December 23, 2056
Tommy, now in his fifties, was working late at his Ethical BDSM Academy, organizing the files with the psychological profiles of his students—aspiring subs, Doms, and switches...
When the doorbell rang.
Outside, it was raining... It was 9 PM.
The school closed at 4 PM, and it was Christmas Eve’s Eve. Who could it be?
Tommy looked at the security camera and saw a young man, barely of legal age, soaking wet, waiting in front of the door like a stray puppy seeking shelter...
Tommy sighed... He didn’t feel like answering. But he wasn’t the type to leave a clearly troubled kid out in the cold.
He went downstairs and opened the door...
The boy’s face lit up with relief when he saw Tommy... He was drenched, but still cute... a pup. Thin, slender, with wavy red hair, a few freckles, and brown eyes.
Tommy broke the ice.
"What’s going on, kid? The school’s closed today..."
The boy replied, panting, "I-I’m Elia... I need help..."
"Alright, come in," Tommy said, opening the door wider.
He led the boy to a comfortable armchair in his office... gave him a blanket and made him a cup of tea, which the boy clung to as if it were a lifeline.
"So, tell me, what brings you here? You’re very young! How old are you?" Tommy asked reassuringly.
Elia hesitated before answering... "I’m 19. I think I’m in danger. I didn’t know where else to go... I thought this might be a safe place. I know it’s after hours, but... I don’t have time to waste..." Tears streamed down his face.
Tommy looked at him, alarmed. "Danger? What are you threatened by?"
The boy was sobbing, fear rising in his eyes... He struggled to speak, trying to articulate a sentence, but his voice broke before he could make a sound...
Tommy placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you’re safe here. You can tell me anything. You can trust me."
Elia, in tears, finally spoke... "It’s like he said... I can’t explain. I can’t ask for help. It’s just going to happen!" he said, his gaze devoid of hope. Tommy recognized that look. It was the same one he’d seen years ago in the prisoners of the cult that kidnapped young gay subs... The fact that the boy couldn’t speak about who was threatening him was a clear sign: hypnotic chains were binding him...
"Come on, kid, follow me... We’re getting to the bottom of this."
He led the boy to the room in the Academy where both Doms and subs could explore their hidden desires through hypnosis.
He gave the boy an augmented reality headset...
Golden, reassuring spirals appeared before Elia’s eyes... Tommy began speaking in a hypnotic tone: "Elia... you’re safe... look at the spirals, feel them wrapping around you, enveloping you, protecting you... listen to my voice... you’re a good sub, I can see it in your soul... you enjoy obeying orders... now I order you to tell me what you want to tell me... I know you’re forbidden from doing so... but now you’re under my authority and my protection... and your first commandment is to obey a man when he gives you an order... be a good boy... let go of all resistance... open up... you can’t hide... you don’t want to hide."
Elia slipped into a hypnotic trance...
"I wanted to explore my sub side and I turned to Lucas, a hypno-Master in my area... He’s a famous psychiatrist who told me he’d help me explore all my desires safely... I entered his villa, which was full of his subs dressed as sexy waiters... I thought they were happy... He hypnotized me, and while I was in subspace, he told me I’d never free myself from his grip... He said I’d try to resist but I’d have no escape, that I couldn’t ask for help... He’d give me for a while brief periods of freedom, but I’d always come back to him... I’d only find peace when he used me, tortured me, humiliated me, reaching ecstasy in being used, mixed with guilt and terror at not being able to do without it... But when I tried to return to being Elia, my mind would go into a state of anguish and craving that would bring me back to being used again... Lucas would keep me in this limbo until I begged him to take away all of my identity as Elia to become one of his mindless personal slaves, with the sole purpose of feeling whatever he wanted me to feel and serving him in every way... He said that only then would I be happy, unless he decided he wanted to make me suffer for his amusement... I-I just wanted to explore my sub side, but I don’t want to lose myself... my loved ones... I feel like I don’t have much time before his curse comes true."
Tommy snapped his fingers and ended the hypnosis session.
Elia woke up, tears streaming down his face.
Tommy didn’t hesitate: "Alright, little one, the situation is serious... I know Lucas. He was a colleague of mine in psychiatry... He’s taken a much darker path than I thought. Don’t worry... you’re safe here. No one’s taking your identity away. You did the right thing coming to me. I’ve also had to deal with people in my sub history who wanted to erase me to turn me into nothing but a reflection of their power... And like you, and most subs, I was afraid that exploring my desire for surrender and my shadows would make me lose sight of myself. I thought there was no way to reconcile those two worlds, but that’s not true... I found my wholeness and resisted the dark forces that wanted to break me. You will too... The hypnotic chains binding you are already loosened. You’ve already disobeyed Lucas by asking me for help... you’ll sleep here tonight."
Tommy led Elia to the guest room at the school and tucked him in... Before he fell asleep, he whispered, "Tonight, you’ll visit a special place with special people in your dreams... but always remember, you’re safe."
Before going to bed, Tommy knelt on his bed with his hands clasped... "Belial, Luciferiel... I’ve seen myself as a young man in Elia... I invoke you tonight... justice must be done."
That night, Tommy, Elia, Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca found themselves before Belial and Luciferiel... This time, it wasn’t Tommy at the center of the room, but Elia... terrified in his pajamas before the two Deities, yet at the same time excited by their authoritative aura...
Belial grinned. "Hehe, how cute... reminds me of Tommy the first time he accidentally invoked me..."
Luciferiel interrupted, sensing Elia’s anguish... "Calm down, Elia. We are benevolent Deities... We’ve guided Tommy in exploring his shadows, allowing him to probe his most forbidden desires without losing himself... But tonight, we’re not here for him. We’re here for you. We’re aware that Lucas, a hypno-Master, is trying to take control of your soul for his sexual gratification... Look..." He snapped his fingers, and Elia’s aura materialized... It was very beautiful, infused with shades of blue and white... Around it were gray spirals... which didn’t touch Elia’s aura, which emitted a light that kept them at bay... Luciferiel continued, "As you can see, your aura is stronger and brighter than you think... Yes, Lucas tried to imprison it, but no matter how much he controls the minds of his subs, he cannot truly possess their souls... His spirals will never extinguish your light. Especially not now that you’re under our protection."
Luciferiel then snapped his fingers again and materialized the auras of Tommy, Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca... They were all connected to each other, with Tommy’s at the center... Each one shined and reflected the light of the others... "See, little one... Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca are Tommy’s Masters... but they’ve never forced him to do anything that wasn’t already part of his desires... They’ve only helped him discover and be his whole self, exploring the part of him that loves to surrender control, but without ever taking away his free will... The power they’ve exercised over Tommy was always delegated to them by Tommy out of trust, and it was always wielded with responsibility and love, to protect and help Tommy flourish... And in turn, they’ve been changed by Tommy, becoming better people—more humble and empathetic in the process... This is what a healthy power exchange relationship does. What you experienced with Lucas was only abuse and manipulation by a small man who needed to feel strong..."
Elia felt a weight lift from his chest... Tears fell from his face, but this time not from despair, but from relief...
Belial spoke up: "Tommy, I hope you’ve summoned us knowing what you’re doing... What’s your plan? Do you want to punish Lucas? You know that as Deities, we cannot alter the free will of humans, and neither can you, even if he’s using it for evil..."
Tommy replied: "I just want him to go through what he puts his depersonalized subs through... a kind of accelerated karma... I think it would do him good. It’s almost Christmas Eve. I want to give him an unforgettable experience... and obviously, free Elia and the other subs from his yoke... I could use your powers for one night..."
Riccardo interjected: "Tommy, you don’t have to do this alone... You’re a sub, not a sadist... I’m a Dom. I have more experience than you in dominating minds, and I’d take great pleasure in making that worm grovel as he deserves... You can leave the revenge to us. You’ve already done enough by uncovering the problem..."
Tommy smiled... and replied: "Thank you, Riccardo... You’ve always been a chivalrous Master... but this battle is mine to fight. If I need your help, I’ll ask. I’ve known Lucas since medical school, and I know exactly what he’s like... He’s a genius... IQ of 140, muscular, a brilliant student... He thinks he’s an alpha male and that this gives him the right to abuse others’ minds to feel powerful... He’s a weak man who has to bring others down to feel like someone... He’s perverted psychiatry and hypnosis, turning them into tools of oppression rather than liberation... He’s the exact opposite of what I stand for. So, I want to be the one to teach him a lesson... And don’t underestimate me, Riccardo. I have my dark side too, and I know a thing or two about bending minds... I’m a psychiatrist, after all. And besides... subs know the tricks of Doms better than you think. We’re two sides of the same coin."
Riccardo smiled, intrigued... "Alright, pup... Far be it from me to underestimate you... And I must say, I’m fascinated to see you explore your sadistic side... You know you can count on us if you need to..."
Marco and Francesca smiled and added: "Do what you think is right. We’re always with you."
Luciferiel stood up and approached Tommy and Elia... He spoke to Tommy first: "If I grant you access to our powers, you’ll bear a great responsibility... I trust you, Tommy, but if you abuse the power we give you... you’ll pay the consequences. No discounts just because you’re our protégé. Honestly, I’d be very disappointed in you if you used our powers for evil. I sense your thirst for revenge... I want to honor your free will and grant your request, but I hope you know what you’re doing and that you won’t let the power corrupt you..."
Then he turned to Elia: "And you... you were brave to ask Tommy for help... but what do you truly want? Even if you’re a young sub, don’t think your will doesn’t matter... You may have a submissive side, but you’re still the Master of your own life. What is your desire?"
Elia: "I just want to save my soul and explore my sub side without my identity being destroyed. And I want the other boys Lucas has imprisoned to be free... and for Lucas to pay for what he’s done."
Belial lit up: "Good boy! I’d say you have clear ideas... Come on, brother, let’s finish this. Dawn isn’t far. Tommy, we trust your intelligence... We grant you temporary access to our powers. I hope you prove worthy of them..."
With that, they fixed their eyes intently on Tommy’s, creating a telepathic connection... The eyes of Luciferiel, Belial, and Tommy glowed with the same light for a moment... then returned to their natural color... but Tommy felt stronger, as if he could shape others’ minds like clay... For a second, a dark thought flashed through his mind: “What if I became like Lucas? What if... I liked it?...” but he immediately pushed the doubts aside. "Thank you, Masters. I won’t disappoint you..."
December 24, 2056
Elia woke up in the morning feeling lighter, his heart filled with hope again.
Tommy made him a cup of tea... They spent the day together in the lounge of Tommy’s Ethical BDSM Academy...
Wood was everywhere, giving a sense of warmth... The shelves were filled with psychology and sexology books, and comfortable leather armchairs... The atmosphere was warm and intimate.
Of course, in the lower floors, there was a professional dungeon where aspiring Doms and subs could freely explore their fantasies... but that wasn’t where Tommy wanted Elia to spend Christmas Eve... The boy had already been burned enough by playing with BDSM and needed to anchor himself in a warmer, less threatening world...
Tommy asked Elia to tell him his story...
Elia came from a working-class family. They weren’t particularly well-off. He had five brothers. He was the youngest. His father was very masculine and quite authoritarian.
Elia hadn’t received much attention from his parents, who had to work miracles to support the family...
He was the only one of the five brothers to be gay, and this created a distance between him and his older brothers, who struggled to understand him... His father had made him attend a vocational school with the idea of him working in a factory... but Elia loved drawing and painting and had wanted to be an artist... but he had conformed to his family’s expectations to avoid disappointing his father.
His desires for submission had emerged early... as early as 14 or 15 years old.
Tommy asked Elia... "What do you seek in submission? What does that desire for surrender represent to you?"
Elia thought for a moment and then replied: "I’m not sure... I think I’m looking for a sense of security... Strong, authoritative men awaken something deep within me on a sexual level... but it’s not just that... I seek security... I seek someone who sees me, who protects me as if I were the most precious thing in the world... I’ve never truly been seen by my parents, and I’ve had to fend for myself, adapting to a world I didn’t belong to... In the arms of a Dom, I seek the attention and understanding I’ve never had. Instead, I found a psychopath who wanted to take away the only thing I’ve clung to my whole life to survive: my identity..."
Elia’s words weighed heavily on Tommy’s mind... Elia had just shown him his vulnerability, placing it in his hands... Something in Tommy’s heart unlocked... unleashing his protective Dom side, which rarely manifested so openly... He was used to reading and guiding his patients and the Academy’s students, but he usually did so while maintaining a professional demeanor... This time, however, there were no roles—just two souls connecting... Tommy hugged Elia tightly... "You’re safe here... Tonight, justice will be served... For now, let’s proceed with your final liberation... Look into my eyes, little one..."
Tommy lifted Elia’s chin and locked his blue eyes with Elia’s brown ones... He activated his new hypnotic powers, which, combined with his technical knowledge from psychiatry, were more powerful than ever... Their gazes met... Their eyes glowed with the same white light... "Elia, I free you from your chains... You’re free to be your whole self. Your submission is your vulnerability... your beating heart... It belongs only to you... Only you can choose who is worthy of holding it, and no one can take it away... Your soul is yours alone... Whoever you choose as your Dom will only have the honor of protecting it and making it shine as it deserves. Never give your vulnerability to someone who wants to abuse it. That’s the only order I give you..."
Elia instantly felt lighter, his clarity of mind restored... He hugged Tommy, whispering sincerely, "Thank you, my Lord..."
Tommy was left speechless... No one had ever called him that so explicitly and spontaneously before... He had dominated other subs for fun, but always under his Masters’ orders... No one had ever made him feel so dominant... For a moment, he wondered if he was betraying his sub essence... But then he felt the connection with Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca as strong as if they were there with him, and he realized he wasn’t betraying his sub side... He simply also had a dominant polarity within him. After all, he’d always known it since the end his college years, when he’d had to learn to be his own Master to make it and to take care of his patients and Karma... Every sub, after all, must be their own Master to stand on their own.
Luciferiel and Belial watched the scene from above... They saw the spirals around Elia’s aura evaporate... Elia’s aura pulsed with happiness... Belial smiled... "Well, our pup is doing well so far... Who would’ve thought he had a hidden Dom side?"
Luciferiel replied: "Well, we’ve always known. He knows how to guide those who ask for his guidance. It’s part of his mission as a psychiatrist and a teacher... He’s even guided his own Masters when they risked losing themselves in their narcissism... But it’s true... This time, he didn’t do it just for work or to please his Masters with his versatility. He enjoyed it. Something in his heart unlocked thanks to Elia... He’s still a sub, but this time, he truly felt a Dom’s emotion. He’s a sub who can switch with those who can access the Dom part of his heart..."
Belial... "It’s beautiful to witness this exchange of energies. However... tonight we’ll see how Tommy handles power when faced with someone he feels existential rage toward... We’ll see if he passes the test or loses himself..."
Luciferiel said nothing. He just nodded gravely, his gaze fixed on Tommy’s Academy.
Tommy told Elia... "Come on... Tonight, you’ll sleep at my house with my husband... Don’t worry, no threesomes or anything like that... I don’t have relationships with my Academy’s students, and besides... I don’t think that’s what you need right now, as shaken as you are..."
Elia made a face that betrayed his disappointment... Tommy laughed... "Something tells me you’re not so innocent..."
Elia blushed, with a mischievous yet tender look.
Tommy entered the house... Cristiano was surprised to see the young twink: "Love... who’s this young one?”
Tommy: “I’m not proposing a threesome. He’s Elia, a young sub that Lucas, a hypno-Master, tried to destroy with his hypnosis... Tonight, I have a mission to accomplish. Lucas needs to be put in his place. I’ve been granted temporary access to Belial and Luciferiel’s powers... I need to stay close to Elia... He’ll sleep in the guest room... You don’t mind, do you?"
Cristiano smiled... but then said in a dark tone: "Of course not... But this isn’t another showdown with demons like when we faced Satan himself years ago, is it?"
Tommy replied firmly: "No... It’s just a malicious human I’ve known since medical school... And tonight, I’m the one with access to divine powers... The roles are reversed... It’s Lucas who should be praying..."
A dark light flickered in Tommy’s eyes... Cristiano felt a slight shiver... "Well, you know my love protects you... I hope it also helps you remember who you are... Don’t abuse divine power to stoop to that hypno-Master’s level..."
Tommy swallowed... He didn’t know how it would go himself. He’d never handled such a great responsibility before... He hated what Lucas represented, but at the same time, he feared where that hatred might lead him...
That night, before going to bed, Tommy asked Elia: "Tonight, I’ll confront Lucas... Do you want to be there? Or would you rather not see him again?"
Elia: "A part of me is still afraid of him... but I know I’m safe with you... and I want to see the arrogance fade from his eyes."
Tommy smiled... "Very well, then we’ll see you in the dream world, little one..."
Night fell...
Lucas was sleeping in his luxurious villa across the city, with a hypnotized sub sleeping at his feet, tears streaming down his face as he thought about his past life, his lost loved ones, and his inability to escape...
The sub, however, felt something in the air... something he hadn’t felt since he’d met Lucas... hope.
Lucas, on the other hand, found himself abruptly thrown into the dream realm without ceremony.
This time, on Belial’s throne, sat Tommy, and beside him, on a smaller throne, was Elia.
Lucas laughed scornfully: "This is rich! My subconscious has a great sense of humor... finding myself face to face with my submissive colleague and my latest acquisition, deluded by a dominance fantasy..."
Tommy laughed... "Oh, esteemed colleague... You have no idea how much I want to lose myself in this dominance fantasy with you..."
Lucas replied: "Oh yeah? And what do you know about dominance? You may be a psychiatrist and have created your woke version of BDSM in your Academy, but no matter how intelligent you are, you’re still a sub... a weak mind.
I’m a Master, an alpha, a superior being who deserves to be worshipped by birthright.
My mind, my body... everything proves it... Nature is like that—there are predators and prey..."
Elia was clenching his fists...
Tommy gave him a reassuring look before speaking...
"I always find it interesting when a psychiatrist with a high IQ can’t recognize in himself the same disorders he diagnoses in others—narcissism, first and foremost... But as we know, personality disorders are egosyntonic, and those who delude themselves don’t know they’re deluded... That applies to you too, esteemed colleague..."
Lucas replied, annoyed: "Narcissistic? Me? I don’t have an idealized vision of myself. I’m a superior being. Muscles, IQ, beauty, education... There’s a reason Elia came to me before coming to you for whatever reason... and my subs feel my superiority... Sure, at first they try to tell themselves they’re whole people, with their own lives, morals, autonomy, critical thinking... but a part of them just wants to worship a superior man... I enjoy watching them struggle, watching them resist... until I break them and they abandon all resistance and attachment to their identity... and become what they’re meant to be: my faithful little dogs, who revel in their submission to me and do whatever I ask of them. I don’t want to hurt them, you know... Once their resistance is gone, they’re happy, stupid, carefree, and always aroused, with no worries... And I take care of them until I get tired of them and sell them to some Master or decondition them to reintegrate them into society..."
Tommy looked deeply into his eyes... "Mmm... We have very different worldviews, my friend. The way I see it, submission isn’t weakness—it’s trust placed in those who deserve it and the courage to explore one’s shadows... Only a fool or a narcissist would mistake it for weakness... And despite your IQ, you’re very foolish and obtuse... You think you’re bringing your subs to their essence by removing their identity and personality, but you’re just mutilating them. Your IQ isn’t a merit—it’s luck, a privilege... just like your education. Privilege reveals who people truly are. Some use privilege to lift others up, and some use it to bring others down to feel powerful... You fall into the second category.
But here’s a fun fact! Today, I want to adhere to your philosophy of life... I feel like acting the way you do..."
Lucas burst out laughing as he strode confidently toward Tommy and Elia. Elia was starting to get scared, but Tommy took his hand...
Lucas: "Oh yeah? And what do you think you’ll do to me? You’re just a sub with a tender heart... You’re not capable of dominating me... In fact, I bet if I used my hypnotic powers on you, I could add you to my collection of brainless subs, and you’d like it too... You’d be my favorite trophy..."
Tommy’s eyes locked with Lucas’… Their blue turned icy and bright... Lucas’ eyes, against his will, took on the same glassy hue...
Tommy smiled maliciously... "Now be quiet. Your journey begins. You’re under my control. You can’t speak, can’t move unless I order you to. On your knees, worm."
Lucas knelt, his gaze glassy and icy, but with a pained expression...
Elia smiled.
Tommy said coldly: "You think this is just a dream, but it’s the beginning of your future. I know exactly what you’re thinking... I remember when we studied medicine together... You were against public healthcare... You believed the world is based on a natural hierarchy... that there are fragile individuals— economically, mentally, or physically—who are a burden on society and should be left to die or... converted into servants for the privileged like you.
Empathy and solidarity have never been your strong suits, just as you’ve never been able to understand that a life is valuable beyond its productive capacity... Sometimes, with Darwinist socialites like you, empathy can’t be explained with words—it has to be taught through direct experience... ... I want to give you an experience... How should I call it? What do you narcissistic Doms call it when you brainwash your subs? A transformative experience! Elia, are you curious to see how this ends?"
Elia looked at Tommy with a mix of fear and curiosity... He was grateful to Tommy for what he was doing and trusted him, but at the same time, Tommy’s emerging darkness unsettled him... Nevertheless, he replied: "Yes, I’m very curious."
Tommy, sensing Elia’s unease, squeezed his hand and winked at him... then continued: "Very well, Lucas... Let’s start by planting a seed of erotic submission in that genius mind of yours... Strip."
Lucas mechanically stripped, his mouth twisted in a contrite expression...
His pectorals and abs were in peak condition...
And his penis, 6 inches when flaccid, was fully exposed.
Tommy clapped his hands... "Good little monkey!!! Your mind will keep its supremacist and elitist beliefs... I’ll leave you with your convictions... but you’ll start feeling growing arousal as I humiliate and degrade you, stripping away your identity piece by piece... exactly what you do to your subs..."
To his horror, Lucas’s cock began to harden, reaching its full 9.5 inches in seconds...
Even Elia was impressed.
Tommy bit his lip... "Mmm... quite an impressive endowment, I must say. But it’s a bit too much for a little worm like you... What you’ll experience tonight is the loss of your privilege... Don’t worry, Lucas, it’ll hurt, but you’ll like it. Your tears will be delicious... Let’s start by reducing your dick... I’d say 2 inches is enough for what I have planned for you..."
Tommy snapped his fingers... Lucas’s penis shrank until it became a sort of swollen clitoris... On it, Tommy materialized a pink chastity cage, which he locked instantly, then handed the keys to Elia... Elia, smiling, said: "I don’t think we’ll need the keys... I say we destroy them and make it permanent!!!"
Tommy lit up: "Great idea, pup!"... He snapped his fingers, and the keys dissolved into the air... while the lock on the cage melted, fusing with the rest of the cage into a permanent pink prison...
Lucas tried to convince himself in his mind that it was just a dream... Tommy could hear his thoughts and quickly broke the illusion:
“Just a dream... You know perfectly well that it’s impossible that the subconscious of a psychopath like you could produce this experience alone... You’re under my influence, my dear... and this is only the beginning... Let’s continue dismantling your identity, piece by piece... I’d say for a sub, you’re a bit too muscular... You enjoyed starving your subs until they were weak and atrophied, unable to defend themselves from your beatings, right? Very well. Let’s get rid of all this excess muscle..."
Lucas’s body began to twist, but his cock kept dripping from the chastity cage as tears streamed down his face... The physique he’d worked on his whole life was literally evaporating before his eyes... After a few minutes of agony, all that remained was a thin, trembling body, barely able to support its own weight...
Tommy looked at Elia and asked provocatively: "Better like this, no?"... Elia replied: "Yes, I’d say it suits him more."
But Tommy wasn’t satisfied... Lucas was still too... intact.
"Very well! We’ve laid the foundation for your future life, but there’s still much to do... Off with every hair from your slave baby body!"
Every hair tore from Lucas’s body, the follicles ripping from his skin, as Lucas let out a piercing scream of pain... but his cock... or rather, clitoris... kept dripping...
He was hairless and skinny to the point of looking anorexic... He looked like a starved prisoner... but Tommy still wasn’t satisfied...
"He’s a bit plain, don’t you think? We should decorate him..." Elia smiled: "I agree... Let’s prettify him... I mean, uglify him a bit..."
Tommy fixed his icy eyes on Lucas, with a wicked grin...
Piercings materialized on Lucas’s nose, ears, and tongue, with chains attached to them…
"These are to make your status clear and to keep you on a leash—the only way you’ll be allowed to move from now on... This one’s for you, Elia..."
He snapped his fingers...
Lucas screamed in pain as the words "Property of Elia" were magically carved into his back.
Lucas was sobbing, but precum kept dripping from his chastity cage...
In his mind, he thought: “Is this really what my subs feel? I’m not a sub... I can’t stand the humiliation, and the fact that I’m even aroused by it... Death would be better.”
Tommy laughed, reading his thoughts... "Oh no, Lucas... You’ll have a happy life once I cut the bond tying you to your old identity... But first, I want to enjoy your suffering a little longer... I think you still have too much control over your body... Give it up... to me."
Urine began gushing from the chastity cage... and Lucas’s anal sphincter gave out, forcing him to expel his feces in front of Tommy and Elia...
Then Lucas’s breathing became irregular, as if his body had forgotten how to breathe... sending him into apnea... Tommy was laughing like a madman. Elia was a little scared...
Tommy raised his hand in the air... "Okay, okay, worm... Breathe... It was just a bit of breath play... You’re so delicate... I’ve just made you incontinent, solids and liquids... Your ass won’t resist anything inserted into it from now on... You’ll have to wear a diaper and a butt plug 24/7... But before we finish your upgrade, clean up the mess you made... with your mouth."
Lucas’s expression was one of utter disgust, but Tommy’s hypnosis gave him no escape... He licked his urine from the floor and ate his shit, obeying like a good little dog... The extreme humiliation aroused him against his will, even though he still thought being a sub was a condition of inferiority compared to a normal person. The cognitive dissonance between what he thought and what he felt was killing him, and Tommy, watching the scene amused, was well aware of it.
Belial and Luciferiel watched the scene from above, worried that Tommy might fall completely to the dark side...
Tommy: "Very good! Now let’s complete your upgrade..."
A huge butt plug sealed Lucas’s incontinent, stretched anus, and a diaper wrapped around his intimate parts...
Lucas’s mind was torn between arousal and horror at his own arousal, but Tommy’s hypnosis prevented him from speaking.
"Good boy! The only flaw left is that you still have an IQ that’s too high... For years, you’ve had fun erasing your subs’ mental faculties with hypnosis... Now I’ll do the same to you. You’ll see, you’ll like it. You’ll feel much lighter. An IQ of 140 doesn’t suit the life I have in mind for you or your new personality—if we can even call it that... Look deeply into my eyes."
Elia was now starting to fear Tommy. Tommy’s icy eyes pierced Lucas’… Lucas’ mind began to be enveloped in a fog that made it harder for him to formulate complex thoughts or make associations... His essence was still that of a supremacist narcissist, but now he no longer felt so sure of himself... His IQ had been halved, and he realized it... For the first time in his life, he felt like an inferior being... someone he would have normally despised and demanded to command... And yet, feeling so small, so vulnerable, so defenseless before Tommy’s intellect aroused him... The cage dripped as his tears fell profusely...
At that point, Tommy stood up from Belial’s throne and took Lucas’s chin in his hand...
"Now this is perfect. I like you much better this way. Now, pup... I know you’re suffering. You’re still clinging to your old elitist asshole identity... Your value system makes the transition to your new condition unbearable... I’ll give you the chance to stop suffering... You won’t go back either way... You can ask me to make you mine. I’ll erase what’s left of Lucas... Only your new self will remain, with no memory of who you were, happy to be my stupid, pathetic sub... You’ll enjoy every order and every humiliation Elia and I give you, and you’ll be carefree. You won’t have to think about anything. In your psychophysical condition, you’d have to rely on the welfare you once despised to survive, but we’ll provide for your essential needs... You’ll have a long life of enthusiastic humiliation, the same kind you reserved for your subs without their consent. If you refuse, you’ll still have a life of humiliation under our control, but you’ll despise yourself for your constant arousal from the degradation we’ll subject you to... So, Lucas... what do you say? Do you want to stop suffering? Let go..."
Tommy’s voice wrapped around Lucas’ mind... A powerful desire for surrender had been born in him... He wanted to be shaped... He was experiencing the ecstasy of subspace for the first time, but his attachment to his old self made surrender impossible... He didn’t want to suffer anymore. He just wanted to enjoy the subspace and forget about everything else…
And so he replied: "M-make me yours."
Luciferiel and Belial watched the scene with anguish, and the sleep of Riccardo, Marco, Francesca, and Cristiano was restless. They feared for Tommy’s soul, which was getting increasingly closer to a black hole of darkness.
Tommy laughed... "Very well. Your abandonment of your identity, along with the loss of your self-confidence and cognitive sharpness, has erased your hypnotic abilities... All your subs are now free. Your hypnotic power over them is officially gone. You’re so weak... In the end, to avoid suffering, you betrayed your own value system, as horrible as it was... Not like Elia, who rebelled against your non-consensual hypnosis and asked for my help. He may be a sub, but he has far more self-esteem and resilience than you. Without your IQ and muscles, you’re just a defenseless chick..."
Elia looked at his former Master with pity.
Tommy: "While you still have your memories, tell Elia where your supremacist, dictatorial beliefs come from... Don’t worry, even with an IQ of 70 and not remembering much of your past, my hypnosis will unlock your memories..."
Lucas spoke as if a chest in his mind had been opened: "My father was a head cardiologist, and my mother was his obedient housewife... He raised me with the idea that people are only worth what they can produce and that it’s right for those with more abilities to command those with less. He believed in natural selection, selfishness, and the law of the strongest. He considered women and gays inferior. When he found out I was gay, despite my intelligence and macho physique, he disowned me... I tried to shine as a doctor and psychiatrist to feel like someone, to prove to him I wasn’t a weak faggot like he thought I was... And controlling and breaking the minds of subs made me feel powerful. After all... I didn’t hate my subs. I needed them to feel like someone, to not feel inferior like my father made me feel my whole life. Once I’d broken them and their minds only held submission and arousal, a part of me genuinely thought I’d freed them... freed them from the burden of having to be someone that I carry. I’ve always thought their lives were worth less than mine because they had a submissive streak, which to me has always been synonymous with inferiority... I thought submission was all they had to offer. I never tried to truly know them. If I’d had to admit they were complex people as worthy as me, I wouldn’t have felt powerful anymore, and my castle would’ve crumbled... Without power and control, I don’t know who I am. Take me now, Tommy. Put an end to my suffering... Erase Lucas from existence."
Tommy felt the weight of Lucas’s words deep within him. He held his soul in his hands. A narcissist like Lucas would have revelled in absolute power, but Tommy didn’t need that kind of power to feel like someone. On the contrary, the idea of truly destroying Lucas disgusted him. Until that moment, he’d enjoyed playing with his sadistic side because he relished seeing justice done. He relished seeing the arrogance fade from Lucas’s face and scaring him to death... But now, seeing Lucas stripped of every defense, he no longer felt anger—only pity. Pity for his story, for the lack of love that had permeated his life.
Tommy took Elia’s hand and said: "As you can see, evil begets evil. He’s a deeply wounded creature too, even if that doesn’t excuse his actions. Do you really want him as your slave to complete your revenge? Now his subs are free, his mental yoke is broken. Do you really care about having a mindless sub who worships you as a god just to avoid suffering?"
Elia answered without hesitation: "No, my Lord... I don’t want that. I wouldn’t be at peace with myself. I don’t want an empty shell. I wouldn’t get any pleasure from it. I’m not even a Dom. I just wanted him to pay for what he did, but now he’s suffered enough... I just want him to never hurt anyone again."
Tommy smiled: "Good answer, Elia! I’m proud of you. You’re so strong and have a pure soul. I knew the thirst for revenge wouldn’t consume you."
"As for you, Lucas, I won’t actually take your identity away, even if you asked me to. You’ll be yourself again—IQ of 140, memories, muscles, and an alpha male’s cock. I’ll return all your privileges to you... but you won’t be the same. My gift to you is what you experienced tonight... I can’t change your value system. Only you can choose what to believe in. But now your soul knows what it’s like to be in a position of non-consensual vulnerability. Now you know what subs feel when they want to surrender, and you know what you’ve subjected them to by using their submissive impulses to destroy them, instead of making them whole. You won’t see them as separate from you anymore. If you try to abuse them again with your hypnosis... your mind will relive what you experienced tonight, and the suffering will make it impossible for you to exercise non-consensual hypnotic control over a sub... You’ll never imprison anyone’s mind again, even if you want to. My gift is forced empathy... I’m sparing you a punitive reincarnation in the next life. You should thank me."
With those words, Tommy snapped his fingers, and Lucas returned to himself... muscles, 9.5 inches cock, his pajamas on his body, his dignity, his quick mind... and no lingering arousal from the humiliation... Lucas exhaled in relief.
So did Belial and Luciferiel from above, happy that Tommy hadn’t betrayed himself and impressed by the sadism he had demonstrated...
Lucas: "Thank you, Tommy, for not destroying me."
Tommy replied: "Don’t mention it, Lucas. I’m not like you. Merry Christmas and have a good life!"
With those words, the dream dissolved...
December 2056, 25:
Lucas woke up in his villa. He knew it hadn’t just been a dream. His subs were themselves again. They were crying, but this time with joy at their regained humanity.
Some of them spat on Lucas; others didn’t even deign to look at him. They were all packing their bags and returning to their families for Christmas, with whom they’d lost contact since meeting Lucas... Lucas knew he’d be reported to the police for kidnapping and abuse of power, and he accepted it. He knew he deserved it. This time, he wouldn’t run from his responsibilities. He was no longer the weakling who rationalized and justified his own cruelty to avoid taking the blame. He knew he’d been a monster, but he also knew he was the product of an upbringing that had made him that way. He looked at his ex-subs with renewed respect. They’d lived through the hell he’d been subjected to for years, and yet they were still there, happy to reunite with their families and be themselves, despite the trauma he’d inflicted on them. They weren’t inferior at all... They were stronger than him—he hadn’t even tried to fight to defend his identity... But maybe they’d received a love he’d never known, and that was why they were so attached to their loved ones and their lives.
In any case, Lucas was grateful to still be himself. His life was ruined; he’d probably end up in prison... but at the same time, he knew he was already becoming a better person, and that no punishment would be worse than what he’d experienced that fateful night.
Elia, on the other hand, woke up with Cristiano and Tommy...
He got up like a happy child... "Merry Christmas, my Lords," he said to Tommy and Cristiano, who were drinking coffee together at the living room table, telling each other what had happened during the night.
"Merry Christmas to you, pup... How are you?" Tommy asked.
Elia spoke, blushing... "It was crazy. I was scared. I was scared that you had really become like Lucas for a moment. But then I realized it was all a bluff and that the humiliation was... therapeutic. I don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done... Can I... can I become your personal sub? If your husband agrees, of course."
Cristiano smiled amusedly, saying nothing...
Tommy ruffled his hair... "Elia, you’re so sweet it hurts… I am flattered and honoured, I really am. You’d make an excellent sub, I know it, but I have a lot on my plate. I’m a sub myself with three Masters, a husband, and 4 grandchildren to look after, besides running the school... I don’t have the time to give you what you deserve, and besides, I’m old... But you’ve awakened my Dom side like no one else ever has. You’ll make a wonderful sub if that’s who you want to be. Don’t limit yourself, don’t put yourself in a box, and never give up any facet of your beautiful personality... What I can do for you is enroll you for free in my Ethical BDSM Academy... You’ll learn everything you need to know about healthy power exchange, and I’ll personally help you find the right Dom for you if that’s what you want. In any case... with me and Cristiano, you’ll always have a safe haven."
Elia hugged Tommy and Cristiano... For the first time, he felt seen and safe. It was truly Christmas.
The End 🎄
