Even years after placement a boy needs to continue to mold his looks to please his owner. Kent here

Even years after placement a boy needs to continue to mold his looks to please his owner. Kent here was placed when he had a lithe soccer player body. They met when the boy accompanied me to a charity function hosted by my client, who was smitten with the Kent’s smile after only 2 minutes of our arrival to the event. Halfway through the dinner portion of the event my client (seated at a separate table) sent me a text and said he must have the boy (with an additional order to move his then current boy Robb into a staff position as his driver). Although I had placed Robb with this client 5 years prior, he still reported monthly (as all units do) for maintenance training and any further molding as ordered by an owner. Thus my control over Robb still dominated his mind. The wire transfer was confirmed as dessert was served, at which point I caught eyes with my client who beamed in anticipation. I sent a brief text to Robb telling him to stand up and immediately (and without emotion) leave his seat and go to the hallway to await my next order. Now that the seat next to the client was vacant I told Kent I wanted him to meet the party host and follow me. As I introduced Kent to my client (still seated at his table) the boy politely put his hand forward to offer a handshake. Once the touched hands I whispered a 6 word chain chain of command into Kent’s ear. Immediately the boy was entranced: his eyes widened and then became overwhelmed by desire as if he was feeling infatuation, lust and an unending need to obey this older billionaire. The handshake slowed to a stop (the boy realizes he was deeply in love) and my client invited the boy to sit down and chat. I stuck around for a few minutes prompting some introductory conversation so my client could decide some initial changes. Me: Kent, why don’t you tell Mr X…… what you are majoring inKent: I’m majoring in HistoryClient: Hmm have you ever thought about majoring in business? Kent: No sir. I never really had the desire.Client: I think you would be well suited for it. Use those looks and that smile for making money. I suggest you should think about it (As my client nods to me)Me: (leaning in and whispering in the boy’s ear). Kent: Unit protocol open - new life goal is business. Change major to business. Success in making money overrides all outside interests. Unit reboot. Client: Sorry I didn’t hear you. What did you say your major is?Kent: (leaning in) It was history but what I really want is to study business. In fact I’m changing my major to business. Client: Great. There is a lot I can teach you. The boy beamed.The conversation moved on to other facts and changes as suggested by my client. Happily living in the dorms changed to wanting to move out and one day live in a luxury apt. Happily keeping up with soccer changed to a desire to give up team sports and to move into body building. Excitement about visiting family for the holidays changed to regret that he couldn’t travel with a romantic older man. Using his phone to tell time changed to a goal of one day earning a Rolex. Luckily, my client seemed to answer all of Kent’s (new) desires. As I left them chatting, Kent was hanging on every word as my client spoke about his upcoming trip to Europe over the holidays. In the ride to my home (with Robb in tow) I was imagining Kent being given a tour of the client’s penthouse complete with a huge home gym where a boy could train his muscles all day. I imagined the client opening his safe and showing off his Rolex collection and even trying one on the lad. I imagined how many loads Kent would pull out of the older man that night in order to secure all of his dreams coming true. When I arrived the next day to introduce the client to his new driver Robertson (complete with driving uniform), my client never looked happier. His new boy was in the home gym and the new driver was standing at attention by the doorway. My client called for his boy:Client: Babe come out here and see who came to visit.Kent soon appeared dripping in sweat wearing nothing but a two tone submariner Rolex. The client then handed me a list scribbled on a sheet of paper and I sighed. I took Kent to another room for a brief chat and polishing of new goals and truths. By the time we returned 10 minutes later, the driver was on his knees (no alarm for Kent - it’s how his daddy like his staff to perform. Daddy should always get what he likes). Kent also now preferred certain foods (daddy can pick for him), wine (only whites but let daddy choose), clothes (tight designer wear in public, tight preppy or naked when home), and sexual positions (bottoming anywhere would be a treat but always being alpha to the driver when they had three-ways). I was sure that more changes would come for both boys but that’s my job. Now, 5 years later, my client is even richer (thanks to Kent’s assistance in closing some big deals in his own special way). Residences has improved: Larger penthouse, bigger mansion in the Hamptons with room for more cars. Kent has the perfect bodybuilder body. Robertson is even bigger. They both prefer to now mold their bodies at the gym used by all of the body builders in the city. Both take billionaire seed daily. Sadly Robertson is getting to big to easily fit behind the wheel. What to do…?But, I can almost predict when the client will desire to change boys. His annual charity event is tonight and I have the most beautiful freshman boy accompanying me. Hmm. I wonder how Kent feels about driving a young college soccer jock to and from the city’s best bodybuilding gym. I’m sure I can say something to make him love the idea. -- source link

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