The new lobe plugs started working immediately. He could hear nothing but my dronestream, transmitting everything I needed to know about his physical and sexual motivations. A brilliant and charismatic young man… Absorbed. I could feel him as I caged his will and silenced his autonomy. And most amusing of all, is how excited he was to install the plugs. “Titanium” he beamed. Unwittingly enthusiastic to give me his newly stretched ears as permanent conductors of psyionic energy that would feed from, and nourish his mind and body… attuned solely to the dronestream. A cacophony of soothing digital white noise that could only give room to my voice… My will for his being.
The moustache… It suits him, don’t you think? It sets him apart… and marks him as creature of kink and subservience. He wears it to keep the scent of his master’s seed at the height of his olfactory awareness. ‘Slicked and curled, using what little cum he hasn’t swallowed once I’ve commanded him to service my cock.
“Here’s another set of lobe plugs my boy. Now go show yours to a friend… kiss him deeply… and bring him to me”.