Chapter 1

Aiden had no idea what had happened to him.  His friends had noticed a huge change in him over the past several months.  He had always worked out a few times a week and ate relatively well, but then he started going to the gym every day.  He stopped drinking and started eating a lot better.  Then he shaved his beard and adopted a little more clean cut style.  After a while they noticed that he wasn't going out as much.  He was spending a lot of time with this guy he met online.  They never cared that he was gay but now he was blowing them off all the time to go hang out with this guy.  He was obviously good for him as he'd really cleaned up his act but these days he was acting so strange.  He seemed like he wasn't interested in the bands and comics he used to be obsessed by.  He didn't seem to be interested in much of anything anymore.  In fact, he wasn't much fun to talk to anymore, either.  He zoned out a lot and when people would ask him questions he didn't know the answers to he would just sort of giggle.  When he stopped coming around nobody really cared.  They figured he was all about this new guy and he'd lost interest in his old friends.  He just sort of faded out of their lives.

"Aiden, can you hear me?" a voice said.  Aiden sat on the couch staring straight ahead, eyes glazed over.  "Yes, Sir, I can hear you".  The professor smiled.  He had been working on this one for months.  Once he'd perfected his skills in brainwashing and mind control he started finding antisocial young men and remoulding them to be sold as submissive toys to high paying businessmen.  He would have them work out and craft athletic bodies, or eat and gain weight for the buyers who liked submissive bear cubs.  He would work on alienating them from any friends or family that they might still have, although most of the guys he found were pretty much loners anyway so it wasn't hard to get them to sever any ties they might have.  And then he'd program in whatever fetishes or sexual perversions that the buyers may have wanted.  He would also program the toys so that they loved every second of their new lives.  Toys who hated their lives might eventually break their programming but if they loved it so much that nothing else mattered then they would have no reason to resist.  Plus the men he sold to weren't sadists.  Just lonely men who wanted their own private living sex toy to play with.

Aiden was special.  After programming a dozen or so toys for very wealthy clients the professor decided it was time to create his own.  He found this guy hanging out at the pier playing video games and skateboarding with a bunch of slackers.  Even through his long hair and scruffy beard he could see how attractive he was.  His body was in good shape and could easily be modified with rigorous workouts.  So one day the professor invited him over with the promise of previewing an exclusive video game. He got him in a light trance and caught a glimpse of how huge his dick was.  All the pieces fit into place as a tranced out Aiden told the professor that the guys he hung out with were a bunch of losers and his home life was so bad he was planning on running away anyway.  Jackpot.  The subliminals in the game ensured he would come back.  And the drug laced beer he'd given him left Aiden's mind wide open to suggestions.  Once Aiden started spending all his time at the professor's house he moved up the process with full on brainwashing, using lots of high tech methods to break Aiden's will and make him a compliant toy.  Gone was his cocky demeanor. Gone was his rebellious streak. He cut his hair and shaved off his beard and started taking on the appearance of the exact type of toy the professor wished for his very own. The professor was shocked to find out this this guy was actually very smart, but the years of being put down by his family squelched any self-esteem that would have made him excel at anything.  So the professor decided that since the high IQ was going to waste anyway he may as well get rid of it.  What does a living sex toy need with brains anyway.

Once his body was in perfect shape he had Aiden make an appointment at a small exclusive salon. The owner had once been a regular fuck buddy but was eventually brainwashed by the professor to always be totally obedient and unquestioning in his devotion. From then on he would style all the toys that were sent to him. Because of his programming he never found the sometimes drastic change of appearance odd, nor the stiff robotic demeanor of these various young men.  Aiden was to get the full treatment.  He would get laser treatments to remove all his body hair, even on his face.  Then he had his hair cut and eyebrows shaped. When he was done he resembled a real live Ken doll.  Well, and anatomically correct Ken doll.

Bringing him home from the salon he had one last brainwashing session to complete.  This would solidify the boy's new identity and completely wipe away the old one. He would still get regular weekly sessions to keep this toy identity stable and to tweak it with any new fetishes or personality traits the professor would get off on.  But for now, his toy was perfect.

"Aiden, what is your purpose?" asked the professor.  

"I am a toy, a sexual plaything, nothing more".  

"Good toy, who's plaything are you?"  

"Yours, professor".  The professor was very pleased.

"Describe yourself"

"I'm a dumb, slutty boy toy. I simply exist for the sexual pleasure of the professor. I have no free will and make no decisions.  I live to worship his beautiful cock, to be manhandled and used for his enjoyment and the enjoyment of anyone he chooses to make use of me.  I'm always horny and crave to be used as the professor's sex toy and cum dump."

The professor could contain himself no longer.  He stripped out of his clothes and stood before the toy.  The second the toy saw his cock he dropped to his knees and took it all into his mouth.  He sucked and sucked with no other thought in his pretty little head than to give the professor the best orgasm of his life and to receive his owner's cum in him or on him, depending on what would please the professor most.