Too Much TV
by Richard Pickman
T.C. Callaway was spending another Friday night by himself watching TV.
He had been doing a lot of that lately. Victor's death had hit him pretty hard. He was still raw from dealing with it when Chris told him she wanted a separation . They had been married only a few months, for chrissake, he thought. It left him feeling confused, hurt and lonely.
Fortunately, his descent into the bottle had not lasted too long. He had been watching some show a couple of weeks ago when he simply realized it was not a good idea. But he was still left with nothing to do, and no real desire to do anything but work and watch TV.
In fact, he did nothing but watch TV when he was home. He just did not feel very social. Well, a television stupor was better than an alcoholic one, he supposed.
When he heard the knock at the door, he knew he would not answer it. Then something about the pattern clicked in his head. Knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock, knock.
He found himself getting up and opening the door. He did not really want to, but felt, somehow, that he needed to do so.
T.C. observed the man standing at his doorstep. Average height, medium build, with brown hair and eyes. About T.C.'s age. Nothing distinguishing about him. The kind of man who would easily fade into the background. He wore a loose T-shirt, baggy shorts, and sandals. Looks like some down-on-his-luck beach bum, thought T.C. What could have made him open his door to a complete stranger, especially considering the mood he was in? And why was the guy smiling so smugly?
"Look, I'm not . . . "
"T, don't you recognize me?"
"Man, I've never seen you before in my . . . "
"T," the man said with extra emphasis, "I'm Jeff Saunders."
For a moment, T.C.'s dark, steely eyes were filled with a totally vacant look. Then they cleared and T.C. remembered.
"Jeff, I'm sorry! How could I forget my best friend? Come in. Have a seat."
Jeff casually walked in and sat on the couch. Everything was going perfectly.
"Want a drink, Jeff?"
"No, no, I'm fine."
"So, how you doing?" T.C. asked, sitting next to Jeff on the couch. "It's been, I don't know, how long since I saw you, Jeff?"
"Over 15 years. And things are going pretty good for me. But how have you been? You certainly look great. What do you do?"
"I'm a police lieutenant. I'm in charge of a special bicycle police division."
"Gee, that sounds exciting, T." Actually, it sounded as dull as dirt. This was simply a part of the game, to see how well the programming was working. T.C. already believed Jeff was his best friend, when they had never even known each other. And T.C. had always hated being called T. But he could tell T.C. was not minding at all now. Jeff smiled at the thought. He just loved success.
"I guess that's why you're in such great shape." T.C. had been the object of countless jerk-off fantasies for Jeff in high school. Good-looking, popular, a member of a wealthy family he was everything that Jeff had ever wanted to be. And T.C. was even more of a stud now. He could get work as a male model, Jeff could not help but think.
"And how's the rest of your life going?" Jeff had done some investigating, so he knew a lot about T.C.'s current situation. It was another test of the effectiveness of the programming, to see how open T.C. would be with him.
T.C. believed he could be completely honest with Jeff. He finally had someone to whom he could unburden himself, he thought.
"Well, one of my friends from the force got killed recently. It kind of tore me up. Then my wife hit me with a trial separation a few weeks ago. It's been rough recently."
"That's awful, T." Good, he really trusts me. But I do not need to hear the story of his life, thought Jeff. It was time to test one of the code phrases.
"So, Studbaby, you must be getting really horny."
T.C.'s entire body went slack, his jaw dropped open and eyes glazed over. He remained that way for only a few seconds. Then he snapped out of his trance.
"Aw, yeah, man. Like you wouldn't believe." As he said this, T.C. began rubbing his hands hard over the crotch of his pants, which were tenting out. "I've been jerking off like crazy. But for the last couple of weeks, I just haven't been able to get off," he said, grimacing.
That was exactly when Jeff had attached the Modifier to the cable line going into T.C.'s apartment. Unknown to him, for the last two weeks T.C.'s mind had been bombarded by the messages delivered by the Modifier through the TV set. It was the real reason he had been staying home so much lately. He could not help but watch, his mind being altered to suit Jeff's purposes.
"Well, T, maybe I can help. Why don't we start with a shower, big guy?"
"Sure, Jeff, whatever you say," he said, standing, still kneading himself with both hands.
"You go on ahead."
"All right, Jeff."
And now for the big test. "T, go ahead and call me by my title, OK?"
"All right, Master."
"That's better. Now get going. And call me when the water's hot. But not too hot."
"Yes, Master."
Having T.C. call Jeff 'Master' had been the final trigger. The programming was now completely in place. T.C. was ready to believe, and do, anything that Jeff wanted.
As Jeff listened to the shower running, he went to the front door and locked it. "That's it, Mr. Stud Fucking Callaway," said Jeff to himself, "You are finally all mine." Jeff walked through the apartment until he found the bedroom. He unhurriedly got out of his clothes and left them at the foot of the bed. He reached down and pumped his dick slowly, using the pre-cum leaking copiously from the head to lube the entire 9" length.
He thought back to the time and money he had spent to develop the Modifier. The culmination of so much study and experimentation was finally here. "And this is just the beginning," Jeff mused, "I have plans for more than your body, T.C."
"Master, I believe the water's hot enough."
T.C.'s voice broke Jeff out of his reverie. "But, pleasure before business," Jeff said as he strolled down the hallway, his dick bouncing. "Right now, it IS your body I have plans for."
Steam swirled around Jeff as he opened the bathroom door. He went in, slid open the shower door, stepped in and slid the door shut again.
T.C. was facing toward the front of the shower, the water cascading over him, his dirty blonde hair, darkened by the water, plastered to his head. Jeff's eyes traveled down his broad back, from the wide shoulders down to the narrower waist, until they finally rested on T.C.'s gorgeous ass. That ass had been in Jeff's lustful dreams for years. And it was even more stunning now, since all the time he had been a bike cop had made it develop even more.
T.C. had already started to soap himself up. He was lathering his chest, and it looked to Jeff as if T.C. was playing with his nipples.
"Turn around, T."
Slowly, T.C. did so. Jeff had been right. T.C. was lazily running his left hand all over his well-muscled torso, while his right hand was playing with one nipple, then the other. He had his eyes closed, a dreamy expression on his face. And his dick was almost pointing at the ceiling.
Jeff was amazed at how well the reconditioning had worked. In fact, for it to work this well, there had to be at least some bisexual tendencies that had already existed. Well, well, Jeff thought, smirking, you ARE full of surprises.
"T, open your eyes and relax."
T.C.'s arms dropped to his sides and his eyes opened, a slightly pouty look now on his face.
"Now, T, I'm here to help you. Don't sulk."
"I'm sorry, Master. It's just that I was starting to really enjoy myself for the first time in weeks."
"I know, T, but you won't be able to cum until I let you, yes?"
"Of course! That's why I haven't been able to get off. Please let me cum, Master. I'm aching so bad."
"In good time, T, all in good time. But right now . . . ," Jeff reached up and drew T.C.'s face down to him. He opened his mouth and gave T.C. a full, passionate kiss. T.C.'s lips had immediately parted, his tongue probing Jeff's mouth as deeply as Jeff's tongue was probing his. T.C.'s moans vibrated through his lips to Jeff, turning him on even more.
After a while, Jeff slowly pulled back, letting go of T.C. "I have wanted to do that for so many years. It was good for you, too, wasn't it?"
"Oh, yes, Master. But . . . could you help . . . " he said, looking down. Jeff's gaze followed. T.C.'s dick was practically pasted to his own stomach.
"Of course, of course. But you need to show me your obedience and gratitude first. That's only appropriate, isn't it? So how are you going to do that, hmmm?"
"How should I demonstrate my devotion, Master?" T.C. pleaded.
"Well, offhand, I can think of something better that you could be doing with your mouth."
"Certainly, Master," said T.C., devotion in his voice as he sank to his knees, reaching for Jeff's cock.
But before he put the head into his mouth, he stopped and looked up. "I've never done this before, Master. I don't wish to disappoint you."
"Don't worry, T. Tell me, you've had good blow-jobs, right?"
"Oh, yes, Master. Very good ones. In fact, that's one of the things I miss the most about Chris."
"Well, then, there you go. Just remember all those good blow-jobs. Do to me what was done to you. And I'll tell you if you need to do anything differently."
"That makes sense. I don't know why I didn't think of that."
"Because you're not the Master, T. I am."
"Of course, Master." he said, then his mouth engulfed Jeff's cock.
T.C. began a slow, up and down motion, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Then he would alternate by letting only the head stay in his mouth, pursing his lips even more and setting up a slight suction as he bobbed up and down on the head quickly. When Jeff thought he would shoot on the spot, T.C. returned to working on the entire shaft.
"Ooooh, T. You're a natural, baby."
"Thank you, Master," he said, letting Jeff's cock drop out of his mouth, "I'm glad I'm satisfying you."
"T, T, until I tell you different, don't talk, suck!"
"Yes, Master."
T.C. swiftly returned to his task. Jeff put his hands on T.C.'s head, to steady himself as much as to guide the eager mouth.
"I want you to deep throat me now, T. Take me all the way."
"Mmm-mmmm!"
In a couple of minutes, T.C. nose was nudging Jeff's abdomen, his tongue caressing almost the entire length of Jeff's cock.
"Damn, T, are you related to Gene Simmons?"
"Mm."
"I'll take that as a no."
T.C. continued for over half an hour. Jeff moved his hands to T.C.'s broad shoulders, to better brace himself. As the blow-job went on, it got more and more intense. Sometimes, Jeff would squeeze Jeff's muscles forcefully from the sheer pleasure. He realized he was probably going to leave bruises. But it was something he knew T.C. would not mind enduring.
Finally, Jeff could not take it anymore. He pulled T.C.'s greedy mouth off his cock, taking deep breaths as he leaned against the tiled shower wall.
"D-Did I do something wrong, Master?" T.C. stuttered.
"No, unh, no, T. It was, unh, incredible. Just let me, unh, catch my breath."
In a minute, Jeff's was breathing more evenly. "No, T, you did great! Actually, almost TOO great. You see, it's your ass I've been dreaming about for years, and it's your ass I really want to fill."
"Please, Master," he said, as he stood up, turned, bent over, and placed his hands against the wall, "let me fulfill your dream. It's just that," he said, looking back over his shoulder, "I've never been fucked, Master. And your cock . . . " A tinge of awe, and hesitancy, was in his voice.
"I know. Just relax, and we'll take it slow, T. We'll start with fingers, and loosen you up a bit."
Jeff generously covered his right hand with soap. Then he gradually worked his index finger up T.C.'s ass.
"Oh, Master, that feels amazing. I never know it could feel this good."
"Hey, we're just on one finger. It gets better."
"I can hardly wait!"
Jeff's middle finger soon joined the first. Shortly, he was able to add a third.
"Uuuuh!" groaned T.C., wriggling his ass around Jeff's fingers, "give me more!"
"I think you're ready for the grand prize, T."
He removed his fingers from T.C.'s luscious ass, and rubbed them along his own cock. Between the soap, and the massive amounts of pre-cum, Jeff's cock was well lubricated in no time. He placed the head precisely. He'd fantasized about this for so long.
"Ohhh, baby, here we goooo!" As he spoke, Jeff steadily pushed himself into T.C.
"Masterrrrr, unnnnnhh," moaned T.C., moving back against Jeff.
Jeff stopped when he was in halfway. He then set up a leisurely rhythm of fucking. There was no hurry. Jeff wanted this to last.
With each thrust, Jeff was able to push a little further into T.C. He was really getting into being fucked, his head hanging loosely down, his shoulders swaying, and his ass corkscrewing around and squeezing Jeff's cock. His low, guttural groans were broken by high-pitched cries whenever Jeff hit T.C.'s prostate.
Before he knew it, Jeff's pubes were brushing T.C.'s ass. Oh, fuck, thought Jeff, I can't believe I'm all the way in.
To T.C., feeling Jeff's pubes seemed to act as some sort of signal. He roared, "Fuck me, Master, fuck me hard, fuck me good," slamming his ass into Jeff's crotch at each "Fuck!"
"You've got it, T!"
An hour after he had gotten into the shower, Jeff knew he could not control himself any longer. He had hoped to last well into the night, but T.C. was like some mindlessly voracious sexual beast, with his ass being the hungriest part. Jeff thought T.C. would have happily devoured Jeff's entire body that way if it had been possible.
"Aw, fuck! Aw, fuck," he yelled, reaching around T.C. with his soapy hands, stroking his 7" dick rapidly, "This is it, baby!"
T.C. took his hands off the wall and reached back until he was firmly holding Jeff's ass. "Give it to me, Master! Fill me up! Ohhh, do it, do it, do iiiiiiiiit!"
"Oh, maaaan, T! Aw, fuuuuuuuuuuck!!! Uuuunnnnnh!!!!!"
With that, Jeff let go. Cum blasted from his cock as he furiously pounded T.C.'s ass, growling like a bear. The cum boiling inside him triggered T.C.'s own eruption. Throwing his head back, he let out a coyote-like howl, thrusting his dick in and out of Jeff's slick hands, jets of cum spraying out all over. Jeff's orgasm was so intense that he actually lifted the larger T.C. off the shower floor a couple of inches. Jeff was not sure whether it was his arms or his cock that was doing the lifting.
Finally, both men were completely drained. As Jeff's cum leaked around his cock out of T.C.'s ass, they both slid bonelessly to the floor, the shower washing their creamy ejaculate down the drain.
"Fuck!" said Jeff after he had recovered a bit, "For a minute there, I thought I was going to black out. Damn!"
"Me too, Master. That was . . . unbelievable. I've never felt anything like that in my life. Thank you SO much."
"You are VERY welcome."
"I can't wait to do it again!"
"Damn, T! I'm think I've created a monster," Jeff chuckled. "I afraid that's all for tonight. "
T.C. gave Jeff a mildly dejected look. "If you say so, Master. I can wait until tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?! Well, I do like the way you think."
"And I love the way you feel," T.C. said playfully, bumping his ass into Jeff's crotch as he squeezed Jeff's cock with his ass muscles, sending a shudder through Jeff's body.
"Ohhh!! You know, two can play that game!" Jeff said. He made a ring with the index finger and thumb of his right hand, which was still on T.C.'s dick. Then he jiggled it along the still sensitive head, causing T.C. to squirm.
"OK, OK, I give!" Jeff whimpered.
"That's better. Let's not forget who the Master is around here."
"Yes, Master." T.C. said meekly.
"Alright, T. Let's get cleaned up and get ready for bed. Oh, and don't worry about the front door," said Jeff slyly, "I locked it before we started."
They soon showered off the last bits of sweat and cum. T.C. turned off most of the lights in the apartment, as he usually did. Then he joined Jeff in the bedroom, closing the door behind him, and sitting on the bed next to Jeff.
"Now, T, I wanted to discuss a few things before we go to sleep. First, I'm going to move in with you . . ."
"Oh, Master, that's wonderful."
"T, don't interrupt until I'm finished. I'll tell you when that is, OK? You CAN nod, you know."
T.C. nodded, chastised.
"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. I'm going to move in with you, at least for a short time. If anybody asks, you can tell them that I'm an old friend who you're letting stay with you for a bit. Which is true. But nothing about our real relationship to ANYone, right?
T.C, nodded again.
"Oh, and don't call me Master unless we're alone. People just wouldn't understand. Next, in awhile, maybe the next few weeks, you're going to quit your job and return to work for your father's company."
A uncomprehending look crossed T.C.'s face.
"I know your father has been wanting you to work with him for a long time, T, and as an executive, no less. Well, you're going to make Daddy happy. And, through you, I'll take over the company," Jeff said, laughing, " With your help, I'll have access to all the money I need to be able to do more experiments, AND have every luxury imaginable. It will make me so very happy. And you want to make me happy, don't you?"
T.C. shook his head in acknowledgment, puppy-like.
"And don't worry. We won't forget about your friends. At least, not the cute male ones. Because you're going to help me to bring them around to my way of thinking, as it were. I want them to know that I am their Master, as I am yours. They need to be converted, as you were. You were the first, and I want so many more. We'll start with some of those hot cops you work with. Being the chief of your little department will make matters so much easier. And before quit, we'll make sure the rest of the police force is well on it's way to being under my control, too. Then, I think we'll convert the upper management of your dear Daddy's company. That includes your charming, handsome brother. Then we'll work our way down through the rest of the company. After that, we'll just have to see where we are. So, you'll help me do all that, won't you?"
He nodded eagerly.
"Well, that's enough for the moment. Go ahead, you can talk now."
"Oh, Master, I'm so glad you converted me. Obeying your commands and fulfilling your desires finally gives my life purpose. And I'm so pleased you chose me to help you convert others, too. I know Russ and Bobby and my brother will enjoy serving you, as I do. Everyone should know YOU are their Master. The world should know the joy and satisfaction of serving you, Master!"
"Easy, big guy, easy. I'm glad you're so . . . totally committed. Now that will do for tonight," said Jeff, pulling down the bed sheets, "so let's get some sleep. I think tomorrow's going to be a big day."
T.C. quickly joined him and pulled the sheets up to cover them both. He leaned over and gave Jeff a long, enthusiastic kiss, his hands roaming over Jeff's body.
"Oooo, that was very nice, T," Jeff said, smiling, after they had finished. "Now, let's get some sleep. But," he said as he brushed his left hand across T.C.'s cheek, trailing it down his neck and across his chest until Jeff reached T.C.'s left nipple and twirled it, causing him to groan as his eyes rolled up and a shiver went through him, "we'll be doing a LOT more of that in the future."
T.C., his Master's touch still thrilling through him, reached over and turned off the light next to the bed. Then he snuggled up to Jeff's back, wrapping his arms around him. The warmth of T.C.'s body, the feel of his smooth skin and muscled arms, the smell of soap with the slight and lingering scent of his sweat, and the strong beat of his heart against Jeff's back began to lull him to sleep before he knew it. Jeff's last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep were that dreams can come true, and how many more dreams of his would be coming true very soon.