Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2007 18:02:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nexis Pas <nexispas@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Whatever happened to what's his name

Whatever happened to what's his name?
Nexis Pas
Copyright 2007 by the author
nexispas@yahoo.co.uk

A dedication: To the only begetter of this ensuing tale, Mr H. H., all
happiness and that eternity promised by our ever-lying author.

`Oh, good, you're awake. Now don't struggle. There's absolutely no need to
be alarmed. You're in safe hands now. I assure you the bonds are quite
unbreakable. You'll only hurt yourself if you thrash about like that. I
realise it must be quite alarming not to be able to see or to speak, but
that's only a temporary condition while we transport you.

`No doubt you are wondering who I am and what is happening to you. In a
sense, I am not a complete stranger. You do know me, or at least as much of
me as I care to reveal. You've read many of my works. Contrary to what many
readers seem to believe, however, I am not any of the characters or the
narrators in my stories. But inevitably something of myself and some
indications of my interests creep into my tales. Certain themes and devices
reappear. Surely an astute reader such as yourself would have no trouble
seeing them. You may even have speculated what sort of mind would think
such things up. But all these questions will be answered in due course. You
will come to know me a lot better over the next few weeks. I hope you will
even learn to appreciate me and my skills better. I'm positive that you'll
enjoy living the stories so much more than just reading them. I wish I had
the talent to convey to my fans exactly the sorts of feelings and
sensations you will have. They would certainly be intrigued.

`You may be asking yourself "why me?" Why has this "madman" focussed on me?
Well, that tale is simply told. I ran across your comments about my stories
only because I was conceited enough to Google my nom de plume. I am, to
quote you, one of your "favourite new authors", "definitely one of the most
exciting new ones to come along in a while". Naturally I was quite
flattered. But I did wonder why you hadn't written a private note of
appreciation to me. Readers do that, you know. I have fans all over the
world eagerly awaiting my next story. They write and ask when the next one
will appear. They write to tell me how much they enjoyed the latest
one. They tell me they are looking forward to the next one. But did I ever
hear from you? No, not one word. Just a few comments on a forum that I
might never have seen were I not so conceited.

`Well, I waited. I thought maybe after the next story appeared you would
write. But you remained silent. Others wrote but not you. Oh no, not Mr
H. H. And you can write. The sentences in your comments on the forum are
nicely formed. You deploy words well. You express yourself clearly. So I
was at a loss to understand your behaviour. Were you so lazy that you
couldn't click on my email address at the head of the story and write
"Enjoyed the story. Looking forward to the next one"? This in spite of the
fact that you did apparently feel obliged to, as you expressed it, "keep
your end up" for the male-male stories. So you had at least enough energy
to write those comments. But to me, not a jot or a tittle.

`Now, I hope I don't sound resentful or hurt over your behaviour and, I
must say, your inexplicable silence, but I do enjoy these emailed exchanges
with readers. It really is the only reward that I get for writing the
stories. And some readers identify themselves as more than just intrigued
by the stories. It has astonished me to find out how many out there
actually wish to live the stories. On three occasions I have been able to
oblige and to help fans try to fulfil their fantasies. Two of those readers
are now part of my collection, valuable additions in fact. Just as I hope
you will be. The third, unfortunately, proved incapable of realising his
dream. Alas, we are all prone to errors. I am not ashamed to admit that in
that case I made a mistake and misjudged the young man's capacities. I now
know better than to let my hopes run ahead of my better judgement.

`But, I am getting off the subject. When you did not write, I decided to
take matters into my own hands. A simple search on your screen name yielded
a large number of Polish-language sites. Well, somehow your English writing
abilities argued against a foreign origin. I mean, how many Conrads can
there be? I checked with a Pole in my organization and learned that your
screen name and the Polish version of the name of a style of music now
globally popular among the young are the same. That knowledge, however,
brought me no closer to you.

`It may surprise you to learn that your screen name on that forum was no
guarantee of anonymity. It seems that with effort--and I employ those
capable of such efforts--no one is truly anonymous. Imagine my surprise
when these searches led to you. You so modestly hid your looks from
us. Well, perhaps that was wise. You would have had to fend your admirers
off with a stick, as the saying goes, if you had posted a picture with your
profile. It's lucky for me that you chose not to do so. Now I will have you
all to myself. The latest addition to my collection. Of course, you will
have to be trained. But you will enjoy that.

`You are shivering. Well, it is time for your next shot. My jet is about to
take off. It's a long trip, and you will need to rest before we land. We
will talk more later.'

*******

 `Well, here you are again. We did run into just a bit of turbulence on the
flight. You were fortunate to be drugged out of your mind and miss
it. These small jets are a convenience for those of us wanting to hop in
and out of the country without much fuss, but they do bounce around a
bit. As they say, every silver lining has a cloud attached to it.

`Now, you're undoubtedly feeling a bit woozy and fuzzy yet. You'll get used
to that. It's a normal reaction to the hypnotics used during the
conditioning process. The conditioning itself usually only takes three to
four weeks, and after that we'll gradually wean you off the drug. Of
course, by that time, you won't realise much about what's happening to
you. It's one of the side effects of the process. It leaves you totally
obedient and controlled, but you think of that as the natural state of
affairs and are incapable of appreciating the skill, I might say the
artistry, that went into producing you.

`I've been toying with the idea of creating a robot who physically obeys
but whose mind is aware of its enslavement. Think of it, however much your
mind protests, however much you inwardly rage against the bonds that make
your body so compliant, you faultlessly carry out my every command. That
project is still very much in the drawing board stage at the moment,
however. Those remain plans for the future. Someday, I'll make it
happen. But in your case, we will just have to be satisfied with my
tried-and-true methods of erasure and reprogramming.

`So if you're ready, let's begin. Now, don't struggle. For the first few
training sessions, we do take the precaution of using hospital
restraints. In a week or so, they will no longer be necessary. But I assure
you that you cannot escape from them. That's better. And don't look so
worried. This doesn't hurt at all. Quite the contrary. Just relax. You've
been interested in mind control for a long time now. Just think of this as
your chance finally to experience the total reality of it.

`A pity you won't be able to write one of your insightful apercus of the
story that records our little encounter. A new batch of stories appeared on
your favourite mind control story website yesterday. We are taking the
liberty of crafting your comments on the one male-male
posting. Unfortunately it isn't by me, or even by one of your other
favourite authors. You aren't going to like this story very much. We
haven't decided how long to continue your cyber existence as Mr
H. H. Perhaps you will take a break next weekend and then reappear the
following weekend. That may be your last appearance in cyberspace. There
might be someone who wonders whatever happened to the gay guy who used to
join the weekly forum on the new stories and comment on the male-male
stories, but they'll soon forget. It's one of the sad truths about these
stories and forums--no one bothers to search through the old
postings. People appear, they disappear. Who notices? Who cares? Well, soon
enough, you won't notice, you won't care. But I am talking too much. A
fault of mine. Especially when I have a captive audience. So, time to
start. Now just lie back and relax. That's a good lad.

`We're just going to attach this milking device to your cock. It may feel a
bit cold at first, but your body will soon warm it up. The conditioning
process stimulates you and teaches you to associate pleasure with
obedience. You see, your mind may resist at first, but your body, the male
body, will betray you. There's nothing you can do to prevent it. Even now,
your cock is stirring and growing hard as the suction begins. Oh, that moan
tells me that the machinery is working optimally. It is a wonderful device,
isn't it? So hard to resist its pleasant pulsations. So gentle, so moist,
so wonderfully shaped to fit the male organ perfectly.

`Finally, let's just put this helmet on your head. It has some pretty
pictures for you to watch and some nice music to listen to. We'll be back
in a few hours. We'll let you have an hour's rest and then we'll move on to
the second session of your programming.'

******

`I can't tell you how gratified I am with your progress. My programming
methods are improving with each new addition to my collection, but you have
been unusually quick to absorb the training. I can see that you are pleased
by my approval. That is good, very good. My pleasure is your guide to
desirable behaviour.

`I hope you find that chair comfortable. Just rest your hands and forearms
on its arms. Lean back. The chair is especially contoured to support you
and make you feel comfortable. Today we are going to dispense with the
milking machine. You don't need that machine any more. In fact, you hardly
remember it. It's fading from your mind now. You've always been able to
have an orgasm when I command you to. And every time you have an orgasm at
my command, it gets better and better. Every orgasm stronger than the
last. You enjoy orgasms so much. You enjoy orgasming at my command so much.

`Now, direct your eyes to the view screen in front of you. The words from
one of my stories will slowly scroll across the screen. Read each word as
it appears. Each word caresses your mind. Each word is like a smooth,
strong caress of your body. Each word is a warm wet mouth sucking on your
cock. Each word is a hot tongue licking your nipples. You enjoy reading my
writings so much. It doesn't matter what which of my writings appears on
the screen. It could be a boring business letter I've written, and you
would still enjoy each and every word just as much as you are enjoying the
words of this story now. Each word arouses you more and more. Your entire
body and mind focussing on each word as it caresses and arouses you.

`Nothing else matters. Only my words on the screen. Your entire attention
is focussed on my words on the screen. And they make you feel so very, very
aroused. More aroused than you have ever been in your life. My words are a
warm wet mouth sucking slowly up and down on your hard cock. My words make
you feel so aroused, so horny. Each word makes you feel more aroused and
more horny.

`But you don't need to touch yourself. My words are touching you, stroking
you, arousing you, sucking you, caressing you, taking you to greater and
greater heights of pleasure. Each of my words is a wave of pleasure rolling
through your body, engulfing it in pleasure, overwhelming it with
pleasure. Each of my words takes you further and further toward ecstasy.

`That's it. Your cock is throbbing. Your cock is so hard. Your cock is
close to exploding from the pleasure of my words stroking it, sucking it,
caressing it. Each of my words flows in a wave of pleasure from the head of
your cock down, down the entire length of your cock, enclosing it in warm
wet moist pulsating suction that then flows downward, stroking your balls
and your thighs.

`These are the pleasures of obedience. These are the pleasures of
submission. Your body and your mind love these feelings. You obey. You
submit. Nothing else makes you feel such sublime pleasures as my words
stroking your body, my words stroking your cock, my words touching you,
caressing you, sucking you.

`We are nearing the end of the story. When you see "the end" on the screen,
your body will orgasm. Your mind will orgasm. Your body will orgasm. Your
cock will orgasm. Whenever you read any of my writings, each word will
arouse you more and more. Each word will fill you with more and more
ecstasy. Each word will take you closer and closer to a sublime orgasm. As
you read each story, you will experience the story in every detail. Each
word will become part of your experience. Each word will take you further
and further into the story and excite you more and more. Each word will
arouse you and excite you, until you reach the end and explode in ecstasy.

`The end.'