Reprogramming

"First, we must ensure that you are fully compliant with our instructions." "Now, repeat after me: 'I am Matty, a devoted **** to Master James and his three sons Master Jeremy, Master Tyler and Master Jacob. I will obey their every command and serve them with unwavering loyalty.'"

Matty repeated the words, his voice trembling with submission. "I am Matty, a devoted **** to Master James and his three sons Master Jeremy, Master Tyler and Master Jacob. I will obey their every command and serve them with unwavering loyalty."

Jeremy nodded, his gaze burning with approval.

"Very good, Matty," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. "Your obedience is commendable."

Tyler approached Matty, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, ****," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "We are going to test your physical endurance to ensure that you can withstand the rigours of being our ****."

Matty swallowed hard, his pulse racing in his veins. "Yes, Master," he replied, his voice trembling. "I await your instructions."

Jacob stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

"But first Matty," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "We will test your psychological resilience to ensure that you can endure the challenges of our training and remain 100% devoted to your new masters and no one else," he said, his voice thick with lust. 

"Now, I want you to strip naked.” Jacob ordered Matty firmly. “Then crawl over here on your hands and knees.”

Matty blushed violently, feeling his face flush red. This was the last thing he expected to hear from Jacob. He was about to argue against the absurd demand, but when he looked up at Jacob’s steely gaze, he almost felt as if he went into autopilot, beginning by removing his heels and then his skirt and so on. His movements were shaky, but he **** himself to continue undressing until his entire body was on display except for what was concealed by his chastity and collar which remained locked onto his body.

Feeling exposed and humiliated, but also driven by some mysterious **** that he could not comprehend, Matty crawled over to Jacob wearing nothing but his chastity and collar. He could feel the soft carpet underneath his hands and knees, and his breath quickened as he neared Jacob.

"Very good, Matty," Jacob praised, his voice deep and resonant. "Now, stand up and spread your legs apart."

Matty hesitated for a moment, but he ultimately followed Jacob's orders, his small breasts jiggling sensually as he rose.

He noticed the hungry stares of Jeremy and Tyler from across the room, their lustful gazes drinking him in like a fine wine. Despite his initial embarrassment, Matty began to feel an unfamiliar stirring deep within his loins.

The humiliation, the exhibitionism, the knowledge that he was being objectified by these strangers – it was all strangely arousing. Matty's cock ached within its cage, trapped and **** for release.

Jacob appraised Matty, his eyes narrowing as he examined the ink etched into Matty's supple flesh. "Matty," he said, his voice deep and stern. "We notice that you have tattoos marking you as property of Kyle, your previous owner. Explain yourself." "Master Kyle was my previous owner. He had me tattooed as his property before I was taken in by Master James and his three sons."

The three men exchanged glances, their expressions darkening with disapproval. "Matty," Jeremy said, his voice thick with anger. “We are going to have to get those removed, our father needs to see this at once, page him to come to your office.”

Matty nodded weakly, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt he had failed his new Masters, and he feared the consequences of disobeying any of his instructions.

"Yes, master," he replied meekly, his voice quivering with fear. "I will call him immediately."

Matty picked up the phone and dialed the number, his hands trembling as he waited for the line to connect. Master James answered promptly, his voice calm and composed as usual.

"Yes, Matty? How may I assist you?" "M-master…" he stammered, his voice cracking nervously. "Your sons, my Masters have requested you come to my office Master, they say there is something you need to see Sir." Matty explained nervously, his words tumbling out in a rush.

James paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "Alright, Matty," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "Thank you for informing me. I will be there shortly."

Matty exhaled a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "Yes, Master," he replied, his voice quiet and respectful.

Matty hung up the phone, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place as he awaited the arrival of Master James. The three sons exchanged glances, their expression hardening with determination.

"Ok ****," Jeremy said, his voice deep and commanding. "Stand up straight, spread your legs apart, and place your hands behind your head." He knew that disobedience would not be tolerated, and he would be punished severely. He stood up, his legs trembling slightly as he spread them apart. He placed his hands behind his head, bracing himself for the humiliation that awaited him.

"Matty," Jeremy said, his voice thick with lust. "We will be watching you closely." Jeremy warned, his voice low and menacing. "You will answer to us, and to us alone. Do you understand?"

Matty nodded weakly, his heart pounding in his chest. "I understand, master," he replied, his voice quivering with fear. "I will serve you faithfully."

Jeremy smirked, his gaze burning with anticipation. "We will demonstrate our dominance over you and you will take whatever it is we give you and thank us for it, you are our bitch now and that requires total devotion.”

Jeremy declared authoritatively as Master James arrived at his office door. “Now go answer the door and greet your Master!” Jeremy barked sharply, glaring at Matty.

Hesitating briefly, Matty rushed to the door, his face flushing with humiliation and apprehension. "Welcome, Master James," he murmured, his voice cracking nervously.

James surveyed the scene, his gaze sweeping over Matty's nude form and the three imposing figures looming over him.

“At attention ****, stand in the middle of the room, hands behind your head and legs spread while your masters tell me what all this commotion is about.” James ordered firmly and without hesitation.

Matty, immediately on command, swiftly moved to the centre of the room and got in position.

"So, boys," James said, addressing Jeremy, Tyler, and Jacob, "what is it you needed me to see? I thought you three were going to be responsible for breaking him in and making him become ours." James stood intimidatingly in front of his sons as he questioned them.

Jeremy stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Matty. "We discovered that Matty has been marked in several places by his former owner, he also has his collar and chastity locked in place and we don’t have a key," he stated matter-of-factly, gesturing toward Matty's naked form. "We want your advice on how to remove these symbols of his former life and as for the collar and chastity at the very least we feel we need to have control of them."

James raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

"I see," he replied, his voice neutral. "And do you believe that these markings are impeding your ability to properly train him?"

Jeremy nodded, his gaze never wavering from Matty's nude form. "They remind him of his previous captivity," he replied, his voice thick with disdain. "They symbolize a past that is incompatible with our vision for his future. We must erase them, to claim him wholly as our own."

James considered this for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Very well," he said, his voice measured.

"The marks must be removed, and the collar and chastity device should be secured under our control." "We agree, Father," he replied, his voice thick with determination. "We must eradicate all traces of his former existence to create this new reality."