It started with an email message:
From: Master PC
I read your story. God that blew chunks. There wasn’t even a lot of sex in it.
It’d been a long day and rather than just delete it, I fired off a reply.
To: Master PC
Subj: RE: Nudges?
Thanks for your well thought out response. One of the things that makes posting in a place like this are the responses from the public. Go back to the site, I’m sure you’ll find other stories that better meet your needs.
A couple minutes later, I got an error message back. Whoever Master PC was, he had diddled with his email address so I couldn’t reply. I chalked it up to life on the Internet and nuked some Chinese from the other night. A couple minutes later, I got another reply.
From: Master PC
Subj: RE: Nudges?
Well, you’ve got moxie. I’ll give you that.
Here’s something to help … maybe now you can write a real mind control story.
Attached was an executable called MASTERPC.EXE.
You don’t surf the net and read these types of stories without hearing about that. I’d always assumed it was just a story. Maybe it wasn’t. I got hard just thinking about the stories and what I could do with this.
The interface was just as intuitive as I had read.
I typed in my name and watched a 3D rendering of myself slowly rotating on the monitor. Jesus, I’d put on some weight recently.
I could change anything with this. All the things that I didn’t like about myself. Good-bye spare tire and hello six-pack abs. It was only a click away.
I backed up my normal settings and made some changes. I started with the physical appearance. My body tingled for a minute and then I stood up in front of the mirror. I looked good. Damned good.
I couldn’t wait to see what other things I could change. I was like a kid in a candy store. I upped my intelligence, my immune system, my virility. Hell, I even kicked up pheromone production and made myself multi-orgasmic. I didn’t go with the Gargantua setting on the genitalia. If I really needed it, there’d be plenty of time for that later.
Unlike other stories with a Master PC I’d read, I was going to keep everything very low-key: No harems of super-models, nothing to draw attention. If the program was real, who knew what else from the stories was real. Besides, if I had a copy, someone else probably had one too.
The plan was to keep it low-key and I’d stick to it.
Well, that was the plan. It fell apart on Friday.
Friday morning I woke up, sure that I had just had the weirdest dream. When I caught a look at myself, I knew it wasn’t. It was all real. Everything was coming up roses for Al … finally.
I’d go to the gym, flaunt my new bod around and see if anything happens with some of the hard bodies that I’ve been lusting over.
Kev was behind the counter. He was in his early twenties and had the tight body of someone that spent most of his free time at the gym. He did a double take when he saw me.
“What the hell happened? You look great.”
“Thanks.” I actually blushed, damned Irish pallor.
Kev looked me over, starting to flush. “Are you doing anything tonight?”
I stared at him for a moment. My heart was pounding in my chest. You have to understand that this was the most I’d heard from him since he sold me my gym membership. Once I was booked for a 3 year commitment, I didn’t matter to him any more.
“Or tomorrow? My schedule is open.” Kev reached over the counter and ran his hand along my arm. “You really look good. All the time you’ve been working out is really showing.”
God, he was getting me excited, but I couldn’t do anything. Not in the middle of the gym. I bolted for the locker room.
The locker room smelled of stale sweat. As soon as I smelled that, it hit me. It was the pheromones. I had them turned up too high. That had to be it.
I locked himself in the handicapped stall and splashed water on my face. It felt good, but it didn’t change the fact that I was all horned out from Kev’s attention. In a couple of minutes, I’d be able to head home and throttle back the settings. And have a jerk-off session that would put a teenager to shame.
I was horny enough that my mind was on that, when I opened the door. I didn’t even think Kev might be lurking about. He shoved me back into the stall and followed me in.
I don’t know what I said, probably telling him to get the hell out of there. He grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss.
Oh God. It was fantastic. I felt like I was on fire. Before I knew it I was on auto-pilot. I was kissing him back. Once he ran his hands over me, I lost all control over myself.
He ripped my shirt off and flicked my nipples with his tongue. I moaned and pulled him closer. I had people do this to me before, but there was nothing like this. I grabbed his head and thrust it closer.
Kev was licking my chest and snuffling between my pecs. I was in a sexual fog. Anything he wanted to do was okay with me. It all felt so good. Kev couldn’t get enough of me. He shoved me down and yanked my shorts off. As soon as his tongue ran off my cock, I spritzed him with pre-cum. I was leaking like a faucet.
He clamped down on me and got to work. I fired off two loads in rapid succession, but I stayed hard. Kev couldn’t get enough of me. He coaxed out another load.
We probably would have been in there all day, if the owner hadn’t pounded on the door.
“What the fuck is going on in there?” David pulled the door open and caught a whiff of what was going on in there. Sex and sweat. One long drag of my sweat and he was gone. He stood at the door, his pants tenting up in front of him.
That was all the distraction I needed to pull myself together. I was up and running. The two of them tried to grab me, but I was faster. I bolted out of the locker room, through the gym to the parking lot.
I must have looked a sight, but I didn’t much care. I had to get home and fix this, before it got any worse.
I headed for my computer and started to boot it up. I heard someone pounding on the door.
“Hurry!” I screamed at the computer when that stupid logo flashed on the screen.
The two muscle men made short work of my front door. They charged into the apartment. “Get the fuck out of here.”
It was like waving a steak before a starving animal and telling them to ignore it. They were all over me. I tried to fight them off, but it didn’t do any good.
David threw me onto the bed. Kev reached down to stroke me. The sexual fog rose again. I tried to fight it off, but it all felt so good. Once I got a hard on, nothing mattered but their tongues and mouths.
I had no control over myself. I was thrusting into Kev’s mouth and squirming so that David could get better access. When he spread my ass and opened me up with his tongue, I just shuddered in pleasure. Normally, I’m a top. Anal sex hurts and I’m not too keen on it. No more, I was rocking back against David’s mouth and then his fingers. Even the initial pain as he slipped two fingers into me felt good. I moaned and wanted him to stick more in there.
Kev rotated and stuck his cock in my mouth. I lapped at it like a starving man with a steak. Cock and balls, that and David in my ass. I was complete.
I don’t know how long it went on, but I had cranked my virility and they hadn’t. After a while, they petered out and collapsed. Once they weren’t after me any more, I got control of myself again.
I ran to the computer and throttled back my sex drive, turned off the pheromones. With the sexual haze gone, I hurt. My ass felt like I had just been used and abused by a football team. I healed myself up. While the tingling sensation washed over me, knitting flesh and smoothing bruises, I tried to figure out what to do with the two men on my bed.
They were going to be noticed. Low-key, my ass. Everything spiraled out of control.
All it took was a few key strokes. It should have been easier to turn two men into my slaves.
I snapped my fingers and their eyes opened. As soon as they looked at me, their confusion changed to excitement.
They called me Master and scurried to get down on their knees in front of me. With everything else that happened, I didn’t doubt their sincerity for a second.
“Get to your feet. Jesus Christ.”
They hopped to their feet, eager to please.
“Of course, Master.”
That was gonna get old fast. “Okay, no need to constantly call me ‘Master’. I know who I am and I know what I am to you.”
“Of course, Sir.”
I screamed. “Just drop the ‘Master’ and ‘Sir’ crap, okay?”
They nodded and agreed.
“Good. Now, you’re going to head back to the gym. Go about your day, don’t tell anyone about this, don’t tell anyone that I’m your Master. If anyone asks, tell them that you had personal business to take care of. Okay?”
They repeated it back in monotone voices.
Fuck, there was no way that this wouldn’t look like they’d been picked up by aliens or some such bullshit.
“Good, now just go.”
They backed away slowly, watching me with eager eyes.
I couldn’t help myself. I just had to know if it worked. I spoke one word in a soft clear voice. “Orgasm.”
They shuddered and wet spots spread on the front of their crotches.
No one else could do that for them, but I could at will. It must be nice, someone else pushes all the buttons. All you have to do is what he says. What I had this morning was close enough for me to know that I wouldn’t like it. Oh, the sex was good but the loss of control. That’s what I really hated.
It was too late to head to the office, so I called my boss and left a message on his voice-mail. I made myself an omelet and sat down at the counter to try to figure out what I was going to do. With this program, I had obscene amounts of power … I just had to figure out how to use it.
I could change people’s appearance and their thoughts, but the more I used it, the more obvious the changes were going to be to anyone watching it. I’d have to find a way to make any changes I made slip below notice….
I sipped my coffee and flipped through the paper. Maybe if I thought about something else, my mind would put things together again. I tapped the ad for Max’s Gym. That could be the answer.
Twenty minutes later, I was at the gym again. My computer in hand. David and Kev came right over to see what I wanted.
“Set the computer up in David’s office. I need to talk to you two alone.”
They took the computer and practically ran to the office. There were 15 people that worked for David. If I needed to, I could control the whole staff. With luck, I wouldn’t need to do that.
I set up and waited for the first customer. Jason Omstead fit the bill perfect. He was tubby and had been coming here for the last few months with little affect. He walked in the door wheezing heavily and waved to Kev and David.
Kev brought his ID card back into the office for me. I typed in his information and watch his figure slowly rotating on the screen.
“What do you know about him?”
“He wanted to lose some weight and get toned. He’s lost 5 pounds since he got here. He comes one night a week and rides the bikes.”
I typed on the computer. I set him up to drop another 30 pounds, spread over the course of the next month and come to the gym three times a week effective immediately. The image that rotated was still bulky, but less paunchy. I hit the submit button and sent Kev over to watch him.
By the time, Kev got to him Jason was pedaling with renewed interest. He asked if the gym would be open on the weekend.
Perfect. With the program, I could make this the most popular gym in the city.