“Don’t try to resist, boy… just relax and enjoy the cleansing of your mind… after a few hours seated here in the Scrambler, your jockboy brain will be scoured and buffed so squeaky clean, you’ll feel like a brand new boy… your memories rinsed down the drain of oblivion… your past erased and washed away into the murky dark ocean of nothingness… a whole new future of enslavement possibilities will be open for you to explore… an obedient, compliant, submissive slave drone… we already have several Masters who’ve expressed interest in training you once you’ve been scrambled and scrubbed clean…”


I gave him a fun (well, fun for me at least) suggestion that he was horny beyond belief, but that whenever he was about to come, he’d fall deep asleep again. He went at it for hours, furiously masturbating, falling deep asleep, and waking up and starting all over again. By the time I finally showed mercy on him and let him cum, he had been inadvertently edging himself for so long, it only took the slightest touch before he shot the biggest load I ever saw.
I’d definitely have to remember this little trick for next time!

While digging through some old boxes, David found his old baseball cap that he wore almost everyday in high school. As soon as he put it on, his eyes glazed over as he mindlessly got up and got in his car. Like nothing had changed in the 6 years since he graduated high school, he sent a picture of his progress to his Coach and drove off to see him.






























