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One Year Later

Slave smiled happily at his Master, holding still as the final straps were being buckled into place to secure him to the cross.

He was going to miss his Master, but was determined to enjoy and make the most of this final bondage session with the handsome brown bear. His year of slave training was at an end and his new Master, the one his current one had found for him, would be arriving in several hours to collect him and take him to his new life.

"All secure?" Master said, stepping back. "Struggle a little, see of you can break free."

Slave obeyed, straining at the heavy leather straps holding his muscled body to the wooden cross. He could hardly move at all. He would be there until Master released him.

"Completely secure, Master." The slave wolf grinned. "This slave is at your mercy."

"Yes, you are." The bear nodded. He took a deep breath. "Hypno Homophobe Awaken."

The strange phrase slammed into the restrained canine's brain. His thoughts became clouded. He closed his eyes while the strange sensation passed...

And Simon Drake opened his eyes, confused. Where the fuck was he? What had happened? He looked about, surveying his situation. Why the hell was he naked and strapped to a wooden cross in some freaky BDSM dungeon? Who the fuck was the naked bear leering at him like some queer pervert?

"What the fuck is this?" He snarled. He struggled against his bonds, but could hardly move.

"Give it a moment, it'll all come back to you." The bear said.

A moment later, it did. He suddenly remembered the events of the past year, getting kidnapped, injected with mind-warping drugs, subjected to endless hypnosis sessions, turned into a gay sex slave, happily obeying the bear, developing a love of leather, bondage and servitude. He remembered all the times he sucked cock. All the times the bear and his friends had ruthlessly fucked him. How much he had loved every second of it...

He felt thoroughly disgusted at himself, at the thought of being some pathetic cock-sucking faggot...

"Why?" He demanded. "Why the fuck have you done this to me, you fucking filthy pervert?"

"Because you are a real piece of shit, Mr. Drake." The bear said, disdainfully. "And you truly deserve some serious punishment. Do you remember the name Isaac Kane?"

Simon froze. He certainly did. The fucking lion queer he'd beaten up and put in a coma. Which had almost landed him in jail...

"Isaac is a good friend of mine." The bear explained. "And you put him in a coma for three months. And then you got off scot free due to a technicality, because some dumb cop made a minor mistake in handling the evidence. Since the law failed to punish you, I decided I'd do it instead."

"So you turned me into a fucking gay slave for a year?" Simon growled in anger.

"That was the original plan." The bear admitted. "Set you free after a year with a post-hypnotic block stopping you from telling anyone what had happened to you." He shook his head. "But then while you were under hypnosis, I learned of all the other things you've done. Isaac wasn't the first gay guy you beat half to death, just the first you got arrested for. You have committed a ton of crimes for which you were never punished."

The restrained wolf's blood ran cold, suspecting what was coming next.

"So the plan changed." The bear said, with a grin. "Your enslavement is now going to be permanent. I have even found a permanent Master for you to serve for the rest of your life. He's quite an extreme, hardcore kind of Master, but I've assured him you are willing and able to enjoy whatever painful tortures he gets off on inflicting on his slaves. Because, thanks to my hypnotic training of your mind, you really are."

He shrugged. "At least, the slave version of you will enjoy and relish it all. And he's going to be the one in control of your body. The real you is going to be buried in his sub-conscious. But you will remain fully aware, experiencing everything the slave does, but unable to do anything at all about it, essentially a powerless silent passenger in your own body."

"You can't do this!" Simon yelled. "Let me the fuck out of here, you..."

The bear slapped him across the muzzle. "Save your fucking breath, you violent worthless piece of utter crap. There is nothing whatsoever you can say to stop this. In fact, I'm sick of hearing you, and have nothing more to say..."

"Wait, I...!" Simon tried to say something.

"Hypno Homophobe Sleep." Said the bear, cutting him off.

A few seconds later, Slave blinked awake, feeling a little confused. "Master?"

"Relax, slave, everything is fine." Master said, soothingly stroking his head fur.

"Yes, Master." The touch of the bear and the reassuring words instantly made the slave wolf feel better. He trusted Master completely.

The bear looked him in the eye. "And to Simon... Enjoy the rest of your life locked away in there..."

Confusion returned to Slave's face. "Master? Who is Simon?"

Master chuckled. "No one important you should worry about. Just a very bad guy who is being punished as we speak." He grabbed the slave's cock, causing the wolf to shudder in delight. "Now, let's have a little fun before your new Master gets here to take you away to your new life..."

Slave nodded excitedly. "Yes, Master!"

He instantly forgot all about this 'Simon', whoever he was and focused on being a good obedient slave. Master had said he was unimportant, and Master knew best...

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All The World's a Slave

Harlan struggled against his restraints, but it was useless. The energy manacles were too strong. He wasn't going anywhere. Beside him, his fellow prisoner Kieran had already given up, slumping against the wall, awaiting his fate, his small raccoon form trembling in fear.

They had come so close to accomplishing the mission, to freeing the world. But it had all fallen apart at he last moment, they had been discovered and the two of them had been captured. The black bear hoped the others had managed to escape. Someone had to continue to the fight, to keep the Resistance alive. Their numbers had already dwindled significantly in recent months.

The heavy metal door of their cell suddenly slid open and a figure stepped inside, glaring at them with a smug grin. Harlan sneered hatefully at him, recognizing him instantly.

It was the one they had tried and failed to assassinate. It was Emperor Chronos himself. The hugely muscled grizzly bear was wearing only sandals and a ceremonial loincloth.

A couple of armed guards were about to step in after him but he waved a dismissive paw at them. "Wait outside." He commanded. The guards nodded and obeyed, the door slamming shut.

Chronos turned his attention to the captives, hanging from the wall in their glowing energy restraints. "Well, my would be assassins? Anything to say for yourselves?"

Kieran simply cowered and whimpered. But Harlan spat at him. "We may have lost this day, monster," The black bear growled savagely. "But the day will come when the Resistance will succeed and your reign will come an end!"

"Possibly." The big emperor chuckled.

"We know what you do to your prisoners!" Harlan said. "So just go ahead and brainwash and enslave us! Stop taunting us and just get it over with.

Chronos laughed out loud. "That actually won't be necessary."

"What the hell do you mean?" Harlan frowned, not understanding.

"I have ruled this world for eighteen years now." The grizzly bear emperor said. "Ever since I managed to complete my conquest, hypnotising and enslaving every last person on this planet..."

"You didn't get all of us!" Harlan interrupted.

"Actually, I did." Chronos told him. "I was very thorough. I don't need to enslave you two, because you are already my slaves. You have been for eighteen years."

Blinking in surprise at such ridiculousness, Harlan said. "That's nonsense!"

"Really?" Chronos grinned. He looked at Kieran, the raccoon still cowering. "You. Your lord and emperor commands you, disable resistance persona. Resume slavery."

Kieran's body stiffened as the bear spoke to him. And then he relaxed, shaking his head, looking slightly confused. As his eyes fell on the emperor, his whole demeanour changed.

He smiled, a look of absolute adoration on his face. "My Lord!" The raccoon said, ecstatic at the sight of the grizzly bear. "How might this lowly slave serve you?"

Chuckling loudly, the bear stepped over to the control panel on the wall and hit a switch, deactivating Kieran's manacles. As soon as they vanished, he sank to his knees, bowing his head.

"Wait there for the moment, slave." The bear commanded.

"Yes, Majesty." Kieran replied.

Harlan watched this display in utter shock. What was going on here? How was this possible?

"Ruling the entire world can be a lot of fun most of the time." Chronos explained, smiling at Harlan's extreme confusion. "But sometimes, it can get boring. After I enslaved the world, I found myself dealing with periods intense of tedium, with so few challenges left to overcome. So I eventually decided to create some."

He patted Kieran on the head affectionately as he continued. "So, I selected suitable candidates from my enslaved citizenry and programmed them to believe they had escaped enslavement all those years ago and were fighting to overthrow me. I turned them loose in the world as resistance cells. I even set them up with some resources, weapons and supplies and such, to get them started. It gives me something to hunt, you see?"

Harlan didn't want to believe it. Had his life as a resistance fighter been a lie? He was certain he'd never been a slave! But then, he was sure that Kieran had been just as certain...

"To motivate them, I even implanted them with the idea that assassinating me would undo my reign and free the enslaved." Chronos added with a shrug. "Knowing there are people out there intent on killing me gives me a bit of a thrill, keeps me on my toes. Eventually I even went to the trouble of making it true, reprogramming everyone so that my death will cause the restoration of their free will. It provides some real stakes, makes it all the more enjoyable."

"This can't be true..." Harlan said, desperately.

"Oh, it is." Chronos assured him, stepping close. "But don't worry, you'll be back to being a resistance fighter eventually, I do like to set up new groups every now and again. Of course, you won't remember any of this. And for now, Harlan, your lord and emperor commands you, disable resistance persona. Resume slavery."

At those words, Harlan froze, his thoughts were clouded for a moment, but then they were clear again and he knew everything. He was slave of the great Emperor Chronos, his entire being devoted happily to serving him, obeying his every command.

He looked into the eyes of the grizzly bear, his Lord and Emperor, his heart now filled with love and adoration for this magnificent being. "My Lord." The black bear said. "How might this lowly slave serve you?"

Emperor Chronos didn't respond. He simply laughed and headed for the door, hitting the switch to release Harlan on the way. Freed from his restraints, Harlan quickly sank to his knees, head bowed. He now knew this was his proper position in the presence of his Emperor.

As Chronos stepped out of his cell, he spoke to one of his guards. "Have these two sent to my bed chambers. I'll have fun making use of them tonight."

"Yes, Majesty." The guard replied.

Harlan's heart leapt at getting to see and serve Chronos later. Getting to serve the bear in any capacity was a great honour. After all, the bear was his Lord and Emperor, and Harlan was his loyal slave. Just like everyone else in the world...

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Music to Work Out By

Bradley slipped the earphones on, hoping it would finally get Miles to shut the hell up.

He gave his friend a glance as he did so, seeing the bear give him a smile and an approving nod. Bradley simply rolled his eyes in response and focused on his workout, lying back on the weights bench to start lifting.

He liked Miles, he'd been a good buddy for many years, but he'd been nothing but irritating today. It was the first time he'd seen or heard from the bear in a week. He'd disappeared without a word, then shown up a week later here at the gym, saying he'd been just been ill. It seemed a bit odd to him, but he could see no reason for his friend to lie to him.

And he'd been insisting Bradley try out this amazing new music he'd discovered, assuring him it would really help him focus while he worked out, help him get better results. The way in which he seemed unable to talk about anything else had been very annoying. He would have told him to go offer it to someone else, but at this late hour, the gym was practically empty, they were the only two guys there. So he'd eventually snatched the offered iPod in frustration and clipped it to his belt, just so he could get on with his planned workout.

He ignored his bear friend, standing there grinning like an idiot, and put all his attention on the weights. The music started up, and he didn't think it seemed anything special, slow and soft and gentle. Like his friend, he did his best to ignore it.

The straining of his muscles and the clanking of weights occupied him as the music filled his ears. It felt good to work out. So very, very good.

In fact, much better than it had ever done before. Each lift of the weights made him feel great, relaxed and focused. Maybe there was something to this music after all? It was now filling his head, seeming to drive everything else out, making conscious thought difficult...

But why should he want to think when it felt so good simply to workout, lift weights and build himself a strong muscular body?

The sound pumping though his ears and into his brain seemed to have subtly changed. It was less music now, more a series of repeating patterns and pulses that reverberated through his mind, but still felt so good. He didn't want to stop listening. And it was almost as if there was a voice under the sounds, but he couldn't quite make it out.

Bradley lifted the barbell again and again and again. With each lift, he felt a surge of delight. It was feeling better all the time, and he knew it was because of the sounds he was listening to. He didn't want to stop. He was also finding it hard to think of anything beyond listening, relaxing and working out...

He was vaguely aware that Miles was moving nearby, bending over to his gym bag and pulling out his phone. The bear raised it to his ear.

Bradley could hear Miles speaking to someone. "Master, this is Muscle Slave #3 reporting in... Yes, my friend is listening to your hypno track right now as he works out... Thank you, Master, I live only to serve you and be a good Muscle Slave... Yes, Master, I will bring Bradley straight to you once he's done so that you can make him a full slave like me..."

As his friend returned his phone to his bag, what Bradley had heard was reverberating through his head as he continued his weight-lifting. He felt like he should be more concerned about becoming a slave, but he wasn't. It was is if any resistance to the idea had already been wiped away. If anything, the prospect of being someone's muscle slave filled him with intense pleasure. It was actually what he wanted more than anything, it turned him on so much...

Seconds later, the thought had caused his cock to stiffen, his erection straining against the fabric of his workout shorts.

And suddenly he could make out the voice in the hypnotic soundtrack playing in his ears. It was a strong and dominant voice surging into his mind, reshaping it, driving out any thoughts of his own. It was commanding him to submit and obey, to become a good muscle-bound slave to serve his Master, repeating over and over. Each time, Bradley became more and more desperate to do as it was telling him.

Bradley let his mind slip away into nothingness, all thoughts replaced by the words of his Master. He knew he would eagerly join his friend in becoming a good obedient muscle slave. He no longer wanted anything else...