Jack

"What's happening?  What are you doing?" Jack exclaimed, rubbing his eyes and staring into Karl's smirking face.

"Taking ownership of your life Jack" Karl replied calmly.

"What....how...." Jack began, before Karl motioned him to be quiet.

"I hypnotised you Jack", Karl stated calmly.  "A deep programme inside you, and you can't do anything about it.  You can't ever escape it.  I wanted to own you and I have won.  I told you to prepare for this moment and... Well here you are."

Jack's heart raced as the words sank in.  He knew he couldn't make sense of why he was sat here.  That Karl's claim must somehow be true, but it didn't make any sense.  How could this be happening to him?

"Why?  Why would you do this?   What are you wanting to do with me?"

"Why Jack?  It's simple.  I want to truly own another man.  Truly.  And what I have planned would never happen unless I truly owned you.  I have chosen you because you are a perfect specimen in every way.  I think you will make an excellent slave."

"You can't just manipulate me like this", Jack growled.  "This is crazy.  I have a life, a future, a family.". Jack stood and moved towards Karl in anger.

Wordlessly and without moving from his seat, Karl clicked his fingers.  Instantaneously Jack felt his body crumble and, before he knew what had happened, Jack lay in a heap on the floor.  Helplessly, he looked up unable to move.  Above him he could see Karl's white socks and Karl did not move.

Jack lay on the floor long enough for Karl to prove his point.  Slowly, Karl rose from the sofa and stood above Jack.  He smirked down at the immobile hunk on the floor and squatted above Jack.  "No you weren't listening Jack.  I said I own you.  And there is nothing you can do about it.  My every word is your command, and any resistance is impossible.  You have no free will any more."

Jack stared up at Karl, frozen immobile.  As his mind raced in confusion he watched Karl reach down and remove a sock from his foot.  Smiling openly, Karl reached forward and opened Jack's mouth wide.  Carefully and deliberately he fed his sock into Jack's open mouth and closed his lips to keep Jack's mouth stuffed.

With a click of the fingers, Jack's body came back to life.  "Sit down again", Karl growled.  Confused and afraid, Jack raised himself from the floor and sat on the chair.

Jack could taste the sweat from Karl's feet on the sock inside his mouth and yet he realised he had no ability to remove the sock under his own free will.  Karl recognised the struggle with glee.

"I hope you are learning a lesson Jack.  For your sake."

"I told you to remove your body hair.  To tell the world you are gay, even though you never were up to this point.  To change your life.  And you did it."

"You sat down now because I told you to do so.  And my sock is stuffed in your mouth until I tell you otherwise.  You can't ever deny me Jack,  I own your mind."

Jack shifted uncomfortably in his seat.  He couldn't deny it was true.

"So let me tell you what I want Jack.   I don't want a boyfriend, I want an object to own and abuse.  And unfortunately I have chosen you.  I don't intend to ever let you have your freedom back so you had better get used to the idea."

Jack wanted to scream.  To stand and punch Karl.  But he could do nothing other than listen in horror at the words of his tormentor.

"Understand that I own you Jack.  Your mind, your body.  Everything.  You can't ever escape that.  And you are programmed that you can't even tell anyone what I am doing to you.

To the world, you will show only love and devotion to me, your boyfriend.  They will see us as a normal couple in everyday life.  You will continue your rowing, and to see friends and family.  All acted out normally.  Other than you won't he able to reveal you are my slave."

Karl paused as he examined the dawning realisation of his predicament on Jack's face.

"To the world, my boyfriend.  But the reality for you will be far, far different Jack.  You will live an unfair, unequal life of slavery to me.  Never any freedom, any choice, any liberty, any hobbies or interests.

Your training outside of this house will continue when here.  It's going to be long, long hours of serving my every command Jack.  And you will always know what I am doing to you.  Your mind will feel the humiliation and injustice.  But there is absolutely no way you can escape or deny my will.  Ever.  Do you understand?"

Jack gulped and stared at his owner.  Slowly he nodded his understanding and bowed his head in shame.

"So let's start as we mean to go on Jack.  I will begin to set the daily parameters of your life boy.  Near the front door, there is a small cupboard next to my shoe rack.  From now on, whenever you return to my apartment, you strip naked at the door and place everything in that cupboard.  You will find a thick leather collar in there boy that you will lock around your neck.  From now on that will be your only clothing when here.  Do you understand slave?"

Jack recoiled in horror.  He had a stunning muscular body that was honed to perfection but he was naturally modest and private.  Nonetheless he found himself nodding and - on command - walking to the door to strip away his dignity and privacy forever.

A life of absolute service, humiliation and objectification was only just beginning.