced Alexander many times, but he never dreamed he would be doing it in front of his parents. But strangely enough, all he could think of was that he hoped they were watching how well he serviced cock.
Alexander's dick was swollen, and Dale worked his tongue over the shaft, down to the balls and back. He took the entire rod in his mouth, and tried to keep his throat open so he could swallow as much of the meat as possible. Alexander, for his part, began rocking his hips back and forth, moving his cock in and out of the boy's mouth.
As the dumbfounded parents looked on, Alexander came, and Dale drank down the seeming gallons of liquid. Then he used his mouth and tongue to clean the penis before returning it to its tailored home. The boss once again reached down and tousled his slave's hair as a sign of affection and a job well done.
His parents were still slightly shocked, but their feeling of well-being was still strong enough to entertain the notion that this was perfectly normal behaviour. It was just that they'd never come across it before.
"I think it's time that Dale and I headed off. Thank you for your hospitality, but we have a long drive to the camp, and I'm sure he's eager to start the next level of his training."
Dale stood up, his young, eager body anxious to begin pleasing his other masters. His mother moved over to hug him, and after a moment, his father did too.
"Dale, will you go outside and wait in the car while I have a few words with your parents."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, Mr. and Mrs. Martin, I have a few very important things to tell you."
The parents looked expectantly at Mr. Green, while he pumped his broadcaster up to a level that, basically, enforced ideas so strongly into other people's brains that they became immediate and absolute truths. By the time Alexander joined Dale in the car, the parents knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that their son had gone somewhere great, to do something fantastic, and it was absolutely his own free will. They would miss him, but they were happy that he had found something to do with his life that brought him so much joy.
So, they would never hear from him again. So, their son was going to be trained to become a complete slave. As long as he was happy, that was all that was important.